Only Ariana's image could completely replace the impression in Filin's mind, and he had to avoid her now.

Hermes didn't blame Film's actions that night, but Filmin knew he didn't think it was a glorious thing.

Fihrin felt uneasy that Flynn would agree with him if he gave himself time to think about what had happened that night, so he timidly did not think about it.

Feeling that he was struggling to think about it, Filin shook his head and opened his heart to the day.

The road taken by Filin is inaccessible, spiraling up the hillside behind Fort Buck, where there are more sheep and goats than people. A lightning fire burned all the trees here decades ago, and most of the trees that grew later were birch and poplars, sparsely covered in snow.

The valley was not suitable for cultivation and at best served as a place for summer grazing, but from time to time he would see a wisp of smoke rising from burning firewood, and a path leading to a lumberjack's hut or trapper's hut.

There are only a few small farms in the area, and the inhabitants are humble people.

The road narrowed and narrowed, and as he entered the older part of the forest, he noticed that the species of trees had changed. The dark green evergreens still stood thick and straight on the roadside, their trunks very thick, and the snow behind the lush branches was covered with snow-covered round mounds, and there were also a few bushes of low trees, and large branches as thick as needles were also covered with a lot of snow.

Filming easily kept the soot away from the road, walking under the natural barrier of snow in the gray daylight, and the dense and shady woods made the day even quieter.

You're looking for a specific place. So, do you know the right place for the smelted?

They seem to be eating a deer that froze to death yesterday on the bank of a river. Filmin thought people should be able to start stalking them from there.

Who found theirs?

Filmin hesitated for a moment. It's a friend of Film's. He was shy but trusting Film. Sometimes when he sees something unusual, he will run to tell Filin.

Well. Filin sensed Hermes pondering Felin's cautious speech with reservation. It's okay, he won't ask any more. Filmin thinks you might still need to keep your secret.

Fihrin remembers a girl who was not mentally intelligent once came up to her and sat at Filin's mother's feet, and her mother fed and clothed her, and gave her trinkets and sweets. But Filmin once overheard her telling Film's mother that there was a man selling beautiful necklaces and armbands in a tavern.

Within a few days, the King's bodyguards arrested the roadwalker Rifle at that tavern, which shows that the taciturn know a lot about it!

That's true.

People move forward in silence, and sometimes Filin reminds himself that Hermes is not specifically with Firin.

But Filin hopes Filin is really by your side, he hasn't ridden the hills properly for too long, boy. Film's life was so heavy with goals that he couldn't remember the last time he did what he wanted to do.

As he nodded in agreement with his thoughts, a scream broke the silence in the forest.

It was a young life's wordless cry for help, as if it had been interrupted by something.

Fei Lin couldn't restrain himself from finding the source of the sound, and Fei Lin's intellectual origin found this panicked fear of death, and also felt the sudden panic of the night eye.

Filin blocked his mind from this thought, causing Soot to turn his head in the direction of the sound, leaning over the back of its neck and leading it through a maze of snowdrifts, falling branches, and empty snow.

When the people came to a hill, he couldn't speed up despite his urgency.

When he finally reached the top of the hill, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Three ragged, disheveled, and stinky men appeared in front of them, shouting at each other and scuffling. Filin's intellectual origin couldn't feel their humanity, but Filin recognized them as the group of people who Nighteye had shown Filin last night.

Petite, she was about three years old and wore a bright yellow knee-high tunic that her mother had sewn for her.

The crowd fought for her, treating her like a bunny in a trap, tugging at her limbs like a tug-of-war, completely oblivious to her little precious life.

The sight caused Filin to draw his sword out of its sheath in a rage, and the smelted men were firmly grasping her by the neck to dismember her, only to see one of the blood-stained men turn his head to look at Filin, who had begun to eat before she could breathe.

Filmin kicked the soot and rushed at them as if he were riding for revenge, and Nighteye jumped out of the bushes on Film's left side to meet them before Film, then jumped on the shoulders of one of the guys and bit him by the neck with his mouth wide open.

The other guy walked up to Filin just as he was about to dismount and tried in vain to block Filin's sword, which cut his neck in half before finally getting stuck in his cervical vertebrae.

Filin then drew his waist knife and jumped off Soot's back to stab the guy who tried to assassinate Nighteye.

But the third smelter fled into the woods with the little girl's body in her arms.

The guy fights like a mad bear, and even tries to bite and scratch people after Filmin cuts his belly. His bowels were hanging from his belt, but he was still stumbling after people, so that Filin had no time to be afraid.

Filin knew he was dying, so he left him chasing after the guy who had escaped. Nighteye floated over the cliff like a striped ball of gray hair, and Filin blamed himself for his slow legs as he caught up with it. The road was trampled with snow, blood, and the stench of the guy, making it impossible for Filin to concentrate.

When he rushed up the cliff, he thought he could save the girl from death in real time and prevent the whole tragedy from happening, but at this point, he could only let this illogical impulse speed up Filmin's pace.

He lunged backwards, leaping at the people from behind a large tree stump, throwing the girl's body at Nighteye and lunging at Film. He was a stout blacksmith, well-fed and well-dressed because of his strong physique, not as embarrassed as the other smelters that Filmin had met.

He angrily lifted Filin up like a preyed animal, then strangled Filin by the throat with his forearm, jumped on Filin's back and pressed his chest against Filin, twisting Filin's chest and a hand into the dirt beneath him, and Filin stabbed him twice in the thigh with a knife, which annoyed him. So, he pushed Filin's face harder into the frozen snowdrift, and black dots appeared in front of his eyes.

At this time, Yeyan also jumped on Filin's back, making Filin feel that his spine was about to break. Nighteye bit the man's back with his canine teeth, only to see the smelter tuck his chin into his chest and hunch his shoulders to resist the attack.

He knew he was about to strangle Fihrin to death, so he still had time to deal with the wolf after he got rid of Firin.

The scuffle ruptured the wound in Film's neck and blood poured out, but it was almost nothing compared to Film's struggle. Fei Lin shook his head hard to break free of him, and the blood that Fei Lin was leaking was slippery enough that Fei Lin could pull his throat a little.

When he finally took a breath of air, the guy grabbed Filin's head and pulled it back. If he can't strangle Film, at least he will have the strength to break Film's neck.

Nighteye changes strategy. Although its mouth can't fit the creature's head, its sharp teeth can always tear his scalp off his skull. It opened its mouth to tear at the piece of flesh, and his blood rained down on Firin. He screamed wordlessly, but he still didn't forget to put his knee against Filin's back.

He let go of a hand to attack Nighteye, and he struggled like an eel in the crook of his arm, kicking him in the groin with one knee and stabbing him sideways with a knife.

It must have been painful, but instead of letting go of Film, he quickly hit his head on Film's head, and then grabbed Filmin with his thick arms and squeezed him into the body, trying to crush Filmin's chest.

My vivid memory of the fight ended there, and then I don't know what emotions overwhelmed Filmin, perhaps it was the legendary anger in the face of death.

Filin attacked him with teeth, nails, and knives, cutting off as many muscles as he could, but he couldn't resist the stubborn onslaught without Nighteye's equally angry attack. After a while, he crawled out from under the man's body, his mouth still smelling fishy.

Filin spat out the dirty hair and blood from his mouth, wiped his hands with his pants, and then put his hands in the snow to wash them, knowing in his heart that he could not really wash away the filth no matter what.

Are you alright? Nighteye walked back and forth within a meter or two of the snow, and its mouth was also stained with blood, only to see it take a large mouthful of snow and then walk back and forth. Filming stumbled a step or two towards it, and when he saw the girl's body, he slumped into the snow beside her.

Only then did he realize that it was too late, in fact it was too late when he saw them.

She was petite, with jet-black hair and dark eyes, and the terrible thing was that her body was still warm and fluffy. Filin picked her up and combed back the hair that was stuck to her face, looking at her tiny face and teeth, and round cheeks.

Although she had lost her breath, she still looked at Filin with those eyes full of incomprehension, and her petite fleshy hands were bloodied from the bite on her arm.

Filin sat in the snow and held the little girl's body in his lap, just like that, feeling the feeling of holding a child. So petite and warm, and so silent.

Filin looked down and sobbed in her smooth hair, suddenly trembling uncontrollably. Nighteye sniffed at Filin's cheek and whimpered, then rudely put his front leg on Firin's shoulder, who suddenly realized that he had taken it out of his thoughts.

Filin silently ** it with his hands, but couldn't open his heart to it or do anything else. It whimpered again, and he finally heard the sound of hooves in the distance.