Chapter 023

The other two peasants also rushed forward, the tall farmer stabbed with his stick, and the long-bearded farmer slashed right with his club, Rolf not only did not retreat, but rushed forward, flashed between the two, and naturally flashed the stabbing blow, then raised his stick to block the chop, raised his foot and kicked away the tall peasant, and then quickly reflexively elbowed the long-bearded farmer's head, but apparently left his strength, and the long-bearded farmer just held his head and jumped to the other side.

The tall peasant raised his stick in both hands, ready to go. But Rolf was quicker and stabbed him in the abdomen with his stick, and the tall peasant crouched down with his stomach in his hands.

Rolf turned and rushed at the long-bearded peasant, and with a slash, the long-bearded peasant closed his eyes and raised his long stick, only to feel the stick sink, and then opened his eyes and said to Rolf in surprise: "I blocked you" He was kicked over by Rolf before he finished speaking.

The battle is over.

Ressarit listened to the cries of the three peasants, and his heart was filled with dissatisfaction: "Get up from the ground for me! The snow robbers are not as merciful as Lord Rolf!"

The middle-aged farmer was the first to stand up and rubbed his calf, and the long-bearded farmer just patted the snow residue on his body. Only the tall peasant remained motionless with his stomach clutched.

"Get up for me! didn't you hear me!" said Resarit, angrily stepping forward and giving him a kick, and the latter grumbled and stood up.

Rolf silently put away the stick and put it back in the cabin, while Ressarit coughed lightly, intending to speak.

"It's snowing" Rolf put on his chain armor and watched the snowflakes fall from the sky unconsciously. I couldn't help but sigh.

Resarit glanced at Rolf, then said to the three peasants, "Do you know what your greatest deficiency is?"

The three peasants did not say a word.

"It's the reaction after being injured!" Resarit raised his left fist: "If you were hit by an arrow on the battlefield, how would you react? Or do you roll on the ground and wait for the enemy to come forward and make up for you?"

Of the three farmers, the middle-aged farmer was thinking about something, the tall farmer scratched his head, and the long-bearded farmer continued to say nothing.

Resarit watched the reaction of the three of them, walked up to the middle-aged man, and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Hama! Hama straightened up.

"Okay. I remember you, Your Excellency. Resarit nodded to Hama and then said to the three peasants

"Digest this battle and disband!"

"'Benjamin hears Captain Nick's call. With a surge of enthusiasm in his heart, he stood up and said to Captain Nick, "I do!

Captain Nick looked down at Benjamin and said to him suspiciously, "Are you still working, old fellow?"

Warm next to the fireplace. There was a young girl with a golden ponytail. She held a book in her hand and read it softly to the person lying on the hospital bed.

The man lying on the hospital bed had a thick beard, rosacea, and a short, neatly combed hair, which looked amiable.

He sat up, put his hand on his forehead, and asked the blonde girl, "Jamila?"

Jamila interrupted the story and smiled at Fatis, "What's the matter? Mr. Fatis is trying to throw up again?"

"No" Fatis shook his head, "What is this book called?"

Jamila flipped the book to the cover. Read it softly: "Benjamin Barton"

"Benjamin Patton," Fatis exclaimed to her, "where did you get a good book?

Jamila's expression was gloomy, and she said softly, "From the package left by the captain"

Fattiston was stunned. Slowly lying down again, he looked at the dilapidated ceiling, without saying a word, and his expression was a little sad.

At that moment, there was a sharp knock on the door.

"I'll open the door," Jamila sighed and stood up.

She opened the door and pushed open the dilapidated wooden door. The cold wind poured in like a flood.

Outside the door were Resarit and Rolf, who were shivering with cold, and rushed in when they saw the door open. Then two men huddled around the fireplace, gasping for air.

"What's going on?" Jamila asked curiously, and Fatis sat up.

"Bastard Ressarit!" Rolf whispered, "He had to observe the terrain in the village just now, and he had to plan for the battle!"

"Watch your words, Lord Rolf!" Resarit frowned, rubbing her hands together against the fire. "Who would have known that the weather here is so weird!

"Maybe it's the sorcery of the snow monsters. Jamila stuck out her tongue and chuckled.

Resarit glared at Jamila.

"The ghost weather in Vekia is still good in my hometown of Suno, it's a paradise compared to this, but it's a pity that I can't go back," Fatis lamented.

Everyone was silent, enjoying a rare tranquility and warmth.

Resarit regained his strength, walked over to Fatis's bedside, and said softly, "How are you feeling?" ”

Fatis smiled at Resarit and said, "My head still hurts a little, but Jamila said that she will be fine if she sleeps a little longer." ”

Resarit was in a rare mood and half-jokingly said to Jamila, "Maybe we should hire a better doctor." ”

"Don't keep targeting me!" said Jamila, dissatisfied.

The cold wind and cold light through the cracks in the door contrasted sharply with the warmth of the fireplace, like the darkest time before dawn.

"Jamila?" called Fatis softly.

"Huh?" Jamila snapped back from the fire.

"Read that book again, Rolf, too"

Jamila agreed, then opened the page. Rolf and Ressarit found a warmer place to sit down.

"'At that moment, I saw the sea," Jamila read slowly.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered Ellene.

How is he?

"Ahh In the crack in the stone, Aragon held Sam and Dean asleep, and watched the campfire in a trance.

They brought two blankets with one on the floor, enough for four people to sit down. The other was draped by Aragorn, and since Aragorn was holding Sam and Dean, all three of them were taken care of.

Alleyne took a quick look at the situation and tossed the firewood aside. Rushed up and snatched half of the blanket, then snatched Dean from Aragorn's arms and took him into his arms.

"Oh, Mr. Ellene. Dean woke up from his dream: "I want to be with Uncle Knight," Dean whispered.

"Hey, boy, dare to dislike me!" Alleyne rubbed Dean's head with his chin, "Sue you, your brother Alleyne will also become a knight in the future!"

Aragorn came back to his senses from the campfire. He looked at Alleyne and said, "You are so slow to find firewood." ”

Alleyn smiled at Aragorn, "Hey, I almost won't be able to come back, or it won't be long before you hear from the troubadours about me - the legendary life of a Vecchian who froze to death in Vecchia." ”

Aragorn smiled bitterly.

"You know what?" said Alleyne felt better. Naturally, the conversation opened: "I'm a Wikian. I spent my childhood in the worst climate in Vicchia. But it's the first time I've seen such strange weather! The light snow turned into a blizzard in a blink of an eye!"

"Maybe it's the sorcery of the snow monsters. Sam, who didn't know when he woke up, chuckled.

Dean nodded in agreement.

The whistling outside the cracks in the stone was louder, and the sky was vast, but it cast a cold light. Part of the cold wind rushed into the cracks in the stones, and the flames of the campfire shook violently.

The four fell silent, Alleyne tightened the blanket and Sam cowered into Aragorn's arms.

Feeling the dreary atmosphere, Alleyne asked, "Do you want to hear the story?"

"Hmm!" Sam and Dean agreed, and even Aragon nodded slightly.

Alleyne smiled. adjusted his feelings, and said slowly: "The name of the story is called"

"Benjamin Button." ”

If you don't count the barrenness and harsh climate of Vekia. Really, this would be a great place for sightseeing. Even the spring in Sunoy and the sunrise over the sea in Port Aaron will be no less impressive.

"Oh my God, this is" Aragorn opened his mouth as he looked at the beautiful night sky.

After the blizzard, the sky is surprisingly clean, as if you can see the deepest part of the starry sky at a glance, and the stars become even brighter at night. Miraculously, a band of light emitting a turquoise glow appeared in the deep blue night sky.

"Wow! what a blessing!" Alleyne looked at the sky and said in surprise, "Do you know what this is called?"

"What is it called, sir?" Sam asked curiously, coming back from the sky, and Dean was completely distracted.

Alleyne pointed to the sky, "Scholars call it the Aurora, but I prefer what the Silver Mist Ranger calls the arrows of Legolas." I've only seen it three times in all my years, and this is the third time! By the way, have you ever heard of the Silver Mist Ranger?"

After listening to the first half, Sam turned his head and continued to look at the night sky, as if he was not listening to the second half at all. Only Aragorn became interested, asking, "Civil organizations?"

Alleyne looked at Aragorn with a smile, but found that the latter was not looking at him at all, so he smiled helplessly and continued to watch the aurora: "Well, a group of retired Vekia archers formed an organization on their own, but they haven't heard of anything to do"

Under the aurora, two horses stepped on the snowflakes and headed into the distance, leaving one hoof print after another in the snow under the Panasonic, reflecting the green light under the night sky, as if filled with precious stones.

They walked through pine fields and slid through river after river of glaciers, unconsciously. They reached their destination, Vizan.

"Hey, we're here!Kids, wake up!" Alleyne recognized the silhouette in the distance, waking up the sleeping children.

Aragorn looked far away, carefully observing Vizan in the distance: the houses were still intact, the fields seemed to have been abandoned for some time, but there were faint traces of domestic animals, and life in this village was not too difficult. Aragon concluded.

"It looks like everyone is asleep, but somebody is standing there. Dean said.

"It's the Night Watch. Aragon said.

Alleyne sped up his horse and said, "Ressarit" (to be continued......