end of time

如果

this world

no more blood

no more death

There is no longer a separation that lasts forever

Enough

Brian.

The ice-blue eyes glowing with light gold in the sun seemed to be brewing a storm, and the corners of the lips were slightly pursed, implying the master's uncontrollable anger.

"If you dare to lose your mind on the battlefield again, I will kill you."

Lucinda lowered her eyes, subconsciously clenched the bow and arrow in that warm and stable embrace.Smelling a very faint smell of blood at the end of her nose, she turned to look at his arm, was he injured?

Thranduil's attention had shifted from the frightened elf in his arms to the battlefield full of corpses.

Alves and Desmond took the lead in raising their scimitars and bows and arrows to meet the defeated orcs. Under the reappearing sunlight and the encouragement of His Royal Highness the blond hair, the elf warriors were all invincible.

A war that started without warning in the cold night ended in the dawn without warning.

Like a raging snowstorm, it quietly disappeared into the morning light that melted the dawn fog.

The half-orcs in the west of the Great Greenwood Kingdom that were mobilized in full force were almost wiped out. On the contrary, about one-third of the soldiers in the elves' camp to the west were lost.

The white light had already enveloped the sky above the forest. Amongst the corpses all over the ground, Thranduil looked at the thick clouds that scattered to the west in the distance, and remained silent.

"All the seriously injured soldiers have been sent back to the camp, and all the doctors have arrived." It was Desmond who bowed his head and reported.

Lucinda showed a relaxed smile on her blood-stained cheeks, and turned her eyes to the left arm of His Royal Highness with blonde hair, a little hesitant to persuade him to see a doctor as well.

Thranduil glanced at her sideways, his brows furrowed indistinctly.He turned his head, drew out the long sword just now with his backhand, and coldly held the sword flower.Stepping on the corpses of half-orcs on the ground, he left without saying a word.

Desmond followed behind.

Lucinda froze for a moment, Alves not far away had already put away the scimitar and came over.

The elf's brown hair was tied into a clean ponytail on the back of his head, and the cold blood that had not faded away after the war still remained between his bright eyebrows.

"Good job, Lucinda."

It's not the usual playful tone, he is really more and more proud of her.

The familiar forest fragrance on the nose turned into a strong smell of blood. Lucinda forced a smile, and turned her eyes to Desmond's well-proportioned and vigorous figure.

Alves saw it too, his mountain-like brows gradually frowned, he reached out to wipe off a little blood on the blade of the scimitar, his voice suddenly became a little heavy for some reason.

"Lucy, let's go too."

In the main tent of the camp, a slender figure stood with his hands behind his back.Standing behind him was a row of soldiers who had just come down from the battlefield, including Lucinda and Alves, all of them looked solemn and said nothing.

The elf warrior kneeling on the ground had a pale face. It was Desmond.

"The former vice-captain of Yoan Tallinn's patrol, Desmond, ignored the military order and gave Oakes an opportunity to invade our country, causing the sacrifice of his companions. What crime should be punished according to the military order?"

"Desmond has failed His Highness's entrustment, and is willing to receive arrow punishment."

Alves and other elves all showed expressions of intolerance. This was the first time Lucinda heard the name Arrow Sentence, and seeing the reactions of the elves around her felt a chill in her heart.

However, the blond-haired silver-robed man kept his back to all the elves, including the guards who had just sentenced Desmond to be shot by arrows, and no one could see his expression.

After whispering that sentence, Desmond had already calmed down from the regret and trembling. He looked up at the brilliant blond hair, without hiding the admiration and gratitude in his eyes.

His Highness will save his people from the minions of the orcs regardless of his own safety, and will not hesitate to take the life of an elf who violated military discipline and seriously endangered the kingdom.

No compromises.There is no room for it.

Desmond didn't complain, it was his own fault.

Military orders are like mountains, and if you neglect your duties, you have to pay the due price.

This is the law of the warrior.

"Before going to Mandos, what can you say?" After a long time, Thranduil finally spoke, his tone was as steady as before, and nothing wrong could be heard.

"Thank you, Your Highness." The elf put his palms on the ground, his head was deeply pressed down, and his cold forehead pressed against the ground.This great gift is the only and last time in my life.

In the place where the elves couldn't see the backlight, the thick long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the ice blue eyes that couldn't see to the bottom were closed wearily, and opened after a while, it was as cold as usual, without a trace of warmth.

An arrow through an elf's throat is no different than an arrow through an orc's body.It is even easier when the flexible and slender elves do not resist, but for the execution elves, it is definitely not an easy task to aim the arrow at their companions who fight side by side every day.

Alves, the deputy commander of General Allen, personally executed it.Here, except for Thranduy and Lucinda who is Ellen's only daughter, his military rank, status and reputation are all the highest.The execution by the high-level elves is the greatest respect for the elves who are about to bid farewell to the world.

The hand that is accustomed to holding the scimitar is equally stable and proficient in holding the Yuanta bow, but the arrow tip aimed at the calm gray-eyed elf under the Yuanta tree is no longer bright and cold.

The valley is very quiet, very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the wind whispering in your ears.

The thick clouds scattered, and the morning sun came.

The war is over, but the blood is still here.

Lucinda couldn't bear to turn her head back, but an irresistible force beside her twisted her back abruptly.

Not long ago, the slender arms that had been protecting her clasped her shoulders and waist in a firm posture, and fixed her chin with bloody fingers, forcing her eyes to stare at Desmond motionlessly. Germany.

There is no expression on the face so handsome that even Vala would feel ashamed, the golden hair curled up by the breeze brushes past the eyes, and condenses into the coldest lines on the ice-blue seabed where there is no wind and no waves, and the beautiful lips are slightly opened and closed , The voice was so cold that it seemed as if a ban was being issued, it rang above her head like thunder, making it impossible for her to escape.

"See clearly, this is the battlefield, and this is punishment. Whatever you choose, you have to bear. No escape, no turning back."

"Look clearly, everything in front of you."

She hadn't watched an elf die.

Except Brian, her own brother.

When fighting on the battlefield, although she knew that it was inevitable that her companions would be buried under Oakes' minions, she had never, never opened her eyes wide open and watched the demise of an elf like this.

Brian died alone fighting and bleeding.

But this time, she listened to the slight creaking sound of the bowstring in the silence, and watched the arrow that left the string sink into the elf's body.Seeing the flexible and slender body fall down like this, the blood flowed out, melted into the ground in an instant, and soaked the roots of the big tree below.

The gray-eyed Elf Desmond, once fought side by side with his brother, bowed his head slightly in front of her, and called her Miss Lucinda gracefully, and she even saw him holding his bow like a moon on the battlefield not long ago .

But now he...

His body will be buried in the southern forest, fully integrated into the blood of the forest, and his soul will go to the Temple of Mandos, waiting for the next reincarnation, or until the end of the world...

His long life was ruthlessly taken away, and she would never see this elegant and capable deputy captain again in the endless time that followed.

life.

The life of the elves is eternal to the end of the world, and the deep sorrow will also spread to the end of the world

Eternity, what torture would that be

But, why do you want to do this...

Can you refuse the gore?

Is it possible to resist death?

Can there be no longer a long and eternal separation?

Her green eyes were trembling constantly, almost at the same time as the elf fell down, the power that imprisoned her was loosened, she broke free from Thranduil's shackles, staggered to the side, and supported a tree. Dashu felt extremely uncomfortable.

The cold taste of blood rolled in her stomach, making her want to vomit but couldn't vomit, and her eyes were reddened in just a moment.

Killing is all based on blood and instant passion.When holding the bow and arrow, I felt that the blood in my whole body was boiling, but after the end, I felt exhausted physically and mentally, and felt nauseous.

She thought of what he had said.

"You aristocratic ladies, there are a lot of things to pass the time to do. Why bother to do such thankless things."

Yes, thankless.

She was too naive before, she understands now.

She is not that brave, if arrows are only made for killing, then she would rather live forever than touch the bowstring.

She doesn't like blood, very much.

She is not the only elf who suffers.In fact, most of the elves present slightly closed their eyes, praying for their departed companions.

Only their golden-haired and silver-robed Highness's expressions remained unchanged, and his ice-blue eyes were like two penetrating lakes, with neither wind nor waves, making it impossible for people to see what was at the bottom of the lake forever.

Alves put away his bow and arrow, watched him walk slowly to Desmond, leaned down, and closed the elf's lifeless gray eyes with his hand.

The rustling of the leaves in the dense forest, like a wordless eulogy, was clearly heard by every elf with the calm and deep voice.

"Remember your responsibilities as soldiers. What awaits you ahead is an unprecedented and dangerous war. Many of our companions may never return after embarking on this road. I don't want the forest to lose the power to protect it. My child, just as I don’t want our homeland to be shrouded in shadow. Therefore, I hope to see every soldier fulfill his duty and live a good life. Where I can, I, Thranduy, will never allow my people to be dominated by dark monsters But in a place where I can't see, if there is another person whose companion sacrifices and bleeds for similar reasons, I would rather wrench his neck with my own hands! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

The soldiers bowed their heads in awe, seeing with their own eyes that their highness picked up Desmond's body and walked towards the forest where the fallen warriors were buried behind the camp.

The faint sadness in the cold and wordless air was ups and downs, but some new power was gradually sprouting and growing in the forest.

"Little Lucy, are you okay?" Alves walked over and handed her a water bag, "Drink it first."

"It smells like blood, just get used to it slowly."

"Does it hurt?"

Lucy shook her head weakly, then nodded again for a moment.

"If you slow down, let's go."

"where to?"

Alves stared at her for a while, then sighed: "Apologize."