My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

"Is the casualty count ready?" Troy asked.

The red-haired boy standing beside him looked at the glowing crystal ball in front of him and said, "It's come out, it's terrible. We won this battle, but we didn't win."

"...that's why I hate war, Snoke." Troy said: "No matter what kind of battle, I hate it, but the irony is that as long as there are creatures, there must be disputes. There will be competition between plants and trees. Water and nutrients, animals also compete for territory and food, let alone humans."

Snoke's red pupils reflected the calm and downcast profile of the boy beside him. After a while, he said: "Every race has its own advantages and disadvantages. Another way of thinking, Troy, if there are no disputes and conflicts in this world Turmoil, what kind of world do you think this will be?"

"..." The blond boy looked at him, as if he was being asked.

"I used to think that it should be wonderful, but—" Troy hesitated.

Snoke chuckled and answered for him: "But it's beautiful but not real."

"There is no perfect world, Troy, you must know that the race advances through friction and the world develops in turmoil. Disasters not only bring suffering, but also the reflection and progress of the world. After this war with the dwarves, What are you thinking about now?"

"..." Troy pursed his lips slightly, and said, "Weapon."

"I can think of this, it's quite an improvement, Troy. The weapon of the national race is an important support for it to successfully stand in the world forest." Snoke narrowed his eyes, "The energy of magic elements is decreasing year by year, Izzy's handwriting It records the magical element induction in different regions and different years when he explored all over the world."

"In the end, he concluded—maybe in another thousand years, magic will only exist in the hands of fewer people. The elements will diminish, the energy will fade, and the area of ​​​​the elemental forest will shrink. There will be no magicians in the future. Troy, if there are no magicians exist, then new weapons, new tools come when they should."

"In the battle with the dwarves, we saw new weapons, that kind of cannon, and the shotgun modified after enchanting. With such powerful power in the exploration stage, it must be the decisive weapon in the world in the future era."

Troy took his words and said, "So—"

He looked directly at Snoke's red pupils: "We need to reform weapons."

"War is bad, Troy, but sometimes we have to fight."

"...I understand, Snoke."

"However, I'm quite surprised," the red-haired boy suddenly approached him, with the corners of his lips curled up, as if curious, "You used to be passionate about battles, why do you hate them so much now?"

As soon as this question came out, Troy looked at him calmly and said, "Ask knowingly."

"Huh?" The red-haired boy blinked.

Troy said: "I'm bored, let's talk to you."

"In the previous three lives, I have been annoyed by the war with you in every life, both annoyed and afraid."

"..."

"That's why I don't like war now." After Troy finished speaking, he picked up the kettle beside him and took a sip, wiped the water from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, got up and left.

Snoke leaned against the wall and didn't move, but after Troy left, a trace of helplessness and bitterness suddenly flashed across the handsome face of the red-haired boy.

The death of Troy in the first three lives was indeed tragic.

Especially the last time he was crucified on a boulder and hanged with magic. He didn't stop breathing until the first light of dawn appeared the next day and the blood flowed clean.

"Are you blaming me for something I did before?"

The red-haired boy caught up with Troy and asked softly.

Troy stopped and replied indifferently: "No."

"That's what I deserve, Snoke, I understand, everything started because of me. What about you? Blame my previous targeting and abuse?"

Snook smiled and said: "I said, I used to hate you so much that I couldn't sleep at night, but now, you know my heart."

"Of course, introspection and reflection don't mean you can't have any anger." The red-haired boy pulled out the long sword from Troy's waist and said with a smile: "I don't regret fighting with you before, and I don't regret killing you three times. After all, I I have never regretted all the revenge on you after being hurt by you."

"But I'm willing to take all your anger now, Troy, I love you, I'm a complete failure, so you can take your sword and stab me in the heart, just like I once did, find a broken wall to nail me to, Let the blood flow slowly until you are completely dead."

His voice is low and hoarse—"I love you, I can accept all the physical harm you do to me, and I can also mentally, but don't overdo it, for me, your words hurt more than the physical pain. "

The young man spoke piously and earnestly, with a smile on his face, as if he didn't care about everything he was going to suffer.

So snooker is really a lunatic.

In order to get revenge, he can do anything, crazy and terrifying.

In order to pursue love can also be so extreme, at all costs.

Troy held the hilt of the sword, and some unknown emotions appeared in the blue pupils.

His hands trembled slightly, as if he was astonished by the frankness and fanaticism of the young man in front of him, and also afraid of his fiery paranoia.

A sentence popped up in my heart - "ctm is really sick!"

Snooker is sick! !

ill! ! !

madman! !

Get lost! !

"Who wants to stab you! Stay away from me!" He suddenly roared, turning around with his sword in fear, "Everything you want to do now is useless! Snooker! I like women! Even if it is no longer Katerina , does not mean that I will not meet a girl who makes my heart beat in the future! So you give up! Give up! We will never be able to!!"

It's annoying, it's annoying! !

It's not that he didn't think about refusing as calmly as in the palace ball before, but now, Troy finds that it is really difficult for him to be calm and indifferent when facing snooker's love.

He used anger to hide and cover his flustered heart, as if he could avoid his real mood by doing so.

A sentence suddenly appeared in my mind - "You are afraid of being tempted by me."

That's what Snooker used to say by the pool.

Scared.

Indeed.

The boy kept admonishing himself——women, he likes women.

If you like women, you will be afraid of being spotted by men! !

Troy gritted his teeth. He didn't dare to look back at Snoke's face. His heart was beating so fast that he was about to fly out. It was strange to say that the fear of being nailed to the boulder, now that he thought about it, seemed to be like air. He no longer has any fear.

Maybe it's because there are things that scare him even more now, so the memories of the past will become more painless.

but! !mom!of!

He would rather be in the shadow of death forever!I don't want anything more scary now!

so annoying!

It's so annoying! !

The young man walked directly from the south gate to the north gate in one breath.

Agnes, Captain Kirkmaidy and many knight magicians are cleaning up the mess.

Some young nurse girls were helping to take care of the wounded. Looking at them, the boy pursed his lips, and suddenly realized that maybe, he should also try to get in touch with more girls.

Of course, contact is contact. Troy just wants to get along with them for a short time, just to feel his own heart. If he really pretends to be intimate with a girl he doesn't like to make Snoke give up, it's too much for the girl and himself. It's not fair anymore.

Troy let out a long sigh, and the sound of Snoke's leisurely footsteps came from behind him.

The young man followed slowly, Troy also calmed down a lot, turned his head to look at him, and did not speak.

At this time, the news of the king's awakening came from the palace. Saint Agnes and the paladins stayed here to deal with the follow-up matters, while Kirk and Troy went back first.

Leave the emotional matters behind, and now they have more important things to solve.

There are still many dwarves in the land of dwarves, and this time the attack did not dispatch all of them.

"After seeing my father, I want to go to the land of dwarves." Troy broke the silence on the teleportation array, and said calmly: "I need to find a way to undo my father's curse."

Snoke shook his head: "There is no way, Troy, there is no solution to this curse."

Troy looked at him with firm eyes, "Even so, I want to try."

"Undo the curse, and then?" Snoke asked him: "The current king has great ambitions to open up the territory of Aurora. Do you think that after the curse is untied, you can persuade the king to stop everything?"

The red-haired boy narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't forget. During the dispute, he slapped you."

"..."

"But he is my father, Snoke." Troy said quietly: "He wants to pave the way for me."

——Even if that road is not what I want to walk.

Snooker was noncommittal.

Finally, the red-haired boy said: "You are going to the land of dwarves, I will be with you."

"No," Troy refused without thinking, "Aurora can live without me, but not without you. Now the people trust you and look forward to you. If you leave without a word with me, the people will panic."

"Panic? Not necessarily." Snoke sneered, "The three years when I left Aurora and stationed in Learley, didn't human beings have a good life?"

"That's because they know you're guarding in Lilley." Troy said, "Although your roommate Angus misses you, thinking about you being guarded outside gives him a sense of security."

"So what about you? Troy," Snoke asked suddenly, "Did you miss me after I left?"

The blond boy paused slightly, flustered for a moment, and immediately said: "No, I never missed you."

"..."

Snoke chuckled and nodded: "Okay."

He smiled and sighed, "I'm being self-indulgent. I miss you every day in Lilley. If it's not that I can't come back, I really want to press you against the wall and kiss you to my heart's content."

"..."

Troy turned his head and quickly glanced at Kirk and the many soldiers.

They were some distance away from the two.

Should not have heard.

The blond boy blushed, lowered his voice and roared angrily, "Be careful what you say in front of others! You bastard!"

"..." Snoke raised his eyebrows suddenly, lowered his voice, leaned close to Troy's ear, exhaled, and said in a low magnetic voice, "Troy, to be honest, with you like this, I really feel that we are actually - cheating."