Androx scratched his beard and glared at the horizon, trying to think. "Well, the roads are full of troops and the mountains are full of monsters. I guess we'll just have to fly," he said.
Agun sighed and looked away. Gabby looked confused, he thought she wanted to ask him what he was going to do, but wasn't sure if he meant it.
Flower said, a little too loudly, "What about Pepper? We can still catch him, right?" He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt anxiously, waving his soft white tail anxiously. Instead of meeting Androx's gaze directly, he looked at the ground, trying to appear casual.
"Nothing has changed since you last asked. We'd better go straight to him, kid." "We just hope he doesn't get into any trouble and make things worse."
"He won't," Flower said firmly.
"Want to bet? Androx asked. Flower wasn't amused.
Scar the Wolf flew between them and asked, "Can you drive somewhere that's not a highway? You can play in the snow." I saw horses and they could do it. "
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okles has thought about it a few times, but it's not the best idea. not yet. He said: "They build roads there for a reason. Most of the time, roads start because enough people start walking there. The fact that the road is there means it's the best path between two places. .If we try to go our own way, we might finally understand why no one wants to go that way. Maybe rocky ground. Wet sand. Impassable bush. Only the gods know. I don't want to go twenty Miles away in the wilderness, we still have to turn around.”
Aguna rubbed her face, trying not to show her tiredness too much, but Flower's song of pain had drained her energy. She said: "Maybe we should hide away for a month and let this all calm down. That ogre's cave smells like his, but I bet it's dry in there and warm air is blowing out."
He nodded, thoughtful. What's wrong with that? If Pepper is fine now, he will be fine in a month. With any luck, most of the snow will be gone by then, which will make travel easier. If they still have to build their own roads, at least they can see where they're going.
"Mom, do you know a trick to make us invisible?" Gabby asked. "Like you do on the cart, but when we're moving?"
"It's not what you think. Then I'd have to hex everyone, and not as well as Pepper. We won't be spotted from a distance, but we won't sneak up on a soldier and hit him. Sticks, take his money.”
"Do you think the shadows will be able to find Pepper while he's hiding?" Androx asked.
Aguna tilted her head slightly, thinking deeply. "No, I don't think they can. If the wolf sca
Not even if you can't find him. "
"So can you use your charm to hide us from the shadows?"
"No, I don't think I can. Not hide. I could protect us easily. Don't let them bother us directly. But not letting them see us? Not that simple, ogre. It's not like Pepper hiding Means he is truly gone. He is not going anywhere or ceasing to exist. He is hiding from you and the wolf sca
That part that everyone can see. If your eyes were fixed on him, you wouldn't recognize what you were looking at. Then he has a little trick to divert your attention. I could barely understand it, let alone put its wisdom into a spell. "
Androcles thought he had a rough idea, although it sounded implausible in practice. He said: "The problem with waiting is, the king controls these shadows and so far they've had no problem being around us. I don't want to find out one morning that they have ogres, centaurs or dragons trampling our beds .Can you turn the curtains aside? Maybe reverse the king's magic?"
"To do that, I need a lot of evil, and I don't want to touch it. Most of my tricks work because my heart is pure."
She said it so seriously that Androl couldn't help but laugh. "Is your heart pure?" Your language is so vulgar that it makes girls drunk by itself. "
"Maybe you're just a bad influence on me," she said, a hint of a smile on her face.
"I'm looking forward to making you less pure," he grinned.
Aguun laughed wildly, then giggled again as she saw Hana and Gabby not reacting at all.
"But then again, you know what they say about unclean soil, Aguna. It needs a good plowing."
This time, he left her speechless. He could see her mind spinning, trying to think of a good answer that wouldn't reveal too much in front of the children. As if they didn't already know how this happened! What a delightful surprise! His Aguna blushed like a girl! He grinned and said, "We'll treat you to everything you can imagine when we get home." The fields are plowed. If you have a good horse, it's a lot easier than you remember. Would you like to ride an old horse? I'm sure it will take you where you want to go."
Her face was actually starting to turn red, and it wasn't the winter wind - the air was still. She said angrily: "If I see something I like, I'll tell you!"
Wolf Sca
, not sure, said: "I didn't see any other horses. Just the ones on the carts. And the army ones. But, I guess I haven't seen Pepper in a long time. I want to see him, take a shot like this Pat his head -" At this point, the little fairy patted the air, "so I can go and come back and tell Flower how he looks like. Then Flower will know that he is okay. Then I can Find a road that is not a road so we can go to Him.”
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okles is still teasing Agu
e, he finally succeeded once. She was glaring at him now, but there was something in her eyes that she didn't want to reveal. but wolfsca
He has his own plans and no one can convince him. wolfsca
It's been a long time since I've reported on Peppermint. Weeks? Months? He barely remembers; a lot has happened since then.
He said: "This is a good idea. I don't want to go out today anyway. Didn't you say there are two armies nearby? I want to give them a day or two to decide where they are going. How long do you think it will take you time?"
"Oh, um..." Wolfsca
As he spoke, he put his fingertips into his mouth and thought. "I don't know. But it won't be long because I feel like we're getting close. There's a big place where the road has to go around, but I can get over it. Mountains. Okay, Gabby, I'm going, So you have to kiss me.”
Gabby tried to put on a smile, but it was too sudden and she wasn't happy. She held out her hand and let the fairy fall on her. He did and she kissed him on the forehead, then again, just to make sure.
"Me too," Flower said, shyly tucking his white cat ears away. Wolf Sca
I flew over and got the same treatment.
"And me," Agun said. Wolfsca
Did so. Then he looked at Androx.
"Very good. Come here." After giving the fairy her due evaluation, Ankerex added: "Little one, be careful out there."
"I want to fly high." Wolf sca
Seriously. Then he darted away and disappeared into the bright sky.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in silence. Androx slowly began to set up camp, taking breaks every once in a while because there was no need to rush and it hurt to move. Argen was content to whisper to the horses and watch over the children, although she would occasionally go for a walk and look around to see if anything was sneaking up on them. He was grateful because he didn't want to.
There was almost no conversation, even between Flowers and Gabby. Yet even when they were sent to collect firewood, they were always kept at arm's length. Flower's tail lingered in search of hers, but she didn't have one that was tangled together like his and Pepper's. Ultimately, A
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oklesandAgu
e had no chores to do, so Flowe
Asked them if they could go somewhere unseen to play, was told no, and was upset about it.
However, the boy surprised them. He cleared a hard surface and showed Gabby a game that involved bouncing pebbles around in a circle.
Flower said he had watched the king's women play the game enough to know its rules, but he had never been allowed to try it himself. It would be better to play on a well polished shield, but there isn't one available. Finding the right pebbles is an ongoing task as they are supposed to be flat and round, and every time someone has a bad shot they stomp around to find a better one. Eventually even Aguna joined in, and so would Androx if the ground wasn't so deep. The rules allow three people to compete at the same time, which means Ga
biandFlowe
Team up to fight Agu every time
e.
Watching the game didn't distract Androx from his thoughts for long. Although the camp was well hidden from the road, they were invisible to anything nearby. There are no walls to hide behind. Although there were no leaves, the surrounding bushes hid them somewhat, but also hid anything that might try to sneak up on them, until they sniffed their robes, or stole their bread. Maybe he should hide in a cave like Aguna suggested? No, if they tried, they'd probably find another ogre.
He kept imagining what he would do if something stepped in from this direction or that. Should he pick up the spear or grab it with his hands. If any wolf-like beast came out from that side, between those four sparse trees, he would have to seize Flower and throw him aside. If it was coming from that way, through that muddy land, then he could try throwing that rock as a distraction and grab his spear on the way over...
Androclus even wanted to get his spear now and sit with it until dark. He didn't do this because once he did, the kids would stop enjoying their games and start worrying about the things he worried about. They need rest. Their little brains can only take so much.
Worst of all, he knew he was now sluggish. His injuries would prevent him from fighting well, and there were so many questions about his murderous intentions that he wasn't sure he would even dare to try. Lately, things seem to be going wrong.
There is still miasma in his body. A
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The okles release so much energy that it's visible to the naked eye, imbuing it with evil magic, shadows, and monsters for god knows how many miles in every direction. if wolf sca
is believable, that's only half of it.
He couldn't even feel it above his heart, at least not directly. He could only locate it by its effect on his rage, which swirled like a sea of fire in his gut. Now that he knew it was there, it seemed to contain his murderous intent, flowing through him much like the plug on a perfume bottle.
A few days ago, he was found and stitched up by Gabby while he was lying in a tent. He almost lets out his anger, but realizes that Gabi and Wolf Scar are too close. He turned it inward, too late to swallow it back into its normal confines. He concluded that it must have hit the miasma and loosened some things. That was why he was in pain, why he felt something begin to break inside him.
Or wasn't the miasma at all? Perhaps his murderous intentions were misguided and burned him as much as his enemies.
Mary's words echoed in his mind again. "You think you're strong, but that's a hurt. You're bleeding on us..." What does she mean? His murderous intent, or the miasma, or both? The process of extracting the stench and whatever The wound hurts just as much, and the sight of death that comes with it is certainly unpleasant. Unforgettable. Lingering.
"Ah, you nasty little bastards!" You stinky, rain-soaked cats! Aguna shouted, her laughter reverberating through the woods like bells, purifying the air.
Androx smiled, closing his eyes and just enjoying the sound. Flower's and Gabby's laughs were so similar he could barely tell who they were, and it was a joy to hear them after so long. How did he survive without it?
Old Thais will love it. That man always had a fondness for children, which might be Androx's heritage. It's a good thing, too, because at eleven, Andres was pretty tough to deal with. Painful, angry, aimless, like a trireme without oars in a storm. Thais have always been gentle and unstinting in their hospitality of discipline and honey. A
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okles wants to know Ga
Has bi or the boys ever experienced this? Of course it does. He'd have to buy them some and figure it out later.
He relaxed and settled more comfortably on the bag of grain he had brought out to sit on. The air was quiet and warm beneath the fur on his shoulders.
Androcles turned his attention inward, staring into the fire that burned forever within him. It was such a strange thing; it wasn't real, not something he could poke his finger at. He knows what his heart is like, and there isn't much room in it. It was something else, like the heat from the sun that never set, he could never see with his eyes.
His murderous intent, his anger, his rage and will. It had no shape, indeed no edges, and it was only when his mind rested upon it that it proved its existence. But somewhere inside him it existed, and somewhere inside him it didn't. How come it was there, at the bottom of his belly? Why was it there and not at his ankles or throat?
Indeed, why not? Can it move? He divides it into only two states: open and closed. Maybe he just imagined it had a place, which was purely the result of the power of his will and intention. He's been thinking this way for years. His intention was violence, harm. For years he had been convinced that he would kill the man in front of him. He always believed that this absolute certainty gave his intentions practical force. But there must be more to it; it has a place in him to rest.
He tried to imagine it on his left shoulder, just to see if it would go there. but it is not the truth. He imagined harder, focusing more and more of his attention on the effort. It didn't move, swaying quietly as usual. He shifted his attention to the other shoulder, and as before, nothing happened...except the slightest vibration. A ripple, a shiver. He chose to try something else, and he turned his inner eyes to imagine the well of his rage spreading within him, spreading to his limbs. To his surprise, a heat began to spread, like a drop of hot honey dripping into the blood in his legs.
He allowed himself to relax and let it spread, watching with his inner eye as it discovered strange paths and channels within him. In his imagination, it looked almost like a root ball, with many long strands running through its body. However, the feeling is not unpleasant. It even ran up the sides of his ribs; except for the broken one, where it pooled and stopped. It's interesting.
But his heart was never moved. It was strange to watch his will and rage crawl and swirl and spread through his body, but now he could feel where the miasma was as clearly as the paint on the wall. It was like a dark stone, impenetrable and lifeless, doing nothing but preventing Androkle's will from going where it wanted to go.
He tried again to focus his intention on one place, this time on the palm of his hand. For a moment, a part slipped into the passage inside the body and stopped there, but it didn't stay for long. He picked up a pebble and placed it in the palm of his hand, wondering if its weight would be enough to keep his attention there and keep it there.
It works. Soon the feeling of the weight of the pebble in his palm combined with the feeling of pressure inside his skin as force gathered to push the stone upward. The longer he focused, the more concentrated his anger became, even to the point where it felt warm to his fingertips. Heat and pressure filled his palm, and he peeked cautiously to see if it glowed like an ember. But in fact, it's not.
He had been thinking about it, mostly out of curiosity, as he clutched the will more and more in his hands. He could feel the stone. He focused his attention around it, exploring its contours. An image of it formed in his mind, its shape rendered in perfect detail. As he studied the experience more and more carefully, he felt that he had learned more than he had in years.
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Okles pressed his collected willpower against the stone, wondering if he could peek inside.
A deafening thunderclap shook him from his reverie. If his ribs would have allowed him, he would have jumped.
Gabby, Flower, and Agon all screamed and turned to him with wide eyes. He met their gazes with wide eyes and confusion. A trail of sweat ran down his cheek. Rain? Sweat? He closed his hand to wipe it away, and then he realized the pebbles were gone.
It completely disappeared, not even the powder was left. He noticed a ring of redness, maybe a bruise, on his palm. He wiped his cheek and noticed blood.
"Dad, what happened?" a panicked Gabby asked. She was crazy and her hands were shaking.
"I..." he wanted to say, but stopped. What happened? He wiped the blood dripping from another part of his face. Not much, not much was gained from the broad and deep cuts. More like a small puncture wound. Then he understood: "I accidentally broke a small stone."
"What did you do?" Flower asked, her golden eyes wide and anxious. He jumped up and staggered over to get a better look. Gabby wasn't far behind him.
"Well, I..." He started, but then closed his mouth, not knowing how to explain. He turned his attention briefly inward, just to see what his murderous intentions were. It retreated back into his belly. "I found that I could now channel my anger inside myself. I had never done that before. When I dropped it into a small rock that I picked up, this pox thing exploded on me .”
For the first time in her life, Aguna was not angry. She must have been so surprised that she forgot to put on her usual look. She said something that was supposed to sound snarky but was actually just curiosity: "What do you mean you move around your evil side? How? Are you angry about different things?"
"No, it's... it's hard to explain. But my anger was always like something inside me, like water in a kettle. It would come out when I wanted it. Some people in the military call it Killing intent, that's what veterans have after winning enough battles. Just by seeing that look in their eyes, you know they're going to kill you. It's good for scaring off new recruits. I've always been more aggressive than most. Strong, because I've been through more battles. But I've never really tried to do anything with it, or at least not like this."
Another drop of blood flowed down his nose into his beard. He sighed. "Flower, Gabby, go get a clean cloth and clean these little cuts. Let's see if there are any rock fragments stuck on me."
The children hurried to the car to see what they could find, but it wasn't long before they discovered that all the bandages were in use. He saw Flower picking up the last few strips of red cloth and giving them to the wolf to scare him
Making little robes, he and Ga
Bi looked at each other nervously.
"If you don't have any bandages, go get some snow."
Snow, it turns out, is just a mess. He thought it would suck the blood in, but it was more of a smear than a soak, and the cold melted water had a way of dripping all the way into his shirt. However, Flower did manage to remove a sharp stone the size of a child's fingernail from one of the wounds, much to the nervous boy's horror and relief.
Aguna handed him the spear without saying a word, and he didn't even realize she had gone to pick it up. It took a moment for the children to realize something was wrong, and they grew stiff and pale as Agnar gathered them behind him. Only then did she whisper in his ear: "In the bushes to the north. Eyes."
He took a few breaths before he found it: a spotted feline the same color as the rotting leaves lining the dirt, almost perfectly camouflaged. Its eyes glowed yellow, like the boys' eyes, and only then did Androcles see its face: that of a man the color of murky water. A black panther with a human face. cute. Gosh, why not?
"What's going on?" I didn't see anything! Hua muttered eagerly.
"I don't know." Then, raising his voice, he said, "Can you talk?"
The terrible thing didn't respond. Only when Androcles stood up with his spear, his eyes fixed on it, did it rise from its prepared crouch and take a step forward. The cat monster's face has no wrinkles, is bare, and is smoother than a normal face. It looks more like a clay doll than a person; all the features are there, but something is missing. For all he knew, it might even be female, but he didn't think so.
The cat pulls its lips back, giving the appearance of a smile, but looks more like a toothy beast. They are similar to the sharp teeth of the shark at the front of the Thunderbolt, but more jagged, as if it spent a lot of time chewing bones and rocks.
Just looking at the thing made him feel sick; it slithered forward like a leopard chasing a lamb, and that, coupled with its expressionless, manly face, made him feel deeply disgusted. , he thought he was going to vomit.
"Argen, do you know what that is?" he asked.
"No, no," she replied quietly and restrainedly. He sensed that she was really scared.
"Well, I hate it." He stamped his foot and shouted, "Get out of here! Go!"
Instead of retreating as he had hoped, the thing chose that moment to lunge at him, mouth open and claws extended. The children screamed.
Androcles spun the spear around and waved it with both hands, hoping to catch something next to its head. It flashed back, barely out of reach.
Hot pain suddenly erupted from his broken ribs, forcing him to grit his teeth and grin at the cat monster. The shredded skin on his arms felt like a giant peeling blister from armpit to forearm, but that didn't slow him down. The ribs could hold him back at the wrong moment, though. He gritted his teeth and frowned, mustering up the courage to face the coming pain.
"I have a shield," said Agun, who stood behind him, somewhat like a father. He nodded without looking; from the sound of it, she pushed the kids back to give him some space. good.
The panther's eyes passed him and began to circle. Androx turned to follow him, but by the time he realized it was only trying to get around him, not outflank him, it was already too late. He jumped out and thrust his spear through it, just enough to stop it from passing through Argen's shield.
He stabbed a few more times, but the beast danced around the tip of his spear like leaves in the wind. Aguna stumbled backwards and was helped up by Flower and Galbi.
The shield disappeared and the three of them hurried back behind Angelus, who tried to stop the thing. Gabby kept screaming—short, sharp, staccato screams that made his ears hurt. Flower kept his mouth shut, as if he were afraid of what would happen if he opened it.
At this time, the wolf suddenly ran out of the car. She growled low and threatened, but didn't dare attack on her own. She seemed as upset about it as he was. Still, she rushed between the thing and Gabby. Thank the gods.
Ankerex stabbed forward again, but the cat monster still easily bypassed the attack. One after another. Every time, the thing seemed to be one step ahead of him. It reminded him of a weasel he once saw fighting a snake. The weasel won.
He feinted and did a series of quick half-ins to try and get it off balance. For a moment, its footing seemed unsteady, and he thrust forward again. His spear barely missed the thing's front shoulder. Like before, it slipped away; but before that, he gave it a good cut.
It screamed at him, the first time he'd heard it make a sound. Its pitiful voice was somewhere between a young woman and an angry crow. His stomach ached again and he felt himself turning blue.
He tried to swallow his lunch, but was distracted for a long time. The evil thing lunged at him again, this time over the tip of his spear and into his chest.
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Okles dropped his spear in time, put his hand against its ribs, and threw it down, but the spear caught the bearskin and caught it. The claws at its base clawed at his legs but somehow failed to penetrate his thick woolen trousers. He lifted the thing up and threw the bearskin away.
Poppy the Buck sprang forward, struck it with his front hooves, and then jabbed in with his powerful horns while it was still trying to free itself from the bear's hide. The giant beast trampled it on the ground, as if to push it into the earth and bury it. The panther must have been stabbed in six different places, but that didn't stop it from screaming or slowing down its frantic twisting and twitching attempts to break free.
Androcles picked up his spear, grunting in pain when he bent down too quickly. This time, since the Man-Leopard cannot move, it becomes an easy target. He stabbed it at least twenty times, making a mess, and when the deer finally reared its head, he had to help pull it out of Bobby's horns.
Every hair on his head seemed tense, but it was over. He took a deep breath to calm himself. A
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Okles looked at the stag and their eyes met. It looked at him coldly, as if to say: "Why should I take care of this for you?" He nodded as gently as he could, and then turned away. What else does that bastard want, thanksgiving and sweet cake?
Before he knew it, the second panther's claws had bitten his shoulder. Its fore and hind paws dug into his flesh, binding the hideous thing to him so tightly that he could not dislodge it unless he bled profusely. Before he could get an idea, it started trying to bite into his skull.
The moment he felt its teeth strike bone, he unleashed his murderous intent, almost on pure instinct. The second panther screamed into his hair and dug deeper. It stiffened, but in a way, its claws tightened around his shoulders and thighs.
Agu
e! What if she hadn't prepared her shield yet? In panic, he struggled to control his anger, trying to pull all of it back inside, but something went wrong. He could feel it swirling in his guts, feel it growl out of his entire skin, feel how it was impeded and held back by the miasma. As soon as he realized that there was a miasmatic cancer in his heart, his rage was vented against him as it gathered on the stone in his palm.
He felt a slip. Then there was a snap.
A sickly darkness broke from his body and seeped into him. It soon seeped into everything, burning in his veins like plague-stricken acid. He gasped, almost howled, and tried with all his concentration and energy to point it at the creature.
It disobeyed him and his body became a battlefield. All over him his murderous intent oppressed, fighting against the miasma that burned and devoured everything it could. His anger stirred, fighting against it, pushing it around like oil and water in a shaking pot. The darkness within him was poison. That is death. It was killing him.
He should have been killed years ago. That's how it was. He realized now: had it not been for his murderous intent to contend with, he would have died long ago. Every year, every kill, they get stronger. 25 years of bloodshed made him what he is now. With every battle, the miasma within him grows, and in response, his murderous intent grows to contain it. No wonder it's grown so powerful in the past few months - he's killed a cyclops and a goddess. Will their deaths produce miasma? Their corpses?
He had no time to think further. The monster above him twitched and sucked in air, and the sound sounded very human. As Ankrex regained consciousness, he felt its claws twisting inside him. He grabbed it just above its front paws and tried to pull them out, but the war burning inside him robbed him of the strength in his arms.
The scary guy licked the blood off his forehead. Its tongue feels very human, soft and wet. The cold air made him conscious of the drool on his forehead, and he shouted: "Oh, go to hell! The crows took it all!"
True rage and indignation erupted within him, raising the battle between his will and the miasma to new heights. The pressure of the conflict builds until he realizes he's made a terrible mistake - the two powers have grown too big for his skin.
He tried to channel it all, but the burning oil inside him slipped from his mental fingers and squeezed outward against his skin. It pressed against his skin until it cracked in several places at once, like steam rising from a well-covered pot.
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okles smelled of burning hair and clothes. He tried to peer down through the ugly creature's thick fur, but caught a glimpse of fire. Tiny flames burst out all over his body, burning holes in his clothes before emerging.
Within him, two forces swelled and fought with each other, scorching him. His mind groped desperately for something to do to stop it, to save himself before he was set alight like a lamp and burned alive in front of his woman and children.
It was so loud that he could barely concentrate, and he realized that Aguna was screaming in terror along with the children.
Get out! he shouted in his mind. Get up and get out!
He focused on the wet spot on his forehead where it had licked him just seconds before, imagining all the energy in him gathering there. He screamed to center himself, pouring all his energy into that spot, hoping it would all flow upward.
It obeyed, miasma and all. It felt like an oil fire on a stormy ocean, but it could all suddenly pool on his forehead, collapse, and heat up to incredible brightness.
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Okles buried his head in the monster's fur and pulled it against him. Get out! He directed, pushing.
The two powers slipped out of him and entered the thing, which immediately exploded in blazing rage and splashed to the ground around him.
But the fire is still burning. He can never go back. It was like lamp oil, nourished by the power in his body, burning higher and higher. It came out of his open eyes, his open mouth, his entire torso as he screamed to the sky. The fire burning above him glowed bright green and red.
It rose higher and higher, sucking everything away from him. He could feel the stench rising from him, hissing like death in his flesh.
Fire erupted from the top of the tree, straight up into the sky. It forms a bright pillar in the sky, making the deep blue expanse of the ocean dim by comparison. He felt blisters on his skin and smelled the smell of his clothes being burned.
Stop! He wills it. again and again. again and again. stop!
The shocking pillar of fire went out, leaving behind a cloud of yellow smoke that disappeared after a while.
Exhausted, Androx collapsed to the ground, unable to hold himself up any longer. His mind was too tired to even bother to see how much, if any, homicidal intent he had left; but he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his heart. The small amount of miasma that remained in his body quickly evaporated into the air, and it was all over.
The focus of the battle faded and he heard the screams of his family again. Argen shouted his name over and over again while running around the small camp. After a while, he felt like he was being hit by snow. They are putting out the fire. You are so thoughtful.
"Oh!" he complained. Every part of him burned and ached, inside and out.
"I think he's out, Mom!" The fire was out. cried a desperate flower, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Daddy, can you hear me? There are only two of those! It's all right now!"
Gabi was in his chest and began to shake him, trying to wake him up. "Don't die! She shouted." Oh, dad, wake up! "
Andrex wanted to open his eyes, but they felt sunburn. "I woke up, you silly girl. I just want to excite myself. Calm down."
"Can you survive?" Hua said.
"Well, I hope so."
Agena kicked on his knee and said, "You young people and trees are hybrid! Do you dare to scare me like this! You better want to die next time, you forgotten the bastard!"
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If Okles is still powerful, he will grin. He opened his eyes hard so that they could rest assured. "Help me sit up," he raised his arms and said. When they pulled him up, he sounded, and his rib was pulled gently. Surprisingly, his clothes are the worst. The burnt traces and the burnt holes made most of the clothes he wore almost useless, and the cold air had quietly come in.
He bent his fingers and toes. Seriously, he didn't feel so uncomfortable, thinking that it hurts so much just now. He was convinced that he was full of burns, but to him, he just looked a little red.
"What's wrong, Dad?" Hua asked. "Why did you get angry?"
He opened his mouth and wanted to explain. At this moment, he heard the shouts and horn sounds from the army on the mountain. They saw the fire. Of course. How could they not notice it? Nothing is easy. After realizing this, other voices came, beast -like roar, the sound of grass and trees trampled, and some huge objects of dark and heavy strikes. many things. The leader is here.
The army, as well as other monsters of the king's shadow. Everything around him saw the lighthouse he became became a lighthouse. From the sound point of view, they all began to move in his direction.
"Damn," he grunted.
