Aida shook her head. Her eyes were fixed on Kaslan, as if she was looking for an answer.
She did not understand.
Kaslan did not make her wait for long.
"Many years ago …" the white-haired old man said slowly, answering Aida's doubts.
"I killed Sira Darkthunder at the Thirty-Eighth Sentry Ground, but he punched me in the left side of my chest." Kaslan stroked his left chest. With a complicated gaze, he looked at the machete beside him, then at the Soul Slayer Pike. He sighed and said, "I don't know how many ribs were broken … At that time, I was already wailing and waiting for death."
Aida's expression changed.
"At that time, a mad military doctor named Ramon and a dwarf craftsman with a very long name …
"With a little luck, some tricks, and some creativity that I don't know whether it was from a genius or a lunatic, they snatched me back from the hands of the ferryman in Hell's River." Kaslan laughed bitterly and knocked his chest.
* Clang! Clang! *
A strange sound came from his chest. It did not sound like a human tissue.
'This sound …'
Aida was stunned. Her eyes slowly widened.
Kaslan sighed and told the truth. "Those two guys used specially made metal to replace and straighten my poor ribs … God, that pain tormented me for a whole year."
There was a moment of silence between the two.
Then, after Aida recovered from her shock, she found her long-forgotten breath.
The elf's astonishment was written on her face. Her pupils slowly narrowed. "Metal … ribs? How did they do it? "
'Impossible.
'The human body is fragile. It's impossible for it to withstand the pain, be it controlling bleeding or dealing with broken bones …'
Kaslan inhaled in pain. His lungs were like broken bellows, emitting terrifying gusts of wind.
"I don't know … Cough, cough …" Kaslan coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood. "I heard from the mad military doctor that they used some forbidden methods …
"Anyway, after that, they were taken away by the people from the Secret Room and disappeared without a trace."
Aida closed her eyes and frowned fiercely.
"So …" She shook her head regretfully in cold sweat. "My machete had clearly cut into your chest, but it was stuck in those metals. “
"That's why I couldn't kill you just now."
Kaslan let out a desolate laugh.
"Yes."
"If you had used a narrower dagger or dagger, you would only need to pierce my blood vessels, and I would be dead."
"But you just had to use such an exaggerated curved machete." The old man shook his head, his eyes filled with subtle emotions.
Aida did not say a word. She lay on the ground, unable to move. She only exhaled helplessly.
"It was also because of that 'accident' that my lungs were severely injured. It's still torturing my breathing to this day. I don't know how much longer I can live." Kaslan breathed painfully and coughed up blood. "I won't be able to hold on for much longer if I fight for a few more minutes."
Aida's expression changed again. Her mouth formed an 'O' shape.
"What?" She endured the pain and tried to straighten her body. She widened her eyes in an exaggerated manner. "If I had known …"
Kaslan gave her a wry smile and nodded.
Aida did not seem to have any self-awareness as a loser. She exhaled regretfully and fell back to the ground with a thud. She looked aggrieved.
He.
Mom.
Yes.
If he had known earlier, he would have continued to drag it out.
Why did he have to put all his eggs in one basket?
"And your psionic ability really broadened my horizons." Kaslan patted his chest. After coughing for a while, he sneered. "Fortunately, when we met just now, I didn't think about this past. Otherwise, you would definitely be prepared …"
Aida looked as if she had nothing left to live for. She shook her head subconsciously.
"You're also very smart, little brat," she said listlessly. "You only left two thoughts in your mind: 'live' and 'kill him'. Then, you left everything to your instincts … so that my 'telepathy' could not read anything."
Kaslan's smile froze.
He lowered his head, his white hair fluttering behind his head.
"That's not smart," he said flatly. His eyes were dim and his tone was downcast.
Kaslan closed his eyes and said slowly, "In the cruelest battlefield, you will only have these two thoughts."
Aida raised her eyebrows.
"Is that so?" The elf seemed to be looking for something to ignore the sharp pain in her shoulder. She puffed up one side of her cheeks and exhaled out of boredom. Then, she said quietly, "Although you're young, only in your sixties, but … you seem to have a lot of battlefield experience."
"Battlefield?"
This time, Kaslan's voice was firm. "That's hell.
It's a boundless hell that turns normal people into monsters.
"There are only two types of people there.
"Dead people, and people who are about to die."
On the ground, Aida rolled her eyes.
Kaslan seemed to have improved a lot. He said in a low voice, "Thank you. Even though I don't remember it very clearly, that feeling just now … was like returning to those hells. I had to face four to five different and terrifying opponents in the blink of an eye.
"It forced out all of my potential once again."
Aida snorted softly.
'Four to five opponents?
He could even sense all of this.
Aida looked at the sky and asked weakly, "Wrath of the Sea, right?"
Kaslan's eyebrows twitched. He seemed a little surprised.
A few seconds later, the old man smiled faintly. "You've noticed. I always thought that my Power of Eradication was very hidden. When I was serving in the army, everyone thought that it was the Thawing of Glaciers."
Aida nodded listlessly. "Wrath of the Sea, a rare Power of Eradication. It increases your strength and speed very little, but it can give you extraordinary reflexes and allow you to deal with any unforeseen circumstances in an instant."
"Just like the sea." Kaslan sighed and said affirmatively, "No matter how terrifying the waves are, the sea will always be the same. It will not sway for ten thousand years."
Aida shrugged. But this movement affected the heavy injury on her right shoulder, causing her to grimace again.
"Although it's a little different, that brat Keira also has the same Power of Eradication." Aida panted and gritted her teeth. "I only remembered it when you swept that spear."
Kaslan's expression changed again.
"Prince Keira?" There was a hint of agitation and excitement in Kaslan's tone. "To be mentioned in the same breath as the legendary 'Enemy of the Wolves', what an honor."
But Aida only pulled a long face. Like a child who refused to admit defeat, she lay on the ground and shook her head desperately.
"Damn it. If I didn't recognize it, I wouldn't have decided to take the risk and cut him." She stopped shaking her head. With a pitiful expression, she said mournfully, "Exchanging injuries for lives and breaking out of a deadlock — this is the best way to face Keira and the Wrath of the Sea."
Kaslan smiled faintly and nodded slowly.
"As expected, the Sacred Elves who rose to power through war and slaughter are different from the conservative White Elves. Even if you give up your psionic abilities, you're still a terrifying warrior." Kaslan glanced at Aida and sighed. "After all, you're not a bunch of people who only know how to shoot arrows."
"I'll accept your compliment, brat." Aida exhaled in boredom.
The two of them were silent for a few seconds.
"And you actually know the 'Enemy of the Wolves' from a hundred years ago … The so-called immortals' experiences of hundreds and thousands of years are indeed no joke," Kaslan said slowly. "Instructor Aida, may I be so bold as to ask your age?"
"Age?" Aida's eyes widened. Her eyeballs darted around. "Wait, let me do the conversion …"
In that instant, Aida's gaze suddenly became profound.
"Age," she said flatly.
"I was born in the ninth century after the War of Dragon Slaying, the fourth century after the Battle of Survival, the day before the Tree of Eternal Life withered." Aida's tone became very deep, but there was a sense of steadiness in it.
"The same age as the Empire."
There was something else in her gaze, and it quietly settled down.
Kaslan was stunned. In that instant, the elf gave him the feeling of an innocent child suddenly becoming a mature adult.
"The War of Dragon Slaying?" Kaslan asked tentatively.
"The last large-scale war between the elves and the dragons," Aida said flatly. "Humans also participated in the war as the servants of the elves.
"And at the end of the war, the part where all of you fought against the ancient orcs was called the Holiness Exorcism Campaign."
Kaslan was suddenly shocked.
'The Holiness Exorcism Campaign, then isn't that …'
But in the next second, Aida shook her head.
"But I came of age very late." Her tone immediately softened, returning to her previous nonchalance. "It took me a total of one thousand and eight hundred years, and I only came of age on the eve of the Third Peninsular War."
Aida wailed in her heart and sighed.
'Unlike my elder sister — that freak who came of age three hours after she was born.
'Hmm, I can't let her know about this unspoken criticism.
'Forget, forget, quickly forget.'
Kaslan furrowed his brows.
'The same age as … the Ancient Empire?
'So, an elf over two thousand years old?
'Even counting from the time of adulthood, she's already more than three hundred years old.'
Kaslan quietly stared at the elf lying on the ground and sighed. "The supreme class of the elves, a monster built with time and experience."
"A loss is a loss." Aida snorted indifferently. "Besides, among those humans who lack experience and can only rely on reflexes and wits to make up for their disadvantages, you're considered very outstanding."
"You're just unlucky, that's all." Kaslan smiled amiably and tapped his chest.
"Yes, my luck was really bad.
"First, I met a warrior who could seal his consciousness and thoughts, which restrained my greatest advantage." Aida spread her hands and said with a helpless expression, "Then, he actually had a steel rib."
Kaslan laughed out loud. His laughter aggravated the old injury in his lungs, and the old man immediately coughed violently.
"Fighting with you … Cough, cough … is the honor of my later years." Kaslan's expression was pained. Amidst his heart-wrenching coughs, he grabbed his Soul Slayer Pike and said forcefully, "After retiring, being able to fight with Instructor Zakriel … is simply unimaginable."
Aida twitched the corner of her mouth.
In the next second, her expression changed.
Kaslan reached out and picked up the Soul Slayer Pike.
Aida's heart sank.
The old man let out a long sigh and turned the famous legendary anti-mystic weapon in his hand.
The pike's tip slowly aimed at the elf on the ground.
Looking at the black and ferocious pike blade, Aida's heart skipped a beat.
The elf bared her eight beautiful teeth and let out an ugly smile.
"I say, can we talk this over …"
It was unknown whether it was out of pain or frustration, but Aida was seen crying as she whispered to the owner of the Soul Slayer Pike, "Legendary anti-mystic weapons should not be abused, right …"
But in the next moment, Kaslan's action stunned her.
The old man smiled faintly, propped the pike on the ground, and slowly stood up.
Leaning on the pike for support, Kaslan turned around and stepped past Aida.
"I'm leaving, Instructor Aida."
He limped away, turned around, and said with a smile, "Take care."
Aida's expression froze.
"Huh?" Aida held her right shoulder, and a puzzled look appeared on her pained expression. "You're not going to kill me?
Nor are you going to capture me? "
Kaslan exhaled and shook his head with a smile.
"I've already achieved my goal of 'getting rid of that supreme class elite'," the tavern owner said with a sigh. "And you've already lost your ability to fight and can't affect the situation. That's enough."
Aida's eyes widened, then she heaved a sigh of relief.
She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes.
The next moment, the elf grinned.
"Is that so … Then will your boss agree?"
Hearing that, Kaslan could not help but be slightly stunned.
'What?'
He immediately smiled and said helplessly, "That's true. Since you've said so, it's not easy to explain …"
Kaslan pulled out the Soul Slayer Pike that was propped on the ground. "Then I'll do as you say …"
Aida's expression changed instantly.
"Hey, hey, hey, I was just saying …" Aida's face changed into a mournful expression in a second. "Look at me …"
Kaslan laughed out loud.
But after a few seconds, Kaslan's smile faded.
His expression slowly darkened, and his eyebrows were twisted in pain.
"What I'm doing is unforgivable."
Kaslan lowered his head and looked at the machete on the ground. His eyes were filled with complicated and profound emotions. His tone was heavy, and his words were desolate.
Aida's gaze froze slightly.
"But I can no longer turn back." Kaslan's gaze was dazed. He subconsciously whispered, "At least, at the last moment, I'll do some insignificant things to make up for it and comfort myself."
Aida stared at him in a daze.
Kaslan raised his head, supported himself on the Soul Slayer Pike, and left the messy street.
A few seconds later, Aida struggled to sit up. Her face was pale from the pain in her right shoulder, and she was drenched in cold sweat.
"Hey, brat." Looking at Kaslan's back, Aida hesitated for a moment, but she still panted and spat out a few words.
"We'll meet again someday."
Kaslan's back paused slightly.
With his back facing Aida, he suddenly laughed.
His laughter was long and desolate.
"No."
Kaslan said flatly without turning his head.
"Instructor Aida, I have a hunch." The old man raised his head and looked at Heroic Spirit Palace in the distance. His white hair fluttered in the wind, looking extremely messy. "I'm afraid that we …"
Kaslan sighed and shook his head.
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