Filmin raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his mouth and chin, which was not Filmin's blood.

Suddenly, he leaned forward and knelt in the snow to spit out his beard and vomit, and even the sour bile of the film could not wash away the smell of dead man's flesh in his mouth.

Filin glanced at his corpse and looked away.

His throat cracked, and after a moment Fihrin remembered in horror how he had bitten his tough throat tendon with his teeth. Filin closed his eyes and sat still.

A cold nose touched Filin's cheek, and he opened his eyes to watch it sit next to Filin and stare at Filin. Little wolf.

Night Eye, it corrects film. The name that Film's mother gave to Film. Filin was the last of the siblings to open their eyes.

It twitched its nose and sneezed, then looked at the corpses, and Filin reluctantly followed its gaze.

The young man died under the film's knife, but not with a single sword, while the other two ......

Filmin kills relatively quickly. Nighteye said calmly. But Filin doesn't have the teeth of a cow. You're pretty good in humans.

It stood up and swayed, and Filin felt the cold and warm blood spill on his face, and he gasped and wiped it away, then understood how serious the situation was.

You're bleeding.

You too. He pulls the knife out of you and stabs it at Firin.

Let Filmin take a look.

Why?

The problem hangs in the cold air between people.

Night was about to fall, and the branches overhead had turned black in the night sky, and Filin could see it without light, or even feel it without looking at it.

Do you see the ears before you know for sure they're part of your body? To deny the night eye is to deny a part of your body.

People are brothers, the same wolf pack, he admitted.

Really?

Filmin felt a wave of inquiry and touch draw Film's attention, reminding Filmin of the feelings he had felt and denied, but Filmin no longer denied it. Filmin focused on it, undistracted.

The eye of the night was there, flesh and blood in front of Film's eyes, and he didn't run away from it.

Filin knew that the sword had pierced into its shoulder, and felt a heartache between the two muscles. It clenched its paws to its chest, and he hesitated for a moment, then felt its pain, then hesitated again.

However, he decided not to hesitate and turn it on as he had done before. True trust is true trust.

People were so close, and Filmin couldn't be sure who had the idea first. It didn't take long for Filmin to notice the overlap between Nighteye Insight and Filmin, which made me twice as alert to the world.

Its sense of smell and keen hearing of corpses told the film that the scavenging fox was approaching, and that it still had sharp vision in the night light.

Then the double sensation vanished, and the senses of the people became one, completely restrained from each other.

The cold came, the ground was cold, and Fei Lin's bones were shivering.

The frosty cloak was found, and he shook off the frost and snow before putting it back on, draped loosely to avoid touching the wound, and then ignored the injury on his forearm and dragged the mittens back.

"People better leave. Filmin whispered to it. "When I get home, let me clean and bandage the wounds of both people, but people have to go in and get warm. ”

Filin sensed its approval. It walked beside Film, not following Film, looking up and breathing in the fresh air with its nose. The cold wind blew and the snow began to fall.

Its nose made Filin realize that Filin no longer had to be afraid of the people who were being smelted.

The air was clear, except for the stench of corpses behind the people, but the stench gradually turned into the smell of corpses, and then mixed with the smell of scavenging foxes.

You're wrong, it says.

People don't have a lot of skill at going it alone. A sly pleasure. Do you think you behaved well before I came?

"Wolves should not hunt alone. Filmin tried to maintain his dignity and told it.

It sticks its tongue out at the film. Don't be afraid, brother. Film is here.

People continue to traverse through loose white snow and bare black trees. It was almost home, and it comforted Film, who felt the mix of its power and Film's as the people slowly and laboriously moved forward.

Filin arrived at the map room in Hermes near noon, his forearm tightly bandaged and hidden in a loose sleeve, the injury was not serious but painful, and the bite on the shoulder and neck did not heal easily, because some of the muscles there had been bitten off and bleeding profusely.

When he looked in the mirror last night, he almost vomited, and when he cleaned the wound, he bleed more, only to feel that a large piece of his flesh was gone.

Well, if Nighteye hadn't come to his aid, he would have lost more flesh and blood, which was an indescribably disgusting feeling.

Filmin applied medicine to the wound, but it didn't seem to be well treated, so he had to pull up his shirt and tie it up to cover the bandaged wound;

Although it grinded the wound painfully, it managed to cover it. Filmin knocked on the door with a little apprehension, clearing his throat as it opened.

Charin tells Filin that Hermes is not there, his eyes full of deep worry, and Filin tries to remain unaffected.

"He can't leave the shipbuilders alone, can he?"

Charin shook his head at Film's good-natured teasing. "No, he's in the beacon. ”

The old servant spoke briefly, slowly closing the door as Filmin turned.

All right. Floya told Filin the same thing, but he tried to forget the conversation between the people.

When he climbed the tower, he felt only a wave of fear. Hermes had no reason to stay in the beacon at this moment, for this was where he had spoken in the summer months, when the weather was fine and the robbers were coming.

However, there is no reason to stay here in winter, especially when it is windy and snowy.

There's really no reason to stay here, other than because of the deadly attraction of the arcane spell itself.

I had felt the temptation too, and he reminded himself as he climbed the long staircase to the top of the beacon. Fei Lin had experienced the intoxicating vigor of arcane spells, but the words of the arcane magician Galen came to mind like painful memories that had been condensed for a long time.

"If you are weak," he threatened, "if you lack focus and training, or if you allow yourself to indulge in pleasure, instead of being able to control the arcane spells, you will let the arcane spells control you."

Learn to reject all pleasures and not let any hobby tempt you.

Then, when you're as strong as steel, you may be ready to face the temptation of arcane spells and distract from them.

If you give in, you'll lose your mind and become a big baby drooling. ”

Then, he will train people with extremely perverted exploitation and punishment.

However, when he was confronted with the joy of the arcane spell, instead of feeling the cheap pleasure described by Galen, his blood was racing and his heart was racing like when he heard the music.

Or like a clever pheasant suddenly flying into the autumn woods, or even as excited as riding a horse perfectly over a difficult obstacle.

At that time, everything is in equilibrium, and it is integrated for a moment like a flock of birds flapping its wings and circling and flying.

And the good feeling that the arcane spell brought to Fei Lin was not short-lived, but continued according to his personal endurance, and became more intense and pure as the arcane spell power became more intense and pure, at least Fei Lin believed so.

Filin's own arcane spell ability was permanently destroyed in a battle with Galen's will, although the mental defense built by Filin could not penetrate even Hermes, who was superb in arcane spelling, at any time.

My own ability to open outwards is as frivolous as a frightened horse, staggering intermittently.

Fihrin paused for a moment outside Hermes's door, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, refusing to let the darkness of the spirit take over his mind. All those things are in the past, and there is no point in blaming yourself and complaining.

As is customary, Filin enters without knocking, and the noise interrupts Hermes' concentration.

He shouldn't have whispered in secret at this time, but he still did. He opened the blinds and leaned against the windowsill, the wind and snow raging through the room, blowing his dark hair, dark blue shirt, and short jacket. He breathed deeply, steadily, in a rhythm between a deep slumber and a runner resting and catching his breath, as if he had forgotten about it. "Prince Hermes?" Filin called softly.

He turned to look at Filin, his eyes seemed to be heat, light and a gust of wind in his face, and the powerful code voice made Filin feel that he was about to break away from him, and his mind completely possessed Filin's mind, leaving no room for Firin.

For a moment he drowned in Hermes's mind, and when he left, he quickly let him stumble and gasp like a fish thrown away by a big wave, and he stood a step away from him, grabbing him by the elbow to steady him.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "and Filin didn't know you were coming. You scared Film. ”

"Filin should knock on the door first, Your Royal Highness. After replying, Filin nodded to him, indicating that Filin could stand up straight. "What's out there that makes you look so intent?"

He didn't look away. "Nothing. A group of boys on a cliff watch a pod of whales play, and two people's boats catch halibut at sea. It's not much fun, but it's not easy to sail in these weathers. ”

"Then you're not doing code whispering for the outlanders......"

At this time, there were few outsiders, but Fei Lin still didn't dare to take it lightly. He looked down at Filin's forearm, the one he had just let go, and then shifted the subject. "What's wrong with you?"

"That's why I came to you. The film was attacked by the smelters, in an area on the ridge where a large number of grousels could be hunted, near the shepherd's hut. ”

He nodded quickly, his dark eyebrows furrowed together. "Filin knows the area. How many people? ”

I was quick to give a brief overview of the attackers, and he nodded without a look of surprise.

"Filin got a report about them four days ago, but shouldn't have approached Fort Stag so soon, unless he was moving towards it every day.

Are they dead?"