Atalante thought things were different.
At first, she thought she had seen everything clearly. The mage imprisoned the goblins, used them for magic experiments, and even created a distorted existence like Denia. It''s simple, isn''t it? The city of ten thousand dharmas, at least the mages of the school of life, do not respect life as they show, or their respect means giving full play to each life for their research.
Such behavior may be debatable in cheese, but atta will never forgive it. She doesn''t think it is a process of sacrificing what for what, so she stood on the side of the goblins and fought for them.
But as another goblin in the crypt cheered and shouted to fight under her encouragement, the female swordsman''s eyes were dull for a second. What is she doing? Or what does she really want to do? Can she defeat the mages with these goblins? What happens when you''re defeated? Kill them all?
So, what''s the difference from before? Or run away with these goblins? Can they escape? Where can they escape? Here and this mountain are the territory of the city of ten thousand dharmas. There are more mages here than she has seen in her life.
Yes, goblins can resist magic, but they are not invincible.
What if these mages start using iron to attack them? Mages must know the weakness of goblins, because it is almost an open secret. If the battle enters that stage, the two sides will fight unreservedly. They would rather die than be buried with an enemy, as if they were going to completely destroy each other. What are the consequences of that fight?
An inexplicable chill came from behind, which made the female swordsman instinctively want to call her companion''s name. But no one was by her side. Keiras was not there, cheese was not there, sword seven was not even youni.
No company, no family. She felt flustered. Although her reason told her that every goblin in front of her was her companion, it was different. After traveling all the way, the origin was different from this. What should she do? Can anyone give her advice?
"Madam, we have visited most of the caves and the last two. Those stupid humans are still cleaning up the fake caves I used to disguise. We can rest slowly." The Crypt Lord umala whispered to Atta and said to her.
From him, I can''t feel the pride at the beginning. If a person''s momentum and words can convince others, that person''s behavior can be truly admired.
"Umara, what is our goal?" Atta whispered to himself, but at this distance, the Crypt Lord heard the content clearly.
Umala shook her plump body and said in a serious tone that was incompatible with her appearance, "it''s to liberate all her fellow races and get out of here, madam. This is our only way out."
"The only way out?" The female swordsman looked down at the vlaklag in her hand. This is the sword of the goblin king and the sword of the three. If it can give full play to its real power, it may really let her kill a path here.
And she could feel the war in the scabbard. It was shouting to fight for the goblins and the holy oak. It was thirsting for the blood of the enemy of the oak throne.
This seems to be the right way to fight and pursue, even if it''s all over the place. But the man who had traveled with the grey robe told her that there would be no winner in the battle. She saw many people fighting in various names on the grassland. They had lofty ideals and loyalty and were warriors bred in that heaven and earth.
They fight, they bleed, they cheer. They... They... Something''s wrong.
Why, the focus of this matter has become fighting? Why do these people always want to fight something to prove themselves? Their glory, their victory, clearly can''t bring any dead back to life.
What is the essence of fighting? It''s a last resort to survival, isn''t it? If so, fighting is not necessary, or tragic bloody conflict is not necessary. Because things haven''t come to that point, there''s still room.
Yes, there is room.
Fighting and killing are not goals, nor should they be goals. The goal is always survival.
Atalanta, think about what you can do to survive. Yes, the sword is roaring. It says that as long as it is pulled out, it will defeat the enemy for you. But so what? There are few friends in the world, but if you want, everyone will be your enemy. Can it clean up for you? What happens after cleaning up? To rule a world of ashes and silence?
No, by no means. Death is not worth pursuing. Living is. Living is room, living always has room, you can''t let them go to this room.
"Umara, if, I mean if, can you get a way out of this lawn from the ground? As long as it can lead to the outside of this building area, can you do it?"
"Madam, I don''t understand. Do we need this channel? Because it will take a lot of time, and if we can break through from the front, we can leave here calmly..."
"Then welcome more human beings. This is their city, my dear maoqiu friend. Even if we can take one as ten, frontal combat is still the option with the greatest loss." Atta made her voice as peaceful as possible to prevent umala from mistaking her words for timid speeches.
This is also the lesson she learned in the grassland. Don''t let people feel that you are afraid, it will make your words lose all meaning.
"That choice is glorious. I understand your concerns, my lady. But bleeding is necessary. We are locked up here and tortured by them. We are happy to accept such bleeding because it keeps us alive."
"No, it didn''t let you live, it let you die. Living is a more difficult road, patience and acceptance, not outbreak and disregard. Survival means compromising with the environment, the enemy, everything, magnifying yourself and lighting your eyes with hatred. What you see is only a flame, which will devour people." Atta''s voice, more and more firm.
"Flames will devour people. That''s the characteristic of fire. If we don''t fight, we are also violating our own characteristics. They hurt us. We have to retaliate and let them know the pain and fear. That can solve the problem and let us and our compatriots no longer encounter such things in the future." The voice of the Crypt Lord is also firm.
"There are many ways to stop them from hurting us. Violence is not superior. We need force to protect our most basic interests, but we shouldn''t use force to ask for more. Otherwise, what we get is not respect, but fear. Do you know what happens to the Jackal who is afraid of the lion after the lion is injured? They will eat it. We don''t know Can hold the sword all the time. "
"We don''t need to hold the sword all the time, madam. We just need to let them know the pain this time."
Atta got up slowly and turned to look at Umara. "Pain can''t make people understand each other. Pain will only make us continue to be forced to perform in this funny play of biting each other. We must find other ways."
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