Cannon fodder's death manual

I don't know when, Zhu Xia's blood is no longer pure red.

The dark red blood was mixed with a faint golden color, and faint life fluctuations were mixed in it—even though, he had already degenerated into an out-and-out dark elf.

In the raging flames of battle, a cold arrow shot from Zhu Xia's back and shot out from his chest.Zhu Xia lowered his head slowly, staring blankly at the gold-plated blood winding down from the tip of the arrow, his ears were buzzing, and he was a little puzzled, when?Since when did my blood become like this.

He dullly felt as if he had missed something important.

Zhu Xia has been having a dream.

In the dream, there was an elf with a naked/slender body standing alone in the middle of the spring. His white skin was as delicate as porcelain. The spring water flowed over his protruding butterfly bones. His wet long black hair radiated in the cold moonlight. With a dull luster.

If the legendary mountain ghost really existed, he thought, it would be like that - just a back view can make people lose their minds.

Every time he wakes up from the dream, throbbing, he slowly remembers that it was not a dream.

That was the first time he met him.

That night, the moon was as cool as water, so he just got up to pick some mushrooms, stopped and walked to the depths of the forest, and vaguely heard some slight sound of water in front of him, so he carefully approached the sound, and when he pushed aside the grass in front of him that blocked his sight , the elf's naked figure broke into his sight just like that.

At that moment, everything in the world seemed to have ceased to exist, and all language had turned pale. He just stared blankly at the elf in the water, his mind went numb, and he was so nervous that he even forgot to breathe.

Immersed in the shock, before he regained his senses, the next second, he was thrown to the ground by a huge white tiger that suddenly appeared. When the white tiger opened its bloody mouth at him and was about to bite him, the The elf stopped the white tiger with a clear voice.

He who had escaped death looked at him blankly, under the moonlight, the elf had come ashore in his robes, a drop of water ran across his white chest and sank into the depths of his loose collar, his long black hair was wetly draped over his shoulders, a pair of The dark eyes seem to be able to suck a person's soul into them.

The dark elf... After the astonishment, there is a fear that cannot be ignored. With black hair and black eyes, no matter how you look at the elf in front of you, it is exactly the same as the fallen dark elf in the legend.

But what he didn't expect was that not only did this beautiful dark elf not hurt him, but he also healed the wound he had just scratched during the struggle. When he was sent home, the elf hugged him, and he was just like that. Leaning in his arms in a daze, raising his eyes a little, he could see his smooth jaw, and his breath was full of reassuring gentleness.

From that day on, he has been dreaming every day, and his dreams are all about the beautiful appearance of the elf when he stood up from the water that night.

He couldn't forget that night when the sky was clear and the moon was bright, and he couldn't forget the gentle smile of the elf standing in the water under the moonlight. He started to go to the hot spring every night, but he didn't dare to approach it. He only dared to hide behind the tree and watch secretly. Taking a sneak peek at the elf's faint back, that's enough.

Even though he is a dark elf, that elf is so gentle. Even if he knew he was nearby, he would not blame him at all. He would save him from danger when he was entangled by giant anacondas in the night. He was dying of illness, but he appeared like a god again, took him home, treated him tenderly, and dried his wet hair.

Zhu Xia had no family, and grew up alone in the elf forest, but the dark elf, who was supposed to be the embodiment of evil, made him feel the warmth of his family for a long time.

But he doesn't really want to be just his family.

In fact, he had already noticed that the elf treated him more like a child. Whether it was saving him or taking care of him, he treated him as a child who needed to be taken care of, and there was no extra emotion.But he was not satisfied. What the elf didn't know was that from the first time they met and saw his magnificent figure standing in the water, he was no longer satisfied with just being a child.

So, he invited him to his Wing Spreading Ceremony, and wanted to tell him at the Wing Spreading Ceremony that he had grown up and was no longer a child who knew nothing and needed someone to protect and take care of him.

I thought that as a dark elf, he would not agree to participate in his Wing Spreading Ceremony. After all, life elves and dark elves have always been at odds with each other, but unexpectedly, the elf agreed to his request, and then, he At the Wing Spreading Ceremony, he unexpectedly discovered that the dark elf he had always thought of was actually the Elf King whom he had admired since he was a child.

However, the feeling of ecstasy had not faded away, and before he had time to express his love to him, he failed to spread his wings at the wing-spreading ceremony, and his dirty human blood was exposed to the whole clan of elves. In the name of desecrating the blood of the elves, the elders demanded that he be expelled from the forest of elves.

Faced with such a change, he looked at the elf with hope. He didn't care about other people's doubts and whispers. He only wanted him, and only longed for his comfort and understanding.

However, the elf was full of cold eyes, and knocked him off the altar under the eyes of everyone.

"Come on, drive him out of the forest of elves." Just like the clear and gentle voice before, but the words that came out were so cold that he shuddered.

Zhan Yili, which was originally full of anticipation and longing, became the beginning of a nightmare in his life.

Kicked out of the elf forest, he guarded outside the enchantment of the elf forest for a long time in a state of embarrassment. He looked into the barrier full of hope, longing for the elf to appear suddenly, open the barrier and let him in.

He actually doesn't care whether he can return to the Forest of Elves, what he really cares about is whether he can return to him.

In fact, he just wanted to hide silently in the corner like before, and just look at him secretly to be satisfied.

However, he never showed up.

All the time, it never showed up.

He just sat outside the barrier with his knees hugged in hunger and cold, looking into the barrier eagerly, hoping again and again, and then disappointed again and again until despair.

"Hey! Look what we found! An elf!"

In the end, he still didn't wait for the elf, but he waited for the humans who wandered outside the elf forest to catch elves.

In the past, every time he was in danger, that elf would descend from the sky to save him from danger, but this time, that elf did not appear.He didn't show up when he was handcuffed with magic chains by those humans, and he didn't show up when he was put in a cage by those humans and sent to the slave market. He never showed up when the humans screamed and cried under him.

The days that followed, in his memory, were gray and black, interspersed with a few glaring scarlets.

In the dirty and dark basement of the slave market, the only light source is a dim magic lamp full of dust. He was torn off his clothes and locked in the basement naked/naked. Tranquility has also become a luxury.Life is muddled, I don't know the time, I don't know the sun and the moon, and sometimes I even forget who I am.Dim lights and fluttering moths, swaying body and heavy panting in ears, glaring blood donation flowing from the buttocks and hideous faces above the body constitute his only memory of that time.

His life, in that dark basement, withered little by little before it bloomed.

Once again, he was raped by several human beings twisting his body at the same time. A human stuffed his dirty and smelly stuff into his mouth and pounded his throat hard, choking him to the point of suffocation. He felt as if he had already Being torn in two by life, the pain is endless, just when he almost thought he was going to die, a voice suddenly sounded in his heart.

hate him...

Hate... who?

Amidst the misty tears, the gentle smile of the black-haired elf suddenly flashed in his mind.

It was he who abandoned you, it was he who betrayed you, it was him who brought you to where you are today...

In that dark basement, he hadn't dreamed for a long time, but that day, when he was dying, he remembered the night when they first met when the moon was in the sky, and the cool night wind blew through the treetops, gently Disturb a pool of spring water.

hate him...

In extreme pain, he slowly closed his tear-smeared eyes. In the endless darkness, there was only one thought left in his mind.

kill.kill.kill.

The smooth blond hair became pitch black in that instant, and a bit of pitch black continued to spread in the depths of his pupils, until his green eyes were completely dyed black with despair.

In order to survive, he sold his soul to the devil.

The iron chains locked on his body broke with a bang, and the black magic full of lifelessness condensed at his fingertips. The entire slave market was filled with the horrified wailing of human beings, and he walked slowly across the corpses like that. Staggered to a broken mirror.

The elf in the mirror, with long black hair filled with lifeless energy, and undead dwelling in the dark black eyes.

Black hair and black eyes, just like the person in memory.

Stretching out his hand to caress the pale face of the man in the mirror, a voice whispered in his heart, go... take revenge... kill him... make him pay the price...

Looking at the mirror, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth. He would go back, take revenge, and let the black flames burn all over the elf forest.

Only, he won't kill him.

He wants him to live.

Live to experience the despair of being powerless and helpless, live to experience all the pain he has experienced, live to see the elves he has been guarding, destroyed in the hands of his forbidden son.

Let him live...to be his.

In order to achieve his goal, he did not hesitate to join hands with humans, and led the humans straight into the elf forest, making the elf forest tremble in his anger.

In the end, he also fulfilled his wish and saw the elf he had been thinking about under the burning tree of life.

He always thought that he had withered and died in that basement, but the moment he saw the elf again, his numb heart throbbed again, causing him severe pain.

At this point, he realized that he still loves him.

Although this love has been tainted by desire/desire, covered in blood, it has turned into distorted hatred.

That can't change, its original form is love.

Looking at the silver-haired elf under the tree of life, for a moment, he even had the urge to give up everything and start over with him.

It's just impossible, between him and that elf, not only his half dirty human blood, but also the countless days and nights of inhuman torture in the basement, and the time when he was dying The filthy soul sold to the devil is separated from the entire elf clan that was destroyed by him.

Since there is no way to go back, there is only plunder and being plundered between him and him.

"Zhu Xia, do you really want the fruit of life?" The elf looked at him with dull gray eyes.

He answered yes.

Not only for the contract with the human race, but also to completely smash the things he guarded and let him completely belong to himself.

Then, right in front of his eyes, the elf sacrificed himself, and on the burning tree of life, a fruit of life with gilt texture fell into his hand.

That silver-haired elf... also completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

Why... it happened like this... He stared blankly at the tree of life that fell to the ground, the fruit of life in his hand was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

He had imagined many endings about the two of them, but he never thought that it would end with him forcing him to death.

"Hand over the fruit of life!"

Seeing that the fruit of life fell into his hands, the humans who were staring at him aggressively attacked him, but he knelt in front of the wreckage of the tree of life, unwilling to fight.

One by one cold arrows pierced into his body, one by one knives/guns/pierced into his back, and one by one, they protruded fiercely out of his chest.

Life was passing by quickly, and he slowly and slowly lowered his head, staring blankly at the blood flowing out of his body, the bright red mixed with a touch of gold.

He suddenly remembered that a book he read when he was young said that anyone who ate the fruit of life would have a golden color in their blood.

Did I... actually eat the fruit of life?he thought dully.

...but when?

The fruit of life is the sacred object of the elves. It is the fruit that can only be produced by sacrificing their own lives for each generation of elf kings. It is the most precious thing of the elves...

When he was dying, the elf's gentle smile flashed through his mind.

what……

It turns out...it was that time...

What have I...did...

Silently hugging the fruit of life in his hand, the black elf slowly closed his pitch-black eyes.