【生肉搬运】鸟雀passerine 第一章(8)
Through it all, his one constant was Philza—until he wasn’t. Technoblade simply looked up one day from a map detailing enemy lines and realized he’d been talking to empty air. He had no idea how long he’d been alone, sitting in a dusty library with stale tea untouched in the corner. He had no idea if Philza ever said he was leaving, or if he simply went as he arrived suddenly, swiftly, like a snowstorm.
Afterwards, there was hardly any point in maintaining the empire. The voices were getting bored, anyway. They wanted more. A fresh fight, more stories. So Techno took his sword and his shield, and abandoned ship. He’d done it a million times before, but the thought of a chess board lying unused in a crumbling castle made him feeling something close to regret.
Technoblade wandered the world, trying to appease the voices. Neither of them were ever satisfied. No matter how much chaos he dealt, there was always more work to be done. So he worked. He had no idea for how long. All he remembered from that bloody time was a sense of unfulfillment, like a story had been left unfinished halfway through. Years. Decades. Maybe more. It hardly mattered.
Afterwards, there was hardly any point in maintaining the empire. The voices were getting bored, anyway. They wanted more. A fresh fight, more stories. So Techno took his sword and his shield, and abandoned ship. He’d done it a million times before, but the thought of a chess board lying unused in a crumbling castle made him feeling something close to regret.
Technoblade wandered the world, trying to appease the voices. Neither of them were ever satisfied. No matter how much chaos he dealt, there was always more work to be done. So he worked. He had no idea for how long. All he remembered from that bloody time was a sense of unfulfillment, like a story had been left unfinished halfway through. Years. Decades. Maybe more. It hardly mattered.
两a相逢必有一o的肉在第几章
