When the snow melts, the ground is full of silt and puddles. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info stepped on it, the sticky can't be pulled out, the mud is full of rotten debris, and it is easy to make the feet fester. The weather seems to have gotten better after the snow, there is no white fog in the morning, and you can even feel the sun at noon.

In the endless wasteland, refugees are running in pain, not knowing where they are going or whether they will see the sun tomorrow.

The leader of the refugees, Koli, is also dead, he was so close to the city of his dreams, but so far away overnight. It felt out of reach, but in fact it was out of reach, and he couldn't get the refugees out of the predicament, so he coughed up blood and died in pain. The refugees remembered the old love and were afraid that his body would fall into the hands of the Kyrgyz, so they dug a pit and buried it. He can be buried in the ground, but more people don't even have a chance to enter the ground. This is the people in troubled times, worthless.

"Sister, where are we going? Aren't we going to the city? Why run away? Little Tony asked as he pulled his leg out of the mud and pinched the corner of his sister's clothes.

He was only an eight-year-old child, his father died under the iron hooves of the Noxian army, his mother died in the mines of Lingnan, and his only relative now was only one sister who was three years older than him, the elder sister was named Demi, who was dry and thin, except for his younger brother, who was fierce to everyone. The little girl is sensible early and protects her younger brother like a little hen. When the Kyrgyz people killed people, she blindfolded her younger brother, listening to her brother's innocent words, she was also at a loss and did not know how to answer.

"Hmm...... Shall we go south? There are delicious coconuts and mangoes, and we can all have a full meal when we get there, and we don't have to go hungry again! ”

The little girl's words successfully deceived little Tony, he tilted his head, and muttered, "South? ”

The little kid thought that the south was a place name, but when he thought of the benefits of what his sister said, he laughed stupidly. His eyes were full of longing, and he thought hopefully, "I really want to get to the south soon!" ”

The little girl looked at her brother's hopeful eyes, but her heart was very bitter. She had already discovered her current situation from the refugees, and it was hard to say whether she would survive this time, and even if she was lucky enough to escape, where would she go? They are a group of people who have lost hope, and perhaps dying silently in this wasteland is their proper destination. She is very envious of her younger brother, who can still imagine and be full of hope.

"Those demons are here again!"

I don't know who let out the panicked shout, and the voice was full of fear, with a hint of trilling echoing back and forth through the ranks. The refugees panicked, some wanted to run, some tried to fight hard, and some sat on the ground waiting to die.

In the vast wasteland, the warriors of the Frostwolf Clan were striding with mallets in hand. They have big mouths, stick out their tongues, let their tongues sway in the air, let their saliva run wild. The patriarch of the Frostwolf Clan stood on top of the hill with a short axe, and beat his chest hard: "Kill them all!" Kill them all! ”

Old Gulun stooped over and walked tremblingly to the leader's side, his old face wrinkled and overlapped, and the orange eyes under his shrugged eyelids were shining, he smacked his lips and exclaimed, "What a delicious and tender food! ”

The west wind was weak and only drifted back and forth between the hills. In the mud, Demi pressed little Tony's head tightly in her arms, and they crouched on the ground, shivering from the splashes of mud and wild howls.

Little Tony tugged hard at his sister's clothes and asked sullenly, "Sister, are we going to die?" ”

Little Demi Pear Blossom said with rain: "Silly brother, don't be afraid, let's go find Mom and Dad!" ”

"Oh......."

The sun was dazzling, it broke free from the clouds, and hung in the sky as if to show off, as if to declare itself the only master of the firmament! Even the icy season can't stop its wanton brilliance.

After the first snowfall, it's like summer. It seems that winter has gone far away, and spring is coming.

Old Gulun touched his sparse beard, and his whole face smiled like a chrysanthemum, and the old chrysanthemum faced the sun, as if ushering in the second spring: "The frost wolf clan will not perish, after this winter, we will become stronger and stronger, until we regain the glory that belongs to us!" ”

The leader grinned, wanton and arrogant. He stroked the thick chest hair on his chest with his dirty five fingers, this is a symbol of a man, this is the glory of a warrior!

At the foot of the hill, there was a cry of despair, but the leader thought of the previous humiliation, that the hateful Demacian, who had turned himself into a slave and his precious warrior into a coolie! These humiliations can only be repaid with the flesh and blood of the Demacians!

In the breeze, his legs were spread apart, the leader scanned down with scarlet eyes, he smelled the intoxicating smell of blood, felt his blood begin to boil, he couldn't hold it anymore, he raised his head and let out a loud roar, the two short axes slammed into the air hard, splashing countless sparks.

He ran wildly in the wind, screaming in the sun, feeling the breath of freedom and eager to join the killing scene.

In the oblique thorn, I don't know where to run a wildebeest, and there is a bald knight on the hornie, which is very dazzling. The frostwolf leader glanced at the sound, feeling a little familiar, and after another glance, his pace had slowed down. Turning her head to look, Chrysanthemum tightened: "It's him!" ”

The galloping knight rushed in front of the frostwolf leader, and the huge mace fell from the sky. The leader of the frostwolves set up his double axe, and only a loud sound could be heard, as if it was like a thunderbolt ringing in his ears. Under the splash of firelight, the huge body of the frostwolf leader flew freely in the air, and fell to the ground with a thud, and before he could stand up, the glittering mace smashed again.

The frostwolf leader's skull burst suddenly, sending red and white flying through the air. There is also a piece of flesh skin attached to the neck, which is blown by the wind, and it flutters like a flower.

Countless soldiers rushed out from the rear, and they led the bald horseman to the battlefield. On the hill, Old Gulun stood stiffly in the wind, his eyes reflecting a man, black hair and black eyes, carrying a bloody sword, smiling at him.

This person was quite familiar, and he appeared very suddenly, and when Old Gu Lun saw that the distance was so close, his mind turned sharply, and the old face squeezed out a bright smile: "Hey! ”

As soon as he finished greeting, the man on the other side turned his face, and the blood-stained sword suddenly stabbed out, and the old Gulun's figure retreated sharply, but the sword followed him. Old Gulun saw the cold light of the tip of the sword, felt the fear of death, and under the strong pressure, he grew his mouth: "Don't kill-." ”

The words stopped abruptly, and the sword passed through the throat. Drawing his sword back into its sheath, the swordsman turned and jumped down the hill, never looking at him again.

The corpse fell from behind, and Old Gulen's eyes bulged out, revealing a sense of disbelief.

Shaped like a phantom, the swordsman appeared on the battlefield in the blink of an eye. The long sword shone with a faint blue light, and every move and style looked extremely capable. Blood splattered in the air, and the warriors of the Frostwolf Clan couldn't even make a sound before they died, and every sword hit the vital point, either in the throat or in the heart.

The tragic death of the leader, the disappearance of the shaman, discouraged the seemingly murderous Kyrgyz, who had already been defeated once. Dealing with unarmed refugees is still reckless. When they met Hua Li Lang's army again, they were quickly defeated.

Some turned their heads and ran, some knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, this time no one accepted their surrender, the kneeling one was a knife, and the escapee was also a knife. The warriors of the Frostwolf Clan had no way out, but instead aroused the wildness in their hearts, and they fought hard to resist and were killed. Although it brought a lot of casualties to Hua Li Lang's clan, this time there was no forgiveness or mercy.

In the mud, the two siblings were still shivering. Until a big broad hand reached out to the two of them, a gentle voice was heard in their ears: "Are you all right?" ”

Little Demi looked up, and she saw a warrior covered in blood. She hugged her brother nervously and let out a piercing scream: "Don't come here! ”

The warrior did not approach, he looked at the two of them condescendingly, and said softly: "You be careful to follow the team, don't fall behind, if you can't run, go to your uncle on horseback, they will help you." ”

After the soldier finished speaking, he left, and in the mud, the elder sister hugged her younger brother and cried bitterly. The immature voice was intermittent, and even choked was so weak.