Chapter 510
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The Water of Life continued to flow towards the entire territory of Shurima. The water that had spread for thousands of years not only washed away a certain priest who wanted to find Li Ke to a strange place, but also injected new vitality into this country that could be said to be dead.
"Enough! This well is ours! "
A muscular man pulled out his sword and pointed it at another villager.
"Ah, of course we know that, Arlet. But we have no choice. Without water, our tribe can't survive. So, either you share the water with us, or we take it ourselves."
The man who was confronting him with a long spear shook his head helplessly and pointed his spear at the other party.
"In your dreams! Bonar! "
Arlet roared angrily. The water in their village was already very scarce. It wasn't enough for them, so how could they share it with others? This was simply an unsolvable problem. Although the other party's leader was his childhood friend and his daughter's father-in-law, there was no possibility of friendship at all. Everyone had to abandon everything and speak with strength in order to survive.
"Then there's no other way. We also want to live."
Bona sighed again. He knew that it was not good to do this, and it would also break his family apart. But what else could he do? He took out the heads of his son and daughter-in-law and threw them in front of Arlet. The people behind him also threw the heads in their hands, causing the other party's formation to shake and howl. As for why he killed his son, it was naturally because he and his wife had a very good relationship. They were very loving. He could only express his position. Moreover, he knew very well that his married daughter and Arlette's son would not survive either.
And the fact was indeed as he thought. Arlet silently threw out the heads of his daughter and his son. The heads of his relatives who lived in their village also appeared in the middle of the battlefield.
The two villages had lost one-third of their people before the battle even started. And this was only because the battle between the gods had caused the water to change. But they also knew that even if the gods didn't cause the water to be cut off, the water in their village wouldn't last for long. This was something that would happen sooner or later. If it wasn't the next generation, it would be the next generation. They would still have to face this problem.
"Kill! For our blood relatives! "
"Kill those bastards! Avenge our loved ones! "
Because of these heads, the two tribes had nothing to say to each other. They shouted and clashed with pitchforks, swords, and spears. As for Arlette and Bonar, because they were the leaders, everyone left the center of the battlefield to them. This allowed these two brothers, who were close friends when they were young, to fight each other!
"My daughter is pregnant with your grandson! The witch's prophecy said that he would be a powerful leader! "
The weathered Bonar roared at Arlait angrily.
"My daughter is pregnant with the beautiful girl in the prophecy! I still remember the prophecy of that time! Her eyes will be as bright as the morning star's dewdrops! "
Arlette also roared out angrily.
The two brothers who had learned at the same time and fought side by side for more than ten years broke out in a fierce battle. But they knew each other too well. So when Bonar's sword pierced Arlet's heart, his heart was inevitably pierced by Arlet's spear. Both of them supported each other as they collapsed on the battlefield. At this moment, both of them finally saw the tattered tribe between them. Their respective tribes had suffered heavy casualties, but to their relief, the remaining water was enough for them to use.
However, just as they were about to fall into darkness, the Water of Life from the sun disk rushed through the dry river of the two villages with a large amount of sand. The sound of the water and the roar of the water made the two people who were fighting to the death for the water source stunned. They stared blankly at the endless Water of Life and listened to the sound of the waves that seemed to be mocking them.
"We've lost too much … Bonar."
"Yes … But we've long run out of patience … We still have a choice …"
The two best friends who had been entangled with each other for a lifetime said their last words to each other and fell to the ground one after another. Next to their corpses were the people who were equally stunned and found that everything was meaningless. They couldn't believe that if they had started the battle a second later, they wouldn't have had to kill their loved ones with their own hands and fight to the death with their own brothers and friends.
But who could have expected such a thing? If there wasn't this endless river, their choice in this desert would be very normal because they never had a choice. In order for their tribes to survive, they had to do this. Drought and poverty had long deprived them of the right to make a choice and their patience to wait.
But now, with the appearance of the water of life on this dry land nearly ten years earlier, these choices, these patience, could finally return to their hands. And it was ten years earlier.
However, along with these hopes and choices came the judgment from the ancient Emperor.
"Anyone who uses slaves, uses power to bully civilians, executes forced conscription, wantonly kills civilians, plunders the property of others, and betrays justice."
Nasus looked at the city wall that was on the verge of collapsing under the sand soldiers' attacks and raised his hand high. In front of him were a group of rulers and nobles from the previous city. Their executioners were the servants who were ordered around by them, the commoners and soldiers who were forcibly conscripted by them, as well as some disabled women and mentally unstable people.
They were summoned by Azir's order to kill those who had oppressed them. And Nasus was the Judge, a witness to all of this.
"Yes, Emperor! Kill! "
Along with his judgment, heads of nobles fell to the ground one after another. The nobles on the city walls urged the soldiers even more, hoping that they would work harder to defend the city walls and protect the high and mighty people like them. But when one of the nobles struck the back of the soldier whose wife he had killed, the soldier's eyes fell into a struggle as he gazed at the endless, fearless sand soldiers and the ancient deity, Nasus, who was standing below the city gate. He recalled the sudden appearance of the water flow and chanted the name of his underage son in his heart. He turned around, plunged his sword into his commanding officer's chest, and roared at the other soldiers.
"For Azir!"
This was Shurima's change. It was brought forward by ten years and resolved all future worries.
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