【生肉搬运】鸟雀passerine 第一章(3)

Technoblade never dies, they whispered around campfires and funeral pyres.
He prayed that that wasn’t true.
The voices led him to kingdoms and shires and towns—it didn’t matter what they offered him in return; the voices didn’t demand coin, they demanded blood. He fought for bold men and stupid men, greedy kings and starry-eyed rebels. He fought for armies doomed to fail and dragged them into the light of glory. He had lost count of how many allies he’d fought beside—after a time, their names and faces had faded into the recesses of his hazy memory.