Chapter 280 (1/2)
The wind, blowing across the field, takes away the strong to pungent breath of death. The hole where the rat people hide has become a natural tomb. It is ironic to see the bodies of six rat people stacked in the depression. After all, they were hiding here a few minutes ago, plotting to attack a nearby village in the dark.
”They didn't expect this to be their destination.” The genie held a burning torch in his hand and kicked the firewood at his feet to the body. Burying alone can't stop the possibility that these dead monsters will continue to infect the plague. Only the flame can completely kill the plague in mice.
”Maybe they've already guessed it.” Lyon put his hunting knife in the soil and said, standing beside bakm. The knight held out his hand and motioned to his retinue to give him the torch. The spirit was puzzled by the action of the blood lion. In his opinion, it was no different who lit the fire.
”They were the people of Cang lion.” The knight's eyes turned to each other. Barkm noticed that there seemed to be something in his eyes that was too thick to melt. It was a remorse for his own incompetence and a guilt for the rat man. Now the elves know that he is not the only one to feel the pain of killing the rat man. His mentor is much more gloomy than he seems.
”It's not your responsibility. You don't owe them.” Despite this, Bachm still handed the torch to Lyon. He tried to comfort the human beings in front of him with words. For it was enough to make him uneasy to see the feelings in the knight's eyes. My tutor is a little bit wrong, the elf thinks.
”They are still the people of Cang lion. So it's my fault not to protect them. ” The blood lion said that the flame of the torch danced wildly in the wind, which seemed to show how struggling the soldier looked. Lyon had never forgotten that these evil beasts had been like him, and the oath he took on the day he was knighted struck his heart like an iron whip.
”Well, let's finish this quickly.” The heavy feelings in the knight's long talk made the elves unwilling to argue with him on this issue again. Barkm turned his back and walked away, unwilling to see the next scene. Behind the genie, the torch was thrown from Lyon's hand, leaving black smoke marks in the air and falling into the hole. The smell of barbecue and a choking stench rose from the depression with black smoke.
But Lyon did not move. He was still standing by the side of the hole, holding the torch throwing position, leaving him covered in the smoke. The unburned ashes fell on the knight's naked skin with the black smoke, bringing bursts of stinging pain. The thick dust covered the mouth and nose of the blood lion, making him unable to breathe. But Lyon still did not move. He stood there, his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking.
Hypoxia, let the knight's brain slowly quiet down, that kind of dying silence at this time let Lyon feel comfortable. Maybe it's a relief to die of suffocation like this? The blood lion thinks so. However, when he was about to step into the arms of eternal night, a pair of hands, a pair of fairy hands, pulled him out of the thick black, and rolled down on the grass behind.
”Cough, cough!” barkham_coughed_fiercely_ , _driving_the_dust_out_of_his_mouth_and_nose_ . _next_to_him_ , _lyon_was_lying_on_the_ground_and_doing_the_same_thing_ , _but_because_the_knight_had_more_ashes_in_his_mouth_and_nose_ , _his_saliva_and_snot_on_the_ground_were_black_ ._
”Next time! Next time you want to die, I will never save you! ” The spirit who recovered first came to the blood lion and roared at his mentor. He was really scared by Lyon. However, the words of the elves did not reach the long Knight's ears. Perhaps it was the dust blocking the ear canal. Lyon's tears filled eyes did not have the slightest look.