"Put down the gun, slave!" Put it down at once! said the skinny, bald farmer, holding a sickle in each hand. He didn't dare leave his companions, but he did his best to look scary.
Androx was unimpressed. There were only eight people? How did they know who he was? If they knew, why were there only eight? The whole valley was dotted with farms. There must be dozens of them around! Only one of them carries a sword, and he doesn't speak. He was as haggard as the others; his woolen clothes hung loosely from his limbs, all the fine dyes and embroideries stained with the grime of a season.
Androcles looked down at them with all his contempt, took a step forward, and to his credit, not one of them stepped back. Instead, they crowded closer and waved their farm tools at him more threateningly.
They were just a few steps away, close enough that he could jump over and stab at least one to death before they could possibly react, and they probably knew it. Or at least, he would have died if his arms and ribs hadn't been broken. The thing is, they can clearly see the thick bandages on both arms, and only a fool wouldn't know what that means. Even a penniless barbarian peasant wielding a wooden ax in greeting to an old Filer war veteran could guess how serious the wound was beneath the layers of bandages.
"Put down the gun!" I don't want to say it again! said the bald farmer. Is he the clan leader? Do they have a clan leader here? A
d
Okles realized that even though he had been the king's slave for half a season, he had no idea how the peasants were organized.
A
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Okles sighed and said, "I don't know how the news got out in front of me so quickly, but you want to take me back to the king, right?" They didn't explain, but they didn't look like highwaymen. .
"We will not tolerate runaways here. You will have no peace until you return to your place. Put down your spears and we will not defeat you and them." The leader said, moving a little further down the road. At one o'clock the Androl family nodded.
"Oh, well, how could I refuse? What a generous offer," Androx said, tightening his grip on the spear. He watched them strengthen under his gaze. "If I put down my spear, you promise not to hit me?" Unbelievable. "
Looking at them, he had to admit that they were much stronger than he thought. They had none of the natural flattery expected of men of low birth, at least not to him. Androx knew he looked dangerous at the best of times, let alone now. Now, with his shaggy hair and beard falling across his bare chest, he must have looked terrifying. However, they didn't back down, nor did they joke with each other to boost their courage.
He relaxed his posture. "Listen, kids, I've had a rough few days. I'm not in the mood for games right now. You can't catch me, we both know that. I guess you heard that I escaped from the king?"
They neither relaxed nor answered. One of them said: "Spear."
"I will not lay down my spear, nor will I let you take me away. Haven't you heard how I escaped?"
"Last chance, slave!" hissed the bald one.
A
d
okles really hoped that Ash the Wolf or Bobby the Deer would follow him so they could at least do something good and help him intimidate these people. Instead, they chose to wander around the carriage, looking harmless. Stupid beast.
"Didn't your king warn you to beware of me? Maybe he said what I did when I went out? Because if he doesn't like you, he must not like you very much." I killed a roomful of his nobles. Even the prince and I couldn't escape after fighting. "He knew he should share Flower's responsibility, but he didn't want to mix things up, so he didn't. "Your king ran out like a little boy who was afraid of being beaten, so he was still alive after making me angry. . Well guys, let me ask you this, if your king can't oust me along with his nobles, why would you want to?"
He could see in their eyes the movement of their minds as they considered what he was telling them. Androcks could guess what kind of stress they were under, living in poverty in a place where the ground was frozen half the year. Its harvests must have been worse than the bad soil of the famous "glorious lands." Poor women and children toiled in the fields just as much as the men did, or else starved to death. The king was only a distant and uncertain threat—hunger was not. He might as well remind them.
"I only kill those who deserve it. It doesn't have to be you. You are just farmers, not soldiers. Go back to farming. Otherwise, you will all die here, and your women and children will slowly die, waiting for you on your farm Out of business. Do you think your king will feed them?"
The one who talked the most was the bald man, and there was something in his eyes. A
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Okles did not continue to speak, but chose to wait. If the thought stings them, it's best to let it sink in a little.
A man with a round face and slightly darker hair than the others said: "There is another way." The man licked his lips and swallowed, as if his mouth suddenly became dry. He stared directly into Angelus's eyes, but seemed to be looking into his past. There didn't seem to be a valley where the men stuttered and stared at the ground. "Go that way. You can cross a ford. Go back over the bridge and follow the road to the end of the fence, then turn left into the snow. It'll take you along the foothills there, which is nice It's pretty smooth until you get to the road on the other side. Follow the clearing, don't go into the woods. It's a bit longer, but you never meet us, and the footprints in the snow will prove it."
Androchus looked at them for a moment, seeing once again that they were men who would not cower. Still, he could guess from their hesitation that they might anger the king if anyone found out they were letting him pass.
“Is the ground under the snow safe for horses? People stay on the roads for a reason. "
"The fields are as relaxed and green as you'll find anywhere. Your horse will be fine."
Androchus stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out his ruse. He could find nothing, and fighting in his current state was more dangerous than taking a detour. He nodded and said, "That's what I'll do. You will be surprised to find that men rarely listen to reason these days," he said. He gave them a sly half-smile - he was trying to be friendly, but they didn't respond. They were expressionless and cautious. "You won't stab me as soon as I turn around, will you?"
"Let's go," said the bald man. The round-faced man added: "The sooner the better."
"Very well." He turned, straightened his back, and, undaunted, put down his spear and walked back to his family. He couldn't believe this was happening. After leaving Dikaya, he gave the enemy a chance to survive almost every battle, but never succeeded. Not once, until now. He wasn't even sure what to feel. Should he be proud, or nervous? "You can put down your shield, Gorgon. Flower, roll up the blanket and put it away. Gabby, you go get the furs."
There wasn't much to pack, but it was better than nothing, and Androcles didn't want to drop the spear in case it was a trap. Farmers didn't seem like the type to lie, but who knew? Since when had he been able to sweet talk his way out of trouble? Most importantly, it made him feel a little civilized again.
"Gabby, we're leaving. Stop playing with those sticks and get going," he said, trying not to sound stern. Too much and she'll feel bad, too little and she'll sit There. He stared at her until she put down what she was making with the twigs and got up to get the fur.
The huge red deer glanced at him again, and he believed it must be his imagination. They stared at each other for a moment. "Then you make her move." The stag stared at him for a while, then blew quietly and continued to eat old leaves on a vine it found in the snow. Ash, Galbi's wolf, ignored him and stared around as usual.
Androchus turned again to let them go, but they had already turned back toward the house a mile or two down the road.
Wolf Sca
The little head from Agu
e's collar poked out, looking like he was wearing a sparkling blue necklace. "I have the final say about the roads!" he complained. "I am the one who has the right to say this!"
Aguna patted him on the chest and said, "Of course, you darling. Why don't you go and see if you can find that road they say and see where it leads? We'll have to take some time to prepare."
The little fairy crawled out, one by one, until he turned over and sat on her breast, stretching his wings out. "No one is allowed to leave until I come back!" he ordered, facing Agun and An.
d
okles wagged his finger.
"Then hurry up."
Wolf Scar froze and gave him a nervous look.
"I'm kidding. We'll wait."
Gods, what a beautiful morning. It was a terrible night for Androx. Children always fidget when they go to bed, but it usually doesn't bother him. Last night, however, every time Flower moved his arm or bumped Andrew with his knee, Andrew would wake up from some unpleasant, agitated dream that would immediately disappear from his mind. All he could remember of these dreams was the feeling of balancing on an edge, of something teetering on the edge, ready to tip this way or that. The persistent burning sensation in his arms didn't make him particularly relaxed either. Restless children, injuries and disturbing dreams seemed to be his destiny.
Just after breakfast, Gabby's wolf sounded an alarm, causing her hawk to fly into the sky and disappear. The men heard this and stopped in the middle of the road, giving Androcles time to get up, take up his spear and face them. That's all resolved now, hopefully, but it feels like the day has already started to go downhill and things will only get worse from here.
"Aguna, since we have a while to leave, I want you to open my arms and see how they are healing." Ankerex said, sitting carefully on the edge of the carriage. He stretched his arms forward expectantly.
Agun glanced at him hesitantly, then quickly glanced at Gabby and Flower. "Do you think I'm just going to be obedient because you want something?"
"If you know what's good for you, you do it, woman."
She ran a hand through her flat brown hair, and Androl suddenly realized that she had been worrying about this. First, she didn't get a quick, unpleasant answer, which was a bad sign.
He spoke almost without realizing he was doing it, suddenly feeling the need to comfort her. "It shouldn't be that bad. They don't hurt as much and I feel better. The injury is fading."
"Injured and sick?" Galbi asked, tiptoeing into the conversation.
"Yes, a serious injury can make you feel sick, like a fever or a stomach bug. You usually don't notice it until it starts to fade."
"How does it affect you?"
"It makes me cranky and irritable."
Gabby glanced sideways at him, thoughtfully, then shifted her weight.
Aguun smiled and snorted, and said: "Okay, Ogre, let's see how much time you have left. Ga
bi, take your hands away. I don't want you to accidentally pull the stitches apart, so let me do it. "
Flower threw the blanket he was holding into the carriage casually, walked over quietly, and watched from a suitable distance. Androx could tell he was nervous, and he had every reason to be. If there was a mess underneath the package, the boy would never forget the sight, especially if Anderkless died from his blood turning sour in the next day or two. But Androx couldn't just tell him not to look, otherwise he would sit out of sight, imagining things a thousand times worse than reality, and then spend the entire day in pain and possibly nightmares.
However, as Aguna began to undo the bandages, Gabby leaned closer and watched with great concern. This was no easy task—the blood-soaked cloth stuck to the skin and sutures, and it had to be peeled off slowly. It tore away at the scars, tugging roughly at any knots or threads Gabby had left behind, let alone the skin itself, making him acutely aware of every mark the demon's claws had left on his body. Watching only made things worse, so Androcles looked away until she had used up his right arm.
The cold air licked at the newly exposed skin, sending a chill through his bones and making him shiver suddenly. The flower trembled with fear, then gritted her teeth and moved closer to see more clearly. The boy's bright red cheeks were tinged with a little green, probably Androx's imagination.
The wound complained of coldness and stung like vinegar. It reminded him of a spider web, and countless icy sting marks drew intricate patterns up and down his exposed right arm.
"Well, it wasn't as bad as I expected," Agna said emotionlessly. It wasn't as bad as he had imagined - the stitches were still holding together, the skin wasn't torn, and the redness wasn't deep enough to look like a disease. The wound stank, as one would expect, but not like rot; as far as he could tell, not at all. Like old blood and bandages.
"Did you see pus? Rot?" he asked.
"There are some." Aguna said. She poked the area that stung like inflammation and said, "Hua, bring me a piece of cloth."
Despite having expected it, her words felt a bit like a death sentence and he couldn't deny the fear building inside him. He knew that dying of an injury was a waste, and while his wounds rarely festered and were never serious, a man's luck could only last so long. It was a risk that every soldier was aware of - more of them died of fever than were impaled by a spear in battle. Sometimes he talks nonsense, sometimes he is silent. Usually accompanied by whimpering gasps, strange noises came from the middle of the camp at night, like Nikon. It's usually a relief when the noise stops, but not this time.
Flower handed the cloth to Aguna and she poked it around to soak up the seeping fluid. Any area that was thicker or redder than other areas, she would squeeze to see if it was filled with pus. Most of the time this is not the case, but not always. The rot is spreading, but it's too early to tell if he'll survive.
"If it had been this bad in a few days, I probably would have survived," he said, mostly for the benefit of his children. However, Aguna's face showed the most excited expression. The frown on her face, combined with her windblown cheeks, didn't tell him whether she believed it or not.
"Take a jar, both of you, and fill it up in the stream. Don't fall in!" said Argen.
"I got the cloth," Flower complained.
"Don't say it. Go ahead," Agun said, less enthusiastically than expected. The children each took a large water bottle and walked towards the stream. They walked so close that they might have held hands if their arms hadn't been full. Flower's tail swished behind him, as if he was trying to grab a tail with it that Gabby didn't have. Poppy the Stag and Ash the Wolf stood up and followed them.
After they had talked for a long time, Androx said, "So what do you want to say? How bad is it?"
"Um?"
"Don't you want to say something they shouldn't hear?"
"Oh? No, it's not that. I really need water to wash this and I don't want to have to do it myself," she said. She seemed lost in her thoughts, almost sounding distant.
Maybe it was his deepest fear, but he found himself feeling uneasy for her. He wanted to say something comforting, but his mind was in turmoil. "Our baby is beautiful, isn't it?"
"Oh, that's them, Andrew. Each of them is a whole world. Such precious little things..."
"They always look so small from a distance," he said.
Aguna smiled slightly and said: "From a distance, everything seems insignificant."
"No, I mean-"
"I know what you mean, you stupid bastard."
"I mean, when they're in front of you, they take up your entire field of vision. When Gabby wants to talk, you can barely look at anything else. But when you see them from a distance, you You realize how small they are. How fragile they are," he said. "Look at them. They can barely move those cans."
He wasn't sure what he wanted to say, and neither was Argon. But she was listening, and the words came from a real place, moving toward some kind of wisdom. "You know, it always saddens me to see an exposed child, even a girl from a poor family. I can logically understand having a mouth that can't be fed, or a dowry that can never be paid. I would Angry for wasting time. But it's always out of jealousy. Della won't give it to me and these people throw it out like a pile of rotten vegetables. Every once in a while I come across a dead baby , I don’t know why I got mad. It happened four or five times. You know, I’ve never seen a live one up close? I didn’t even know what to expect.”
Androx took a moment to collect his thoughts. The children walked to the stream and filled the jars, although it took too much time and effort. It looked like they were trying not to get their shoes wet.
He smiled happily and said: "Aguna, the kids look weird too. Gabby's spine is curved, making her look like a sausage with legs, and Flower's knees are the fattest I've ever seen." , the prettiest. They both look ridiculous when they run. The foal standing up for the first time is more graceful than them. How can you not love these cute little things? I just wish they weren't so skinny."
Aguna's face began to brighten. She said: "Sausage?"
"Yeah, she's shaped like a sausage from the side. She's bent like this," he traced in the air with his finger. "Don't you see?"
She grinned and watched the children walk back. "I'm going to tell her you said that."
"Don't you dare. What do you think she'll do? I guess it depends on how you say it. Make it sound like you're congratulating her and she'll take it as a compliment."
"I doubt it. She's too smart to do that. She would feel insulted and not know why."
The children had to hold the jar with both arms, which made walking more difficult. They can't rest their shoes on their legs or stomachs because they splash with every step. Regardless, they still spent some money, just not on themselves. How can they make something so simple look so difficult?
"You know, Gorgon, I really don't want to die," he said. He originally said it casually, but the emotion of this sentence was much heavier than what he wanted to say, and he was almost speechless. He forced a smile and added in a cheerful voice: "I had so much fun here that I don't want to leave now."
"Oh, it was one feast and another, ogre. It was a pleasant time," Argon said, her biting sarcasm returning. She sighed and added: "I'm so angry that I never got to see your shabby house. I always thought I had another child. It could never replace the one I lost, but... just one more child one."
"I probably won't die."
Argon gave him a displeased look, then turned to his other side and began to untie his left arm, just as slowly and painfully as he untied his right. This time, he didn't look away, watching her face instead, glancing quickly at his arms whenever he thought she might grab him. Her cheeks were round and plump, like the statue of a goddess, and she had the perfect figure for a fit woman. They were red from the wind and in need of cream and lotion, but he found that something about her that was charming. Her lips were thin and expressive, moving constantly. Her large brown eyes could gleam with anger as well as with pity, but now they were furtive and thoughtful.
"She didn't sew it up properly, and the wound is about to open." Aguna said, but before she spoke, Ankerex had already felt the wound open. She found no trace of pus or rot in the wound on his elbow, nor would there be any on his arm if the fickle gods chose to be merciful today. "I have to put the stitches back on. Damn you little bastard, he's dead..."
"I think for an eight-year-old, she's doing pretty well."
"I mean you! What are you thinking?" She glanced up at him, genuine frustration showing in her eyes. "Why don't you run away?" she said loudly, tugging hard on the bandage.
"Broken ribs."
"Ah, burn it all!" This is the most - " She growled in frustration and flicked a drop of blood off her finger.
Suddenly he had an idea. "Burning? I wonder if I can. Can you build a shield around me and keep yourself on the outside? Can you hold my anger inside instead of letting it out?"
She seemed suspicious, but he got her attention. Her eyes twitched and her mouth frowned slightly.
"I remember what happened last time, but I thought it might be helpful to-" He raised his arms and looked at them. "This. I can kill birds with it. I can make a fire. I wonder if it will burn away the dying parts of my wound?"
"Has it ever done this before, you vicious monster? Have you never thought of mentioning it before?" The insult brought relief to him. His old aguna was still there, thank you. god.
"I didn't have any pus coming out of my wounds long before I killed Mary. It wasn't strong enough to burn things back then." Deep down he knew this wasn't a good idea because if he lost control he might Get hurt again and he might set himself on fire. The fire was just a measure of the desperation of the injury, as it often led to infection. But on the other hand, his murderous intent doesn't hurt him, only the things around him. He needed to know if he could still use it in combat, as if the infection spread, he would soon be infected by LaForce's Rotten Garden.
Even so, the idea still made him nervous. Losing control was not something he wanted to be familiar with.
"Daddy, what did you do?" Why did Mommy do that? Are you going to do something stupid? Gabby scolded, slamming the can down an inch from his fragile toes.
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Okles couldn't help but smile and said, "I never do stupid things."
Flower placed his flower pot next to another flower pot and stared at Agun and An
d
okles, obviously trying to figure out what Gabby was talking about.
Aguna sighed and dropped the bandage. "My shield isn't as strong if I'm not in it, but I bet I can do it. Do you want to try it now, with the kids standing here watching? I tell you, it wasn't a good look last time. You look like a dead man who didn’t bother to stand up and learn to dance first.”
"Then let them look at something else. Good luck to you." The big red deer caught his attention, standing six steps behind Gabby, snacking on a bush while politely speaking. looked at him haughtily from a distance. Stupid beast.
Argen said: "Now?"
"Couldn't be better. Wait a minute, let me sit down." He rose carefully from where he was sitting on the edge of the carriage and sat down on a nearby piece of bare dirt. He tried not to admit how nervous he was. He seemed to be standing on a cliff, slightly higher than where he felt comfortable, and now he was determined to dive into the water no one knew how deep. "Until the wolf scares
return. "
"If you kill yourself, I won't bury you," she said. She took out a small metal charm from the pouch on her belt and held it in her hand. He still didn't know what kind of charm it was because she refused to let him see it. "Be safe," she whispered. The doubt hiding behind those big eyes did nothing to ease his nerves.
"I'll be fine," he murmured, for both their sakes.
The air rippled, and an almost invisible force appeared around him, completely surrounding him. He'd never been on this side of her shield before, and the first thing he noticed was the silence. Even the air was still. The sound was muffled and, above all, he had a sense of being cut off from everything else, like what he was seeing through the faint flickering light was not real but a theater.
He sat cross-legged with his hands near his knees because he had nothing better to do. He turned his attention inward, letting his thoughts rise above the sea of anger burning inside him. He gritted his teeth and suppressed his fear. What kind of person would be afraid of himself? Ridiculous.
He had murderous intentions when he made the call, just a little bit. Just a little bit. All his attention was focused on lowering it so he could see what was happening as it moved. It pooled in his stomach and exploded outward from there, and this time, just like before, he felt a slight pressure on his heart.
The flickering, pulsing red spots of disease and death on the giant's chest appeared in his mind and lingered. He felt the anger and bloodshed he had accumulated over decades weighing on the restraints he had imposed, and especially on his heart. It holds. His heart is still there.
He released a little, then a little more. The air around him warmed and began to swirl, caressing his hair and skin gently. His heart is still there. In fact, it seems as solid as ever. Was he imagining it all? His rage, however intense, never harmed a hair on his toes, even though it killed all the grass five paces around him. Maybe he just made a mistake and included himself in the effect?
His murderous intent increased, which cleared his mind. He felt something itching on his arm and glanced over to see that his vision seemed clearer. It had always been like this, but hadn't he noticed before? His murderous intent frightened his enemies, cleared his mind, and brightened his eyes
A strange feeling caught his attention near his elbow, and just then a puff of pale smoke emerged from between the stitches. A stench like burnt hair and rotting leaves stung his nostrils. Pus! Ha, it worked! In a flash of hopeful enthusiasm, he further increased his murderous intent.
He realized that it felt good to let it out. It makes him feel more alive and energetic. More confident. He added another.
Now his rage is enough to make a man vomit and collapse. Enough to start scorching the edges of the fabric. The air in Agun's shield swirled, lifting the strands of beard on his chest and igniting them. His hair swam like a gorgonian snake. He added more.
He felt the sting of dabbing fingers up and down his arm, and saw a dozen strands of pale smoke, then twenty more, then more, squeezing from his wounds. The air smelled like Raphael's own egg sack on a hot day. It made his eyes water. His confidence is shaken; is this all caused by decay, or is he trying to set himself on fire?
No, that's not the case. He felt no pain, at least no new pain. The wound stung a little when the smoke came out, but nothing more. Will he -
A flame rushed up to both arms, engulfing them in the flames, and disappeared in an instant. It roared, like someone throwing a handful of flour into the fire, and quickly disappeared, but the stench in the air now included burnt cloth. He raised his right arm and took a closer look, and found that the places where stitches had been stitched were full of small, smoking black holes.
He turned his arm, and the wisps of smoke relaxed, and countless tiny smokes emerged, smaller than a fingernail, and disappeared quickly.
By then, he'd burned out all the stitches! Damn, he could have done so many stupid things! Why? Why did this happen! They still had to give him stitches, which took up more time than he was willing to take out time, and it still hurts.
His murderous intent became even more intense because he was truly frustrated and angry. Just outside the faint ball of light, Agun looked at him calmly, perhaps a little worried. Flower stared at him with wide eyes and nervousness, biting her lip, while Gabby must have yelled in shock and covered her mouth with her hands. He knew what she was thinking - all her efforts wasted in an instant.
The air in the shield rotated more violently. His hair was wrapped around his head and face like a bandage, so he closed his eyes. Why was it doing this? He had never noticed the wind before. Ripples in the air are like heat, but what about wind?
No reason to care. This is good. He can fight like this. The money was enough to protect his woman and children. Who could withstand the wrath of the giant-slayer, Androcles, son of Palamonos of Decea? Except, of course, the king's demons; those were the creatures of Sewell's own nightmares.
He smiled. For the past few days, he had tried to ignore the nagging fear that, for the first time since he was a child, he was completely helpless and in danger. But now, when he discovered that this was a false fear and that he was still as dangerous as before, all his fears were washed away along with the first fear. Pepper will do. Everyone will survive. He survives. Before the summer solstice, he would pour wine on the hearth of Decaya. Maybe Gabby will let him sacrifice her deer?
He took his murderous intentions to the extreme. Outside, Aguna's forehead was covered with sweat, her face tense with concentration and effort. He shouldn't go on like this. The earth beneath his feet burned, mixing with its own scent. Why were most of his clothes fine? Some of the fur was starting to burn, and the edges on his pants legs were starting to burn. So why just stitches? Maybe it only hurt the thing he was trying to kill? No, that couldn't be the case. He didn't want to kill his family, that would hurt them. He saw it. He didn't want to remove the stitches either.
So why did it burn him last time? Did it somehow follow his train of thought? He never tried to move it or direct it; it always just blurted out and was just there, that's all. Could he move it? How could he even try?
If he concentrated, he could feel its pressure. It hit the shield, turned back, and he could feel the barrier where it happened. It burrowed beneath him into the ground, sealing him in like an egg.
His left arm was still half-bandaged. Why not try burning it? He would have to wash it before using it anyway, after all it absorbed so much of his blood. He raised his arm, letting the end dangle close to the ground, then took a deep breath that almost tasted the stench of burnt hair and rot in the air, and focused on the end of the bandage.
Burn it, you piece of shit. Burn! he thought, trying to focus his murderous intent on that spot. He could feel it around him, pressing against the shield, but he couldn't grasp it. He tried again, frowning in concentration, focusing all his hatred on that god-cursed bandage.
Something stirred inside him, and the pressure on his heart increased. Mary's words echoed in his mind a hundred more times. "It's a wound..." He turned his inner eyes to look more clearly at the feeling in his chest.
A sharp pain, a crackling sensation, struck his brain like lightning striking the heartwood of a tree, splitting a hundred paces in all directions.
"A
d
okles! shouted his long-dead mentor Tas. "Come back! My..."
The man's voice was lost in the thunderous roar of the earth erupting and the screams of thousands. Ankerex tried to force himself to open his eyes, but found he couldn't. They weigh as much as a house.
"A
d
okles! Tas shouted again, more frantically, but only a faint whisper amid the chaos. despair. in pain.
As he struggled to escape, his legs burned from the force of pressing the shield into the enemy lines, and his left arm grew heavy and numb from holding the shield. He tried to open his eyes again, but couldn't. He could smell the battlefield, the dry grit deep in the earth, the smell of urine and blood and gore. His nostrils stung as he inhaled hard to fill his poor lungs. He clenched his jaw in horror, unable to open his mouth to scream.
Roaring above his head to repair the headphones, the Titan's voice was huge and terrifying, like a thousand festive horns and a thousand stamping bulls. Completely inhumane. He runs.
A
d
okles can't open his eyes. His fingers caught the air, grabbing a trailing leather strap and holding it in his hand. He ran blindly, and his legs jumped desperately. The man who led him fell down, and Android tripped him and stepped on the arm that the man extended. The bones under his feet were cracked. As the skin and muscles were loose and separated, the bones began to slide.
Death was by his side. This sentence infiltrated his senses and paralyzed them. It licked his neck and inserted the knife into his stomach. The original feeling, the emotion, the kind of power; the death infiltrated into his body
"A
d
Okles! Agen shouted desperately.
His thoughts woke up from the nightmare, and he opened his eyes sharply and took a deep breath, as if he was rescued from the shipwreck at the last moment. Although the sun in the morning is bright, he can only see the things around him vaguely. Something covered his sight, he blinked, and then blinked again.
Agen's shield is full of darkness; it flows very slowly, just like the oil in the oil barrel shaking. He could only identify the fuzzy contour on the other side, but he recognized Agen's outline. He could never hear the burnt pus. The terrible odor was cleared, and it was replaced by a faint dirty smell, a strong smell. old.
Then he noticed the pain. With his heart, a severe pain shakes every nerve of his body. He felt that his soul was torn, and he flowed out of the shadow juice from the wound. Looking down, a black smoke with two fingers emerged from the center of his chest and melted in the black mist surrounding him.
Andaux screamed in horror, slamming at the smoke. His hand just passed through it, feeling a deep, trembling pain in the place where the funnel was in contact with the skin.
A face appeared in front of him, slipping out of the dark mist, just like floating to the sea. Only contour, outline, shape; no color. There is almost nothing obvious. But its mouth is open, and the eyes are upward. Then there was another, its face was tight painfully. and another. Another place.
Death face. He didn't know it; he instinctively knew that it was not even a real soul at all, but some images and illusions. They surrounded him, not listening to him, and suddenly.
The pain on the chest continued to impact his body, helpless pain and ruthless as surgery.
His murderer was anxious and desperately pressed on Agen's shield, and the shield began to sag and yield. It started to bend.
Suddenly, with the pure will, he instinctively closed the source of his anger. His intention disappeared, and the air immediately became cool. His chest pain was deepened, but he no longer spread to his whole body like waves. It grabbed him tightly and squeezed him with heavy fingers, feeling hungry.
The narrow dark snake still spit out from him. It leaked from a certain, elusive and invisible opening related to his chest. His mind couldn't remember; he didn't understand what it was, and he didn't know what happened. This reminds him of Wolf SCA
He always insisted that he saw it, but no one else saw those nonsense. Is it true?
Then, a moment, the pain began to reduce. With the vortex and contraction of the black smoke, it slowly and stablely disappeared.
The cigarette on his chest finally went out, and he felt that the door that could not be opened was closed in his heart.
He was exhausted and almost fell into the puddle. Even the skin on his face seemed to be sagged by the thick beard. However, the black mist still exists; a enemy he has no wisdom to face. It exudes in a soft wave like oil, and the face appears sometimes in front of him, and sometimes disappears.
"A
d
Okles? What do you say, you are a bastard who was just born for a week! Agen shouted. Her voice sounded scared and tired.
He almost laughed at this charming woman; he opened his mouth and wanted to answer, but he couldn't speak for the first time. He swallowed his spit, forced the cough, and tried it again. "I'm still alive! He said roughly.
"Very good. Turn it off now!"
His killing intentions stayed deep in his heart, and the calm and turbulent sea of anger patiently waited to break through its boundaries. She was still trying to control him.
"That's not me!" I don't know what it is. Everyone retreats. Can you hold it? "
"No, it is burned like acid!" I have nothing! "
"Then throw it down and run. Run, Gabi, flower! You all roll me back!"
Although he didn't have the intention of killing, he couldn't feel that Agena's shield was by his side, but he saw the moment she put down the shield. Black smoke rose, emerged from the ground and his clothes, and rose into the turbid morning wind. It gathered on his head into a loose ball and drifted up. When he could see it clearly, he found that Garby and Fraul were squeezed together after a tree exterior thirty steps. Agen almost reached them. That woman ran fast.
Wolf Ash and Morida stood between Ankrex and others, as if they were going to drive him away from them. Bobby looked at him with angry eyes, and Ash roared up the mane, as if he forced her and her cub into a desperate situation.
On his head, he heard the cry of a rapto, and it boldly and victory broke through the morning air. He looked up and saw that the beautiful golden eagle flew from behind him towards the owner, flying in a loose black mist, and rushing towards her.
The motivation alone brought it to the other side. It fell on the ground without grace, turning into a pile of messy feathers, and died. Gabi opened his eyes widely and began to yell wildly, trying to break away from Agur's hand and run to pick up her pet. She will be sad in the future, poor girl, once this emergency has passed. Now, she thinks that she is a child who has lost his mind. Agena took her closer and covered her eyes before she left. Even if other things happened, A
d
Okles still feels guilty about this.
He watched the black smoke ball rising higher in the air. Why does it dissipate? What is it? How did this say from his mouth? Why didn't you cast a shadow?
Ankrex glanced helplessly. She looked as scared as he had ever seen. Even when they were fighting with her goddess -at that time, she looked brave; perhaps a bit listening to the destiny. This is different. This is not helpful for his own sense of fear. He tried to ignore this sense of fear. They looked at each other across the distance.
The sphere hovered in a five -step place above his head, probably as wide as a arm. Those faces are still there, but they are more blurred; bright sunshine seems to deprive them of their ability.
For a while, no one moved. The only voice was that the animals roared threatened and stomped in the soil.
The wolf scar appeared at a foot far away from him, and suddenly flew from the direction that Angels didn't notice. He was surprised that he almost screamed. If it wasn't at such extreme moments, a person might feel stupid.
The fairy asked innocently: "Why is it here?" He seemed to be scared, it was better to be confused. Indeed, he was not afraid at all.
"Don't touch it!" Andrex said sharply. "It just killed the bird of Gabib."
"There are too many things." The wolf SCA
explain. "Where did it come from?"
"What's the matter?" Andaux said. He didn't dare to move, for fear that it would float down again ... what would it do?
"Oh, that's just, um, that's what you produced when you are separated from each part of your body, uh, what happened when something died. Can you see it? How can you see it?"
"I don't know, the wolf SCA
, But I don't like it either! "How do we get rid of it?"
The fairy looked around curiously, then stopped, pointing at a small forest. "Can you see it there?" There are more, but there is only a little bit. "
"I didn't see anything, but-"
"So, how is there?"
"Wolfsca
,focus. Will it hurt? What is the use of food? What is it useful? "Ankrex said gently and stood carefully. The black fog ball hovered in the air and was not affected by the airflow. It slowly rolled it. The surface is just broken by people's faces occasionally.
"If you don't listen, why should you ask me the question?" The wolf SCA
shouted. "You can listen more now!" You never let me say what I want to say! "
"Wolfsca
No one can shut you up. But please continue. "
"So, listen!" It was over, but it was just a little! The gods don't like it because it will make them sick and I don't like it. Although it will not get sick, it is just ... "
The glowing little fairy stopped halfway and stared at Andreal's chest. He drifted closer and put his fingers into his mouth to think.
Android said, "Emoticon? Is that kind of radon, like the kind of corpse?" His surprise was diluted by his fear, but it was not exactly the case.
Wolverine scars said to himself: "Oh, that's it. I thought it was ...! Oh, oh ... shouldn't this be like this?"
"like what?"
The fairy raised her head and met Akrex's eyes. His expression was like doing something that would make him troublesome, a expression of begging and indifferent to being ignored but never ignored.
"Wolfsca
How do you- "
Before Andauks had to finish speaking, the wolf scar rushed in, slammed towards his chest, and above his heart.
"Let's take them all out." The fairy pretended to say nothing about it.
A
d
Before Okles responded, the fairy closed his little hand to catch something invisible. His fingers grasped a certain part of the soul of the Andaux, just like Agur grabbed his arm.
Then the wolf SCA
Twist your head to pull. In the pain of destroying the soul, Andrex felt it torn away.
The world disappears.
"EuPhemios, ah, EuPhemios," he cried. He hugged what his dearest friend left in front of his chest, tears under the rain, and he couldn't see anything. Someone tried to lift his arm and lifted him from the battlefield so that they could continue to bury the deceased, but Androcolus was unmoved.
Even if he wants to move, he can't move. His limbs are dark. The sound and feeling were soaked and numb. There is only no sorrow in his heart.
"Why, why ..." He cried. Tears flowed from his tight eyes to his cheeks like a river. Death is all of him. A person who accepts death and lives in pain. Father, Tas, Archois, Nikon, is now EuPhemios. Gamblers, alcoholic, gentle good people, lost.
Death was everywhere, and the feeling of death lingered him, permeating him. He could smell the corpses of the surrounding soldiers, their sweat, the solidified blood, and the internal organs began to rot in the sun. The smell was filled with his nostrils and throats. He faced his head, opened his mouth, crying and crying
"Dad? Wolf SCA
explain.
The dream disappeared, leaving Android confused, half awake. There was a pain in his chest, and this dramatic pain beating on his nerves, making a sharp crackling sound.
"Oh! He said. He grabbed his chest tightly and felt a certain kind of cold liquid flowing between his fingers.
He looked down and found that the smoke came out of his body again, but even thicker, like black oil. It sprayed out of his shirt, a stream like a slap, just gathered on the ground in front of him without splashing water or no sound. It is not so much a puddle, it is better to accumulate and condense into a ball. Water flows through his hands, not left at all.
"Oh! He said it again, and he was more powerful. In each lightning -like drama, he could feel his heartbeat. This is the most severe pain in his memory; not because of its sharpness, this is this is, this is, it is this is, this is the sharpness, this is the sharpness, this is the sharpness, this is the sharpness, this is the sharpness, this is the sharpness. It is quite considerable, but because it touches the parts that his thoughts cannot grasp, those parts that should not exist should never feel pain. This is a brand new pain. He has not handled this painful experience.
"There are many, um ...。“. "The wolf SCA
Said gratefully.
"Let it stop!" A
d
Okles said. The pain made him tears. He felt like he was about to cry. He was used to pain; he used to fight with it, wiped it out of his mind, and ignored it with willpower and courage. This is another matter. painfully. unstoppable.
"This is good. Now everything will come out, and then you will feel better. I think." The fairy said. "But don't step in, because there are ... there are a lot."
"This is not ... well!" Ankrex firmed back and escaped a turbid black soft mud that came to him. He wanted to look up at Agen and the children, but his eyes were full of tingling tears and could not see them. He was breathing, and his dull throbbing deeply stabbed his chest, and his spine itching. His lungs twitched and his head was dizzy.
"Let it stop!" He whispered, trying to shout, but failed to succeed. He didn't want to scream in front of Agena. The gods were on the top, and he was about to collapse immediately. The soul, body and shadow must be separated to end his life.
"Is it? I think, this is just half of it." Wolf SCA
explain. He wandered and wanted to see a little closer, but he hadn't yet risked to touch the water in the chest of Andlox.
"Please!" A
d
Okles can hardly keep balance. His legs lost all his strength, his knees trembled, loose and humid.
"I didn't expect so much. Too much! Are you sure you want to stop? Do you do it later."
"Wolfsca
!”
"Okay. Still quiet. I just came in-" The little fairy rushed in, and grabbed Andrew's soul with his little hand, twisted, pulled, and made him dizzy. With a snap, the door was closed. The pain disappeared, leaving only the vague memory of pain. A
d
Okles fell to the ground and gasped. He vomited very much.
After his internal organs hollowed out, the wolf scar flew to Ang Jack's face, reached out to pat his nose to comfort him. "Are you okay, dad?"
Andrex closed his mouth and hid his answer behind his teeth to avoid becoming an enemy. This is not easy.
In contrast, the radon balloons in the air are much thinner and much invisible. It touched it and sank into a black oil fume on the ground. The pile of things began to spread, sink, from about high waist, as wide as the entire arm, to only the ankle as high and much width. It emits a cigarette tentacle, and the thin rotating black line extends to all directions. They slowly moved and waved gently, as if in the wind. If there is only one, it looks natural, but so many people are together, and each of them responds to different air movements, which makes people feel disturbing.
Finally, he answered the wolf SCA
Say: "I will be fine." He spit out the last bit of stomach acid, took a breath, and tried to stand up at the book.
The fairy patted his nose gently, this action was always annoying rather than comfort. "I see it very painful, dad. I saw all the lines. But sometimes what you have to do really hurt, but you still have to do it." He raised his broken arm's limbs, and seemed to be Explain this.
The lost arm is now back to the elbow and wrist. The crow took the acne fairy and his strange secret. He refused to say how he lost it. Now he waved it, as if it had any meaning, and it grew back. Between the highest toes of the vowing father and the middle acupoint of the corpse, none of the creatures can grow new arms, obviously except the wolf SCA
.
"Daddy! A sad and scared flower shouted, breaking away from Agur's hand and running over.
"Don't touch it!" Back! Andrex said. He exhaled to reduce the pressure on the ribs, and then stood up.
"Dad, what's wrong with Quini?" Gabi shouted sadly. Agen gave up her efforts and followed her.
"Don't touch it!" This is radon. We have to leave her where she fell. Don't approach anymore! "
The children stopped in a stranded smoke from the black puddle. Agen grabbed their collar to prevent them from making any ideas. Gabi covered her mouth with both hands and spent her hug, although he looked as annoying as her.
Agen took a deep breath and shouted: "The gods testimony, you, a dirty, semi -wise and half -disabled goat prostitute, you'd better explain it!" In his opinion, in his opinion, This is a helpless anger.
He laughed; he couldn't help it. She is a very interesting woman. What should he do without her? He considers what to say to her, which is not easy, because he only has a little thought. However, he heard it before he heard it.
Whisper.
The water pit leaked on the ground was suddenly trapped into the soil, and nothing was left, and there was no trace of gray on the snow on the side of the road. The sudden disappearance of ， is full of a quiet and eager sound, and it sounds like a hundred ghosts whispering each other.
"Let's leave here," Anjiez said calmly.
This time, no one argued. A few minutes later, everyone got on the car. Agena drove, Gabi sat next to her. Fraul climbed behind and sat with Androre. He picked up a fresh bandage prepared by Arga with his trembling hands, apparently he was determined to put his arms for his father.
As soon as Android sat well, Agen raised the horse. They seemed to be as anxious as others, and ran away without further urging. Wolf Ash and Gabi jumped to the front, the hind legs were on the last palm of the bench, lying on the girl's leg. Morida Bobby followed the horse and followed behind the carriage. Is it to monitor him better? No, that's not ... stupid beast.
Until now, everything was solved, and Ankrex began to count the wounds on his arm. Although he felt all this happened, he was still surprised to see that all the pus and rotten skin were burning in his desire to kill. Although the stitching is gone, there are countless small black spots, which may be small tattoos, but his skin is very good. Most of the cracked wounds were dry. He only bleed in a few small places. When he walked, he had to pull the wound too much.
"Ha! He said loudly, trying to share his spirit to share." Agen, you, you can't get me away so soon. Rotten things are gone. It's all burned! The wound is much cleaner than when I first cut it. All I have to do is to become happy and angry every few days so that I can survive. Sorry, let you be disappointed! "After experiencing all the horror, the smile in his voice seemed pale, but it was sincere.
"Really? Fraul opened his eyes widely. His entire body seemed to have a new life. After a while, he really understood that he was wiped tears.
A
d
Okles pulled the boy over and kissed his ears. He wanted to hug him, but the bandage had to be bandaged first. Within half an hour, Ankrex's heart hurt for the second time, but this time was the sympathy of his son and the consolation of his rescue himself. He felt that he was precious, so he let it go.
"I'm so happy," Hua sobbing, almost sobbing.
For a while, everyone was quiet. Gabi turned around, and his eyes also had tears in his eyes. She stretched out her hand to grab the hand of Android Kles because it was the only thing she could do. She pumped her nose and covered her eyes with her other hand.
The only sound was the rapid sound of children, the sound of horseshoe, and the sound of the deer behind them.
The flowers were stiff, his eyes widened, and he was scared. Then GA
bi. Then Andauks heard it -theft followed closely.
