He put on the armor of the horse's owner, so that the black mare was very meek and wrapped around the trunk of the tree, and recognized him as his previous master, but Gawain did not dare to take it lightly, and he took the sword in his hand, and wandered around, trying to avoid the mare's hind hips, lest she would give himself a kick, and then he quickly removed the boots hanging from the stirrups, and eagerly put them on his lap, and removed from the saddle the coat, the duffel roll, and a cloth cover.

Tear open the cloth cover, and inside is a small shiny axe.

Gawain stayed where he was, bouncing for a while, finally regaining his temperature, and then he opened his coat, and there was a water bladder in it, and thinking that it was wine, he rejoiced in his heart, and unplugged it and began to drink it—but when it entered his throat, it was a sweet and refreshing drink, as if it were some kind of sweet drink, not wine. Gawain shook his head, put it back in, then took the blanket in the duffel roll, walked to the place where the child's body was kept, wiped the snow foam off the childish face with his hands, closed the child's eyes, then spread out the blanket, wrapped the little corpse, tied a knot with the rope horizontally and vertically, and tied the end to his left arm, because he could not find a suitable scabbard, he could only continue to carry Schwert upside down on his right hand, dragged the child's body, and slowly braved the wind and snow to walk out of the forest.

"I'll find you a burial place."

When he reached the edge of the forest, the wind and snow gradually subsided, and then he saw that on the arm of the armor he was wearing, there was an open copper ring, and he looked down, and there were words engraved on it that he had never seen before, twisted and twisted, which should be the identity of the samurai just now.

Taking the seventh step into the forest, he stepped on the hand of a dead man at his feet, stiff, and he looked down, and the slope below was full of dead bodies, he had seen dead people in his life, and they were abnormal, but he had never seen so many dead people—he stood on the steep slope at the edge of the forest, and below was a vast basin wasteland covered with snow, with a blue-gray river in the middle, covered in broken ice, and densely packed on both sides, full of corpses, about hundreds, and burning charred stumps and trunks, With a pungent stench and the smell of blood. Gawain was stunned, and he walked briskly through the snow, half-walking and half-slipping.

"There was a massacre here not long ago, and that kid should have escaped the hunt of the slaughterers just now, but he didn't expect to be spared." He thought so, when a terrible trumpet sounded, and he looked up, and saw a horseman holding a black battle flag in the wind, wearing a silver peaked helmet, with two feathers on it, standing on the opposite peak in the twilight, and the horn in his hand.

After a whining sound, the cavalry turned around and quickly disappeared from Gawain's sight.

"Is it the sound of a call for the slaughterer to return to the camp?" Gawain lowered his body, he casually opened the two corpses, both of them were half naked, blue and swollen from the cold, it seemed that this group of slaughterers did not even let go of the clothes of the victims, Gawain touched it again, and took out something from the hand of the deceased.

This thing, no matter how you look at it, is just an iron hoe.

Then Gawain carried the iron hoe, walked up a shady hillside, waved, and soon dug a shallow dirt pit, put the child with the blanket in it, and then covered the earth, "It seems that there is still a tombstone" He thought, and raised the antique sword in his hand, inserted it in front of the tomb, and served as a tombstone, and then he half knelt in front of the grave, folded his hands, and prayed to the tomb owner, "Although I couldn't save you, I buried you anyway, there are so many corpses in the wild here, and wild dogs and wolves will not patronize you." ”

So what's next?

Gawain was a little annoyed and distressed, pulled out a few dead leaves from under the snow, looked at the dead corpses all over the ground, and the deepening of the night, rolled up the dead leaves, and then led the oak stick with a fire sickle, lit it, put it in his mouth and sucked it a few times, choked and coughed repeatedly, and after sucking it, he hurriedly threw away the curly leaves that were about to burn in his hand with the flames, and then pulled out his axe, thinking about cutting down some branches in the nearby forest to make a fire to protect against the cold and wild beasts.

The rolled up dead leaves, with flames, like a small meteor, fell ten steps away from Gawain, where there were several corpses, and then Gawain heard a trembling **.

He walked over and saw that the fire was still burning on the other party's wrist, so he quickly rubbed it twice with the soles of his boots, the green smoke rose, and the man ** twice, and then turned over and saw Gao Wen, who was wearing black armor, with a copper ring on his arm, holding an axe in his hand, and his eyes were terrifying. It turned out that he must have mistaken Gawain for a member of the Slayer Legion, and realized that he still had breath, and he was holding an axe to deal with him.

Finally, the other man's hand kept shaking, he pulled a silver cross from his collar, and said a few sad words to Gawain, either bribing him or praying for the end.

"Can you understand me?" Gawain also shouted loudly, but the other party just kept shaking his head with a sad face, and began to cough up blood, like a gossamer, and kept pointing at the wound on his leg.

It seems that this guy is hopeless, so just give him a good time, lest he continue to suffer.

Just as Gawain raised his axe, a burst of golden light suddenly appeared behind him, and the dying man also grew his mouth, Gawain looked back, but saw that standing on the snow-white hillside, there was a figure dressed as a warrior in white robe and silver armor, riding a white horse, holding a golden cross flag, and a disc-like golden halo on the top of his head, which looked particularly dazzling in the snow.

At this moment, even Gawain could clearly hear the dying man's excited shout, "St. George, St. George!" ”

St. George? Is it the saint of Christ who is spread among all the peoples, the patron saint of the army of Christ? Gawain also got a miniature painting of ancient Persia, on which a warrior in oriental armor, armed with a spear, killed a poisonous dragon, standard Persian dress, but this is also St. George, but St. George in the eyes of Persians. It's like another ancient Persian painting where "Alexander the Great" is wrapped in a Crescent turban and led a group of warriors wearing Crescent armor to the East.

At this time, the heroic knight of St. George waved the sword in his hand, and the dying person was immediately shrouded in a golden light, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Hey!" Gawain didn't know whether the other party was alive or dead, so he turned back and shouted at St. George, but the knight on the hillside disappeared in an instant, turned into a black whirlwind, and blew in front of him in a blink of an eye—a girl with black clothes and black hair and a fair face.

"I am the Dead and Helllord Agih, the one you seek."