The body is weak, without any strength, and will fall to the ground at any time, Tang Ning spit out a mouthful of blood, soaking the snow in front of him into red, kneeling on the ground and feeling the coldness of the cold snow in the palm of his hand, which made some chaotic thoughts a little clearer, and Gilbert, the Wraith Monarch, was also injured.

But it is obvious that his injuries are more serious, and the disadvantage caused by his size cannot be compensated, even if the alpha element itself has some restraint on the power of hell, but the power brought by the slam will also seriously damage the smaller one.

Rising from the snow, after taking two steps, the pain was finally unbearable, and there was a black shadow in front of him, until he was unconscious, only endless day.

The dilapidated room could not block the wind, and the cold wind blew in through the cracks, mixed with a small amount of snowflakes, the cold wind seemed to be more chilling than the snowflakes, especially for the seriously injured, Alex did not travel too far after teleporting, usually the distance of the two Eagle Emblem Paladins was only within a radius of three kilometers.

Teleportation took him right above the ravine, and holding the arm that had been completely destroyed, he moved slowly, not starving would make the death of his companion meaningless, he had to wait for the news to reach the Holy City.

Obviously, it was not a good idea to enter Hawke, there must be quite a few people there looking for him now, and the young man's power should be quite large, so the suburbs are a good place to hide.

The pain almost made him faint, he reminded himself that he couldn't fall down or all his efforts would be in vain, and you walked forward with your will, enduring the extreme cold and fever caused by the wound, and a dilapidated abandoned house caught his attention.

Entering the dilapidated house, gently closing the door, and after some inspection, it was found that there was no one in the house, and the people of the suburbs of Hawke had all moved to the city, which used to be the best place for the poor to live, but the economic development caused the poor to leave here, and these houses were abandoned.

There were no chairs, no beds, just the cold floor and a lame table, and the room smelled of rancidity.

I found a corner of the wall where the cold wind could weaken, and fell to the ground, and when I fell to the ground, my body was like a stiff stone, and I didn't feel any pain, so I tried my last bit of strength to get up, and leaned my back against the wall, and the cold wall made the temperature of my body drop rapidly.

That bloody arm is a burden, and if it goes on like this, without any medical help, the arm will quickly become inflamed, and the inflammation will have more serious consequences.

He closed his eyes and stroked the injured arm with his other hand, the pain made him faint when he touched it, and now his holy light was gone, caused by the force that the young man had exerted on him, he was now just an ordinary person, and the wound could not be healed without the holy light.

Alex let out a sigh of relief and comforted himself. "Alex, you can do it, you can get through. He lifted his clothes and bit it in his mouth, reached out and pulled out the dagger, which had no way to be sterilized, so he could only take a risk, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, and stabbed the dagger into the arm that had been completely destroyed, and the blade cut off the arm, and the blood was scattered all over the ground.

The pain was so sharp that Alex let go of his clenched teeth, and he exhaled heavily, letting out a low moan in his throat, and the pain was worse than he had imagined.

He had to stop the bleeding, tore off the bitten clothes and bandaged the broken wound on his shoulder, the blood had completely soaked the clothes, there was no flame, there was no way to stop the bleeding, it was only expedient.

Standing up with just his consciousness, he bumped into the dilapidated table, which shattered, and went into the inner room, rummaging around for something that could be set on fire, and with good luck, he found some remaining ignition tools, and returned to the original place, and set the broken table on fire, and smoke rose up.

Once the smoke comes out of the room, it will definitely attract the attention of people outside, he has to make the smoke a little less, block it with his body, and avoid the smoke being too concentrated and strong, and the rest can only depend on luck.

Choking on the smoke, he couldn't open his eyes, tears slipped from his eyes, and after a moment the flames finally burned, and he fell beside the fire, looking at the bright flames.

The heat from the flames made his body no longer cold, and he struggled to get up and aimed the wound at the flames and put it on it, making a hissing and burning sound, and the burning pain was always the most intense, making him snort.

Soon after, he removed the wound on his shoulder from the flames, and the bleeding finally stopped, and the charred wound was shocking.

"Alex, you probably didn't expect it to end up like this. He laughed at himself and thought to himself that if there was no way for the snow to stop tomorrow, he would have to die here.

Even if the snow stopped, he had a lot to do, looking at the ceiling in despair, the flames beside him making a slight sound, it would be the hardest night he had ever lived.

Tiredness came over him, and his eyes were closed, and he knew that it was not because he was too tired, but a sign that death was coming, and that he would become quite tired before death.

The way to resist death is to find what he cares about, and only what he cares about can sustain him to continue to live, the Pope's appreciation? It is obviously not very important in the face of life and death, and he can't even think of a reason that is important enough for him to continue to hold on before death.

The most tragic thing in life is probably this, throughout life, there is nothing worth worrying about when you are dying, Alex closed his eyes in pain.

There are people walking in the endless wasteland, there is no life in the wasteland, the barren land does not even see a single grass or a flower, and there is still some vegetation in the desert, which is obviously worse than the desert, and the scorching sun shines on the earth, almost setting it on fire, but unfortunately the dust cannot burn.

Someone walks alone in the wilderness, lonely, lonely, his back bent as if there was some weight pressing on him, his steps are heavy, every step brings up a slight puff of dust, he has no interest in admiring the scenery around him, his eyes are always looking ahead, never looking back.

When the field of vision was close enough, the young man's face appeared in front of him, his eyes were blood-red, he could not see black pupils, his face was pale like a devil, and he was always talking to himself as he walked.

The sun never sets back the mountain, the light never falls silent, and the shadow of the young man is the only place where the sun cannot reach, where the darkness does not see anything.

This went on for a long time, and soon someone joined the group, it was a girl, dressed in colorful and showy clothes, and her voice was as pleasant as a nightingale, and no one could hear what she was saying.

The young man always frowned at the girl's words and seemed unconcerned, and soon another girl joined the group, which was equally eye-catching, and the new girl took something out of her pocket and sprinkled it on the ground with the other girl.

As time passed, the barren land beside the three of them remained unchanged, but something white floated overhead, flying in the wind, and their speed surpassed that of the three, and their number continued to increase.

Soon after, he was joined by a young man with a cold face, but his eyes were clear, and his pupils were as dark as night and showed fortitude and bravery.

Soon there were changes on both sides of the road, and some green vegetation grew, the number of which gradually increased, almost all over the land, and the originally barren land suddenly became some life.

The procession grew larger, and people of all shapes joined in, and the roads on both sides were already full of dandelions, which were blown up by the breeze and continued to fly farther away.

At this time, the eyes of the original young man also turned black, clear and immaculate, and a little smile appeared on his originally cold face, occasionally exchanging a few words with the girls, and the young man who joined the fourth also had a little smile on his face, and there was a pleasant laugh in the group.

At this time, the day, which never enters the night, begins to be replaced by twilight, and the scorching sun begins to gradually set, forming a beautiful sunset.

Day and night began to alternate, but at night it was silent darkness, and there was no light in sight, and the girls hated the darkness and always complained.

This went on for a long time, and suddenly one night, the young man, who was always resolute and brave, stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky, and a little light appeared in the originally dark sky, pale blue, and then more blue began to appear, like dandelions, and began to sow and multiply.

The night sky was filled with blue dots of light, shimmering, the air was not unbearably hot, and a comfortable breeze blew past everyone.

At this time, the world has changed from barren, hot, monotonous to colorful, like a wonderful paradise, the pace of progress gradually slowed down, they began to occasionally stop to enjoy the scenery on the road, and the buildings that had been traveling in front of them began to appear like paradise.

The straight ahead of the march had been blurry and full of fog, and it was impossible to see what was behind the fog, and no one knew.

The crowd turned from moving slowly to running, until they rushed to the golden buildings, and when they approached the buildings, they stopped, and began to build houses on the side of the road, using the sturdy trees, and soon a simple village began to emerge, and the golden buildings in the distance began to disappear and disappear from view.

When he woke up, he felt the warmth surrounding him, and when he opened his eyes, Tang Ning sat up, he was in the room, not dead, he thought that if he fell in that environment, he would freeze into an iceman, or bleed to death because of his body injuries.

The sound at the door of the room was quite noisy, and he sat up and leaned on the head of the bed thinking about the strange dream just now, and the strange pictures in front of him all came from the dream after the coma, and that dream seemed to indicate something, could it be the future?

The door was pushed open, and Taylor saw the young man sitting up, and excitedly trotted over to put the medicine in his hand aside. "You woke up, and we found you badly injured, lying in the snow, not at all. ”

The people at the door heard it, Marquez and Bella also came in, and many more people crowded in, including the actors, looking worried.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Downing had a relaxed smile on his face. "Marquez, is there any news from Wyatt?"