Chapter 28:

In the trial, because the sacred sanctuary and shackles of the Protoss Osmund only harmed the surrounding areas of the darkness, and did not cause greater influence, he was not directly sentenced to death, but first to purify, as for death. If you are alive, wait until the purification is complete and observe his recovery.
If he restores "nature", then the temple can accept the request of the Son of Osmond, who becomes the "guardian" of the ape, and if his nature is still polluted by evil, then waiting for him will be death.
The people who had long expected this situation accepted the result calmly, including the waiting for escape.
According to the original text, the temple is very strict with Nadred's defense. Therefore, only on the purification ceremony, he found the opportunity to escape. Naturally, he must follow the original work and prepare for the purification ceremony. On the day of the ceremony, he was taken to the altar.
The priests of the Protoss stood in the altar of the altar according to the law, and the shackles were confined to the center of the altar. Osmond, Alora and the rest of the guardian paladins stood in the direction away from the altar, quietly suppressing the hustle and watching the ritual.
When the priests began to recite the prayers, the crystals of the four orientations of the altar gradually glowed.
The holy light locks the entire altar, and the sacred chains that are bound by the shackles are also untied. The shackles bathed in the light of the light feel that they are beginning to tear and pain, and they swallowed up. The source of darkness is exactly the same.
Forcibly resisting Chu’s pain, he turned his gaze to the crystal of Zhengdong. According to the original, this is the most vulnerable place in the entire squad. The original Nadred shattered the East when he was fighting for resistance. The crystal of the face destroys the purification matrix, and the nature he does is the same thing.
He whispered, raising his hand to call out the black double-edged, and began to resist. Alora cried and yelled and let him hold back, but he turned a deaf ear.
The black blade waved, vainly trying to cut the sacred light that was entangled in the body, moving one step at a time to the east, suddenly reaching a right hand after reaching the right place, manipulating the sharp black blade toward the crystal go with.
"Not good!" A priest shouted, but it was too late. The crystal of the East breaks in the moment of contact with the sharp edge, and the shadow of the black of the elf is at the same time highlighting the encirclement of the eclipse like lightning. "Catch him!"
Out of the enchantment of the Holy Light, I feel that my body has once again recovered its strength. Although the previous imprisonment is still weak, there is also a struggle for it.
The revival of strength did not look at the rest of the priests or paladins who wanted to stop him, and rushed to his fateful opponent. The black blade collides with the silver scepter, and it is crisp and full of suffocating sputum. The sly eyes are flashing and full of expectation, but the other party has turned a blind eye to this expectation.
The elves fought and entered, and Osmond fought and retreated. One was fierce and the other was shackled. Seeing that he was about to approach the gate of the temple, he almost had to escape from the birth of the sky, and he was a little anxious.
Without regard to the constraints of the rules, the low voices reminded me of the pig teammates who did not follow the script routine: "kill me!"
Osmond’s eyes were soft and he glanced deeply and smiled.
How could I possibly kill you?

"Don't make trouble!" Hey, he gave him a sigh, and it was so bad that it was the end of the scene but it was closed. It’s so hard to die!
Osmond did not answer, but expressed his determination with practical actions, so that he could not see the hope that the other party would cooperate with the task.
Once again, I recognized that the pig teammates were deflated, and finally did not plan to waste time in Osmond. He must die now. Since Osmond does not kill him, he will find someone to kill. The general policy of the final BOSS to die is absolutely impossible to change. Although it is not the same as the original man who died in the hands of the male master, it is impossible to escape from the birth of the man because of the man’s mercy and continue to harm the people!
The decisive death has decisively shifted the target and greeted a paladin around him. Although the level of the paladin is much worse than Osmond, the good guys are willing to work hard, and the recruits are all facing the fatal evils. Cut, deliberately let you really want to give him a tearful praise!
Knowing the embarrassing thoughts, Osmond frowned slightly, watching the elf gratified to go straight to the paladin's sword, and suddenly felt a little vomiting. I circumvented the cockroaches without any traces, and even used the scepter to help him withstand several deadly attacks. Osmond did not accidentally see that his eyes were staring at him and he was condensed into a solid body. I can't help but sigh.
- It seems that he decided to die here, without hesitation.
Then, in the next second, the black blade is like what is guided by it, and the second time it pierces the chest of the Protoss.
The chest was pierced, and the black-headed dagger was mixed with bright red blood from Osmond's back, and a white blood robes opened a bright red blood flower. The beautiful Son squinted slightly because of Chu's pain, but smiled and did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward a few steps toward the horrified elf, allowing the blade to penetrate deeper into his body.
"You-!" The elf's eyes widened, and the red eyes sparkled incredibly sluggish. Osmond's blood splashed on his pale face, and the elf was gently hugged by the Protoss. Like the child who cares for the lost, he stroked his cheek and kissed his slightly open lips gently.
Everyone was stunned by this sudden change. Even the weapons forgot to wave, the whole temple was quiet, so they heard Osmond whispering on the elf, whispering in his ear. .
"Since you want to die, then I will accompany you. This time, I will take a step and go to the world to wait for you..."
The elf held Osmond's body and his face was panicked. He tried to stop the passing of his life, but he could only watch his eyes fade away, but with a smile of relief. As always, soft and affectionate.
"No... Osmond?! How can you die?! I killed you?!" The elf fell to the ground with incompetence, and still held Osmond, who had no life in his arms. Despair in the ground.
The next second, his expression suddenly blank, like what decision to make, grabbed another dagger that was frightened and dropped to the ground because of the wrong hand killing Osmond.
Holding Osmond's body in one hand, holding the dagger in the other hand, and inverting the blade to the part of his heart, in the scream of "Don't!!" of Alora, the sharp edge is pierced without any water. The heart of the elf.
The internal organs suffered a heavy blow, causing the elf to cough up a blood, and the blood splashed on Osmond's bloodless lips, leaving a blush.
"You bastard..." the elf whispered, slowly closing his eyes and pouring his body backwards, just into the arms of Alora rushing up.
"Nadred! Nadred!" Alora tried to block the blood from the elf's wounds with his hands, but it was only in vain. The elf looked at her with the last sense of consciousness, and smiled softly. Spit three words: "I'm sorry..."
"Don't say sorry - don't say sorry! You are not sorry for me, I am doing something wrong - maybe the wrong person is me..." Alaola couldn't make a sound, trying to keep the life of the elf, but only felt the palm of his hand. The pulsation of the next heart became weaker and weaker, and eventually stopped beating.
Aroma was on the ground, holding the elf, and in the arm of the elf, Osmond smiled and snuggled there, as if he was asleep.
Lifting the hand covered with the blood of the elf and covering his face, Alora can no longer suppress his sorrow, crying up, she does not know how it all happened, only that sadness and despair will almost She is drowning.
Around her, the priests and the paladins stood silently, completely ignorant of what should be said. Finally, a priest turned and slowly walked to the door of the temple, raising his hand and pushing it away.
The air that infested the atmosphere floated out of the temple, not far from the towering spire, the huge brass bell made a dull, low-pitched, two-down... the death knell of the low-dumb sorrow will guide the soul of the dead. Go to the other side of the kingdom and hope that they will have eternal happiness in that world.
Fifty years later.
"Teacher, do you really want to move Nadred's ashes to the cemetery of the temple and bury it with the Osman sage?" The young swordsman, holding a black casket, asked with concern, "The Temple Those people will definitely be angry!"
"Ha! I care about them!" Although it is already over sixty years old, Alora still looks like a 30-year-old, beautiful and energetic - after all, for a swordman who has become a holy sword For her, life still has a long time to reach the end. However, under the scouring of the years, even if her face is not old, her eyes are no longer a self-willed impulse in her youth. Although she is still embarrassed, she is full of pride and wisdom.
"For this day, I have struggled for more than 50 years! I have finally become a holy swordsman. I don't have to look at the face of the temple. I certainly have to fulfill the wish of this life!" Alora waved his hand. He indicated that his disciples did not need to be jealous, and he took him straight into the cemetery of the temple, regardless of the appearance of the priests who dared to speak out.
In the temple cemetery, a huge white stone monument, another male swordsman stood there, although the appearance looked a bit lonely, but the flawless standing, the indiscreet mouth and sharp eyes, but clearly His good skills.
"Hey, Ghana, trouble you!" Alora raised her hand and said hello, then carefully took the urn from the young swordsman, half-squatting, and placed it on the side of the white tombstone. Inside.
"This is what you have been obsessed with?" The man known as Ghana shrugged his shoulders and watched Ala pull out the dagger and engraved the name "Nadred" on the tombstone. "I didn't expect you to ever One of the parties to the incident, I was only listening to the singer of the bard when I was traveling. This kind of justice and evil story, I think everyone has heard it - right? Is the truth of the matter the same as that of the poets?"
"Almost." Alora chuckled a little, and there was a trace of nostalgia in her eyes. Then she frowned as if she was too ugly, and put her dagger back into her waist and stood up.
"At the time, the temple had always disagreed with the fact that you were buried together, but I believe that you are also so hopeful? Now I have finally done it for you, and it is... the last responsibility of being a friend.... Hope Can slightly relieve the mistakes of the year..." Alora looked at the tombstone and said softly, the next second, her shoulders were comforted by Ghana.
"Completed the wish, now you should promise my pursuit?" Ghana raised his eyebrows, and the hearty voice smashed the faint grief in Alora's heart. "The last time I refused to use me as an excuse." It’s too hurtful.

"...Hey, you know, my first love is here!" Alora raised his chin toward the white tombstone, with a slight warning in his tone.
"What about that?" Ghana was unmoved. "The Osman saints have long since died. Moreover, there are others in the family! Even death must follow each other."
Alora’s eyes groaned. When Nadred refused to accept the purification, he waited for him to die only. Osmond did not want to see his own people die, so he chose to take a step ahead and be killed by the other party. Probably, he also knows that when he dies, Nadred can't stand the blow and leave with him... It seems that Nadred killed Osmond and Osmond killed himself. Killing Nadred, they killed each other, and even the death is not willing to let the outsiders get possessive...
Sighing a little, Alora quickly rallied and buried the forgotten things in his heart.
"...stupid, too lazy to care about you!" Alora scorned, squinting at Ghana, looking at her face, turning her face with a blush, and hurried away, "When will you be able to defeat?" Let me say it again! Let me accept your pursuit? Now you are not qualified yet!"
"Oh... then I really have to work hard." Ghana laughed and greeted the young swordsman who had long been accustomed to the way they lived together, and followed Arolla’s behind him. A sacred swordsman named genius is really a chore..."
The author has something to say: This world is over the end of the flower ~ ~ Oh, it is really a big (keng) group (si) round (die) ending!