The noisy battlefield fell into an eerie silence with the appearance of the elders. Debi's eyes flashed with hope, while the eyes of Palmer and Vosilin looked a little dull, as if they couldn't believe the scene before them.
Faced with this situation, Bologo sighed deeply. He remembered what Vonn had said to him, and these words were originally spoken by Threy to Vonn.
The body is eternal, but the inner soul is decaying.
Boluogo believed that the senator in front of him was once a loyal side of mankind. He was brave and good at fighting, fighting on the front line against death, and spurned all cowardly actions.
Unfortunately, human beings are fickle. As time goes by, the body of the elder will not die, but his mind and soul are constantly declining and corrupting.
The elders are no longer as noble as they were when they were young, and they no longer believe in the so-called iron laws. As death approaches, the courage they once had has been exhausted, leaving only the instinct derived from life, the desire to survive that resists death.
cause trouble.
In order to survive, the elder is willing to do anything, even if he lives like a maggot, sacrifices his soul, and becomes the person he once most despised, he also happily agrees.
"So this is ah."
No one can explain everything tonight, but the appearance of the elders is an answer in itself, a disappointing and sad answer.
Palmer took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to control his emotions. No matter how casual Palmer was, deep down in his heart, he was still proud of the glory of the Clerks family.
Traitors are always more powerful and more hated than enemies.
"Don't hold back, Boluogo," Palmer grasped the silver sword in his hand, his eyes filled with anger, "He left the wind cellar and broke his oath. He is no longer a member of the Clerks family."
Palmer was decisive and resolute, and he didn't even want to listen to the elders' excuses.
Derby smiled wildly, "We still won."
The senator understood what Derby meant. He raised his withered palms and picked up a heavy classic. On the simple cover, the words "Dawn Oath" were written.
"The other elders are sleeping. During this period, I will be on duty..."
The elder's voice was hoarse and boring. He hated his current voice. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could still recall his appearance when he was young, and his powerful tone, instead of what he said now, as if he could say a few more words.
He will cough and die.
Many high-level sublimation practitioners of the Clerks family will eventually sleep in the wind cellar, relying on the high-concentration ether environment and their own etherification to avoid the scythe of death as elders and witnesses of history.
The elders do not stay awake all the time. They are only collectively awakened during some major decision-making events. Normally, only one elder stays awake in each period and acts as a spokesperson to communicate with the outside world.
No one could have imagined that the defeat of the Clerks family came from the indestructible interior. The elder's actions were very easy. Without attracting anyone's attention, he took out "The Oath of Dawn" from the dusty bookshelf, and then walked out of the wind cellar in a swagger.
Everything is so simple, it's not even a conspiracy or trick.
"When did it start? Why?"
Vosilin stood up at this moment and questioned the elders. She had lived in Fengyuan Highland since she was a child. Except for the different surname, she felt that she was completely a member of the Klex family.
She did not understand the development of this incident. Vosilin never thought that the holy senator would be the first to be corrupted.
The senator did not respond. He had lived for a long time and he no longer cared about many things, whether it was his own glory or the implementation of his ideas.
But Wosilin's words still couldn't help but bring back the elder's memories, buried deep in his memory, the night that changed his life.
It was the early days of the Dawn War, and the rebellion of Sere had not yet begun, and the Night Clan and the secret societies were quarreling in the shadows.
At that time, the senator was just a person in charge of power. After a night of melee, he was seriously injured and fell on the eve of dawn.
There is no explanation for his defeat; he encountered an enemy that night that he could not resist.
The end of the horizon was sprinkled with golden dawn. Facing that pure light, the night tribes followed the night and left one after another. The elder fell to the ground. He heard the sound of approaching horse hooves, and the low hum of the armor rubbing against each other due to the ups and downs.
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The senator saw that arrogant figure. He was dressed in pitch black armor and his face was hidden behind the cold iron face. He lowered his head and stared at himself.
The senator felt that he was about to die. As a person with power, he would not let himself survive.
This is also true. The arrogant man raised the same pitch-black blade, and the cold tip of the sword hung above the elder's head.
The senator knew what he would face next. He was extremely scared, but for the sake of the glory in his heart, he still mustered up the courage to face the tip of the sword and not allow himself to close his eyes.
Vaguely, the senator heard bursts of smiles, and the proud man looked down at him.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"I'm not afraid."
The elder replied forcefully. When he said these words, he had completed his farewell to life and felt extremely calm.
The proud man was silent for a moment, then he spoke again, "No, you are afraid of death, I can see it in your eyes."
"No……"
"Don't rush to explain," the proud man said, "I am too familiar with this look. You are using the so-called glory as an excuse to force yourself to accept death... You are not brave, this is just an escape."
The senator glared at the arrogant man and cursed, "If you want to humiliate me..."
"I didn't mean to humiliate you, I was just stating the facts."
The arrogant man interrupted the elder again, and then he slowly raised the dark sword blade.
"Want to make a bet?"
"Bet...what?"
"Bet on whether you are afraid of death."
At that time, the senator did not understand the words of the proud man. He only saw a drop of blood dripping from the tip of the sword.
The elder forced his eyes open and vowed to face death. The drop of blood dripped into his eyes, dyeing his vision red, seeping into his soul, and leaving the seeds of corruption.
Looking back now, the senator always wonders whether the arrogant man foresaw the outcome of this war and made such a choice.
In the end, the proud man just left, leaving the senator to fend for himself on the battlefield. Later, the senator realized that what he encountered that night was the hunting Night King's guard.
The Night King himself patrols his territory.
"Time ruthlessly crushes all falsehoods and cruelly tears apart many lies."
The elders broke free from the memories and whispered softly.
At this moment, he not only felt that the Night King at that time had seen the ending of the Dawn War, but also saw his own ending a hundred years later.
That's why the Night King made such a bet with himself. The elder smiled mockingly to himself. Now that things have happened, he has to admit the greatness of the Night King. He is willing to admit defeat in this bet.
"Why? Why..."
The elder gradually stood up straight, his outlined spine straightened again, standing tall against the sky.
"I also want to ask why, why do we have to hide in the shadows and hand over the world to those ridiculous mortals despite having such powerful power."
Under the golden mask, the elder's eyes were bloodshot and red, just like those of the Night Clan.
"Why can't we enjoy eternal life despite being honored? Why should we linger in that dark corner, enduring eternal loneliness for this ridiculous idea?"
The elder's voice was distorted and hoarse. Along with his crazy narration, his own ether intensity gradually increased, and he reached the level of a power bearer in an instant, and this was not the end of him.
"I've had enough of this damn life."
The elders hated their duties, and hated the ridiculous self that once regarded honor and duty as everything.
"No matter what you say, you have broken your oath, haven't you?"
Palmer roared, the elder's rebellion made him far more angry than the Night Clan's attack. He raised his hand and released the blunderbuss, and the high-speed air flow hit the elder. At the moment when it was about to contact the elder, the air flow disturbed, dispersed, and turned into a breeze blowing on his face.
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The senator is very familiar with Palmer's secret power, because he possesses the same secret power.
"A pledge?"
The senator raised his withered palms, and vague chains emerged, binding his body.
From the moment the senator stepped into the wind cellar, wearing a red robe and a golden mask, he, like other senators, signed an oath to dedicate the rest of his life to the Clerks family.
Fortunately, this oath is not as strict as the "Dawn Oath". For the Klex family, this is more like a sacred ritual.
"Things like oaths...are no longer important."
The senator shattered the chains as he spoke, enduring the backlash of the oath, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth. At the same time, his strength climbed to its highest point, regaining the powerful power of the past and feeling this true freedom.
The breeze suddenly rises, coming from those hundreds of years, traveling through the time of history, heading straight into the night, unstoppable.
