Frozen rivers are a never-before-seen wonder, and they are now here. Parsur touched the surface of the river and a fish did the same. There was a cool feeling in the palm of my hand, and the fish turned its head and swam away. There is a layer of solid and transparent frost between them, but this is both an obstacle and a protection.
"Why don't you take two more steps so that we can get rid of each other completely?" the knight said, stepping on the reeds covered with snow on the river bank. When he was not wearing armor, his hair and beard, which were as black as night, were particularly obvious in the snow, but his blue eyes were like two pieces of solid ice, blending in with the wind and snow.
Parsur retreated to the shore, not giving him a chance to push himself into the water. "I'm self-conscious about my weight, Joey. I'm a woman."
"Forget it, is there anyone here?"
"From the perspective of self-awareness, you and women are quite similar."
This is not entirely sarcastic. In the ice and snow, the knight is her only companion. Apart from maintaining his vitality, Parsur had nothing else to do, and his vigilance against his pursuers had long been worn away by the lonely and cold journey day after day. After her nerves relaxed, she began to look around and spread her thoughts. There was only snow and ice in front of me, and even the trees had to be carefully distinguished. There were only escape and survival in my mind, and brief desolate thoughts about the future and the past.
These unwarm things made her stiffer day by day. On the first day he came to the river, Parsur saw the reflection of his own face on the ice. The woman was as pale as paper, reminiscent of a ghost crawling out of the lake on a cold night. It was as if what she was escaping from captivity was not freedom, but death.
Her fellow travelers were just the opposite. The Silver Song Knight was seriously injured at the manor and is now gradually recovering. She counted his broken bones and put them back into place. For a living person, that's not a small number. She clamped the board around his arm until the last time they spoke it had fully recovered and was growing stronger and more agile.
In the end, even the scalded flesh and blood fell away from his injuries, and new muscles and skin grew, leaving only pink scars. In the mirror on the river, the knight's face was covered by a wildly grown beard, and his hair almost touched his shoulders, but this embarrassment did not damage his healthy face, mocking eyes, and increasingly sharp words. Looking at the whole picture, as long as you ignore the latter two, you will understand why the slave traders took his mother to Quartz City. Parsul is Heather's believer, but the vitality of life favors Joey even more. Frankly, it made her jealous.
It was very cloudy, but luckily it didn't snow again. It's just that the dark clouds covered the sun, making the night seem to come suddenly, catching people by surprise. Parsur lit a fire in a cave facing the ice peak and admired the patterns of light reflection. There was half a rotting blue sheep carcass in the corner, but she didn't care.
The end of the glacier is just to the left of the cave, and only the shadows of wind and grass flow in the river. Too quiet. The world seemed to die as she fled toward loneliness and cold. Parsour wanted to speak to break the silence, but had trouble finding the right topic. She and Joey had nothing to talk about except sarcastic remarks about each other.
Parsul regretted the last time he talked about the Knights of Silver Song. Freedom is as precious to her as life, but it is different for Joey. The knight lost his armor and badge, and seemed to have a wound that was difficult to heal. Even if he loses the control of natural magic, he is no longer difficult to control. Maybe this is the only good thing these days, hard work finally pays off. He was indeed moved at that time, and silently followed Parsur deep into the snow forest, and even participated in hunting and making fire activities. He didn't mention the wizard and the other party's crazy experiments again, nor did he wait for an opportunity to escape. After breaking free from the shackles, the past is no longer important. Is this the truth? No matter what he thought, until now, Joey had never asked Persul what to do with him.
Perhaps this is the truth. The problem is irrelevant, she thought. We are in an uninhabited mountain forest. Our pursuers and homeland are far away. Silence makes our soul missing, and we must absorb new elements to complete it. But this element is not ether, but some kind of particle that fills the mind. Parsour couldn't tell what it was. She thought that absolute silence would give her comfort and allow her to perceive gods and all things. However, in the deep cold polar regions, silence made her painful. This is a land abandoned by God, and I will be abandoned too. But besides here, where else can she go? If she continued walking, she suspected that she would be swallowed by the cold.
Devoured by him.
The knight sat deep in the cave, behind a campfire. When the cold wind howled to break the silence, he spoke: "Continue going south?"
"continue."
The next day, they started crossing the river. The cold makes the river tame and the rocks become traps. She walked carefully. The first step is very strong, the second step has a dent, and the third step returns to smoothness. The altitude here is higher and the river surface is stronger than downstream, so there is no need to worry about the ice breaking. However, the sense of crisis caused by the hollow still lingered, and the soles of the feet became increasingly sticky. She quickened her pace, but suddenly hit a rock in the snowdrift.
Parsul lay on the ice for a while, imagining that the ice beneath him melted and cold water flooded his body. This wasn't the first time she fell, but it was the first time she didn't want to get up. Ice and snow are also part of nature. I could be buried here. What's the downside? She can decide what to do. Isn't true freedom what she wants? Parsur shuddered.
"Women who live until the Flower Moon either wear shoes or have hair," the knight said. "You are different from them. You have hooves."
"Luna walks steadier than me." Parsul got up. She didn't realize she was standing again until she straightened up completely. "You walk more steadily. This snow is your weapon and support. You should reach the other side of the river."
Joey seemed to smile. Strange things. His sarcasm and ridicule should not be separated. Parsul felt a hand pass under his ribs and the soles of his feet lifted off the ice. Maybe it was my weakness that pleased him. She thought the knight would throw her onto the elk's back, but heat mist and dark shadows rushed towards her, and Parsul felt the blood rush to her scalp. Heat and heartbeat. She reached out and tried to grab Joey's shoulders, but she touched the frosted beard on both sides of his cheeks. "It seems that hooves are easier to use," he said.
Parsul raised his head and saw a shadow emerging from the bushes on the other side. "Luna?"
Her elk companion stood on the high ground on the river bank, his horns like the crown of a tree, and the huge pale broken moon rose from behind his back. Its eyes were full of wildness, and layers of snow foam were thrown down from its front hooves.
"I've never figured out whether this beast is a male or a female?" Joey took out a short knife from somewhere and was holding it in his hand.
"Luna was a gift from my mother. She personally blessed it and made it divinity, so that it would be enough to carry the saint of Heather." Divinity means that Luna has all the characteristics of the race, regardless of gender. "It's not as easy as you think."
"I really think about this kind of thing every day." Joey dismissed it, "Would a divine mount be more comfortable? I can't see it."
"Divinity brings us together. I mean, the old me. Now I'm heavier. Women know their own weight."
"Now it plans to leave the burden behind."
certainly not. Parsur frowned. "It's because of the moon."
Yet the Cavaliers don't care why. "You better have a solution, otherwise we'll have something to bake tonight."
Even if it is a mysterious creature, there is not something to eat every night in this snow forest, but Parsul has never regarded Luna as prey. "Did you do the same to your subordinates? Abandoning Rego or Bogart when they were injured?"
"So, you can't help it."
"Something's not right." She couldn't even communicate with it. "Luna shouldn't be affected by the supernatural gods. The magic of Broken Moon is only against werewolves...and it doesn't look that manic. This is the effect of nature's secret language." A wave of uneasiness gripped her. "It's my kindred, or the druids of Saint Valoran. They are chasing me."
"No way," Joey asserted. His tone was so sure that it was surprising. However, before she had time to ask, the saint's horse had already rushed down the river bank, running on the smooth ice, and came closer in the blink of an eye. It was like wind with its hooves, and there was no sign of falling. The knight cursed and reluctantly raised his weapon. The blade collided with the antlers, making a very slight cracking sound.
For a moment, Parsur didn't know who to pray for. Joey rescued her, and the loyal Luna was forced to turn against her. She never imagined that this day would come to her. Times are unpredictable, so you have to make plans early... Maybe escaping south is a mistake. Heather drove me to this hellish place just to fend for myself. She didn't want to pray anymore.
A wooden spear flew overhead and shattered on the rock that tripped her. A white shadow passed among the bushes. Although the other party moved quickly, Parsur still saw skin like dead leaves and moss-covered fingers. These characteristics belong only to forest races. As she thought, she activated her magic power and summoned the nearby vegetation.
Thorns grow faster than other plants, rising from the ground to form dangerous ropes. But she suspected there were simply no other living plants here. The enemy was trapped and fell under a holly tree. Parsur could only look at him one last time. The mad Luna is more troublesome than the druid himself. Under the moonlight, its power is endless. The knight can't resist it with his short sword. Even Parsul on his back loses his balance, let alone focusing on casting spells.
Fortunately, Joey was not disturbed by the druid. He held the short knife high in his right hand to hold one of the long horns coming from him, and then easily grabbed the other one as the elk rotated its head. The severe cold did not slow down his movements, or in other words, intensified them. She heard his heartbeat suddenly speeding up, and the power brought by magic penetrated between the bones and muscles. Because he was so close, the white mist of his breath obscured her sight. Elk Luna was lifted up by the sudden increase in force. It staggered back two yards away, preparing for the next collision. Parsour saw the cracks in the antlers and wondered how long it would last. The Cavaliers certainly don't want it to take too long.
But Parsul was already unfamiliar with this kind of one-on-one combat and lost his ability to judge. Before the elk could swing its hooves and rush towards him, Silversong Knight reached out to hold it, and the ice beneath its feet suddenly cracked like a mirror. The river overflowed and it fell into the glacier.
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