"Further, horses may not be useful. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "The eldest of them spoke. Toller was still dressed in black, black from beginning to end, and when he entered the Side Mountains, even his skin was tanned by the sun, as if he had been coated with some kind of resin, and it was black and shiny.

"Looks like we don't need scouts anymore, we don't even see animals in this place, let alone people. Lawrence sat in the saddle and drank barley wine, as if to dispel the cold. "Come two people, go and call Lake and them back, we will camp in front tonight, and start climbing the peak early tomorrow morning!"

"I'll go, who else?" a balding knight turned his head to look behind him. His muscles were strong, like a pile of rocks.

"My lord, can we make a fire tonight? I'm freezing to death!" asked Steven, wrapped in a thick mink cloak. His lips were purple, and his eyelashes were still shivering with frost hanging from the cold wind, as if even the dwarf mare under his crotch.

"On the high mountain, fire is the source of life," said Lawrence, "and the way to death, and who knows what we will encounter in the evening?" During these days, they fed on raw and cold dried beef, rock-hard bread, and cheese that was harder than that, and when they slept, they huddled together, and they kept each other warm with their cloaks and furs and clothes collected along the way.

The experience of this time reminds Sonny of his father. Lord Kenny once took him to the Ice Fields, with his half-brother Horn. The same is true there, where it is covered in heavy snow all year round, and even in the hottest summers, the snow and ice rarely melt. Now, three days ago, they had been hit by a sudden snowfall, goose-feathered snow and strong winds, which soon covered all the mud and frozen the potholed roads and streams. "Winter is coming, boys!" said Uncle Lawrence in the snowstorm, "don't stop, don't close your eyes, don't try to sleep, for you'll never wake up again!"

"Ah, what a tall mountain, is it really 10,000 meters?" said Sersi as she looked up at the approaching Dragon Peak. It seems to be 10,000 meters long, but when it really reaches the foot of the mountain, the towering peaks, the narrow roads covered with snow all the year round, and the rugged cliffs all make everyone uneasy.

"There are no horses, no roads, and the snow is so heavy, how can we climb it?" Steven's facial features wrinkled tightly, either from the constant blowing of the wind and snow on his cheeks, or from the fear of the unknown in humans.

The sky was cloudy, and the jagged peaks climbed black and pressed to the top of the clouds, and the extreme snow and ice around the summit glowed pale in the only remaining light, and the path seemed to herald death. "If you're not careful, it's going to be a long fall, and you can scream for a long time!" said Sersi as he drove forward and teased Steven.

"No one is forcing this trip, if you are afraid, you can turn around and go back, no one will laugh at you. Lawrence looked back and smiled.

"Turn around and go back, what are you kidding?" Steven straightened his back and raised his voice, "Or do you want me to leave it in this snowy mountain?"

There was an immediate burst of laughter from the crowd, and even Sonny laughed.

After nightfall, the wind and snow did not decrease in the slightest. Scout Captain Lake found a place to shelter from the wind, but the raging wind and snow kept changing direction, blowing the shivering bodies of the travelers, as if intent on driving them out. "Before we go up the mountain, shouldn't we have a fire to celebrate?" asked Steven, holding on to the last bit of luck.

Lawrence neither shook his head nor nodded. He slowly stood up, drew his saber from his waist, and stabbed Steven fiercely.

When the red-haired wizard opened his eyes again, he saw his little mare whimpering and falling. Immediately, Lawrence pulled his saber sideways, slashing a hole in the mare's belly, and when the sword was drawn, the entrails and blood were scattered all over the ground. "Great, sir, what are you doing?!" he exclaimed, looking at his horse dumbfounded.

"This is its last mission," murmured Lawrence, wiping the blade of the sword from the dying mare's mane, "go in, hide in the horse's belly, and remember, if you don't turn around and go back, tonight will be the last warm night." ”

Horn caught a glimpse of the scene in the distance and almost vomited. Immediately, he heard Steven's curses, Uncle Lawrence's silence, and Uncle Sersi's reassurances. He crouched down and stroked the snow to his face, and now the handful of snow was no longer cold, but painful. After a brief moment of disorientation, he looked back at his horse, the corners of his eyes trembling at the melting snow.

"What, hesitating?"

Horn turned around and saw Toller, dressed in black, approaching. "Horn said that the sword is the life of the knight, and the horse is the soul of the knight. He let out a heaviness and felt his stomach churn, "We don't have any other choice?"

"You're not from Angola, the horse is gone, you can buy it again." Toller sat down beside him and looked up at the war horse standing in the snowstorm, "If you don't kill it, it will freeze to death in this ice and snow, and it will be good to be swallowed by the wind and snow little by little, this is called cruelty!" he lowered his head and laughed twice, "Of course, you can also let it go, if it can know the way back." ”

Sonny thought about it all night. The horse lay prone beside him, and he stretched out and lay down beside the horse's belly, burying his head in his short, stiff mane. Although, he was still cold and wet, but it was much better than before. Maybe you don't have to kill it to keep warm, Uncle Lawrence should give it a try......

When he woke up, he saw his breath misting in the cold morning air. As soon as I got up, my bones ached, and it seemed to have become an old problem in the camping field. Sonny pulls the cloak from the dead branches and finds it cold and hard. He struggled to his feet, stretched, and stood in the morning light that had just dawned.

The snow has stopped. A faint pink morning light shone on the Dragon Peak, and every dead leaf around it was condensed with short icicles, and every drop of morning dew turned into a brilliant diamond. The rocks and the earth seemed to be dressed in white, and even the sewage mud puddle emitted a bright brown glow. In this land of white light, the cloaks of the brothers are wrapped in a perfect layer of ice sculptures.

He suddenly remembered Sulla and Horn. How nice it would be if they could see it too, he thought. But when he looked up at the Dragon Peak again, he found that his thoughts were ridiculous.

"You still didn't slaughter the beast. ”

Sonny turned around, and the man he saw was still Toller. "No," there was some frustration in his voice, "I'm not from Angola, but this little guy has followed me all the way." Let it go, and hopefully it will know its way home. ”