"Do you understand what they're saying?"
"No, but that's what I do. It worked the last time they tried it. "Be quiet for a moment and let me think," he answered. Flower tightened his grip on Anchorex's shirt. He began to look carefully down the road. The sound of the horses' hooves seemed to become a harsh murmur, interrupting his thoughts and discouraging him. He needed to listen! At any moment, the horses could rush towards the pike or the disguised barricade. on without any warning.
He could turn the car off the road, but that would be foolish; one of the horses would break a leg on something under the snow. Another option was to walk off the road and let the horses pull an empty wagon until someone noticed. For all he knew, they probably stayed there until daybreak. This can buy some time, but the gods only know how much time. Can demons be tracked by scent? And, it might scare wolves
Can't find them. On second thought, this isn't going to work - if no one holds the reins, the horse will stop.
By now, the demon's presence was faintly felt, and he was probably imagining it. They must be far away, maybe miles away. How long had he been on the road? The moon had dropped two or three times from the sky and had just risen to the treetops, so it had been a while. How far could a demon driven by an angry king travel that long? Or better yet, 30. Thirty men couldn't run well together; they had to march to keep in step. Could demons parade? He couldn't imagine.
If these whistles were signaling an attack, there were only two possibilities: sending knights to stop him, or being ambushed. Riders may carry lights to speed up their journeys, while a
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okles will see them coming. If they set up an ambush, they do so where there are already combatants, such as near a fort or village. A proper ambush takes time to orchestrate. They don't ride ten miles down the road and try it in the middle of nowhere.
The problem was, he had no idea if he was anywhere near a village. He couldn't smell wood smoke, but that didn't mean much if they were burning low coals or there was no fire in the first place.
"Father, will you protect me this time?" Flower asked, with an almost imperceptible hint of condemnation in his voice.
Androx glanced down at him in surprise. Flower's eyes were wide and pleading, his brows knitted with worry. He bit his lip, frowned, a dimple was exposed on his chin, and his white ears drooped, like a restless cat. He broke Androcles's gaze and continued to stare into the darkness.
Emotions ranging from annoyance to real hurt are mixed together, vying for dominance. Androx opened his mouth to reply harshly, then bit his tongue; so ungrateful! Maybe he shouldn't have protected him! How many times would Androx have to save his poor kid before that stupid kid had this idea? Little life? After everything he's been through, letting Androids walk through the wilderness in the dark to keep him safe and yet show such disrespect
But anger is false; hurt is the real emotion. Flower no longer believed he had what it took. At one time, his children thought he was unconquerable, but they saw that he was conquered and could be conquered again. The boy had good reason to doubt him.
Androx had good reason to doubt himself, but sitting here worrying about it wasn't doing anyone any good. The longer it stayed in his mind, the more real it became. If he lets it, he will relent.
He chose not to answer, so they rode in uncomfortable silence, hearing only the rumble of the horse and the rhythmic creak of the carriage.
Suddenly, the tangled, twisted brush on either side of the road gave way to open farmland. The darkness prevented him from seeing beyond the fence, but it was enough for him to know that he was heading towards another village. Probably a small one, but he had no way of knowing. The dark wall before him must have been a valley or a plain, though not even the light of a slave lamp could be seen. This is to be expected, after all, these people live in poverty. Who can afford to keep a fire burning all night?
Androchus slowed the horses, moving them from a slow trot to a walk. Or rather, he tried to; instead, the three of them stopped moving entirely. He realized he was pushing them too hard; they needed a break, and they were going to rest whether he liked it or not.
Without the sound of chariots or the trotting of horses, the darkness of the void swelled ominously in the moonless night, making Androcles feel as if the ogre Laphus himself had draped his rotting cloak over them. . The open countryside seemed to be an empty abyss, leaving them standing on a bit of dirt at the top of a cliff. The whole world disappeared without a trace.
"Dad, I'm scared," Flower said. "My legs can't run anymore. I'm going to die." The tremor in his voice suggested he was about to cry. The poor child was so exhausted that he could barely hold on to the knot. He has nothing.
Anklex was too nervous to process the desperation in his son's voice, and the boy's words stung him. "You're not going to die," he said, but his voice began to shake, so he pretended to cough until he got himself under control. “What good is a world without flowers?”
The flower bloomed in frustration. "Dad, I'm serious!"
In the distant silence, a quiet rumble came softly. However, Hua didn't notice this. It pressed its ears flatter, swung its tail weakly, and slapped Ankrex's calves over and over again.
Anchorex listened carefully for a while, but when he couldn't determine what the sound was—thunder? A river? "I happen to like flowers," he said. "In fact, it's one of my favorite things. As far as I know, you're the only one. Do you know any other boys named Flower?"
"That's stupid," the boy complained.
The rumbling grew louder, and soon Andros recognized what it was: a large herd of horses moving together. There was no doubt about it, after all the life he lived. The king did not order an ambush or send a patrol to hunt him down. He managed to raise a small army. Androx listened attentively, trying to estimate the number of people. Between 50 and 200? He couldn't tell. The horses were probably walking rather than trotting, with so many horses on the road in the dark. They must have thought they could sneak up on him. If his chariot was moving, he might have succeeded.
"Sweeper's ass," Androx murmured, "must love this country."
The flower listened intently and then said, "What?"
"He's not clearing the way. All the shit he's doing here, Flower! Everywhere I go in this devastated country, there's endless garbage on these God-forsaken roads. You hear The rumble was an army. The king woke them up and told them to come and get us."
The boy's eyes widened in horror, and he tightened his grip on Angelos before going limp. After a while, tears welled up in his eyes again and he closed them tightly. Anchorex felt that the boy's good leg was broken, managed to catch him, and slumped to the floor of the carriage.
"I won't let you die, so get this thought out of your head now. Got it? Get up, kid." A
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Okles helped Flower stand up, then wiped the tears from his cheeks with his thumb. He grabbed him tightly by the shoulders and said: "You cannot die unless you sing publicly in "Dikaia", save your father from the evil magic, and kill the prince. You are not allowed. I will not allow it." !Don’t you dare mess with me, kid. You know how angry I get.”
"Is this another joke?" Hua Ye asked with a frown.
"No, of course it's not a joke!" Have you forgotten Pepper and the others? You have to live if you want to see them again. Stand there for a while. "
Androclus hastily grabbed the blankets, rolled them into a ball, and placed them in front of the chariot. He had Flower kneel on a chair and rest his elbows on the railing to take the weight off his legs. When Androcles handed him the reins, the boy took them very hesitantly, perhaps hoping that a grand display would change his father's mind.
"Kneeling like this hurts my legs," Hua complained.
"How bad is it? Enough to make you cry?"
"No."
"Then deal with it. Put your weight on the other knee and rest on the arm. Hold on to the reins, don't drop them. Hold 'em, I say. Better. Now, if the horse moves, gently Pull back and make 'em stop. Pull back and make 'em stop. Got it?"
Hua nodded without raising her head.
"Very well. The king and his pets are far behind us, and they won't catch up to us soon. But if they do, pull the reins up and down and let the horses go. Do it again and let them go Go faster, or back up and let them slow down. If you let go, they should stay at the same speed. Got it?"
"Yes, but—" He tried to turn around, but Ankrex pushed him back, making sure he stayed where he was.
"There's no time to talk. Leave the chariot here unless you're in danger. I can't get so close or I'll scare the horses. They'll get hurt, or break the chariot, and we'll have to walk. I need to be farther away place to fight.”
"I'm scared," Flower said, his little voice shaking with sadness.
"I'll be right back." A
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Okles jumped over the railing with a spear in his hand. By the gods, this is crazy. One man faces an army. No doubt the stone cutter himself would have felt the bleeding, and came to watch, grinding the stones of his hidden kingdom, to see Ankles a second time. A
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okles shuddered.
He turned around and rushed into the dark and lonely road, but before he had taken ten steps, Hua screamed: "Dad, don't leave me alone! It's too dark! I can't do it! Daddy!"
Androx was so frustrated that he almost spat. He turned and shouted, "Quiet! No one knows you're there!" By the gods, can't this kid do his job? A
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Okles is fighting an endless, impossible war and all Hua has to do is kneel there and shut his damn mouth, it's too much for him. If A
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okles didn't drag this ungrateful man away in the first place, all this was unnecessary. For Arcos, who has a curved face, this is incomprehensible!
He turned and ran away again, hoping to escape the desperate wail that Hana was unable to swallow. The longer Androcles listened, the more likely it was that his anger would fade away, replaced by shame, and he didn't feel that way.
Androx didn't get very far before he had to slow down and see where he was going. The last thing he wanted to do was break his ankle and freeze in a ditch. He slowed to a careful trot, his eyes darting wildly over the dim road a step or two ahead.
After walking about two hundred steps, he found that he was distracted and his eyes were blurred. At least after a day like today, it was hard for him to tolerate the stress of such constant, diligent focus. No breakfast. Work. Have some lunch. Work. It looks beautiful sitting at a banquet. Killed dozens of savages. Riding in a chariot into the night.
He paused for a moment to see if he could still hear the flowers; he couldn't. Thank God for several reasons. God bless the kid just calmed down and it wasn't anything scary.
The quiet roar of the army was louder now and approaching. They rode along, but in the absence of any other sound, in the darkness, it roared like thunder in his ears.
Their slow pace prolonged his life at least that long. He has no plan; unleashes his fury and starts assassinating in the hope that he can drive them away. How long would his desire to kill last? He had never bothered to find out, nor had he any reason to. Could he keep the fire burning for half an hour? Long? There was no way one man could fight off an army of hundreds of men in a few minutes.
If they were acting, it wasn't an ambush. This meant he had a chance to ambush them. Go further away, hide somewhere on the side of the road, jump out of the car and start killing them before he's discovered. This was a better plan than marching in the middle of the road until they met. slightly.
In the darkness, he had a chance. They must have been wondering for whom the king needed an army. They would be nervous, riding slowly through the same oppressive darkness, looking for the threat behind every rock and fence post. In the chaos, they may not have realized he was a human being, especially when his rage brought down the first dozen men and their horses. Hearing the dying cries of their companions, they would have thought they had walked into a massacre. One half would be fumbling for a lamp, the other half would be holding a sword, so he'd have plenty of chaos to exploit.
He smiled bitterly to himself while imagining these details in his mind. He realized now that the bloodlust in him was astonishingly strong. His fingers clenched eagerly around the spear, and his nostrils itched in the cold air, sniffing in the scent of blood. The well of rage inside him roared as usual, burning all other emotions to cinders. Men do the same thing when they see their sons in pain.
He approached the side of the road, looking for a place to hide—a big rock, a tree stump, a ditch. In such deep darkness anything goes.
Instead, he found a missing section of the fence and, upon closer inspection, discovered a smaller path, just wide enough for a carriage. The main road was bare dirt, but this one was still covered in snow and almost invisible in the dark. He stooped and found hoof and wheel tracks slightly narrower than those of his carriage; this was a farmer's or woodcutter's road, leading to nothing.
Still, the woodcutter's path would lead deep into the forest, away from trouble, while the farmer's path might wind around the valley to the other side and meet other roads farther away. The main road ran roughly northeast, and this branch road branched off to the northwest; as long as he kept going north, Wolf Sca
Will eventually find him and guide him away.
By morning that army would crowd the land like rats driven out of a granary, but they could see no better in the dark than he could. If he slipped through their fingers now, he would be safe until dawn, or maybe longer.
Since no one was around to see him, he breathed a sigh of relief, almost to the point of relief. Facing an army alone is a form of arrogance that can lead to death, and it is deserved. The gods will bless you. They hate this kind of thing.
He turned and ran back as fast as he had come. Androcles did not see the horse until he was very close, when its figure jumped out of the darkness and startled him. "Change of plans!"
Flower hid his head in his arms on the railing, but when he heard Androx's voice he jumped up and took up the reins with an expression of concern, for the boy was so pale that So you can't see it. "What happened?" he asked nervously.
"I found another path and we can sneak out." A
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Okles climbed onto the carriage, grabbed the reins, and pulled them up firmly before the boy could move. "It's on the left. I need you to help me find it again. Watch out for the fence opening."
This time, the horses started to move, although they weren't happy about it. He had to tug at the reins a few times before they realized he meant business. Once he was in motion, the sound of the approaching army was drowned out by the creak of axles and the rumble of wheels and horses' hooves. As a result, the night becomes darker and more dangerous.
Flower knelt still, but sat as straight as he could, watching the road carefully as instructed.
"I like this plan better," Hua said in a forced conversational tone.
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Okles smiled and replied: "Me too, kid. I didn't leave you because I wanted to. Let me know when you see the opportunity."
"I think I can barely see it. Is it just a missing piece of wood?"
"Maybe. The road was covered in snow, so it looked like an opening in the fence. I didn't see it until I was standing on it."
"I thought I saw it. It was right there," Flower said. He added calmly: "I hope we can fall asleep soon. I'm so tired, I don't feel well. I've had a big day."
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Okles snorted with laughter.
"I don't think I can hold on any longer."
"I know."
When the horses refused to turn onto the snow-covered path, Androx almost yelled at them in frustration. No matter how hard he whipped the reins, they wouldn't budge.
"Dad, they will catch us!" I can hear them..." Xiaohua said.
"Calm down. They're not here yet," Androx said. He jumped out of the chariot and started slapping their buttocks from the side so they wouldn't kick him. This works. The horses stomped reluctantly onto the snow, snorting unhappily as he jumped back into the carriage. The snowy road somewhat muffled the sounds of their journey, giving him a glimmer of hope amid the fear and despair he'd been trying to ignore. They might run away. very close.
They walked less than fifty steps on the snowy road when Hua whispered: "I saw them!" He pulled Angelus's trouser leg to attract his attention, then squatted down and reluctantly climbed over the railing. Take a peek.
Androx stopped the car and turned to look. The road was too far away for him to see, but he heard clearly. They were riding so close that he couldn't get a clear idea of how many there were, but that also meant they had to be riding close enough. "Your eyesight isn't very good, kid. That's not fair at all."
He dropped the reins, seized the spear again, jumped down, and stood a pace or two behind the cart. "Tell me, someone seems to be coming our way," he whispered.
He smiled with satisfaction as hope grew as the first soldiers rode through the crossing without slowing down. He and Flower stood silently, barely breathing, waiting for the troops to arrive. Ankerex did his best to count them, but since he didn't see them, he could only say that there were probably more than three hundred, less than six.
"Dad, two of them!" Just down the road! Flower whispered, loud enough to sound like a scream.
Androx snorted in frustration; he dared hope this wouldn't happen. Those two are unlikely to be a problem, but the noise of the fight might attract more people. And then more. And then the rest is like ants dropping honey. He whispered back: "Is there anyone waiting for them behind?"
"Daddy, I can't go anywhere! I can't hide!" Flower said in a nervous and desperate whisper.
"You don't have to do this. I'll take care of it. Is there anyone waiting for them on the way?"
"I don't know... I don't think so."
"Very well. Hold the reins and stop the car."
"I don't know where to go!"
"Don't go anywhere! Shut up now!" After saying this, Androx ran out of time.
The snow crunched harshly with every step he took, and he could only hold on tight and hope they didn't hear. He crouched on the ground on the left side of the road so that his first strike could pass through their sword arms. He squatted down and looked like a stone, motionless. He only had a moment to silence them; a stab to the neck or midsection would do, but he only had one chance. in the darkness.
a chance. The scream of any one rider would end it all. A scream. There was a long pause between each hoofbeat, and Androx waited breathlessly.
The flower sobbed softly in horror from her closed mouth. He must have been frightened out of his wits, just sitting there watching the soldiers walk by. Where was Aguna when they needed her?
The knights seemed to emerge from the veil into his field of vision, and the darkness opened to let them pass. They rode side by side, swords drawn from their scabbards resting on their shoulders. They showed no sign of noticing him, and even when they saw the carriage they stopped only two steps away from him. The closer of the two pointed forward and said: "Be careful, that's..."
Androx rose as quickly as the wind, and the soldier's words were met by a vicious stab in his gut, just above the right hip, and into his chest.
He blessed the darkness that hid him, carefully drew out the spear, and let the man stay in the saddle a moment longer. He quickly circled behind the two horses and stabbed the other before realizing the danger.
The man's horse kicked him. Androx didn't see this coming.
The blow hit his left bicep and slipped, crushing his ribs under his sternum. He lost his balance and stumbled, but regained his balance. Only the sudden loss of air in his lungs kept him from shouting in agony and shock. His eyes watered and his guts squirmed inside him.
The first man stumbled in the saddle due to the horse's sudden movement, gasping for air. He waved his arms to his friend and tried valiantly to stay in the saddle.
Androx had no time to worry about his injuries. He held his breath, not letting the pain affect his aim, and crept around behind the other horse, this time out of reach of its hooves. The second man turned to his friend and asked: "Dorothy?"
Androcles was now in position, gritting his teeth and thrusting his spear forward against the roaring pain in his sides. The injury caused his muscles to spasm and made him unable to aim. The spear did not penetrate the man's waist, but scraped against the leather armor and slipped to the side.
The soldier twisted in his saddle and finally saw him. As he pulled on the reins, he shouted: "Come here! He is here!" "Praise the gods," the man was so frightened that he couldn't cry out, but spoke weakly.
He waved his sword casually, but Androcles was leading his horse in a circle, trying to stay on his left, and the swing was not coming near him.
Time never comes again. Focus and will forced his muscles to obey and he pushed several times in rapid succession. This time, the bullet hit accurately, piercing both sides of his body deeply.
The soldier let out a bubbling hiss from his burst lungs and instinctively doubled over, every muscle in his body tensing.
Androcles stabbed him again, lifted him from the saddle with his spear, and threw him to the ground. The man hit the shallow snow with a thud, and Androx gave him a final hard jab in the throat to keep him safe.
Another rider turned the horse's head and led it back to the road, but the horse only made it a few steps before collapsing roughly on the snow.
Androcles stabbed him twice, then dropped his spear. He endured the severe pain in his ribs, held back his tears, and carried the man's dying body into the snow a few steps away from the road. When he did the same thing to another man, he was still in pain despite his training. He felt dizzy from breathing so shallowly.
He forced himself to take a few painful deep breaths, his eyes watering from the pain. He suppressed a cry, grabbed the reins, and led the horse into the carriage. After all, there's no reason not to keep them. He couldn't help but bend over, gritted his teeth, and endured the severe pain from his waist to his elbow. He put his hands on the back rail of the carriage and locked his elbows, hoping it would relieve some of the pressure. But to no avail.
Hua whispered: "Dad, are you okay?"
Androx gasped: "Is there... anyone else coming?" His insides were twitching and he couldn't say a word.
The boy looked across the road quickly and worriedly and said, "There were a few people down there talking, and one of them pointed, but they just stayed there."
"How come those bastards...didn't hear him shout?"
Just then, the first car stopped. when he yelled. He was the one talking to everyone else,” Flower said.
Androx bent over, placing his hands on his knees and locking his elbows to take the weight off his ribs. Hopefully they weren't too broken and pushed out of position. He needed to check it out, but give it time and attention first. If he could last that long. He should. He didn't think he was bleeding inside.
Seeing this, Flower held out his hands, as if he wanted to help but didn't know where to start. He said: "Dad! What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I got kicked by...a horse, kid. It hurts my heart. Give me a moment. Then let's...go and hope they don't...come after us."
"There's a trail ahead," Flower said.
"I'd rather not walk."
"No, it's for the horses!"
Androx looked up at him, trying not to frown. "make sense."
"We could tie the horses there so they'd think our men went down that trail!" I saw footprints and stuff on it. "
"Boy, that was..." Ankerex stood up, almost whimpering. From the sounds of it, most of the army had already passed. Before dawn, all he had to worry about were the people waiting on the road. Also his ribs and Flower's legs, and whether the king had ordered Agun and Galbi to be beheaded. "You're too young to be that smart."
He forced a smile, and Hana smiled back lightly, but it didn't lessen the worry in his eyes.
It was only about twenty steps from the path, and he let Hua drive the carriage to get used to it. Miraculously, although the boy asked A
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okles promised he would crash but he drove the car on the road anyway, it was a bad idea and he was scared.
As Androcles tied the soldiers' horses to a fence near the sidewalk, a bright light in the sky briefly cast a dappled shadow on the snow at their feet. He looked up at the source and saw Wolf scab
Flying overhead, his heart pounded.
His excitement immediately turned to fear as he realized that the last thing he needed was a light to let the troops know where he was. Broken ribs meant a short battle if a few soldiers followed the Wolf Scar's light to find them. Androcles muttered a curse under his breath and tried to drive the fairy away with his thoughts.
Wolf Sca
It flew towards the road and stopped. It looked like he was investigating the situation and may not have seen them.
Flower shouted, trying to keep her voice somewhere between loud and quiet. "Wolfsca
!it's here!"
Androchus hurriedly drove him away, whispering: "If he comes, they will see us!"
Flowers cannot stay quiet. He dropped the reins and limped off.
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Okles tried to catch him, but the boy's ribs kept him from following. He hissed under his breath: "Stay here!"
"I know! I'm just taking a look!" Hua said, taking a few tentative steps on the road.
Wolf Scar flew straight to the road and stopped again, about fifteen steps away from the ground. Standing so far away, it was impossible to see what he was doing, but he seemed to be spinning around in the air, looking at the surrounding scenery.
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How could the okles attract the attention of the fairies without alerting the soldiers? Judging from the faint flash of light on their helmets, it seemed that a group of them had stopped in a daze. They don't simply shrug and keep riding.
When he remembered that there was still something he could do, he whispered to the flower: "When he looks here, cover your eyes. Got it? Or pretend you're hiding. We want him to come, but not When he's shining. He can turn it off."
Androx gave the faintest hint of his murderous intent as Flower nodded to indicate he was ready. Only the amount seeped out without him realizing it, that's all. It took more concentration than he expected. Opening these doors brings with it a day of chaos that tries to rush out like a flood. The pain from the broken ribs didn't help either.
Satisfied, he retracted his murderous intent and they watched in horror as Wolfe sca
. At first the fairy made no sign that he noticed, but after a while he began to drift in their direction. Androx quickly covered his eyes and made a big move.
Flower pointed at the army, covered his eyes, pointed at himself, crouched down, and hid under his hands. He repeated this motion several times, and if Androx wanted to bend up or down, he would follow his lead. Hope this is enough. Via biorthogonal path - clearer, make it adequate. Let the wolf scare
Come to them in hiding, or don't come at all.
The fairy stopped wandering. He didn't even know which way he was facing, let alone if he could see them. After a moment of silence, Wolf Scar floated toward the road again, shining like the brightest stray star. Androcles revealed only a few hints of his murderous intentions, praying not to scare the horses.
Wolf Sca
Soaring straight into the sky, flying south at an extremely fast speed, disappearing under the real starry sky. Either the plan succeeded, or it was a wolf scare
They were not seen in the first place; the gods knew it.
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Okles found that it was possible to feel relieved and disappointed at the same time.
"Why..." Flower whimpered, heartbroken. "Oh, dad, he..."
"He will turn around. He must have seen us," said Androcles, although he did not believe it.
Hua's voice was a little too loud, "But he has already left! He left too fast..."
Father and son scanned the horizon, hoping to see him again, but soon determined that the fairy had left.
Lost, tired, hurt, and quickly losing the last of his enthusiasm, Androx realized how much he needed a guide. Finally he said: "Well, now that he knows about the army, he will find out that we are no longer with the king. He will come back and next time we will be far enough away to shout. We Let's do it." Even so, he found it difficult to emotionally leave Sky and tie up the decoy horse.
"He ran so fast!" It looked like he just 'blinked' and then disappeared. Like lightning. "
"He has to do that to keep following us. But I bet he's cold. Let's keep quiet for a while, just in case."
Tying the horse to the fork in the path, Androcles pulled Flower back into the carriage and picked up the reins. With a snap, they began their journey again, and only the gods knew where they went.
Whatever use the decoy horses had, they might never learn it; the fork had disappeared from Flower's sight before the Army men came to investigate. If the gods had smiled on the last Agapatis, the soldiers would have completely forgotten about the path, but such good fortune is unreliable.
After a short walk on the snow-covered road with no one chasing them, Androll told Flower to lie down and get some rest. The boy slumped down sullenly on the messy bed of blankets, finally settling down. He held his knees with both hands, apparently to stop his injured leg from being pushed back and forth, and muttered to himself, "Why is everything going wrong?"
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Okles chuckled and said, "How could that be?"
Unsatisfied, I spent moving around the floor trying to find a more comfortable position without much luck. Androcks knew from experience how difficult it was to rest with a knife wound; Flower was going to have a tough week or two next, poor guy.
The boy shuffled around a few more times, finally resting his shoulders and head against the wall of the chariot. It looked worse than lying there curled up, but there he was. Flower sighed in resignation and dropped his arms to his sides.
They rode like this for a while. Maybe half a mile, maybe more - impossible to see in the dark. The still, cold air was filled with the strong smell of beef mutton, and Androx wanted to know how many cows they had. The rugged terrain of the Glory region leaves little room for growing grains, and open pastures are almost unheard of except by the wealthiest landowners. Even with the Republic Navy's overseas trade routes, he rarely got any kind of meat outside of festivals. Except, of course, what the army seized during raids; this was one of the main demands for enlistment. Why the gods would give the worst lands to the best people, no one could understand.
Out of nowhere, the flower screamed like a blessing from the goddess Abrasha. He twisted and kicked in every direction, then jumped up, nearly jumping out of the chariot, then fell again, kicking his back into the wall. Androcles himself was so frightened that he nearly fell from his chariot, and the horses hunched over their harnesses and tried to escape.
Trying not to panic, Ankerix pulled his horse to a stop. "Flower! What's wrong? Talk to me!" he shouted over and over, but no one paid attention. The horses neighed and refused to obey. They twisted their necks and looked around, their eyes flashing with fear, and they pulled the horses defiantly. Halter.
His son was strangely tearing at his shirt and thrashing about in the chariot as if he were trying to escape his own skin. "Yes!" was all he could say before he screamed again. That scream expressed a lifetime of fear and pain, and all thoughts fled before it.
Androcles struggled to suppress the white panic that suddenly appeared in his mind. Is it dead? His spirit collapsed under pressure? Go to death, the army! They will definitely hear. He pulled the reins hard, or the horse stopped or fell. They stopped.
He knelt down, covered the boy's mouth with his hands, made his scream quietly, and tried to pull him so that he could see what happened.
Boy disagrees. He twisted his body fiercely and wanted to escape, holding his chest with his hands, as if he wanted to pull out his heart. His eyes opened greater, full of fear and despair. When he tried to inhale with his nose, he seemed to be unable to absorb enough air, and Anjack had to let go of his nose so that he could breathe. Fraul sucked too hard. He was choked and spit out. Before he had time to scream, Android covered the boy's mouth again with his hands.
Wolf Sca
Shouting: "I'm just very cold! Don't pull me!"
When the fairy's little bird passed into their ears, the father and son stunned and opened his eyes wide. Fraul trembled his hand out of his shirt, revealing a creep mass below. The light blue light that is almost invisible through the fabric.
"Wolfsca
? They asked at the same time.
The thing twisted again, and finally drilled into a piece of cloth near Fraul's waist. "I'm too cold, not even greeting. I need to warm up first. No one sees me. I know your hand means this. This is my decision."
Fraul seemed to be relieved, almost crying. He even smiled barely, but smiled too short, not as sincere. His voice became very pitiful, and he explained: "I just think this cold thing grabbed my shirt and walked in. I thought it was a cold hand grasping my heart, just like the shadow The same came out! "
The wolf scar didn't seem to notice the panic he caused. He said, "Can you put your hand on me and make me warm?"
"You feel like a snowball!"
"I really feel like a snowball!" Make me warm! Fairy complained.
Flowers put their hands on the lumps on the shirt, and gently tightened the fairy. He shivered and smiled so brightly, looking as if he was making a ghost. A drop of tears flowed down his cheeks, and Android wiped his tears, trying to shrink as much as possible when he stretched out his arms. Drop one drop. A
d
Okles also wiped these.
A
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Okles said, "Xiaohua, I allow you to scratch him once when he doesn't expect. He scared you like that, is it?"
Thinking of this prospect, Fralor's smile was brighter. "Yeah! I'm even more scared than the prince. I think I'm going to die."
"This is not fair! Wolf SCA
Speaking sharply. "You can wear a lot of clothes, Dad is even like a bear like a bear!" I flew everywhere! You can only tease me once. Dad said! "
In order not to hurt the ribs, Andolks slowly stood up and made the horse move. He shook his head and sighed; things one after another. There is no doubt that some people heard Frace's voice. A child screaming and survival will attract people's attention in any case, and the child's voice is too loud. Perhaps the army has gone far away, and did not notice that Fraul's shout covered their own horses. Perhaps a big bird will fly over to bring them to a safe place, and a group of beautiful girls will come to play Qixianqin.
The wolf scars rose up and poked out from Fraul's collaboration. The pale light of the fairy immediately illuminated the inside of the chariot, and Ankrex saw a large blood on the bandage of the flower. This needs to be dealt with immediately, but where does he go to find a needle? Burn the wound to solve the problem, but Andrex has seen too much ulcer wound. However, he may have no choice.
The flowers were erected with white ears and asked carefully: "Wolf SCA
You find peppe
Are he still alive? "
"Guess what, flower!" Guess where he was? The demon grabbed him. Did Dad tell you? But I found him, he was still alive, and all parts of his body were intact. He was tied to a small hole. They don't feed him or give him water, I think he is too sad. But I let the old guy take good care of him, because Peroper was the son of Andrekles, and I was terrible, so he was better to take good care of him. I said you are coming, if he is still like this, they will be sad. I told Peroper what you said, dad. So I found him, but far from here. He said he missed everyone too. He is really sad. By the way, the devil promises not to eat him. I asked him to agree. "
Despite hearing that the boy was still alive, Andau Rockels was relieved, but when he was listened to the fairy's words, his mood became darker than the night around. He only saw that the poor little peppers were tied up by the iron chain, cold and lonely, crying while crying for food and water, while being ridiculed and abused by the demon. The skinny child was hung up because of hunger and torture. The picture in his mind made him unbearable. Once he fixed, he couldn't get rid of it. It pierced his body like a stabbing arrow, and every time he moved, it stabbed it.
Ankrex whispered: "It is best not to hurt him for those goats, otherwise I will kill them one. I want to destroy them, even if I have to return to Dica and find a army to do it to do it to do it to do it. This is the matter. I am serving civilization and the gods. I may still do this because I abducted him at the beginning. They have taken away from me. "
The wolf scar jumped out of the flower shirt and hovered two feet away from Anjiez. He looked worried and crossed his arms. "Dad, what about Saf Faf?"
"I finally killed him. It is difficult for him to find it, Diana won't let him find it easily."
"You're better, don't!" I don’t want you to do this! Wolf SCA
Shouting provocatively. "It's really painful to make him alive!"
For a while, the two of them were locked, but the little blue fairy did not retreat and did not remove her eyes. On the contrary, his face became more and more severe, because he did his best efforts to make himself daunting.
"Wolfsca
You know what kind of people they are. You saw the scene played by Agena and Diana. Do you want to see that Safe grows up like that? "
"I don't want you to hurt him!" The wolf scar shouted loudly, and his voice was too loud that he closed his eyes.
When they ride a horse, Androps did his best to imagine and prepare every possible situation, but he never thought of arguing with a glowing, flying naked boy. No matter what he will happen in the future, he owes a fairy. The more he thinks, the heavier the debt.
He sighed and said, "If this is what you want, then I won't hurt him. I owe you more than that. Whether I want to kill the remaining people, Sev will survive. Unless I will survive. One day he became a mad warrior. I promise you. "
Wolf Sca
The attitude immediately eased, and his face had a gentle expression of a woman. He said: "Thank you Dad."
"You know, I don't want you to kill the rest of the people." The orphan Patus's voice said clearly, as if God stood in the car with them. Andrex immediately recognized it.
The three of them looked at each other in surprise, and then looked around, trying to see where the sound came from. Andrew held the reins and let the horse stop. Fraul stood up and looked out outside the car.
The wolf scars flew around this area. His weak blue light illuminated the area, obviously only two of them. There is no God at all. There is only a small road covered with snow, with a few carriage footprints on it, on one side is the fence, and the other side is open fields.
He frowned and said, "If they hurt my son, what do you do if you give me the son you take care of? Or what if they do not put him back if they do not resist? How many people can I kill?"
No answer; on the contrary, they encountered the silence of the night. Thinking of the screams of the army and flowers, Andrekleus quickly raised the Malaysia. The wolf scars flew in front of the chariot for a while, illuminating the road, and the horses appreciated this.
Although this will make their trip much easier, Andrekles does not want to be risky to be seen, because the army is so close and created so much noise. He said: "Wolf SCA
, Put on his shirt and climb back. We don't want you to be seen. "
"Huh? Fairy said, turning around and facing him. He was biting a fingertips, but he was left -handed instead of his right hand. His right arm ...
Consciousness passes through Andolocus's brain like a bullet on the slingshot. The other arms of the fairy disappeared -it broke on the remains above the elbow. "What about your arm?!"
