The fear that pervades Lawrence now is greater than ever, and Sonny clearly knows every fear. www.biquge.info"Namu's mercy," he sobbed, and in horror, he read almost all the gods he knew, "Enki's mercy, Enlil's mercy, Anglil's mercy, Ather's mercy, Ashur's mercy, oh, oh...... Who's the hell, damn it......" He reached out and fumbled around, and found that there was nothing to grow.

In a panic, he summoned two flames with tongues of fire and threw them out one by one like javelins. The first flew past the monster's horns, the second stray further, and the two flames were eventually consumed by the wind, dissipating in the cacophony of fighting.

The Snow Deer people are as light as snowflakes in a storm, but they are secretly murderous. It flashed across Lawrence's saber, the ice crystals wrapped around his skin rippled like ripples, and the ice-bone sword snapped, reversed, and slid into the cracks of Lawrence's shoulder armor, through leather, wool, velvet, flesh, and bone, and "hissed" through his shoulder. Lawrence let out an "oh" and the saber was released from his hand.

He was nailed to the Ice Bone Sword, and his sword hung in the air, the heat was steaming all around, but his hand was still grasping the monster's horn, and he kept dragging and tearing, trying to pull the horn out of the monster's head. "Go, Sonny!" he shouted with the last of his strength.

Sonny heard his uncle's screams, but he couldn't take a step. Stop, stop, don't run, don't run, you're a Dalton, you should stay and fight, you useless stinky boy, fight, coward! This is my father's voice? Coward, coward, coward! Fight, O Dark Magic Wizard, devour that monster that pierced my brother's shoulder with your flames!

He laughed hysterically, wondering if the monster would also pierce him in the shoulder, or use sorcery to turn him into a cowardly ice crystal monster. Stop, stop, don't cry, stop fighting. Is this Horn's voice? No, it can't be, Horn isn't here at all, it's illusion, it's fucking illusion! You can do it, you can do it, come on, use your witchcraft!

So he stumbled forward, not so much running as stumbling before falling. He closed his eyes, reciting all the incantations of fire sorcery in his mind, and put his hands in front of him until he touched the cold skin. "Burn, burn!" his voice was loud enough to drown out the frost and snow howling in the wind.

There was only a click, as if the ice was breaking, followed by a scream, so sharp that he fell to the ground, covered his tightly wrapped ears with his hands, pushed the ground with his feet, and stepped backwards, until he was finally hit by a stick and fell into the snow.

When he opened his eyes, the Snow Deer Man's body was melting like dew, and just now he summoned a chain of flames to bind it, and pale blue blood spurted out from countless tiny wounds, hissing on the ground. It fluttered and rolled, trying to break free from the chains forged by the flames, but as soon as its fingers touched the chains, it began to smoke and dissolve, until at last it could only watch as the chains of fire tightened and tightened.

Sonny sat up sideways, his eyes wide. The body of the Snow Deer Man was gradually shrinking, chaotic and blurred, turning into a pool of liquid, and finally disappearing completely. In a few heartbeats, the form was gone, only a thin wisp of swirling blue smoke evaporated and rose in the burning flame chain. Underneath were milky, glassy bones, glowing pale, and then melting. In the end, only the chain of flames remained, and a piece of paper glowing with a faint blue light, on which the vapor lingered, as if it were alive, as if it were sweating.

"Labor...... Uncle Lawrence!" He struggled to his knees, then scrambled to his feet and rushed in the direction where his uncle had fallen, over a half-man's wall of fire. He muttered and ran, forgetting where he got his courage, until he saw his uncle twitching in the snow, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he poured all his courage on the snow.

", what the hell is going on here?!"

Sonny, who was kneeling in the snow, turned around and saw Uncle Sersi hobbling towards him with a torch. "O Namu, Uncle Selsi, uncle......" he cried incoherently, "we ...... We were attacked, Uncle Lawrence, he ......"

"Oh, damn it!" Sersi threw herself down beside Lawrence, the torch in her hand falling to the ground with a thud and extinguishing it in the snow.

By the light of the wall of fire not far away, they noticed that Lawrence's body had gradually stopped twitching, the wind and snow gradually covering his blank eyes, and his eyelashes had been covered with a thick layer of frost. "What the hell is going on?" Sersi asked, touching his old friend's hand, "Namu, he is so cold, so cold!

"The deerman, the monster covered in snow, came out of the woods, it was so dark and cold around, it pulled out the ice bone sword from its cracked belly......" Sonny kept shaking his head, "I don't know, my father called me a coward, but my brother encouraged me to stay, I chanted a spell, summoned flames, and the flames engulfed it, and then, Uncle Lawrence, he ......"

"Calm down!Sonny!" Selsi yelled.

"I don't know, I really don't know......" Sonny gasped, the thin air at the top of the mountain almost deprived him of the right to breathe. He heard his uncle call his name, but the voice gradually became distant, then his eyes began to darken, and then he ...... He fell.

When I opened my eyes again, the snow had stopped. Sonny found himself covered in several furs, a warm campfire jumping in front of him, and the harsh sunlight making his eyes ache.

After a short period of acclimatization, he half-sat up and saw Uncle Sersi standing not far away, torch in hand, and in front of him was a half-man-high pyre of wood.

"Sercy-sama, Sercy-sama!" he tried to shout, glad he was still talking. But when Uncle Sersi turned around, he saw Uncle Lawrence and Steven lying on the pyre.

He only froze for two seconds, then he got up like crazy, and no longer bothered with the sharp pain from the friction between the bones, and rushed to the pile of high wood. "Lord Lawrence, Steven, ...... they," he asked softly, looking at the two lying on the pyre.

"Dead. Sersi whispered with her head down, her gaze wandering.

"No, no!!!!" Sonny roared hysterically, "Lord Lawrence was only stabbed in the shoulder by a sword, and he has a wound far deeper and bigger than that!

"That's no ordinary sword, Sonny," Sersi looked up at him, "that thing froze his blood, and his pulse stopped beating shortly after you passed out......

"What about Steven, he was fine when I left, and you promised me that you would take good care of him!" Sonny touched the red-haired wizard's head, and it felt like he was touching a cold stone.

"When I went to look for you, he was dead. Sersi sighed, "I'm sorry, Sonny. ”

"No, no, no......"

"Cheer up, Sonny Kelling. Sersi reached into the pocket of his outer cotton coat and pulled out a piece of parchment, "Take it, it's what forty-eight brothers bought with their lives, take it." Take it!!"

Sonny looked at the blue glowing parchment and saw tears frozen in the corners of his eyes.