"No, it can't be. Oroya screamed and retreated, and she watched from afar as a crying Nord baby was thrown into the air and then pierced to death by the Swadians with spears, the old village chief, who was over half a hundred years old and always liked to sing her Nord poems, was rudely picked up and thrown into the burning flames, and the Nord girls, who were always throwing stones at her and foaming at her, were crushed to the ground by a group of screaming men, their features twisted in pain.

"There are 2 Nord mongrels out there!" the red-eyed Svadia officer looked at the women on the hillside, "bring them here for me! Dead or alive!" He was once a warrior defending Tiha, having lost his right eye and all his relatives and friends in the battle.

In addition to the thugs who were still carrying out the massacres and looting, all the Swadians noticed the two poor women. The crossbowmen quickly set up their crossbow arrows, and the cavalry wiped the blood from their hands and began to search for their horses.

"Run, my daughter. The woman suddenly had courage, and she grabbed the distracted girl and ran for her life deep into the forest. The abrupt branches cut their faces, and the howling wind swept away their turbans—smoked fish, dinars, clothes, and all the packages they threw into the grass, but the hoofs of the horsemen behind them grew louder and louder.

Suddenly, several crossbow arrows were nailed to the feet of the exhausted women. The encircling cavalry turned and dismounted, flashed their swords and weapons, and looked at them with ill will. At this moment, the one-eyed officer approached with a twisted smile on his face.

"Kwyn, Kwyn. The officer pointed his whip at them, as if recalling something interesting. "Five years ago, I witnessed my wife being humiliated and killed in Tiha. And I'm in the battle of the breakout. I lost my eyes in Kwyn - so you must realize what a wonderful night we can have today. Nord bitches. ”

"You are mistaken, sir. Oroya's face was pale with anger, she held the woman's hand tightly, her shoulders trembling, "Look at this pattern on my chest, I'm a Svadia. My name is Momiji Nosamu. ”

"Are you the glorious Nosamu family?" the officer was dumbfounded. Then he looked solemn, "Don't deceive me with such a trick. I've heard that the Arredo family has all died heroically in the Battle of Tiha......"

"Sir, rumors are always so unforgiving. The girl laughed angrily. Stooping down to the standard etiquette of an old aristocracy, "As I naively thought, all Swadian knights are models of morality and saviors of the weak." Like my great father, who passed away!"

"Honorable Miss Nosamu. Why have you been in the occupied zone for so long?" the officer had come to believe in her identity. Respectfully roll over and dismount. The Svadians present looked at each other in shock.

"Please don't call me by my honorable last name. When I return to Paraven, I will only tell my grandfather about your heroic deeds tonight, though he does not know that I am still ......" The Yade woman jerked her hand over the innocent girl's mouth, but it was too late.

"I'm sorry. The officer's one-eyed gleam with an eerie cold light, and he threw a saber at the girl. "Then you're still two Nord bitches. ”

The prepared girl turned to avoid the attack, but another knight sprinted at her. The Nord woman screamed and pushed away the stumbling daughter, but her shoulder was pierced by a riding spear. The whole person flew upside down and smashed into the dense forest.

At this moment, a low and sad Northland war song sounded outside the forest. The senior Nord warriors who only showed fierce eyes appeared in groups of three or five in the field of vision of the Swadians, and the officers looked back in awe, but saw the terrifying group of Nord royal guards in the village.

"For Nord! for Bihoff!" said Oldman's angry voice down the hill, the usually mild-mannered young man furiously furious, his eyes red in the ruins of the village of Kwyn.

"Let's go! A crossbowman without support is a three-year-old child in front of the Nord guards. Ignoring the girl in front of him, he waved his arms to beckon his entourage to retreat, and took the lead in riding away. "Kill all the Nords who have weapons, and it's not too late to kill them again. ”

"I want you dead!" "At that moment, Oroya let out a beastly roar, and she swooped down on the back of the last horseman, slashing his throat with a sharp dagger, snatching the cone-headed spear stained with the blood of the woman of Yad and stabbing it madly into the murderer's body.

Before the Swadians could react, she swiftly kicked the corpse off her horse, dodging the scattered arrows and unwilling insults, turned her horse's head and rushed into the woods, bending down to pick up her dying mother, and rode away. Tears continued to drip down the face of the Yade woman, making the blood-stained face of the injured even more miserable.

"Oroya...... Untie my braids. Her mother angrily instructed her, "Unbraiding means being someone else's wife." You must tell the old Kugit ghost that the braid of the woman Yade has been kept for him for five years, and will never be untied again. ”

Oroya nodded desperately, sobbing so much that she could barely speak.

The jolt on the horse's back made the injured woman vomit blood, and she reached out and touched the girl's face tremblingly, "Put it down, forget about it, Oroya." It's not just you're carrying your baggage...... And me, and the young master......"

Oroya hesitated, but finally nodded with a sob. Then the mother's hand hung limply, and although the face of the unbun was covered with blood, there was a holy and serene smile.

"No!" In the whispering forest wind, Oroya Nosamu let out a heart-rending cry. At this moment, the little girl who was sad and silent with a bear five years ago finally grew up.

The cold moon was silent, reflecting the scorched earth and blood splattered in the ruins of the village of Kewen. Dawnbreaker glittered through the clouds, and the last of the Swadians was torn into a bloody corpse by angry farmers and village women.

The Nords gathered their slaughtered and killed in battle on pine wood doused with grease and spices, and lit the flame of memorial.

In the firelight, a Nord crossed his axe and shield and sang a song from the other side of the sea:

"Jackdaw, our oracle, guide the immortal warriors;

Spread your wings to the other side of the sea, through the cold earth;

Call upon my God, my Father, and my Mother—

Odin my god, I brought the round shield and the long axe of Nord;

Mountains my Father, I have brought the faithfulness and sacrifice of the Son;

My mother of the sea, I brought the blood and heads of my enemies;

Please accept the honor of the warriors, and let us be above the stars;

Please accept the cries of your children, let us be above the snowy mountains;

Please accept the weary soul and let us be above the waves;

Let the axe and shield be the grave, with the stars and the sea......"

Gradually, all the Nords in the mountains and forests began to sing along, and the war songs were sad near and far.

With the singing, Oroya wept silently and cremated her mother, tied her mother's ashes bag around her waist, and divided it into three bags according to the custom of the northern continent - one for burial in the sea, one for burial in the snowy mountains, and one for Odin.

Oldman hurriedly wiped the blood from his body, and found Oroya in the crowd who was lying on the ground and crying, and he looked at the girl who could not support her, and suddenly bravely hugged her to his horse.

All eyes shifted to him. In the firelight, there were countless pairs of shocked, angry or puzzled eyes.

"Oldmanyar. The first to attack was the pale-faced Arka, who stopped their horse with open arms, "You are the son of the Bihov family. Only the bravest warriors will be able to ride with you. And not a humble slave. ”

"Uncle Arka......" Oldman looked at him deeply, and saw that all the Nord warriors were looking up at him.

"Oldmanyar, please forgive me for being rude, but please look into the sad eyes of the warriors around you. "The people here have just been slaughtered by Swadia, and many brave warriors have given their lives for Nord and Bihov - and you're holding a Swadia woman and telling us that you're going to leave the battlefield first?"

"But she's my friend, Arka. Oldman looked at him stubbornly, "She just lost her second mother because of the war we brought." ”

"For the sake of the slaves of the enemy country, the hearts of the warriors. Is even the blade of the younger Nord decaying? I heard the snow wolf coat of arms of the Bichoff family crying. The old soldier did not move, but a look of insult appeared on his face. "I hate that only children from my family can be named royal guards, and elite warriors can only be senior soldiers for a lifetime. ”

"Arka Cesa. I used to respect you as a teacher. Oldman was slightly furious, "But you call my unfortunate friend a slave. Today, in the name of Oldman Bihoff Tez, I command you to let go. ”

"Oldman! The Cesars are not dogs to be called at!" Rook Sisa, Arka's youngest son, a fierce warrior with shrewd eyes, snapped his teeth, but was slapped back to the group by his father.

"Good, good, very good!" Arka laughed angrily, throwing the reins away, "Oldman, in my lifetime, I will definitely see someone else's flag planted at Kulin Castle." Oldman's surroundings fell silent, the soldiers quietly moved out of the way, and the villagers avoided his eyes and turned their heads to look away.

The exhausted girl didn't move, leaning limply against Oldman's back. The two rode together in the direction of Kulin Castle, far ahead of the crowd.

"Oldman, don't do it for me. With her face pressed against the man's back, and seeing the loose curls on his shoulders, Oroya cried, "I poisoned you. ”

"I know, Oroya. Oldman turned his head sideways, revealing a pale face and purple lips, and a heroic smile. "The castle has silver knives and silver plates. There are also many hunting dogs that try to eat. ”

"And you still eat arsenic-covered meat and drink unclean water every day?"

"I do. Oldman smiled faintly, "Like your mother Yard, for an inexplicable reason. If my death can redeem the goodness in your heart, erase your hatred, and make you laugh again and return to your native Parabun. It's worth it. (To be continued......)