[Comprehensive Quick Pass] Reverse the ending

Hidden Blade turned around and planned to leave.No, there was a rustling sound behind him.He still wants to resist? Ezio turned around in surprise. Isn't such a big gap in strength enough to make him give up?

Standing on the top of the city wall in a fine attire, the strong wind could only make the man's brows haggard. The hatred had been swallowed by deep despair. He smiled miserably: "Ezio Auditore," this was the third time he said the name of the assassin in front of him. Once, the fear subsided, and the dark colors contained in it almost pulled the listener's soul into hell.

"Leave me in the hand the fate." *[Leave my life in the hands of fate. ]

After finishing speaking, he fell backward and fell into the endless abyss. Ezio subconsciously took two steps forward, but failed to grab the man's robe corner.He kept this posture silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Big head!" The young guard suddenly pushed open the door leading to the rooftop. He was soaked in blood, but with a hint of joy in his eyes, "Hold it!" Although it was a bloody battle, he finally held it again. The siege.

But the smile froze on his face.On the platform, there are only assassins standing with their heads bowed.He stared at Ezio stiffly, eyes that almost burned him.What about the one he would help follow even if he tried his best?Where?

"Requiescantinpace." After a long time, the assassin's deep voice sounded, as if he had been sentenced to death, the flame in his heart was completely extinguished, and his eyes became hollow—is the grand master dead?Grandmaster...how could he be dead?

The sword in his hand fell to the ground, unaware that the assassin had already passed him by.On the rooftop, he was the only one left after all.He muttered to himself: "Chief, the task you entrusted to me has been done. His injury is not serious, he has been rescued..." Sliding weakly to the ground, his eyes were blank.

Ezio paused as he left, but he didn't look back after all.

After all, there was an extra drop of blood on his own hand, which added a little sin.

The third spirit is here.

menopausal father

When Connor broke into the restricted area, he had only one thought in mind: to find Charles Lee, his mother-killing enemy.

Connor Kenway, whose real name is Ratonhnhaké:ton, is a native American.When he was four years old, the whole village was set on fire by Charles, and his mother died.The "Piece of Eden" kept by his tribe, the coat of arms [Amulet], instructs him to join the Assassin's organization against the Devil and the Templars.

But the weirdest part is more than that.Connor Kenway, son of Haytham Kenway, Grand Master of the Templars.He believes that the Assassins and Templars, who also have the goal of destroying the world, can cooperate, but Haytham insists that Charles should replace Washington, who was supported by Connor, as the leader.

In 1781, Charles hid in Fort George, New York, and took the "armor" with him to avoid the pursuit of Connor and the persecution of Washington.

Xiu Yi felt that suddenly having a son in his 20s was extremely stressful.The frivolous mask locked had already worked, and Haytham's old face became softer and younger.

He knocked on the table, signaling the guards outside the window to come in and speak.The shadow under the projection of the oil lamp shook for a moment, the door was pulled open, and the cold wind that came in with the harsh creaking sound made Xiu Yi frowned.

"Go and tell Li Qing." After the guard closed the door, Xiu coughed lightly and urged, "Walk as far as you can with your coat of arms, but the Kenway family can't stop here." He hesitated a little After a while, he waved his hand, turned around and sat down at the desk again, raised the quill pen, dipped it in ink, quickly drew a few marks on the paper, folded it carefully, and handed it to the guard, "That's it, even if there is not a single word missing."

The Templar went, looking somewhat flattered.Master Kenway actually gave such an important letter to himself, which is enough to show his importance.While excited, he actually just ignored the strong ominousness in Xiu Yi's words.

Throwing the quill pen on the table casually, silently watching a little ink drop from the tip of the pen, polluting the good log tabletop.It doesn't matter, I won't see you again anyway.

He sat quietly again until he heard the sound of cannons in the distance.He himself took off the coat hanging on the coat rack, smoothed every wrinkle carefully, and put on the ridiculous feather hat again.

Tucking the bright red cross pendant into the collar of his shirt, his eyes froze.Not Xiuyi, nor Haitham as his father.At this time, he was Grand Master of the Templars, Kenway.The wick behind him gradually burned out, and the wisp of smoke left behind slowly dissipated in the air.

"Living firebegetscold, impotentash." ]

He couldn't help tightening his coat and turning his collar up a little.Both Haitham and Xiuyi are afraid of the cold.It's not that such a cold wind can cause any harm to the body, but that the heart is so cold that he no longer dares to take any risks.

Warmth is one of the few gifts from heaven, not a supply that can be squandered.At this moment, Xiu Yi's soul seemed to feel the sorrow in the heart of this high-ranking group leader.

The boots hit the green brick floor, and through the not-so-thick soles, one could feel the coolness penetrating in, as well as the uneven touch.Xiuyi really wanted to quicken his pace, but he didn't.

It's not impossible, but just like in the field in the rain, the result of running or not running is the same.A person who is already drenched does not need an umbrella, and a person who has nowhere to go is useless even if he runs wildly on the street.

Haytham did not regard the Knights Templar as his own, not even for a moment.Ideals are not the same as approval, and support is not the same as emotion.He knew this too well, so he tried his best to prevent his son from going the same way.

Assassins and knights are like images reflected in a mirror, their purposes are similar but different, and they will never intersect.When the fragile mirror is broken, the only ending is destruction.Why can't my son understand this?Haitham might be mocking in his heart, but why didn't he smile bitterly?

The Hidden Blade was unsheathed, and the blood splashed on the spotless dark blue coat, still tinged with warmth.Watching the enemy fall in front of his eyes with cold eyes, a long time ago, as early as when he was a child, all this could not arouse his emotional fluctuations.

Who told you to stand against me, poor man?The so-called patriots are nothing more than "human beings" who fight for power and status.Haytham felt that everyone was like this, so the Knights Templar, who showed their desires unabashedly and even restrained them, were more trustworthy.

But Xiuyi didn't.It is the pride that burns in the soul, that what God does is good.The attunement of soul to soul is broken.Oh, as Kami sama, how can he be as sad as a mortal?

Xiu Yi shook his head, his light footsteps became firmer, I am good, killing is good, and cheating is also good.To our gods the law is but flimsy words.

In the sound of huge gunfire, the sound of footsteps was not buried at all.Lightly tapped, but it seems to be knocked directly on the heartstrings.

"Where's Charles Lee?" Connor staggered forward while leaning on the wall. The smoke hadn't cleared yet, and he could only vaguely make out a figure from the spinning sky.

But it's too familiar to be mistaken.That was the familiarity that came from his blood, the idea of ​​countless nightmares - his own father.

"Let's go." Xiuyi replied calmly, his eyes were full of pity and contempt for Connor.No matter from Haitham's standpoint or Xiuyi's own perspective, this is not unreasonable.

Understanding does not mean approval, and acquiescence does not mean support.

This was the biggest concession Haytham could make to his son as the head of the regiment.

Connor couldn't suppress his anger anymore. He was seriously injured in the shelling just now, and he couldn't even see clearly what was in front of him at this moment.But I can still feel the pity and ridicule from the heart of the man in front of me.

Why do you?We have nothing to do with you since you announced that you are on the opposite side of me!Not father and son, not comrades, not even strangers.

We are the enemy.

Hypnotizing himself over and over again, Connor took the lead in attacking.

Maybe it's really because I'm a little too tired?The body that deals with official duties day and night is really not suitable for this kind of struggle, but Xiu Yi can vaguely sense Haitham's will - he is eager for this battle.

Well as you wish.The second time Connor, who wasn't in such good shape, threw something heavy and felt a dull pain in his back, and maybe a little bruising.

Suddenly, the fire exploded not far away, and the deafening sound made it worse for either of the two.But Xiu Yi jumped up almost immediately, stretched out his hand to grab Connor's throat, and pressed him to the ground with all his strength.

Should have done this long ago, if you weren't the son of this body.

Xiu Yi coughed a few times, and really wanted to gather up the coat that was scratched during the fight, but he couldn't spare his hands to do so.He intentionally or unintentionally ignored the Hidden Blade that Connor quietly stretched out, and even stretched his neck forward to create an opportunity for him.

As expected, the sharp weapon pierced the neck, bringing the unique coldness of metal.The temperature in the body is slowly lost along with the blood.Xiu Yi obviously could continue to strangle Connor to death like this with his last strength, but he let go of his hand and staggered