super sharing system

Chapter 155 Father's Story (1)
"Everything is over, Kyrol, you successfully protected your people, but I became a sinner of the orcs."

Beside a big tree in the distance of Campbell City, Hager leaned his back on the trunk, speaking in a very weak tone.

"No, my old friend, you have guarded the last dignity of the orcs, you are the hero of the orcs."

Kyroll threw the dimmed crystal ball aside. The five angels released by Ni Ran were not that effective. The reason why these angels could disperse the undead and revive the human soldiers who died on the battlefield In fact, it was because of the crystal ball in his hand.

The angel spirit was imprisoned in the crystal ball, and it was through releasing the angel spirit that Kyroll upgraded the ordinary angel summoned by Ni Ran into an archangel with the ability to resurrect.

"Carol, you activated the spirit of angels by burning your life. You have dedicated to your race to the last moment. To be honest, I am actually quite envious of you. If my humble life can save the warriors of the orcs , I will definitely not hesitate."

"To summon an angel requires dedicating one's life, don't you find it ironic?"

Carol shook her head and went to sit next to Hager.

"The gods who say they are selfless are actually just like the peddlers in the market. They will not waste their ability to help you. As gods, they just treat us as playthings, even worse than ants."

"Carol, you have changed a lot. You are no longer the simple boy you were back then."

"After so many years, we have all changed. After experiencing so much, I have seen many things clearly and understood many truths. Gods are not trustworthy, and she is the chief culprit who imprisoned human beings!"

"I remember that you used to be a very devout believer. What made you hate God so much?"

"Old friend, let me tell you a secret. The goddess of the Holy Spirit, whom humans worship and worship, is actually a very cheap bitch. Everything she does is dirtier than those vicious prostitutes in the red light district of Campbell."

"Carol, you know that if other humans hear what you said, you will definitely be tied to the stake."

"Like my father, eh?"

Hager didn't reply, but just silently nodded.

Kyroll smiled and looked up at the shadow of Campbell's Tower in the distance.

"It doesn't matter. I endured it for too long. At the last moment of my life, I was finally able to speak my mind. I'm actually quite happy."

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"Carol, your mother's death was not done by my people. They were tricked. I investigated and everyone who wanted peace talks was killed, no matter if they were humans or beasts."

"I know."

Carol responded lightly.

Hager was surprised.

"you know?"

"Yes, I know. I know what you don't know. Do you know how you were sent to me by my father?"

"Am I not a prisoner your father took in a battle?"

"No, you were entrusted to my father by your parents, they are very good friends!"

"What did you say?"

Hearing this truth, Hager was very excited. He turned his head and looked at Carol with very disbelieving eyes.

"It's incredible, isn't it? I was also surprised when I heard my father say that, Kronas, would you like to hear me tell my father's story?"

Hager smiled slightly, leaned against the tree trunk again and closed his eyes.

"Then hurry up, the current me will die at any time, and it is very likely that I will not last until the end of the lecture."

In the last moment of life, some things have become less important.

"Okay, but I may die before you, so if I can't finish talking, don't die with regret."

"Stop talking nonsense, old guy, we don't have much time left." Hager snorted dissatisfied.

"You're still as quick-tempered as ever, Kronas."

Kyroll also closed his eyes like Kyroll, speaking in a leisurely manner.

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"My father was an artistic man. If it weren't for the sudden outbreak of war, he might have become a painter or a musician, but by accident, he was forced to take up his The butcher's knife I'm most reluctant to pick up..."

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"Cowardly human boy, you don't even have full hair, so you dare to come out?"

Kerke accidentally fell into an orc's trap during his inspection mission in the forest. When he tried his best to escape, he ran into a tall green-skinned orc.

The orc was so close to him that he could clearly feel the orc's breath.

"An orc who can speak human language?"

Kerke was panicked, he was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on the cutting board, and now he had no ability to resist.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

Kerke was trembling all over, and his tears couldn't stop streaming down.

"As a soldier, your tears make me feel ashamed! Boy, how did you sneak into the army? This is a battlefield, not a place for a young boy like you to come."

"No, I'm not a soldier, I don't want to fight anyone at all, I was forced to join the army!"

The green-skinned orc saw a black tubular object around Kerke's waist, and he took it off curiously.

"What is this? A new weapon for you humans?"

The green-skinned orc waving the Krk flute in front of his eyes.

"This is not a weapon, this is a human instrument, and it can play beautiful tunes."

"You humans always like to make fancy things, and it is because of the existence of these things that you become so cowardly and unbearable."

The green-skinned orc grabbed the battle ax in his hand and swung it towards Kerke.

"It's over, I'm going to see God!"

Kerke closed his eyes and prepared for his death.

"thump!"

Kirke was not dead, the green orc cut the rope that hung him and lowered him to the ground.

"Although these things of your humans are gaudy, I am quite interested, human boy, play me a tune, if I like it, I will consider letting you go!"

After the green-skinned orc finished speaking, he threw the flute back to Kerke.

Kerke couldn't believe what he was hearing, the orc wanted him to play a tune!

In Kerke's fixed impression, the orcs should be a cruel and bloodthirsty race, and they are natural enemies with humans, but at this time, this tall and fierce orc actually sat on the ground, resting his cheeks with expectant hands. He looked at Kirk.

Music exists beyond race and language. You don’t need to learn it, you can feel what the music wants to express. Kerke picked up the flute and played one of his best tunes.

The melodious music came out, Kerke played it very carefully, and the green-skinned orc listened very engrossed.

This picture is so harmonious while making people feel weird.

(End of this chapter)