Dust of History Chapter 86: The Power of Weakness (Part 2)

There is no need for Talis to worry about the occupation and cleansing of the desert tribe, and she doesn't want to worry about it either.

In the past, no matter how serious the injury was or how tired the body was, she would make sure that everything was carried out according to her wishes. When occupying a pagan village, several swordsmen intended to molest the women in the village, and she burned those swordsmen on the spot. But it didn't take long to find that the people in that village were unwilling to give up their original beliefs until they died. Instead, they believed that these church troops were evil devils, and then she burned the entire village. At that time, I thought it was justified to do so, and the noble sense of justice would not allow the slightest blasphemy and offense. Thinking about it now, it seems a little childish and ridiculous.

Maybe the women and children of those tribes will also resist, leading to some unnecessary massacres, and maybe the officer in charge of the occupation will have some outrageous actions. Although it is still impossible for her to agree with these behaviors, she is no longer so serious. I just said to the templar in charge of the occupation work: "Don't go too far, treat children and women well."

It's not that I'm numb, but that I don't have the energy and strength to be serious. The things that weighed on her body and heart were already too heavy, so heavy that she didn't want to take care of these things any more. But that's not the only reason. Not only did she lose her energy and strength in her heart, but also her body. She was seriously injured.

"Knight Talis, because you are here, the war against the desert tribe has gone much smoother than expected...but you don't have to make yourself like this." The priest who helped her bandage and heal She was a half-century-old woman who had spent most of her life in the army, and she seemed to have the kindness and kindness that only an old doctor could have. Looking at the wound on her body, she sighed and said while bandaging.

It is very well-proportioned, but its fitness is not limited to strong, but more smooth lines. This is a beautiful body. Even though they are both female, Priestess can still feel that the body of this Lord Temple Knight is indeed very good-looking. So now it looks even more eye-catching, the originally white and jade-like body is now full of bruises and deformed horror marks. Flesh and flesh rolled up, and these were all damage caused by the shining armor.

If she wasn't wearing the armor that is said to have the highest defense in the mainland, every blow like this would be fatal. But even so, her fighting method is still no different from desperately fighting.

"If you hid a little slower at that time, your neck would have been determined, and here, if the rib was broken, it would be a little more left, and the direction of the broken bone would be deeper inward, and it would be inserted next to the heart. Even if the white magic on the Glorious Armor prevents you from dying on the spot, you will definitely lose your fighting power, and that is among thousands of troops... meritorious deeds are important, but you don't have to work so hard, right?"

Talis did not speak. It wasn't the first time someone had spoken to her these days. From Celeste to this front line, she always rushed to the front in every battle, always made the greatest battle exploits, and always suffered the heaviest injuries.

Even the bravest and most experienced warriors in the army have to completely admire the bravery of this female temple knight. No one dared to underestimate her identity as a woman anymore. Her behavior on the battlefield is not at all like a woman, not even a person. Whenever she saw her expressionless face, covered in blood and scars, carrying the head of the enemy leader back, every swordsman who claimed to be a warrior would feel a chill down his spine.

However, no one knows that the purpose of her desperation is not for meritorious service or anything else, but for her desperation.

When she was interspersed with swords and her life was hanging by a thread countless times, she didn't feel any terror at all. She also deliberately pursued the most risky and therefore most efficient method of fighting. Many times, a vague and inexplicable thought floated in her mind: Maybe it would be better to just die like this.

"What's wrong with your hand? Taliss Knight? It looks like it was cut off by a sharp weapon, and it was cut off not long ago. With your worth, you can invite several cardinals to join hands. It should be Can..."

"I tried it, but I can't connect." Talis replied lightly.

The broken hands of Asa's resistance were broken in the Glory Castle. There are priests who are proficient in white magic everywhere, and there are several cardinals. Although it can't compare with the exquisite body magic of Di Yagu's necromancers, it should not be difficult to connect a hand that has just been broken. But beyond everyone's expectations, no matter how hard you try, how white magic is. Even if other wounds on her body could be healed, there was nothing she could do to the hand cut off by this sword. The broken wrist seemed to have its own consciousness, repelling the other part that was once connected with flesh and blood.

"Oh?" Priestess was a little surprised, but the look of surprise didn't seem to be aimed at what Talis said, but looked at her face. The bandages and healing magic on her hand continued, but she stopped talking. After a while, she suddenly asked: "Why was it cut off?"

"It's just helping someone to block it."

"I see, the reason why I can't connect may be because it wasn't your hand...but your heart that was broken."

Talis had always been calm like a statue, and there were fluctuations on her face. He looked at Priestess.

The priestess just shrugged.

Suddenly a voice came from outside the tent: "Master Talis, there is a person who claims to be your sister who is asking to see you outside the barracks. She is a teenage girl who seems to be a magician."

"What?" Talis stood up abruptly. The two wounds on his body that had been bandaged and healed were immediately soaked with blood because of this action.

"Bring her here... you guys... stay away..." After a long while, Talis's voice came from the tent, obviously trembling, which made the soldiers outside the tent a little strange . He didn't know how the knight who cut off the enemy's head as calmly as a chicken's head could have such a voice.

"How did you get here?"

Ai Yimei's thin body was covered with a large and dirty adventurer's robe, and her immature and delicate face was full of weathered colors that were not commensurate with her age. There were only the two of them in the camp, and Talis tried her best to calm herself down, but she couldn't. She could feel that her voice and eyes were strange.

"I'm here to find you, sister." Ai Yimei's eyes were still so clear, looking directly at Talis. The sound is also very calm.

"Didn't Teacher Lancelot arrange for you to return to Erasia? Don't worry, the teacher has promised me..."

"I know. I know that it was my sister's plea, that Master Lancelot let me go. It is actually very unreasonable to let me, who knows too much, live. But Master Lancelot People really do this, I think it must be because of my sister."

"Then you should stay in Erasia well. After this period of time, you will go to the Tower of Fangs... What are you doing here looking for me? It's so dangerous here..."

This desert is far away from Erathia, and the road along the road is not peaceful during this war, and many places are still wild places where dangerous beasts and big-eared monsters appear. As for Ai Yimei, a girl can come here, the hardships and her amazing perseverance can be seen.

"I came to ask my sister something about you. I haven't seen you since that day. I went to Celeste to find you first, but you were not there. I only found out that you came to this place after inquiring, so I have been I'm chasing you."

"You... Actually, there are some things you don't need to know..." Talis was a little at a loss, and she didn't even dare to look directly into Ai Yimei's eyes anymore. She left Celeste and went here. There was quite a reason because she didn't want to, and she didn't dare to see Ai Yimei, but she knew that she would definitely come.

"No, I must know." Ai Yimei's voice was very weak, but also very firm.

"No, there's no need to say any more. I'll have someone take you back to Erasia tomorrow." Talis interrupted Aimei's words somewhat rudely, and stood up.

"Actually, even if you don't tell me, I still know something. You are going to kill Brother Asa, right?" Ai Yimei still maintained that weak voice. ask.

Talis immediately replied loudly, "He should have been killed! He is the most wanted criminal in the mainland, and the two most high-ranking cardinals were killed by him. He also helped those orcs...

Also... he is simply a despicable and evil guy, why shouldn't he be killed? "

"If he really deserves to die, then sister, why did you help him block the sword? And I beg Lord Lancelot not to embarrass him anymore?"

"That's because I went crazy at the time. Don't ask these questions again, okay?" Talis almost yelled.

"No, actually these are not what I want to ask, I can see it, I can feel it." Contrary to Talis' excitement, Ai Yimei appeared very calm, her tone and expression were weak and indifferent. But what came out of her mouth made Talis freeze in place, unable to move. Every word and every word penetrated into the depths of Talis's heart. "I know sister, you are so excited because you don't want Brother Asa to die, and you would even rather have your hand chopped off than him. You also like Brother Asa very much."

"But you made that choice in the end. I believe that sister, you must have a reason to choose that way. I just hope that you can tell me the reason. Then... is it with Brother Asa? Is that related to the hilt? And what about the power he said he owns?"

"How...how did you know?" Talis stared blankly at Ai Yimei.

"Just because I have been with Brother Asa for so long and know so many secrets about him. These are not difficult to guess. It's just that I don't know the details. I hope you can tell me, sister. I think I have the right to know ~IndoMTL.com~ because he is my big brother..." Ai Yimei took a deep breath. "And you are my sister...you are my only relatives. But you will all die for this reason. I know that Brother Asa is dead, and you will die too..."

Backing a few steps, Talis sat down slumped. Ai Yimei's words knocked into her heart one after another, and then pulled out the source of her excitement and anger. All that's left is a sour, bitter sense of emptiness. She looked down at the ground and murmured, "It's no longer a matter of who wants to die or not. No one can do anything, because he must die...I have to choose this way."

"Why? Why did you have to choose this way?"

"Because..." The word came to her lips, but Talis couldn't say it. This word, which she had been talking about before and regarded as Guibi's creed, suddenly couldn't say it.

It used to be faith, as the light of heaven that can judge everything from above, so you can speak out loudly without any scruples. But when it becomes a real responsibility, a real choice that is so heavy that it is almost impossible for people to bear, and it brings too much helplessness and bitterness, it can't be said.

It's not just worry that wants to talk, but most of the real things are like this. The more people can talk, the less they understand. What I understand is that Jiqing can't say it and doesn't want to say it.