【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第七章（下）(3)

Techno could hear the Green God laughing somewhere behind him, but he kept his eyes on Wilbur as he slung his bow over his shoulder and unsheathed his rapier instead—a mindless marionette. All the strings lead back to me, Dream had said. That was how he’d led the cityfolk outside to their deaths with everything else untouched. With a bitter taste in his mouth, Techno wondered how many of the Green Army, too, had been under the Green God’s influence, acting on his orders without any choice? His mind raced as he scoured his memories for any blank faces on the battlefield that day at the Blue Valley, any movements that were too unnatural, too controlled. How many innocents had been thrown in his path, and how many had he killed without even knowing it?

And now Wilbur was stalking towards him, graceful in his hunt. Another casualty. Another brother whose blood will be on Technoblade’s hands. He’d killed his family once before, the Green God had said. And now he was fated to kill another.
Fate. Such a small word for such a big thing.
There was only one way for this to end.
With trembling hands, Techno raised his trident, and was ready.