Durin's Diary

Chapter 817 The only way forward
Zaigu was lighting a cigarette and did not notice what was happening in the car window at first, but when Rota yelled, Zaigu, who had been in the trench with him, threw away his lighter and started pulling out his gun.

When the gun went off, he had already pointed the gun at the driver's position, and the latter had no time to react before his skull was blasted open by the bullet.

Then Zaigu leaned against the car and pointed the gun at the stranger in the back seat. Before the stranger could pull the gun barrel out of Rota's hand, Zaigu shot him in the head.

Zaigu fired one more shot at each target, then put the gun on the hood of the car and reached out to pull out Rota.

His face was extremely pale, and he had gunshot wounds on his lower abdomen and legs, and the bleeding wouldn't stop.

"Go get the medical kit from my trunk!" Zaigu roared at his brother. "Take out the car key! Use it to drive!"

Laying Rota flat on the ground, Zaigu saw the wound he least wanted to see - Rota's lower abdomen and left thigh were all stained with blood.

Zaigu took out the dagger from his waist and cut open Rota's trouser leg. He saw dense wounds and his legs had no support, which was a sign that his leg bones were broken.

"How is the wound on your leg? It hurts so much, Zaigu. I, I can't see. I was clearly not shot in the head..." Rota whispered in pain. He grabbed Zaigu's hand and kept shaking.

Zaigu tried in vain to cover the wound, but it was completely futile. The arterial blood splashed rhythmically in the palm of his hand, overflowed in a pulse and flowed to the ground.

"Zaigu...how's my injury?" Rota stretched out his hand, trying in vain to feel his wound, which meant that he had lost sensation in his lower limbs.

Zaigu's brother brought some medical supplies, tore open the hemostatic powder packet, and poured it on the wound. But it was useless. The blood was still squeezed out of the wound by the pumping of the heartbeat, even washing away the powder.

Rota's brother, who had just reacted, hugged his head. His pupils were dilated as he tried in vain to hold onto something. "I'm so cold... Zaigu... Has the bleeding stopped?"

"It's stopped! It's stopped..." Realizing that his good friend was beyond saving, Zaigu said the lie he least wanted to tell with a painful look on his face.

Rota smiled, although his expression had begun to freeze. As he gradually became silent, the blood stopped pumping out, and Rota Vanta, lying in a pool of blood, stopped breathing.

Zaigu stood up, reached out and pulled out the two dead bodies in the car, took out a knife and started cutting their clothes - if there were tattoos of some organization on their bodies, then that organization must pay with blood!
He didn't notice that his father was watching him from behind the palace window.

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"Just like Old Seven said, Zaigu was only temporarily in power. He ultimately doesn't act like a true king. Faced with sacrifice, he naively wanted to avenge Rota of the Wanta family, but he forgot that evidence in this world... can be fabricated."

Seeing this, the king withdrew his attention. He turned his head and found that old Potter was gone.

Old Potter was standing on the street, watching Zaigu, who had gained nothing, frantically slash the corpse with his dagger, watching his younger brother crying while holding his brother's body, and watching the young boy standing there at a loss. Until the soul beside him sighed.

"Do you regret it?" Old Potter looked at the soul. He had the appearance of Rota. At this moment, the fate of the two people was reversed. Zaigu's fate was connected unknowingly. At the other end of time, his old children and grandchildren surrounded his bedside.

"I was His Highness's aide. When I faced the assassin, I did what I was supposed to do. I don't blame him for lying. When the gun went off, I knew I was going to die. But if I hadn't grabbed the gun and used myself as a shield, His Highness would have died, as would his brother and my brother. I would have died too... Automatic rifle bullets spare no one."

"But you died, child. If you hadn't blocked the gun, I could have seen your future. In the future, you would have children and grandchildren, and they would be around you."

"That was just an illusion you saw..." The spirit smiled and shook its head. "I've been on the battlefield, so I don't believe in fate. I only know that at that moment, dying alone was better than the death of four others, so I sacrificed my life in exchange for the lives of the other three... This is the truth that the soldiers who belonged to Lord Durin on the battlefield taught me with their own lives. On the battlefield, death is the truth."

"I always thought that war would drive good people crazy and make good children insane, but I never imagined that life would complete its self-salvation on the battlefield."

Having said this, he looked at the grassland elf standing beside him, and looked at the God of Gods in front of him with sincere and humble eyes: "Master Anonymous, is this the Year of Turbulence that those astrologers are talking about?"

"This has nothing to do with the Year of Turbulence. It's simply a day of endless heroic bloodshed." The Grassland Elf said this, turning his head to look at Old Potter. "But you still don't believe in the possibility of life. You say you're different from Durin, but you're actually the same kind of people. You and he both don't believe in life. You don't believe life can be so evil, and he doesn't believe life can be so good. That's why you can never completely eliminate evil, just like he never trusts mortals."

Then he turned to look at Rota: "What about you, kid, when are you ready to see it?"

"I'm just a little surprised. After all, in my subconscious, I'm still quite young and shouldn't die so soon." Having said that, Rota shook his head, then turned and walked towards the endless wilderness.

He walked further and further away, and it became increasingly difficult for old Potter to see him clearly.

But he saw one vivid figure after another appear beside the young man, and they patted his head one by one until he could no longer see him, until the field turned back into a street, until old Potter heard his own sigh.

"I prefer to believe in mortals because I have watched them grow step by step to where they are today. Lord Durin doesn't believe in mortals. In my opinion, he only believes in himself."

"Yes, he has just seen too many deviations. He knows that a hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part and misfortune finds only the unfortunate." Having said this, the anonymous person stood up, turned around, and walked into the depths of the endless wilderness with another grassland elf girl.

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck finds the poor.

Old Potter finally watched the King of Kings disappear in his own kingdom.

(End of this chapter)