They boasted and laughed confidently, talking to each other like a group of workers finishing their work, and the guards in the beacon tower were all surrounded, because the structure was built to serve as a base for firing signal flames, not a defensive rampart. Not for a while

The people in the beacon tower were under siege, and the group of outer islanders were still facing away from the people as they rushed up the rocky slopes, and it seemed that they were not afraid of being attacked from behind.

A beacon door hung from a hinge, and a group of men huddled together behind a wall of corpses, fired several arrows at the robbers surrounding them as they advanced, but none of them hit.

Filin let out a cry that was somewhere between a scream and a roar, and the extreme fear and the joy of revenge merged in the cry, which stimulated the fighting spirit of the group of people running around Filin and made Filin's morale even higher.

As people surrounded the group of attackers, they looked back at the people.

The robbers were surrounded because the crews outnumbered them, and the besieged beacon guards fought bravely when they saw the people, and the corpses scattered around the beacon gates showed that there were several more fights before that.

At this time, Filin saw the young warden lying in the same place in the dream, the blood flowing from his mouth stained with the embroidered shirt, and a dagger thrown from behind him killed him.

The episode is all the more noteworthy when people sprint forward to join the melee.

People have no strategy, no formation, no battle plan, just a group of men and women who suddenly get a good chance for revenge. However, this is enough.

If Filmin felt that he had been part of the crew, now Filmin was really caught in their emotional abyss. The surging emotions push Filmin forward, and Filmin will never be able to recognize how much or which emotions belong to him.

These emotions were so overwhelming for Film, and Kaz Silverglow was lost in them, turning into the excitement of the entire crew, raising his axe and roaring loudly, while leading everyone to attack.

Filming was not willing to take the lead, but the crew desperately wanted someone to lead. Suddenly, he wanted to do everything he could to get rid of the robbers, and the sooner the better.

Fihrin wanted his muscles to rattle with the swing of an axe and rush forward through a tidal wave of lost souls to trample the corpses of defeated robbers, and I did.

Filming had heard the legend of Berserker, and at the time he thought it was all half-human, half-beast with a human face and a beast heart, and the blood inspired their inner strength.

As a result, they are unaware of the damage they have caused, or perhaps they are too sensitive to resist the emotions that are sweeping in from the outside world, and they are not aware of the painful signals sent by their bodies. Filmin didn't know.

Later, Filin also heard stories about his battle that day, and even had a song describing the battle that day. Filin doesn't remember what he shouted when he fought, but he didn't remember that he had fought bravely.

Somewhere inside Filin, Hermes and Nighteye became one, and they were as immersed in the excitement of the crowd around them as Filin. Filming remembers killing the first robber in a frenzied chase, and knows that he uses his axe to fight head-on to take out the last enemy.

According to the lyrics of the song, the last robber was the captain of the Red Ship, which Iffelin judged to be true.

His fur coat was finely worked, and it was splattered with other people's blood.

All Filin remembered was slashing deep into his skull with an axe and how blood was gushing out from under his helmet as he fell to the ground.

The battle ended, and the beacon guards rushed out to hug the crew, shouting victory and patting each other on the back.

The change was too drastic for me, and I stood there leaning on my axe, wondering where my energy had gone, and the anger in my heart vanished like a carrius seed away from an addict, only to feel exhausted and disoriented, as if I had woken up from one dream and entered another, and I couldn't help but want to fall down and sleep on this pile of corpses, because I was so tired.

One of the crew members, an out-of-island man, Noju, fetches Filin over for water, then helps Filin out of the pile and sits down to drink. Then he waded over the pile of corpses and returned to the killing array, and after a while returned to Filin, and stretched out his hand to show Filin a bloodstained medallion in his hand, a pendant made of gold and a silver collar, in the shape of a crescent moon.

When he saw that Filin didn't reach out to him, he bypassed Filin's blood-stained axe blade and took it to Filin. "It's Harrick's. He spoke slowly in the language of the five principalities. “

You fought bravely, and he died a glorious death, and he will let you keep it.

He was a good man until the Creeks poached out his heart. Filin didn't even ask him which one was Harrick, and he didn't want any of them to have a name.

After a while, Filin regained his previous vigor and got up to help clean up the corpses around the beacon gate, and then walked back to the battlefield to continue cleaning up. The bodies of the robbers were burned, and then the bodies of their compatriots in the five principalities were gathered together so that their relatives could identify them.

Filin remembered some strange things that afternoon, like how the heel of the corpse had left a snake-like trail in the sand as it was dragged, and the young guard, who had been stabbed in the back with a dagger, had a breath as they carried him, but then died not long after, and became one of a long line of corpses.

The soldiers were asked to take over the guard of the beacon until more people came to support.

The people admired the captured ship, and Filin thought to himself that Hermes would be happy too.

One more battleship, still a sturdy battleship. Filin knew what was happening, but had no sense of it.

The people returned to the Rox and saw Rosen waiting for everyone with a pale face, and then in a numb silence the Rox went out to sea and paddled back to Fort Bucks.

Halfway through the voyage, the people came across other boats, a small fleet of hastily formed fishing boats, and the soldiers on board also called for people.

The crown prince sent them to support them after Rosen's urgent code message, and the soldiers looked almost disappointed at the end of the battle, but the captain told them that they would be very welcome in the beacon, and Filin realized that he could no longer feel Hermes, and could not feel it for a while.

But Filmin immediately explored the eye of the night, as quickly as a man reached for his wallet.

It was there, but it felt far away, and it seemed prostrations and fears. Filmin had never smelled such a heavy smell of blood, it told Film. Filmin agreed, just because he still smelled blood.

Hermes was very busy these days, and the people were almost all staying on the Rox, waiting for another crew to bring it back to the beacon on Antler Island. The guards and another group of rowers led the Rox to sail, while Hermes' booty would anchor at the dock in his hometown by tonight, and another empty ship would follow the two ships to carry back their fallen compatriots.

The captain, first mate, and Rosen rode off on pre-arranged horses, ready to report directly to Hermes.

Hermes was relieved that he did not summon Film, who was given the opportunity to enter the city with his fellow crew members. The deeds and spoils of war spread throughout Fort Bucks faster than Filin had imagined, and every tavern in the city rushed to fill the people with glass after glass of ale and listen to the people tell the whole story.

It's like a second frenzied war, because everywhere people go, people are around them, and they express a frenzied sense of satisfaction with their achievements. Long before the alcohol took effect, he was drunk with the surging emotions of the people around him, but he did not hide the war because of this.

Filmin outlines what people do on the battlefield, but exaggerates the plot because of alcohol. Filmin threw up twice, once in the alley and once in the street. Fei Lin drank more wine to hide the smell of vomiting, but the night eyes that stayed in the depths of Fei Lin's heart panicked.

Poison, the water you drink is poisoned. I can't think of anything to say to put it at ease.

At some point in the early morning, Borges carried Filin out of the tavern. He looked serious, his eyes showing a worried look. In the street outside the tavern, he stopped at a dimly lit torch stand on the side of the street.

"There's blood on your face. As he spoke, he told Filin to stand up straight, took out his handkerchief and dipped some water from the roadside bucket, wiping his face clean like Filin had done when he was a child, while I followed the movement of his hand and shook my head, then looked into his eyes to force my gaze to focus.

"It's not like Filin hasn't killed anyone. "But why is this time so different, why is it so disgusting afterwards?"

"Because that's the way it is. He said gently, and then stretched out a hand around Filin's shoulder, and to Filin's surprise, people were just as tall. The journey back to Fort Buck was a bumpy one, and it was a long and quiet one. He sent Filin to take a bath, and then told Filin to go to bed as soon as possible.

He knew that Fei Lin should have stayed in his room, but Fei Lin didn't expect this, but fortunately there was still a lot of noise in the castle, and a drunk man climbing the stairs couldn't attract much attention.

Filin stupidly came to Ariana's room, and she let Filin in, but when he reached out to touch her, she stayed away from Filin.

"You're drunk. She told Film, almost shouting, "Filmin had promised himself that he would never kiss a drunkard and that he would not let him kiss Film." ”

"But Filmin wasn't that drunk. Filmin still insisted.

"There's only one way to get drunk. She told Film, and then without touching Film, she asked Filmin out of the room.