This lich needs more money

Silver Moon Knight and Allen stood outside the wounded barracks, listening to the conversation between the two brothers inside.

Although the previous siege battles were short, there were still casualties. Magical cannons are not just for good looks. Even the oldest model can still penetrate several armored warriors with one shot.

This wounded soldier was very unlucky. One of his right legs was amputated by shrapnel from an artillery shell. Although he saved his life, the leg remained outside Ganlu City forever. But he was also lucky among misfortunes. Several Lane warriors who were also hit by magic cannons could not even preserve their intact bodies.

The priest accompanying the army needed to save his magic power and did not dare to use magic to regenerate his severed limbs. He could only wait until he was sent back to the country after the war for treatment.

Being wounded on the battlefield is a great honor for many Llanes, and is the best proof of their devotion to the Lord of the Morning. But the wounded soldier's younger brother was so frightened by the tragic wound that he actually told his brother that he no longer wanted to go to the battlefield.

As a result, he was slapped hard on the face by his brother. Such a coward was simply a disgrace to the family.

"Brother, I can serve as an auxiliary soldier. I am willing to give up all my inheritance rights. All the property I get in the future can be donated to the army. But I don't want to go to the battlefield again. I can't even hold a sword steady. I really don't dare. "

There were bright red palm prints on the young man's face, and his eyes were full of tears. Thinking of the tragic scene where blood and flesh were scattered everywhere when the magic cannon was blasted, the young man shivered with fear.

Not everyone is brave in the face of death.

Allen remembered that when he was captured, he actually felt a little scared and weak in his heart. Although he got over it in the end, he did not give in to the lich and did not do anything against the Holy Light. But Allen couldn't deny the weakness in his heart. This was human nature. Just comfort him and let him regain his courage.

However, the wounded man didn't think so.

Just hearing the sound of the sword being unsheathed, the wounded man roared loudly at his brother: "Coward, if you want to be a deserter, I will kill you first! I will not allow you to ruin the family's reputation, and I will not allow you to tarnish the saints." Light!"

Allen was about to rush into the wounded barracks to stop this tragedy, but he didn't expect the Silver Moon Knight to be faster than him.

By the time Allen rushed into the wounded barracks, the Silver Moon Knight had already grabbed the long sword rippling with holy light.

The Silver Moon Knight kept coughing, and his face became more and more gloomy. He was already very exhausted, but with the excitement just now, the Silver Moon Knight became even weaker.

Allen quickly came to him and cast a vitality spell on him to add some energy to him.

The Silver Moon Knight finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to the trembling young man: "Report to the Auxiliary Corps. After this war is over, retire and go home."

The young man seemed to have not yet reacted. When he heard what the Silver Moon Knight said, his first reaction was to kneel on the ground and said in horror: "General, I was wrong, I just... I just... I didn't mean to betray. Holy light!"

The Silver Moon Knight just said calmly: "I won't say it a second time. This is an order and no one can disobey it."

After saying this, the Silver Moon Knight glanced at the wounded barracks. There were more than a dozen wounded soldiers with missing arms and legs lying inside. Every one of them looked at him with eyes full of fanaticism.

These are the same people who just watched the wounded soldier's brother want to kill his own brother. They were indifferent, as if they thought it was natural.

The Silver Moon Knight didn't say anything, but said to Allen: "Let's go back."

Allen quickly followed the Silver Moon Knight and left the wounded barracks.

Along the way, the Silver Moon Knight didn't speak anymore, only his coughing became more and more severe and his breath became weaker and weaker.

Allen was thoughtful. He always felt that there was something wrong with what he saw today, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

A young man who had just entered the battlefield was frightened by the scene of blood and flesh. Is it serious enough to die to wash away this shame?

The Silver Moon Knight who just lay down suddenly broke the silence and asked: "Alan, what do you think of what just happened?"

Allen quickly replied: "The elder brother is too strict. This level will not cost his life, just comfort him well. I believe that if you give him some time, he will be able to regain his courage and become a qualified person." warrior."

The Silver Moon Knight then asked: "What if he can't do it? Will he die?"

Allen was silent for a moment, and then said: "Then he can't say it at this time. His cowardice will affect the morale of others."

Silver Moon Knight then asked: "Will the soldiers who were influenced by him also die?"

Allen was silent for a moment, and then said: "This...isn't it?"

Silver Moon Knight chuckled.

"The soldiers who became cowardly under his influence should not die, so how can the young man who was frightened by the battlefield die? He did not shrink back on the battlefield, but only started to be afraid when he came down from the battlefield. Do we even have the right to be afraid? Are they all going to be deprived?”

Allen felt something was wrong. Even though he was facing the Silver Moon Knight, the most noble paladin in the empire, he still retorted: "But we are at war, general. Sometimes war is like this. We have to ensure victory, not because It's a pity that they don't take military discipline seriously, so how can we fight in the future?"

The Silver Moon Knight did not refute, but asked Allen a few questions: "Are we first believers in the Lord of the Dawn, or first as a soldier. According to the teachings we usually abide by, this child's sin is not worthy of death. But Didn’t you notice that everyone else in the wounded barracks has acquiesced to this kind of honor killing? In their opinion, there is no problem for the elder brother to kill the younger brother."

"Perhaps, because this is a war period? It is understandable that it is more strict." Allen said hesitantly.

The Silver Moon Knight shook his head and said: "If our doctrine can be compromised because of war, then we can compromise for ten thousand reasons in the future. If everyone can find a reason for such a compromise, our faith is still pious. Does our teaching still have any meaning?"

Allen opened his mouth, unable to answer.

Probably because he said too much, the Silver Moon Knight coughed violently again, and had no strength to talk to Allen anymore. He waved his hand and let the young man leave.

"Don't stay here. Go for a walk and think carefully."

Allen walked out of the camp, confusion on his face.

Allen was not much older than the cowardly young man. It was not his first time on the battlefield, but it was his first time to witness the conflict between doctrine and reality.

And Allen is still a paladin who swears an oath of devotion. He cannot deceive others, let alone himself. He cannot have a flexible moral bottom line like the Black Knight. He must treat everyone and everything fairly and justly, otherwise He will completely lose all power.

He told Allen in his heart that the words of the Silver Moon Knight were correct. Executing a timid young man was not in line with the teachings they believed in.

The Lord of the Dawn will not force others to make sacrifices and sacrifices. How is that any different from the Evil God?

Allen vaguely felt something was wrong, because there were not a few similar honor killings. Since Allen could remember, he had heard of no less than ten similar executions. What about the ones he hadn't heard of?

Why would the Empire allow this behavior to exist?

Why did his father, as the supreme judge, acquiesce to this cruel behavior?

Those so-called sinners who blasphemed the gods and betrayed the holy light, did they really commit a capital crime?

These questions made Allen breathless. He could only keep telling himself that now was not the time to think about this problem. He needed to focus on this battle.

Allen simply took over the patrol work and wandered around the camp alone, thinking that if there was another honor killing, he could take action in time to save the person.

However, after Allen walked around for two or three hours, he didn't see any honor killings. Instead, he heard strange sounds.

Following the sound, I saw a Ryan soldier whose throat had been slit, lying on the ground twitching.

Allen was startled and quickly used healing skills to help heal his wounds.

Although Allen treated him in time and allowed the soldier to save his life, Allen looked in the direction where the soldier was pointing and saw several soldiers whose throats were also cut. Their blood has almost dried up and their bodies have stopped moving.

Without any hesitation, Allen drew out his sword and slashed a ray of holy light into the sky.

The energy flew into the air and exploded with a loud noise, which was an alarm of enemy attack.

Lane's military camp immediately became operational, but the assassinations in the camp did not stop. Instead, they became more intense due to the exposure.

Violent explosions sounded, and several camps turned into seas of flames.

The cry of killing was everywhere, and for a while, no one knew how many lurking enemies appeared.

Allen anxiously went to protect the Silver Moon Knight, but met a transparent figure halfway. This man's invisibility was not very good, and he still had a blurry outline when he moved.

Allen quickly swung the Holy Slash at the man, and the long sword passed through, cutting off one of the man's arms.

What was revealed was an orc with fiery red skin. The orc who had one arm cut off was still brave and used his remaining hand to throw a dagger at Allen.

Allen quickly knocked away the dagger with his long sword, and then continued the pursuit.

After finally killing the orc, Allen saw a panicked figure, it was the frightened young man who wanted to become a deserter.

The young man ran around in a panic and was knocked to the ground by a dwarf who suddenly jumped out. By the time he was about to struggle to get up, there were already several bloody holes in his body.

The heart, throat, liver...all the vital organs of the human body were stabbed.

By the time Allen arrived, the dwarf had gone somewhere.

Allen walked to the boy's side and wanted to save him. However, his healing skills could not heal such a serious wound at all, and he could only watch him die completely.

When he stood up again, Allen's body was stained red with blood, but his eyes were redder than the blood. He held the sword tightly and rushed towards the most intense battle.