Twin Cities: Hero Witness System

Targon —

The Rakkor are in a panic, a powerful enemy is destroying their homeland, but there is nothing they can do. The mighty Rahorak was like an ant in front of it. The only thing that could stop it was the Protoss that the Rakkor people believed in, but even the Protoss failed.

On that day, many of the Rakkor saw with their own eyes that the great Protoss died by the swords of the Darkin warriors,

Despair and helplessness spread among the Rakkor, but the Sun Cult claimed that there were still people who could help them.

Inheriting the will of the Dawning Protoss, the great Goddess of Dawning, she can also help the Rakkor people,

But, she disappeared—

Since that day, no one has seen the Goddess of Dawn, and even the most devout Lieyang Sect priests have not been able to see the spokesperson of the Protoss. Countless people have tried to climb Targon, search for Protoss, gain power, and stop the Darkborn Sword Demon. .

But if the power of the Protoss is so easy to obtain, how could only a few people have been born in the past ten thousand years?

From this day on, many Lakor people have been doubting one thing - do they really believe in God?

The Protoss never claimed to be gods, and some people once said that they were just a group of aliens, strange beings that did not belong to this world, but this person was regarded as a heretic and was burned alive by the Rakkor people. , but now it seems that he may be right.

God will have mercy on believers, God will help believers, God will... save helpless humans—

But Protoss won't.

"There is no **** on the top of the mountain, and there is no **** in the higher sky."

This sentence slowly appeared in the hearts of many Lakor people,

Their beliefs began to diverge, and the protoss turned a blind eye, causing a crack in the "roulette" called belief.

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In summer, under the giant mountain, which is covered with snow and ice all the year round, in a small farm, Yin Wula, who has worked hard to farm, wipes the sweat from her forehead and takes off her sunscreen gloves. She lowered her head and looked at the covered hands. Small wounds, calm complexion.

Yin Wula's face was full of numbness. She used to be a good-looking woman, but now, just a few short months later, Yin Wula seems to be a dozen years older.

She began to have white hair, and the whites of her eyes that were once good-looking and divine gradually became cloudy.

After a numb day's work, against the dusk, Yin Wula returned home.

An oil lamp lit up the house, and a wounded man squatted beside the stove. When he saw Yin Wula coming in, he quickly stood up.

"I'm sorry, Yin Wula, I baked the lake again."

Atreis coughed, and there was a huge scar on his chest. Just getting up, Atreis felt pain. His injury has not healed yet, but under the careful care of Yin Ula, Atreis His health has gradually improved.

He is no longer like he could only lie in bed two months ago, being cared for by Yin Wula, and now he can do some simple things.

After listening to Atres' words, Yin Wula just nodded numbly to Atres, then walked towards the stove on her own, bent down, and took out the scorched bread and placed it on a plate, during this period , Yin Wula said nothing.

Atreus didn't say anything about this. Ever since he woke up, Yin Ula in his eyes has become like this.

It was sudden, but Atreus knew why.

It was his fault that caused Yin Wula to become like this, it was all his fault.

Paras...

Yin Ula has always been the pride of Pylas. He will always tell Atres the merits of Yin Ula and the two luckiest things in his life. One is to recognize Atres as a good brother. , and the other is to marry the woman Yin Wula, but his luck ruined him.

Yin Wula's indifference to himself, Atris didn't even dare to give birth to grievances, he could only blame himself, blame himself for his incompetence, and blame himself for his rashness.

Atreus watched Yin Wula put dinner on the wooden table, and looked along the wooden table. In this farm house built of wood, there are many animal skin decorations hanging on the walls, but one of them is very special. , it was not a hunter's trophy after hunting, but a sword, a very sharp sword.

- That's Pylas' long sword.

Yin Wula hung it in the most conspicuous place. Every day, she would spend half an hour sitting on the stool staring at Pylas's relic in a daze.

Just like now, Yin Ula's lips were trembling, and she was saying something to the big sword, while Atris was quietly waiting for Yin Ula's prayer.

After the end, the two began to eat dinner. At the table, Atreus suddenly said to Yin Wula: "By the way, I'm almost fine now, Yin Wula, I can help you work."

"I can do some simple farm work. I'll go to the farm with you tomorrow?"

Yin Wula glanced at Atris and shook her head.

"You... shouldn't put your time on me. Atreus, when your injury heals, you should leave here."

After listening to Yin Wula's words, Atreus fell silent. He raised his head and looked at Yin Wula helplessly, and asked softly, "But where can I go now?"

"What does this have to do with me? Besides, do you think you should spend your time with me?"

Yin Wula rarely talked to Atres more often. She looked at Atres, and anger gradually appeared in her numb eyes. It was anger, and she continued:

"I know you're confessing to me, you feel guilty for taking my Pylas, yes Atreus, as you think, I do hate you, I hate you every day You! I hate that you took my Pylas to climb Targon, I hate that you didn't even bring back his body, you only brought me a sword!

A sword, Atreus!

You can still hug the corpse of Pylas, even if it's frozen, but what about me? I can only look at this sword now, and look at this sword and tell the pain in my heart!

Every day, Atreus, every day I curse you to die, every day I want to give up, I want to leave you alone, I want you to fend for yourself, I want to just throw you out and see with my own eyes Drag you away with a jackal and a wolf! But I know that if I do that, Paras will be angry, and when I go to see him, he will be angry with me, and he will blame me for not taking care of you. Pylas is such a man, he's a lousy bad guy!

You are his brother, Atreus, he will not hate you, but I will, I hate you!

But me, but what can I do? I can only endure my resentment towards you, I can only take care of you with all my heart, but how I wish you would die, but you, why did you survive so strong? why don't you die? Atris? Why don't you die! "

Yin Wula looked at Atreus angrily, her face flushed and her eyes widened.

Atreis lowered his head quietly, his heart was in great pain, Yin Wula's words cut his heart like a knife. This kind of pain made Atreis feel more uncomfortable than when he was about to die, but he could only Endure it, because he knows that Yin Wula is more uncomfortable than him.

Just like what Yin Wula said, now she only has Pylas's sword.

She had nothing left, and Atreus even thought, if it wasn't to take care of herself, would Yin Ula have committed suicide to find Pylas?

She was such a woman, and her love for Pylas was so fiery.

They are so good.

The nails were embedded in the palm of his hand, and Atreus bit his lip with all his strength. A rust smell came out of his mouth, and blood dripped on the back of his hand. He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

"You say you want to stay here now? What else do you want? Do you want me to take care of you for the rest of your life?"

"No, that's not what I meant, Yin Wula, we grew up together, you know what I mean, I just, I just want to make up for my fault. Yin Wula, I have nothing now, faith, clan, brother, I It's all gone. Let me stay here, Inula, I..."

"Snapped!"

Yin Wula got up, propped up the table with one hand, stretched her body forward, and slapped Atreus in the face with a hard slap.

Atres spit out a mouthful of blood on the side of his face.

"Snapped!"

With another slap, Yin Wula looked at Atreus angrily and shouted: "You have nothing left? You are Rahorak, you are a warrior!

Atreus, why do you think I endured nausea to save you and take care of you? Is it because of our previous friendship? fart! The day you took Pylas, our relationship was completely broken! Atreus, I saved you to fulfill the last wish of Pylas. His idiot always believed that you would become a great warrior and that you would protect the Rakkor tribe. He always believed in this! "

Yin Wula choked up, her eyes were red: "But you tell me now that you have nothing? You fucking! If I wasn't a woman, if, if I could carry a sword and go to the battlefield, then I would personally stop it That devil, I will go to the battlefield to stop the crazy Sun Cult, but I'm afraid, I can't do it! But what about you? He believes in you more than anyone, and he died for you to make you greater Man, for you to surpass all Rahorak!"

"Instead of making you look like a waste, ask me for help here!"

"Pylas..." Atreus murmured: "I can't do it, Yin Ula, I can't do it, I have failed Pylas' expectations, no one can stop Aatrox, I see it with my own eyes Witnessing Pantheon's death at his hands, even the mighty Protoss can't do anything about it, and I'm just a mortal, what can I do? I'm weak in Rahorak, and I can't stop the sect fight , I can't stop the fallen Ascended from killing my compatriots, Inura..."

"Forgive me, I'm a..."

Yin Wula no longer listens to Atreus' words, she thinks it's all nonsense!

Standing up, she walked to a wall, tiptoed to take down Yin Ula's long sword, she raised the sword angrily, facing Atreus, the tip of the sword reached Atreus' heart, the steel blade beaten by the scorching sun was just a piece. With the stroke, Atris's clothes were torn, and blood flowed from his chest. He stared at Yin Wula blankly.

"Do whatever you want, but you'll get me out of here tomorrow, I'm not going to be with a coward!"

"Let him destroy us, let the Protoss continue to control us, let the sect start a war, let them destroy all of this, anyway, we can't do anything! In front of them, human beings are so insignificant, In front of them, we can't even decide between life and death!"

Yin Wula retracted the sword tip, "I feel unwilling for Pylas, Atreus, he misread you!"

"And I, I also misread you, I thought you were just like your appearance, and what you have always done, I also believed in you, your unyielding, your hard work, let me also believe that you will Become a mighty warrior, but now, you are not as good as me!"

Yin Wula left with the long sword in her arms. She returned to her room, leaving Atreus alone in the same place.

At night, Atreus walked out of the farm house, and when he woke up, he realized that he had unknowingly walked into the farmland.

Fireflies in the distance and the stars and moon in the sky illuminate the surroundings.

The sky was full of stars, Atreus waited and looked at the sky, then he sat down.

He used to believe in these stars so much and was committed to being one of them, but now, he feels ashamed.

He had acquired Pantheon's memory, so he knew how the Protoss had always viewed humans, the Rakkores.

Protoss, never caring about their lives...

Even Yin Wula can see this clearly now, why is he still obsessed with it?

During this time, Yin Wula has been living in fear and grief. The barbarians driven by demons threatened Yin Wula's farm. The death of Pylas has made her emaciated, but she still works at sunrise to take care of herself.

"You're right, Yin Wula, I'm not as good as you... I'm really not as good as you."

Atreus suddenly felt a sore nose,

As he lay in the wheat field, the fresh wheat stinging his skin, he raised his stout arm, covered the face door, and shielded his eyes.

In his life, only his unyielding will was praised. He lost countless battles, but got up countless times. He never bleeds without tears. Even when Pylas died, he held back his tears. But now, Atreus was crying.

In the wheat field, Atris' choked voice sounded.

"Pylas believes in you more than anyone. He wants you to surpass all Rahorak and become the greatest warrior!"

"I hate you, Atreus, I hate you, why don't you die!"

"Okay, then let all this be destroyed. Anyway, we can't do anything. In front of them, we can't even decide between life and death!"

"I also believed in you..."

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In the early morning, Yin Wula got up as usual, and walked out of the room with a haggard face. She first hung a long sword on the wall. There were wet marks on the hilt, which were Yin Wula's tears.

Taking the farming utensils, Yin Wula carried the basket and was ready to go out.

But before going out, after hesitating for a moment, she still sighed, then put down all the tools, and after making a breakfast, she walked to the side room where Atres slept.

After knocking, Yin Wula pushed the room away.

But the room was empty-

Also disappeared were Atreus' scarred armor and a dull gun.