Quadruple split.

Chapter 797
"Fear?"

Yizuo looked at his senior's peaceful, undisturbed face in astonishment, his eyes were full of disbelief: "Are you afraid, senior?"

The latter laughed, nodded and said: "Yes, I'm afraid, from the moment when I bit the bullet and warned Huo Yanyang that he must break the status quo some time ago, to talking nonsense to those elders in Sumir, saying that as long as everything If it goes well, I will be able to recover the entire northern border in just a few days, even when the current 'initial stage' is [-]% complete, I am still very scared."

Yi Zuo, who could not feel the slightest fear from the other party, calmed down and asked in confusion, "But senior, why did you?"

"Why are you afraid?"

Mo Tan smiled, shrugged and said, "It's very simple, because I was a coward with extremely poor resistance to pressure. After persuading those elders to support me unreservedly, and even handing over the command of the entire Sumer side , Naturally, you will be overwhelmed, overwhelmed by Sumir's fate, thousands of lives, and everyone's expectations, including you."

It's not that Yizuo can't understand Mo Tan's words. After all, the matter is just as the latter said. After taking over Su Mir's command and becoming one of the real traders in this war, the burden on Mo Tan's shoulders can be imagined How heavy it would be, but out of blind trust in her predecessors, the female knight never thought of this before.

She understands the truth that with greater ability comes greater responsibility, but subconsciously ignores how capable people themselves think.

"I'm sorry, senior."

Looking at Mo Tan's calm and gentle eyes, Yizuo suddenly realized that he had never really understood the young man in front of him whom he had called 'Senior' for several months, and then apologized inexplicably.

It wasn't until she realized the exhaustion and fear hidden in the other party's eyes with difficulty, that Yizuo realized that this senior whom she had been relying on and trusted unconditionally by herself was actually not that tall.

In the eyes of the female knight a minute ago, the person sitting next to her was still a brilliant genius who was good at strategizing, could flip the battlefield lightly, and could wipe out everything while talking and laughing.

However, now, a minute later, the same senior, in Yizuo's eyes, has become a person who is always pushed to the foreground by the torrent of fate, who obviously doesn't want to shoulder anything, but only for some responsibilities that there is no room for escape. Tired and haggard ordinary people who are exhausted and are at the mercy of their talents.

But this person who was despised by me in the past, who was willing to be mediocre and unprogressive, had to sit in this position, and Zen tried his best to force himself to win an extremely difficult battle.

Because no one can replace him.

Because he who is here at this moment is unique.

Do you choose to be indifferent when you have the ability to do something, and suffer from conscience afterward?Or have you taken on this overly heavy responsibility, struggling to carry things far beyond your ability to bear?
The choices before him were never fair, and I'm afraid it wasn't in Mesa County either.

In the silence, Yizuo bit her lower lip, and suddenly felt ashamed of herself who only paid attention to the miraculous victories of her seniors one after another, but never thought much about what was behind those victories.

The female knight subconsciously looked at the man in her eyes who was no longer tall but felt closer, and then lowered her head deeply.

【Senior, have your shoulders always been so thin? 】

Yizuo was shocked by his slowness, and then suddenly remembered the scene when he chatted with His Highness Wang Yu before the crusade army set off.

"Ah, you said Hei Fan"

Facing Yizuo who used Mo Tan as an idol to try his best to inquire about the inside story of the battle in Misha County, Yuchen showed a somewhat incomprehensible expression. After a while, he slowly shook his head and said with a light smile: "He It's not as great as you think, it's just that we can't be indifferent to those unacceptable things and force ourselves to do things that we can't do."

The female knight at that time couldn't understand this sentence, but now she felt that she seemed to be able to understand a little bit.

And that was enough to shake her up.

At a certain moment, Yizuo even had an unrealistic, illogical, and insanity-like impulse, which was to stun Mo Tan with a crisp hand knife, and then take him away from the north. He returned to the City of Light to go shopping with His Royal Highness Wang Yu, as if that should be the life that really suits him.

As a result, Mo Tan, who was the person involved, blinked blankly, and said with a smile to Yi Zuo who had been silent for a long time: "Then what, don't think too much, I just hope you don't deify me too much."

"Eh?"

Yizuo was taken aback for a moment, then said in astonishment: "Is that so?"

Mo Tan looked at the female knight with mixed expressions in front of her, dumbfounded, and spread her hands and said, "Of course that's the case. Counseling is cowardly, panic is panic, but what should be done must continue to be done. Although I have no merits, But the mentality has always been okay.”

Yizuo pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Then you just said that you were afraid?"

"Literally, but there are many things that are useless even if you are afraid. You still have to face them."

Mo Tan lightly tapped the rim of the black tea cup twice, and murmured: "Besides, the reason I can face the fear in front of me calmly is because I have seen more frightening things. Degree is not really a big deal, it’s just doing the right thing.”

Yizuo tilted his head in confusion: "The right thing?"

"That's right, stop worrying about gains and losses, and do what you know how to do from the beginning."

While quickly collating the information that has been updated in his message bar one after another, Mo Tan glanced down at the sand table in front of him, and smiled lightly on three sides: "To give a simple example, the vast majority of people who take a step forward It can be done, but if the scene is turned into an abyss with no retreat and only a narrow passage, some people will hesitate on the premise that they know that going forward is the right way, but when we put all the elements one by one After refining, you will find that there are only two choices: 'go forward' and 'hesitantly', which one do you think is correct?"

"Move forward."

Yizuo didn't even think about it, and immediately gave an answer that couldn't be faulted.

"Yes."

Mo Tan nodded slightly, and affirmed: "This is a correct answer that is very easy to draw conclusions, and I am a person who is easy to worry about gains and losses, so in this case, the best way for me personally is to jump. Go through the thought process, go straight to the obvious right option, and put it into action.”

Yizuo nodded with a vague understanding.

"For example, in this war, in my eyes, I am more likely to win than those elders, so I have to pass the command and try not to think about those elements that will shake me."

Mo Tan took a deep breath and continued to explain: "According to the information I have, the first stage, which is infinitely close to completion, is the safest and most cost-effective choice among all methods, so I will try my best to do it." I came up with a series of plans and put them into action, without thinking about what will happen if the plan fails from a strategic perspective, what will everyone look like in disappointment, and how many people will lose their lives because of me."

Yizuo nodded vigorously, and looked at Mo Tan with admiration: "Senior, you are really amazing!"

"sharp?"

Mo Tan laughed dumbly, shook his head and said: "No, on the contrary, my behavior is just to escape, and for those who are determined, it is simply superfluous."

Yizuo shook his head silently, and said in a firm tone, "This is the wisdom of the seniors."

"No, it's the philosophy of the mediocre."

Mo Tan said something jokingly, and then looked at the window that was facing the direction of the Holy Church Union, or he thought it was facing the direction of the Holy Church Union, with a voice that only he could hear. He muttered: "It's just that some things can't be solved by things like philosophy or wisdom."

"senior?"

Yizuo looked at Mo Tan nervously.

"Cough, it's alright."

Mo Tan coughed lightly, then stood up, took out a warm cloak from the bag and put it on his shoulders before Yi Zuo started, and said lightly: "Let's go."

"Where are you going, senior?"

"Do the right thing."

"Yes!"

forty minutes later

Game time PM11:58
On the north side of the main peak of Sumir, on the mountainside

"[-] warriors, [-] priests who won the title of 'Wind Whisper' at worst, [-] Frostwolf knights, and [-] shamans who majored in recovery magic."

The old orc elder Mondo Pan stood on a thick layer of snow at the edge of the slope, looked at the [First War Order] not far away, and said softly: "Add As for me, a high priest who lacks talent and is still unable to step into the half-step legend at a large age, I already have all the manpower that the entire Holy Mountain can provide except for the civilians and the wounded."

Mo Tan, who stood beside him, tightened the cloak on his shoulders, nodded slightly and said: "This is a heavy trust."

"I'm glad you can say that, Pastor Black Fan, because that's exactly what it is. This is a very, very heavy trust, so heavy that even I, who voted for it, can't breathe."

Mondo showed a kind, wrinkled smile, took a deep breath of Sumir's cold and thin air, and lightly patted Mo Tan on the shoulder: "To be honest, until now I don't know the Elder Council Whether the hot-headed decision before was right or wrong, although from Mondo Pan's personal point of view, he is willing to trust his little apprentice friend."

Yizuo who stood behind Mo Tan wrinkled his nose, but didn't say anything.

"We're all doing what we feel is right."

Mo Tan shrugged, as if he didn't intend to continue the topic, then glanced at the system time in the corner of his vision, and said softly: "There are still five minutes, Mr. Mundo, you should have told everyone to follow those" The herald's words?"

The latter nodded slowly: "Yes, even though some people complained, they still dare not disobey an elder's order."

"very good."

Mo Tan responded briefly, then picked up a whistle and put it on his mouth and blew it lightly. After a while, the giant wolf that had been white all the time came out of the darkness like a ghost, and came to Mo Tan silently. Beside him, he lowered his head and rubbed against his ankle, and whimpered twice.

"Who is this beautiful girl?"

Mondo looked at the heroic wolf beside Mo Tan in surprise, frowned and said, "She doesn't seem to be of Sumir's breed."

"She is from the Fireclaw clan, and she has some secrets about her. Hey, it's been a long time, Xiaobai."

Mo Tan skillfully stepped onto the back of Warg Xiaobai, scratched the latter's ears lightly, then took a deep breath, and turned his attention to the six rows of dialogue boxes in his field of vision——

'Now is the game time AM00:03, I announce the start of the [Change House] stage, from now on, according to the original plan, the queue will be split and gradually withdraw from the control area of ​​the main peak of Sumir, and the whole process will be carried out in secret. '

The next second—

'1'*17
'Okay, Mr. Black Fan! '*1
'111111 (Brother Black Fan, I was wrong, I was wrong)'*1
'Set off. '

at the same time
The Chauvin Empire, the capital of Troon, the study room of the Sin Lord's Mansion
"ink"

Beside the flickering magic crystal lamp, Cedric tightly held the white letter paper in his hand, looked palely at the man behind the desk whose figure was flickering, and tremblingly said: "Tell me, isn't this?" real."

Having been promoted to the hereditary earl, the sinner who received a certain message two days earlier than Cedric sighed silently, and shook his head after a long silence: "Listen, my friend, I really want to tell you This is not true, but you must face up to the fact that Arthur has indeed left, and it is not only me who knows about it, but also Grand Duke Garros, Marshal Galahat, Marquis Nafario, Lord Forsyth, Lord Miranda, Lord Perkins, Lord Moody, and... your father Lord Diggory."

Cedric's figure shook, and he raised his head in disbelief to look at the friend in front of him, opened his mouth but didn't say a word.

"I know what you want to ask, Seid."

Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice, "Of course, Arthur's father, our Majesty, also knew about this."

Cedric slumped on the chair as if he had lost his soul. After a while, he murmured: "Since...Since Father and Your Majesty already know about Arthur. I called?"

"Brace yourself, Seid."

Sinister's eyes narrowed slightly behind that mask, and he said in a deep voice, "Look carefully at this letter I gave you, especially the few paragraphs in the middle."

"middle back"

"Yes, to be precise, it's about the man who assassinated Arthur. He escaped for some unbelievable reason."

Chapter seven hundred and ninetieth: the end
(End of this chapter)