Esher had hunted packs of snow wolves alone, but even the strongest of them all looked weak and humble to the giant wolf, and his instincts told him that the beast would only be more difficult to deal with than the pack. Human nature and animal nature coexist perfectly in it, swaying a solemn and sacred harmony. The giant wolf stepped out of the darkness under the dark clouds into the moonlight, and did not announce his presence in a high-profile manner, but the mere projection of his eyes showed an inconvenient presence, so that both Esher and Teresa were the first to notice its malicious gaze, and then to itself.

The cane's vibration grew stronger, and it seemed as if something was going to break free from the shackles of the wood at any moment. Eshua almost couldn't hold it anymore, he shifted all his weight to his left foot, and when he stood firm, he let go of his right hand and let the vines hang down and hang his cane in the air. But at this moment, the vine that had been tightly wrapped slipped off Eshy's wrist, and the cane fell straight into the snow, and after leaving Eshy's palm, it immediately fell silent, and it was a lifeless piece of wood. Eshua looked at the cane in surprise, and then he understood the "intent" of the cane: it was time to make a choice.

The moment Estheu wandered, the giant wolf moved. Its movements are extremely fast, and its explosive power is incredibly strong, and the snow it stands on explodes at the moment of exertion. The giant wolf ran wildly in the snow, kicking out a heavy snow mist on all fours, forming an ethereal and discrete cloud of smoke and dust behind him. The giant wolf immediately found Eshu, who turned to the side and opened his arms around its neck, trying to strangle the giant wolf to the ground. However, the giant wolf writhed deftly, its shiny fur sliding softly between Estheau's arms, and it scurried out of Essho's grip with ease. Eshua reached out and grabbed the wolf's tail and twisted it with a flick of his wrist. He took a deep breath and was about to pull it off, but the giant wolf turned his head and sprayed a breath of fishy air into Esso's face. Its mouth was filled with the smell of rotting corpses, and Eschoke's stomach was churning, and he almost suffocated. Heinfa was forced to stop, and the giant wolf flicked his tail and knocked Aeshu down. It turned to bite Teresa, who rolled over to avoid it, and stabbed down the river with a thud, re-emerging with the black keys in her hand. Teresa scurried up to the riverbank and stabbed the black key into the wolf's throat. The giant wolf's muscles tensed instantly, and the blade was stuck between its neck. The black key was no longer an inch, and when Teresa was about to pull back, the huge wolf head slapped her to the ground from top to bottom. The wolf stepped on Teresa and lowered his head to bite her throat.

A cane smashed into the wolf's head, crooked its mouth, and staggered its mountain-like body. There was obvious pain in the wolf's eyes, and he turned his head to stare at the stick that flew back into Essho's hand in disbelief.

The stench still swirled in Estheau's mind, stirring up a chaotic chain reaction in his senses. He didn't even have a clear idea of what he was doing, but after seeing Teresa in danger, he found the closest thing to his hand and smashed it - fortunately there was a stick stuck in the snow next to him, otherwise Esher would have had to pinch the snowball. Fortunately, it worked, but the giant wolf still stepped on Teresa. Essor took the cane in a daze, and a strange sense of disobedience rose in his heart, as if someone had told him in his heart that it was not appropriate to use it in this way.

How should that be used? Essho held the middle of the staff in his left hand, and his right hand naturally ripped open the vines, as if pulling the string of a bow. The ends of the cane are sharply bent, forming a full and complete circle with the vines.

That's right, that's how it works.

There was a cracking sound from the depths of the cane, and a full-fledged longbow came out between the wood and the shards of the vines. It has a primitive appearance and a simple appearance, without any superfluous carvings and decorations, but it has its own natural majesty. An invisible force drove Estheu's arm, and he inhaled the surging air, and further expanded the bowstring to the extreme, and at that moment the illusion of grandeur spread out beside him, like a picture of cold and cruel brushstrokes: the mountains slowly collapsed on the horizon, and the bones piled up into new mountains; The bruised dragon fell in a pool of blood, and the light in his pupils was like a flickering candle flame gradually extinguished; The falcon fell from the sky, black blood oozing from its closed beak; Crows and vultures hovered over their carcass, chirping cheerfully and greedily. The illusion was fleeting, and Eshu returned to the snowfield, where he felt an invisible flow of air converging between the bowstring and the back of the bow, and refracting a hazy entity in the moonlight—it was a slender "arrow"!

Over to you.

It's up to you.

I'll leave it to you for the time being.

What is it?

It's proof of mine.

Who are you?

My name is Urvet, the god of archers and hunting!

The man's voice was like a mighty bell, and Eshua let go of his hand in a daze, and the reset bowstring let out an agitated clang, and the arrows formed by the converging air flow shot out with a wild roar. Without hesitation, the wolf turned and ran, its four legs raising the snow mist again, trying to get as far away as possible, but the arrows caught up with it in a blink of an eye, drowning its burly body in the sharp turbulence.

The giant wolf's movements froze, and countless deep blood stains burst out from under its fur, as if thousands of swords were added to it in that moment, slashing it to pieces. The huge mouth of blood slowly split open from the wolf's throat, and its head fell, and its body fell to the ground with a thud.

Esso, with his longbow, fell to his knees in the snow weakly, gasping violently. He wanted to retch, but didn't vomit anything. The arrow not only brutally squeezed away what little physical strength he had left, but also cut his right arm to blood, and in some places he could even see Sensen's white bones. It took a while for Essho to barely get up, and he slowly walked over to Teresa and reached out to pick her up, but Teresa didn't struggle anymore this time—she was exhausted too. "Who the hell are you?" Teresa asked, looking at him.

"Probably...... It's the child of prophecy. Eshu shrugged his shoulders, surprised to find that his tone was so casual and unrelenting. But one thing is clear: it was he who grabbed his cane and smashed it, and it was he who took the initiative to tear open the vines. He made his choice and did not regret it. Even if time goes back countless times, the longbow is destined to be liberated in his hands.

Actually, it doesn't feel that bad. Essho thought silently. "Let's go." He said.

Teresa nodded silently, she was about to take a step, but she threw herself to the ground, and with Eshy she fell. The two fell together, their faces pressed very closely. Esher saw Teresa's pale face covered with solidified ice crystals, a faint and cold breath spraying on his face,—— she had jumped into the river to retrieve the black key, which further lowered her body temperature. Eshu hesitated for a moment, then embraced Teresa with open arms.

"Let go!" Teresa tried to push Esher away, but she really didn't have the strength to bite Eshu's throat hard. Her teeth were also cold.

"Offended." Eshu said as he endured the pain and began to exhale heavily. But this time it wasn't to build up strength, it was just to repeatedly let a huge amount of air go in and out of the lungs. His body temperature gradually rose, like a furnace running at full strength. The heat was transferred through the close bodies of the two men, and the ice crystals gradually melted. Teresa's body shrank slightly shyly in the face of the heat, but it only lasted for a few seconds before she pressed back against Essho.

"Hey, Griff, where did you just go?" The tundra cracked, and Teresa let go of her mouth, and a bright smile appeared in front of Esher as she looked up.

"I'm not Griff," Eshy whispered, "I'm Esher Baranduk. ”

"If you weren't Griff, then why did you save me just now?" Theresa froze for a moment, then grinned again, and buried her head in Eshy's arms, "And if you're not Griff, why can you hold me?" You're badly injured, but that's okay, just pray to the goddess of order and you'll get better. She lifted her hand, put her fingertips on Estheau's head, and gently drew a cross for him from his forehead to his chest, from his left shoulder to his right.

"Come, follow me," she sang in a voice like a silver bell:

"Our first Lord God in heaven

Holiness be the name of order

May your scales and your sword come

Thy will be done on earth

as walking in heaven

Give us order

Deliver us from the misery of chaos

Destroy our enemies

Such as destroying your enemies

Because of justice, arbitration, rule

It's all yours

Forever

Amen。 ”

The Lord's Prayer of the Order is still the Order, but when it is reuttered through Teresa's mouth, it is no longer empty and subtle, and every syllable is full of life. Eshu whispered, their voices mingling, indistinguishable from each other. Sensing that Teresa's body temperature had returned to normal, he let go of his hand and pulled her to her feet. Teresa's body was still limp, however, and Eshy carefully placed her on his back, securing her with a bow, and the bowstring strangled his chest. He felt Teresa's body stiffen for a moment, knowing that the sun had set back into the tundra. He tentatively reached for Teresa's knee.

Teresa didn't refuse, and let Esher hold herself. "Thank you." She whispered, her arms slowly wrapping around Eshy's neck.

Eshu hummed softly and continued to walk east along the river.

"I'm sorry." After a while, Teresa said again.

"It's fine." Esher said.

"Can you continue to pray with me?"

"Okay."

The waning moon did not enter the heavy dark clouds, and the two stepped into the infinite darkness, singing faintly, and the flowing water followed.

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