【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（上）(7)

And through a blur of tears, Tubbo saw what the general had left behind, tucked gently behind the prince’s ear, like a final offering: a single yellow rose.
It would be a long journey. It had taken the Green Army more than a month to make the same trip, but—as Techno had pointed out—they’d been slowed by their footsoldiers and their sheer numbers. Techno and Wilbur had neither. With the two horses Techno had smuggled from the camp, they could maybe halve the time if they rode like hell, but it still wouldn’t be fast enough for Wilbur. Each minute was another where he hadn’t saved his brother yet, and each second crashed against him like waves wearing a cliffside down into pebbles and chalk. He was glad he didn’t bring a pocket watch with him. Its constant ticking would have driven him to madness.