I really thought I was dead, but just when those scimitars were about to fall on me, the communication gem on my chest suddenly emitted a slight heat.
"Down! Messiah!" A loud shout suddenly rang in my ears. Almost at the same moment, I heard the whistling of the wind, and saw a huge heavy sword burning with golden flames circling. It flew over.
This sword contained extremely terrifying power and almost swept away all the pale leg bones in front of me. At that moment, the bones holding the weapons high bent sideways as if they were being torn apart, then snapped into two pieces and fell into the snow.
Then, the sword whizzed around among the broken bones and flew towards Doug Dallas, who was climbing in the air. If he hadn't turned to one side in an extremely ugly posture and stuck out his butt-gu , he would definitely be stabbed to death by that sword.
"Oh!" In his thunderous roar, a figure like a big bear jumped out from the pile of bones. He knelt down beside me. After struggling for a while, he carefully held my back and asked me to sit down. got up.
"Messiah!" He whispered my name anxiously, and the breath in his mouth was so hot that my eyes began to feel sour and hot. "...Don't be afraid, don't cry, I'm here."
God knows what happened, but those words made my vision blurry, so blurry that I could hardly see the small scar on the corner of his mouth. I reached out and hugged his neck, "Darian!" The fear and ecstasy of the rest of my life made my hands tremble slightly.
"Hiss..." He straightened his back and hugged me hard, "Sorry, sorry, sorry... It's all my fault that I came too late..." His embrace was thick and warm, with a touch of blood. taste. I couldn't help but frown and looked at the back of his neck. There, there was a large piece of light yellow hair that was dyed red. I immediately lifted his hair, and then I saw a deep wound.
"You're bleeding!" we said in unison.
"Don't touch me!" I shouted sternly to stop his arm from trying to turn me around. The next second, I forced him to turn half sideways and opened his collar. At this moment, I finally saw the man's arms clearly. The full picture of the wound, it was as long as a finger, as if it had been cut open, and the flesh and blood were neatly turned outwards, "What is going on?!"
He wrinkled his face and pressed the wound with his backhand. "It's okay. I asked Kress to get the magic needle out, but it was you." As he said that, he looked at me from top to bottom worriedly and touched it. My shoulder touched the bloody wound on my thigh in panic, "...You are seriously injured. I will take you to a safer place. My magic power will recover a little." He grabbed my hand with one hand. The arms, bent down, seemed to want to lift me up.
"Don't!" I held him down, held his shoulders and stood up unsteadily.
"What do you want, Messiah?"
"I'm just a little tired. It doesn't hurt. I can walk on my own."
"Don't be brave!" He stood up immediately and gently held my arm. "Stop moving, the wounds are bleeding."
"No," I brushed away his hot palm, "Look." As I said that, I opened my hand and slowly turned it around in front of him, "I really don't..." Before I could finish my words, I just I felt my eyes go dark, and the next second, I completely lost consciousness.
