"This man, how long the hell has he been walking on the cold snow!?"

At this moment, this is probably the common idea of Dao Jin and the dozen or so city guards behind him, emerging from the bottom of their hearts.

However, soon from Dao Jin's face, a look of disdain soon appeared.

Because by looking up and down, in his eyes, this is a poor man who can't even afford to wear clothes and shoes, or a beggar who is even more shabby than a poor man.

"The gate tax of Ishioka Castle is 5 copper coins! Pay your taxes or fuck off! ”

Dorkin's impatient voice fell clearly on Aaron's ears.

Through the wind and frost on the eyelashes, the originally godless eyes suddenly became cold and flickering.

It is an ancient city.

It can be seen from its size, but also its huge structure.

The walls were old and crippled, and were riddled with knife wounds and bullet marks.

His eyes swept over the bodies of more than a dozen guards, all of them wore golden helmets, the armor on their bodies was also very fine, the spears in their hands and the big sword in their waists were telling Aaron, "Although this is a dozen despicable reptiles, judging from their current state, such a team is enough to bring a threat." Not to mention, there are also an unknown number of troops stationed in the city. ”

When he regained his calm gaze, Aaron's eyes shone like fire, and he seemed to be thoughtful and exploring, trying to suppress the killing intent in his heart.

At such a close distance, falling in Daojin's perspective, this gaze was like a steel vertebrae, and the cold light that inadvertently revealed pierced people's hearts.

"This ...... It's actually a pair of silver pupils! ”

A sensitive nerve protruded from the forehead, and the intense uneasiness made Dojin couldn't help but hold down the hilt of the sword and took a big step back.

Dao Jin's uneasiness made more than a dozen city guards decisively raise the spears in their hands.

"And then, soldiers! This spear. It's worth enough to buy the entire city behind you. ”

The abrupt and deep voice did not fall, and the bright object shook, Dao Jin subconsciously stretched out his arm, followed by a sudden sinking of his hand, making him frown and exclaim, "It's so heavy!" ”

In the entire Middle Empire, with the exception of some precious metals, the value of iron resources is higher than that of ordinary copper coins.

Let's not talk about the texture of this heavy spear and its sharpness. Judging by the feeling of Dao Jin, even if this spear is sold to a blacksmith on a street corner, it will be worth two silver coins.

But only an idiot would do that! Dawkin is a gate captain and knows the level of weapons. Barely able to be regarded as knowledgeable. Many dare not say, if this fine spear is sold to the auction house. I'm afraid it's worth a gold coin!

One gold coin. It was enough to make Dokin's eyes sparkle, and he simply waved his hand, "Let him in!" ”

……

Weak, cold, hungry.

The heavy spear had become a burden, and Aaron had become stiff even when he walked.

Rubbing the shoulders of the city guards, he walked slowly step by step. His eyes were so cold. The Spartan King 5-star effect has been supporting him, although I don't know how long it can last. Maybe the next second.

Falling in Dao Jin's eyes, under the city gate, the short distance of twenty meters made this back full of loneliness.

At the same time, the collective gasping made Dao Jin and his team full of shock.

In the horizon, there was hardly a decent piece of skin on the back of that figure, and the shattered flesh wrapped in a layer of ice crystals seemed to be directly attached to the bones, and a protruding white flower bone was particularly obvious, making people feel as if the god of death would come to summon him to stay away from the torture and fall down quickly.

"With such an injury, can you also climb long distances on the snowfield?"

"What kind of perseverance and endurance is this?"

Dokin was completely stunned, and the muscles in both cheeks were sagging loosely, as if he had received an electric shock, and his mind was in a state of half-dementia. Including the dozen or so guards behind him, they inhaled the cold air, dazed, and stared there in a daze.

With his stiff back, every time he moved forward, Dao Jin felt like his heart was being dragged and sunk again and again, as if he had been tied to a stone.

The soldier's intuition was telling him, "This back probably belongs to a strong warrior, but I don't know what happened to him." …… Just, what's the point? This is already a dying man. Perhaps, tomorrow he can be seen dying on an unknown street corner in Shigang City. ”

Shigang City.

From the point of view, the buildings facing the street are even more colorful, with different styles, some solemn and elegant, some simple and ordinary; Some are luxurious and extravagant, while others appear scattered and dilapidated.

Under the mixed streets on both sides, the weak body, like a climbing kudzu vine, grasps every crumbling footstep.

It is a difficult path to kinghood and a path to salvation.

Unkempt, ragged, and barefoot like a sinner, he walked in with deep feelings of the cold eyes of the world and the hardness of the edges and corners of the stubborn stones under his feet.

Coupled with those naughty boys, they deliberately threw down a clump of thorns blocking the way, leaving a bright blood mark on Aaron's every step.

The beggar walked barebacked, letting him know that the hunger and cold in the winter wind and snow were as scorching as the poisonous sun in summer.

"Perhaps, after the fierce struggles and the deepest tribulations of life, I will die a calmer death than the lake......"

"Perhaps, one day, the Spartans will find my spear, and then go to the mass burial plain to collect my bones, build a cemetery, and engrave my inscription, which will still be inscribed: The great emperor of Sparta, rest here!"

Many unrealistic thoughts flashed through his mind, and in the face of death that could come at any time, Aaron's heart was calm and calm.

And according to this inner salvation of the self, every time you step into the call of the forbidden spell, the 8-star brutal attribute temporarily disappears without a trace.

The murderous intent in his heart, as well as the disappearance of some negative emotions, made Aaron more confident to live, and made him cherish every step under his feet, even if it was using pain as a weight.

"Look, walking like a bear, bare-chested beggar!"

Short stature, white skin, black hair, and a "big wave" hairstyle that comes from curls, anyone who sees it will think that this is a cute boy.

Among the large number of naughty children, the conspicuous little girl wears two pigtails, naughty and stubborn.

The little white and ruddy face was inlaid with a delicate nose, coupled with a small mouth that was pursed with love, and for a moment the smile was full of smiles, when the triumphant cheers of his companions were heard; She frowned again for a moment, as if she had encountered a problem and fell into deep thought.

A moment later, she had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed, "I'm going to find the nails!" ”

Surrounded by a group of urchins and laughing on both sides of the street, Aaron struggled to move forward.

Devastated and devastation, he became increasingly unable to grasp his destiny.

But I still heard his voice in the bleak wind, and I was still whispering repeatedly, "A throne built of white bones always has to pay a price." If this is just a necessary ordeal, I am willing to pay tenfold! ”

……

For two and a half days, half a day and a night passed in Aaron's sleep.

The Dark Warlock's binding magic is dissipating, and the Spartan King 5-star effect has been working, allowing Aaron's injuries to develop on a positive side.

At the very least, the bones of the back are no longer exposed, and the delicate granulations have repaired the most serious wounds.

Waking up on the corner of the street in a covered spot, backed by the warmth of the fire, Aaron opened his eyes.

Standing beside the fire was a strong man with his upper body exposed, his dark arms and face, as expressionless as a statue under the reflection of the fiery red fire.

He skillfully worked on the iron tongs in his left hand, accurately and steadily picked up a piece of red-burned iron pi from the stove, placed the iron pi on a waist-high iron stake, and grasped the fist-like hammer in his right hand, and smashed the hammer on the red iron pi with a sonorous and powerful force, and hot sparks flew everywhere.

The sparks of heat and the sweat of his body were at war with each other, and the sparks were always extinguished instantly.

After repeating the hammer dozens of times, he skillfully picked up the beaten flat and black iron pi and put it into the pool next to the furnace, "plop, plop" with the sound of the churning pool water, paused for a moment, he glanced at the stove, and squeezed out a smile, "You are finally awake!" Drink this spoonful of water, hurry up and leave, the owner of this blacksmith shop is coming! If he finds out, you and I will be miserable. ”

He took a big gulp of the wooden spoon and drank all the water inside, stood up, and before leaving, Aaron spoke for the first time since yesterday, "After a day and a night, please come to the palace of this city." At that time, I will grant you a wish! ”

Hearing this, the strong man who struck the iron, his facial muscles piled up together, and wanted to sneer.

It's just that when he raised his head, his facial muscles stiffened, but he found that the other party's back had gone away.

……

In Aaron's eyes, this ancient city is like a microcosm of the Central Empire, and in these seemingly majestic and tall buildings, the civilization and backwardness of the city are always derived from each other.

Look deep into your own heart and realize that all miracles actually lie in trusting yourself. That is, "No matter what kind of ordeal you encounter, never give up." ”

Aaron still felt his weakness, but at least kept him away, the sense that death was approaching.

There is also a time of day and night that will pass quickly.

Squatting on the street corner, squinting, just to avoid unnecessary physical exertion, the feeling of hunger is bearable.

"Sorry, the wheat crackers are already a little cold......"

The food in his arms still had a hint of warmth, and when Aaron opened his eyes, he only saw a fast back walking away, and a crisp female voice that had lingered in his ears for a long time.

The silver eyes condensed with a dazzling sparkle, and if Aaron remembered correctly, this voice was heard for the second time in two days.

Last night, Aaron heard in a faint that it was the owner of the voice who paid the blacksmith a copper coin to keep himself warm. (To be continued......)