Chapter 314 [0311] The Grudge Ends

Things have developed to this point, and the ending is almost certain.

Lukaba and these camel riders no longer have any cards in their hands - they failed to catch Kaf, and they also have no way to deal with Sefiqa. Even if they want to escape on camels, there is no way to escape.

Don't forget that they are now on an island in the center of the lake, and they can only swim to leave here.

Considering that not every camel is white jade frost and can swim in deep water, if they want to leave, they can only go around the shallows, and the shallows are currently gathering almost all the oasis survivors.

Surrounded by water on three sides, a dead end.

They can't fight and can't run away.

Seeing Sefiqa swinging the stone again and rushing up like crazy, these camel riders finally have the idea of ​​surrendering.

Then, a new problem is placed in front of them.

Who should they surrender to?

To these oasis survivors?

Or to the former captain Kaf?

Or the two foreign girls?

These camel cavalrymen never dreamed that one day they would be confused because they didn't know who to surrender to!

However, their embarrassment did not last too long, because in front of the violent Sefiqa, surrender itself was a luxury.

With the power of the Darkin erupting, Sefiqa's desire to kill could not be stopped at all.

For Sefiqa, barely controlling himself not to attack the oasis survivors and not to hurt his teammates was already the limit - and for these camel cavalrymen who burned the oasis and even wanted to massacre the oasis survivors, he had no mercy when he attacked.

Although Sefiqa had little combat experience, he would not die even if his heart was pierced by a scimitar, and his arm would heal after a moment of connection if it was cut off. He was still using a stone weighing more than a thousand pounds in his hand...

The camel cavalrymen were defeated.

Some people wailed and asked Sefiqa to surrender, some urged the camels to rush directly into the lake, and some found the former captain Kaf for help.

Those who begged for surrender from Sefiqa were killed on the spot.

Those who rushed into the lake made a few bubbles before sinking to the bottom.

Those who looked for Kaf were wiped out by the other side.

A quarter of an hour later, the island in the center of the oasis was covered with blood and wailing camels.

Lukaba leaned against a low wall, looked at Sefiqa who was frozen and dragged away by Ino with a sad look, and then set his eyes on Kaf who was walking towards him step by step.

Lucaba, who only had one arm left, finally shook his head and put on a gesture of waiting to be killed: "I have no regrets dying in the hands of our great hero."

"You died in your own ambition." Kaf shook his head, "If you want to surrender to the governor, you can just turn around and leave. We can part ways in peace, and things won't develop to this point."

"Take a hundred people to find him, and I will at most become the captain of the honor guard." Lucaba looked like he was very open-minded, "Only by taking everyone with me can I have a place in the city defense army."

"If you didn't insist on fighting back against Beljuen like me, a hundred people would be enough to develop into five hundred people." Kaf looked at this old comrade who had fought side by side with him, and finally couldn't help but Shaking his head, "In the final analysis, you still can't let go of your ambition. To you, I am just a stepping stone."

"Same here." Lucaba showed a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, "Aren't we also pawns to realize your ideals?"

"Is the revival of Shurima just my ideal?" Seeing the other party's appearance, Kaf finally couldn't help but raise his tone, "Do you remember when we were in Beljuin?"

"I remember, at that time I was like a fool, really believing that Shurima could be revived, really believing that this country could be restored to the legendary time, and really believing that the ascenders also started from mortals step by step." Lucaba's voice finally became a little unfair, " But is it really so? Open your eyes and take a look, Kaf, Shurima is rotten to the core!"

"..."

"Except for you, no one believes that there is any future here - even the governors and nobles of each city only regard Shurima as the legal principle of their rule. Everyone says that they want to revive Shurima, but who really wants to revive Shurima?" Since things are irreversible, Lucaba simply broke the jar and threw it away, "What's the use of reviving Shurima to them? Do you expect them to liberate their slaves, let their descendants and the descendants of slaves receive education together, and use the gold coins for enjoyment to build a transcontinental canal?"

"But there will always be people who will do this-"

"Yes, there will always be idiots, such as you!" Lucaba said without hesitation He interrupted Kaf, "You think being a hero is great? I followed you through thick and thin for ten years, from when I was high-spirited to when I was middle-aged. Didn't I try my best? In the end, what did I accomplish except escaping from the Noxians?"

"..."

"Ideal? Bah, that's just a wishful fantasy!" Lucaba continued to insist, "Yes, I admit that I did regard you as a stepping stone to advancement, so I can kill you or beat you up as you please - but don't try to pretend to be a judge, as if you are really a great man, a selfless hero!"

Knowing that he was doomed, Lucaba had no worries this time. Facing Kaf, he finally said what had been pent up in his heart for many years.

When he finished speaking and finally calmed down, Kaf finally spoke again.

"I admit that I sometimes had naive fantasies in the past, whether it was believing that my comrades would not betray me or thinking that Keneser could be relied on." He said in a very calm tone, as if he was commenting on them, "But no matter what, I still insist on my idea that Shurima should not be what it is now - the miserable failure and years of failure have indeed proved the error of my method, but it does not prove the absurdity of my ideal."

"You are still stubborn, right?" Lukaba sneered, "Winners take all, you can talk big here, but you can't have good luck forever!"

"You are still stubborn, Lukaba." Kaf looked at him and shook his head gently, "We studied history together. Whether everything I said can be realized, history has already given the answer. You dare not even deny the former glory of Shurima, dare not deny those in Everything that seems like a fairy tale now actually happened on this land. You can only settle for the second best and say that I can't do it and that I'm too naive. "

"You!"

"In the final analysis, this is just an excuse you are looking for for your betrayal - our cause is far from exhausted, and you are not without other choices. In this case, you choose to set the oasis on fire and try to kill me with people. The only purpose is to hope to sell my body in front of the governor for a good price, that's all."

"...That's me!" Lucaba, who was speechless for a while, finally stiffened his neck, "So what? !"

"Nothing." Kaf shook his head slightly, "But at least after you admitted it, I felt much better when I took action."

Lucaba wanted to say something, but Kaf didn't mean to continue arguing with him - the next moment, he drew the scimitar at his waist.

With a flash of the knife, Lucaba, with his eyes wide open, finally fell headfirst into the ashes.

At the same time, behind Kaf, Lux clapped her hands gently.

Karya's Little Class: Darkin's Killing Desire:

Under great mental pressure and physical pain, Darkin and those who possess Darkin power tend to have a tendency to become mentally abnormal, and as ruthless killing machines, killing is often their way of relieving this pain.

Only a few Darkin (such as Karya) are exceptions.

PS. I failed to update two chapters on time at 6 o'clock, so I will add more tonight - there are still two chapters before 12 o'clock.