Chapter 55 Red Scale (Part )"Snapped!" The scroll fell from his hands. The scarlet signature is so eye-catching and so clear. Outside the Giant's Mouth Cave, the wind was still biting and the snow was falling heavily, causing the followers to shiver with cold, and their breath would emit white mist. However, the inside of the cave was still as warm as a furnace. But at this moment, Alger felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave and collapsed to the ground. His oath, his beliefs, his years of training and education, everything he had been pursuing, collapsed at this moment. He trained for combat day and night, working closely with the giant eagle, but ultimately became an accomplice in sacrificing his life. He swore allegiance to Duke Brad, but he didn't expect that the person who handed him the sword was his greatest enemy in his life. He received education from the instructors in his family, but ended up becoming a controlled lackey. He fought and sacrificed his life, but in the end he dedicated it to his greatest enemy in his life. It was like a tragic character in some operas.
——This is undoubtedly the most thorough denial and the most biting irony of his life. In the past, Alger was used to using hatred to cloud his thinking, so that he could carry out his missions recklessly without worrying about right or wrong. But when this last fig leaf was removed, all that was left in his heart were bloody wounds and endless regret. Alger knelt on the ground. The scene of the tragedy reappeared in front of him. There were burning buildings all around him. People were cheering and holding torches, following him and shouting slogans such as "drive out the devil" and "protect the citizens". The tiefling mother was unarmed, just holding her child tightly in her arms. She knelt in front of him with tears in her eyes and begged for mercy. And he also remembered what his mother said to him before she died - "Please, let my child live." But at that time, blinded by hatred, he swung down the Eagle Howling Silver Sword without hesitation. With a signature clear eagle cry, he brutally killed it. He killed mothers and children. He set fire to their settlement himself. What he did was no different from what the person he hated did, and he could even be said to be his accomplice. He is not an Avenger. Nor is he a fighter for justice. He was just an ignorant man who was taken advantage of by his enemies. An executioner who massacred civilians. A poor creature who doesn't know who he is. "sorry"
His voice trembled. It was unclear whether this apology was addressed to Medoraash or to the dead tieflings. There was no fluctuation in Medoraash's pure black eyes. He just stood with his hands behind his back, staring at him coldly. "Alger, it's too late." “All of this has already happened.” "And your apology means nothing to me and only makes me feel sick." Alger didn't raise his head, but responded with trembling body: "kill me." Medorash sneered and responded softly: "If I could decide whether you lived or died, you would have been tortured to death in the dungeon long ago." "But look at what you look like now. You really look like a lost dog. It's not bad to let you live in pain." This former holy warrior does not hesitate to use vicious words towards his enemies. Alger banged his head against the ground again and again. Blood was streaming down his forehead. He suddenly burst into tears, tears and blood mixed together, and his vision became blurred. He repeated again: "Please, kill me." Medorash looked at him coldly, then said: "You want to redeem yourself by being killed by me, don't you? A murderer being killed by the Avengers is a cliché." "You always take it for granted." "Just like you took it for granted that the bloody duke was a magnanimous and good man, putting the blame for the murder of your parents on us, just like you took it for granted that you massacred the garrisons of our people." Medorash walked forward, grabbed Alger's head and lifted it up. He leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Alger, your life and death are no longer in your control." "The only reason you are alive is that you are still useful to Lord Cassius." Alger was thrown heavily to the ground. After Medorash finished speaking, he stood aside and watched. This Tiefling Paladin was not consumed by the hatred in his heart. Now he only cared about how to keep his people alive. Alger's life or death was of no importance to him. Cassius looked down at Alger, with no trace of sympathy in his eyes. "I've already said that there's no need to deceive you. I just want you to witness the truth." "You should have known all this." Alger knelt on the ground, blood flowing down.
"I should have... known." He muttered to himself. The flowing blood seemed to sober him up. Alger finally regained his composure from his extreme collapse, and his eyes became clearer. He cannot die yet. He has not yet dealt with the culprit behind all this, has not yet truly avenged his parents, and has not yet completed his own redemption. Once you die, there is no chance of redemption. The face of Duke Brad Rackman appeared in his mind. The face looked to be in his fifties, pale, with two delicate tufts of mustache, and a pair of silver-framed glasses. The hair and pupils were pure black, with only a hint of scarlet occasionally showing through. He always spoke slowly and with a strong aristocratic accent, but it didn't sound deliberate. In the past, Alger would feel deep admiration and gratitude when he thought of this face. And now, there is only endless hatred in his heart. Thinking of this, Alger said in a deep voice: "I want to live and kill him." "Who?" There was a hint of amusement in Cassius's golden eyes, and he asked the question even though he knew the answer. "Brad Lackman." The familiar name came out of Alger's mouth, but this time he said it with extra firmness, with a certain kind of inevitable determination. "You can't do this alone." "..." Alger fell silent. After a long silence, as if after careful consideration, he finally slowly put his forehead close to the ground, not caring about the dust on the ground, his eyes were extremely determined. "Lord Cassius, I swear my loyalty to you." "I am willing to sacrifice my life for you. I am willing to be your most loyal servant and serve you with all my heart. I will be the dagger in your shadow, the hidden blade in your hand, and clear away all obstacles for you." "If you would only allow me..." "kill him." Kaixiu nodded slightly and said: "I don't need you to be a so-called death warrior, that's meaningless, I need you to help me do an experiment" (End of this chapter)
