【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第四章（下）(4)

“How touching,” the soldier said mockingly. He was different from the others, Wilbur could tell. He didn’t know how, exactly, but he just was. His eyes and hair were as black as coal, in stark contrast to the blood-stained white cloak he wore around his shoulders.

“You…” Wilbur said, brows furrowing. “I saw you walk through the fire. How?”
The man scoffed. “You think that little stunt could hurt me?” He raised his blade—upon closer inspection, it looked to be made of pure obsidian, pitch-black all the way down to the hilt. “I was born in fire.”
“Are you the leader of this army?” Wilbur demanded.
He gave a short bark of laughter. “Me? No, no, I’m merely a pawn in this game. A pawn with a grudge to settle, but still a pawn nonetheless.” He grinned. “Now, show me what he taught you, king.”