Eric struggled to adjust his breathing, and the tired expression on his face disappeared without a trace in a moment, and the shield under his feet seemed to have broken marks under the repeated advance of the feather arrows. The Invalids had retreated into the depths of the forest, his figure was gone, and a bright trail was streaked through the rain.

In the ambush, more than 600 Invalids were killed and wounded, and more than 500 corpses of swordsmen were left on Beth Mountain.

The sky gradually darkened, and the cold mountain wind and rain beat on people's bodies, cold and biting, like their hearts. They don't have time to mourn those who have died, because the battle will only get fiercer, and perhaps they will be among the people of the future when they mourn the sacrifices of today.

The dinner was not sumptuous, but each person had an extra bowl of millet wine, and the young warriors ate cold flatbread and drank spicy millet wine in the cold rain, which was the taste of home. People ate silently, tears had already crossed their faces, mixed with rainwater flowing into their mouths, a little bitter. They drank it all, and looked at the other side of the mountain behind them, beautiful women with young children, laughing insolently in the fields, clapping their hands, and crossing their waists. The softest place in their hearts is touched, and things here must not happen in that place in their hearts, even if they will never see such a picture again.

The elders, like the young warriors, whispered goodbye to their friends, and they even showed a long-lost smile, even a look of farewell in their eyes, which looked both tragic and desolate. Eric sat quietly on the branch, remembering Ryan's fiery gaze, remembering what a fool's stupid it had been! Andrew likes Ryan, and everyone can see that Ryan deliberately keeps a distance from him, a distance that seems to be very close, but cannot be overcome.

Wind and dust walked carefully through the forest, and the ground was full of traces of horses' hooves. Andrew pulled Giya and followed cautiously, they tied their horses in the woods, and followed the trails of the horses to this place. The woods were dense, the rain was dripping intermittently on the three of them, and the mountain wind was blowing, and there was a biting feeling.

The sky was getting darker, and everything around was blurry. It seemed that the swordsmen did not leave the guards, they quickened their pace, and there was a swordsman in front of them, it was a cold corpse, their faces twisted in pain, as if they were enduring great pain, the blood had long been washed away by the rain, and the wounds had no color.

Walking out of the dense forest, the three of them walked quickly on the muddy mountain path, and the corpses in the mountains gradually increased, what kind of miserable scene in the world was that, the corpses of the Invalids and the swordsmen were intertwined, and the mountains were full of feather arrows, and the mutilated corpses of the Invalids gradually increased.

There was a voice in the distance, they hurriedly fell to the ground, everywhere there were horses that had lost their masters neighing, Andrew gently dragged the wind and dust, and said softly: "It seems that our people have rushed to the woods in front of us, and we will rush there too." ”

Feng Chenyang looked back at him, and he couldn't even see his face clearly, but there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, like a flame burning. "I really can't figure it out, what can you do if you go to that place?" Feng Chenyang pointed to his thin body and asked the doubts in his heart.

Andrew struggled to suppress his agitation. "Wind and dust, I have a bold idea, I always feel that Chaotian is a divine beast that has been guarding the dwarf race. ”

Feng Chenyang sat up suddenly, his face full of surprise, he touched Andrew's forehead, and touched his own, "It seems that you don't need me to bury it, and it is estimated that people with your body can only eat half full!"

Andrew stopped talking when he heard this, and there was an unusual stubbornness on his face.

Heaven and earth were completely wrapped in darkness, and there was not a trace of light to be seen, and occasionally a few bolts of lightning pierced the night sky, with a rumbling thunder, as if to tear the earth apart.

The swordsmen also seemed to have stopped attacking, and such a dark and rainy night was not suitable for melee, so they set up improvised tents, and the large roll behind them was a bed. The sentinels left outside also gathered in twos and threes, drinking wine and talking quietly.

Wind and dust pulled the two dwarves and moved slowly into the woods, his ears trying to distinguish everything around him, his movements sometimes hurried, sometimes slow.

When Dusty touched the first tree, he knew that this was where the dwarves were hiding, and he knew they were safe. When he was about to tell this to Andrew behind him. Dozens of arrows glowing with blue flames pierced through the rain curtain and shot in all directions.

"Ding Ding Ding" was just a moment, a bright light flashed, the arrow cluster was cut into two sections on the ground, and the blue flame was extinguished. Feng Chenyang scolded, "Shorty, you want to bury Lao Tzu!"

Andrew's voice rang out behind him. "I'm Andrew!"

Several swordsmen who were on guard in the distance stood up suspiciously when they saw the sparks lit up in the distance. He took off the horn bow behind his back and shot a few arrows at the place just now, but there was no movement except for the dripping sound of wind and rain. After a few mutters, he sat down and continued to drink.

Eric urged a flame to light up the surroundings, staring at the dust with a bewildered expression. Feng Chenyang was embarrassed, "I picked up these two dwarfs on the road, oh no, I saved them on the road." ”

Andrew motioned for him to be silenced, "A friend, he helped us over." ”

Feng Chenyang closed his mouth and looked closely at the raging flames in the air. "What's burning in here?" he reached out tentatively to stroke it, "Oops!" and immediately shrank back.

Jiya gently pulled him into the distance, stretched out her palm, and a flame slowly burned in her palm. The little girl looked proud, looking at the wind and dust happily and smiling. Feng Chenyang squatted down, leaned close to Jiya's ear, looked back at Eric and the others, and asked softly, "Where did you get so many dwarfs?"

Ji Ya's face changed suddenly, she muttered, her brows furrowed into a good-looking shape, her face was full of anger, and a pair of big deep eyes stared straight at the wind and dust.

Feng Chenyang looked puzzled, and hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean yours, you are still young, you will still grow taller, they, you see, they are not small, they will definitely be like that in the future." He shook his head and sighed.

Ji Ya slammed a pink fist on Feng Chenyang's chest, pursed his small mouth, extinguished the flame in his palm, and his white neck turned red, ignoring him.

He hesitated to stand up, walked to the big tree next to him and sat down, he leaned against the tree and closed his eyes. After a while, he felt someone sit next to him, tugged at the corner of his coat, he didn't move, and then a head rested lightly on his lap.

Feng Chenyang gently stroked the bright red ribbon on Ji Ya's head, and muttered, "Why are you people here so short and don't let people say it?"

The little girl raised her head suddenly, her round eyes glared at him, her reddened neck and tendons throbbing slightly, and she stood up and walked away, when suddenly she turned and walked back, kicked at the dusty thigh, and then angrily walked to another tree and sat down, buried her head in her knees, and ignored him.