Sonny wrapped his nose and mouth in a bandana, which was full of snot, stiff snot, and he was worried that it would freeze with his cheeks. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 It is also difficult to breathe, the air is so cold, so thin, that it hurts to inhale in. "Namu mercy, Namu mercy, Namu mercy," with each prayer, dragging his legs in the snow and taking another step, "Namu mercy, Namu mercy, Namu mercy ......"

Scout Lake had screamed for mercy and mercy. Why do you suddenly think of this? I shouldn't remember this. After the avalanche, Sonny is dragged under Selcey, and when he climbs out of the thick snow, the first person he sees is Lake. The Scout Captain was half buried by the snow, but he was outside from the chest up, and seemed to be the least injured. When Sonny approached, he found that his mouth kept saying, "God Namu is merciful, God Namu has mercy on me...... And when Uncle Lawrence dragged him out, he was still screaming and praying for mercy—all that was left of him was the exposed half of his body in the snow, and there was no blood, for it was all frozen. Soon, the squad scout leader was dying.

Wheezing, Sonny took another step.

The roots under the ice crust stumbled on his toes, and Sonny stumbled, fell to one knee heavily, and bit his tongue. He tasted blood, the warmest thing he had tasted since an avalanche. This was the end of my life, he thought to himself, since he had fallen, he would not have the strength to get up again. He felt for a branch, held it firmly, and tried to pull himself back up, but the two stiff popsicle legs under his waist were too much to support. The chain mail was too heavy, and he was too weak, too tired, too overwhelmed.

"Your Majesty, get up!" a voice cried. Sonny ignored it. Just let me lie in the snow and close my eyes, it's not too bad to die here. He was so cold that after a few moments, he would no longer feel the terrible pain in his back and shoulders, just as he could not feel his feet. At least they can't blame me, I've done my best, and my mother, who is far away in Shenyuan, will understand, it's too cold, too hungry, too tired.

He shuddered and let go of his grip on the branch and let himself lie down in the snow. The snow was cold and wet, but he could barely feel it with heavy clothes. Above is the pale sky, and snowflakes fall on the chest, stomach, and eyelids. It would be a thick white blanket that would cover me and keep me warm. In the future, they will say that the dead Assyrian king was a man of good standings. Yes, yes, I did my duty and did not break my vows to my mother. I'm not Horn, I don't have a strong body, I'm weak and timid compared to him, but I've done my duty, and as for the humans, let them destroy, fuck the dragons.

"Good boy, this task can only be completed by you, this is about the life and death of human beings......" The mother's words suddenly lingered in her ears, as if coming from the sky, from the abyss, from all around, from her mind. "You've not been afraid of fire since you were a child, you're the only one who can fight the dragon, go ahead, good boy......"

Sonny regretted that he was neither strong nor brave, that he could not use weapons, that he could not protect his subordinates like his brother, that he was good for nothing but witchcraft, that he was not a good son of his father, that he did not call him a father until he was dying, that he was about to die, and that so many good Knights of the Alliance Army had died because of him, who were strong and reliable, unlike him, who was a stinky boy who could only do sorcery......

When the horn blows, Sonny is still chatting with Steven. At first he thought he had misheard his uncle's roar, but he was almost the first to hear the loud rumbling noise coming from a sheltered hill, and then the brothers grabbed their salutes and ran to the corner of the wall where they had sheltered from the wind and snow, trying to hold off the rolling snow with the rugged boulders so that they would not be swept into the abyss. But many were still a step too late, and the overwhelming snow flakes were like a rain of arrows and a stone flow, so caught off guard, without the slightest warning, that most of them were pushed off the cliffs, and all that was left was the roar, roar, panic, and rumbling and trembling of the mountains.

When he woke up, the fingers in his gloves were unusually stiff and clumsy, and he shivered with fear and cold. When I opened my eyes, my vision was pale, cold, biting cold, snow, all snow in front of me, I couldn't see anything clearly, I couldn't hear, and there was a deathly silence all around.

"Sonny?" finally a voice came. He noticed that the voice was coming from overhead, it was Uncle Selcy's. Then the snow came back and covered him so completely that he didn't even have time to let out a terrified roar. Then, a pair of hands pulled him up from the snow, and he finally saw the snow, and countless buried people.

"Give up, even if they weren't suffocated, they were all frozen to death. An hour later, when Sonny had melted through the pits with fire sorcery, and still hadn't found half his brother, Lawrence told him.

"Sonny, go. "Sersi Dao. He carried the three packages he had retrieved from the pit on his back and looked at the wizard with a tired face.

"God Namu is merciful, wait, wait, wait. Sonny begged, and once again melted a deep pit with the flames. He staggered to the entrance of the cave and leaned down to look. There was still nothing in it, only burning tree trunks, and flames that were about to be extinguished.

"Bastard, follow me!!" Lawrence yelled.

"No!!" Sonny stepped back, shivering like the last leaf on a tree in autumn, cold, frightened, and helpless. He wanted to cry, but as soon as the tears flowed, they were blown into crystal ice droplets by the cold wind.

For the next few days, they never slept, they never stopped, they never even lay down, they even ate as they walked. Sonny doesn't know how many days like this will pass, and he doesn't know when he will lie down and fall asleep forever. "Don't sleep, don't close your eyes, don't stop, don't do anything, it's almost there, trust me. Lawrence always kept warning like this.

Now, I'm finally lying down, and it doesn't seem that bad, and it's not a big deal to sleep for a while. He looked at the pale sky, a horse passing overhead, a gray horse with unkempt hair, snow on his mane, and a layer of ice on his hooves. I wish the horse would come back, he thought to himself, if there was one, he could go on and sit in the saddle and even sleep for a while. Unfortunately, all the mounts were lost at the bottom of the mountain, and from Tail Finger Peak, they had to crawl on foot.

"Oh shit! how did it get up?!" was Lawrence's voice. Sonny still ignored it. He just wanted to lie here forever, because the tank top and shoulders were no longer painful, the cold seemed to heal everything, and the road ahead was ......

"Get up, Your Majesty, your horse has climbed up!!" a pair of hands reached out, grabbing his frozen shoulders, and Sonny tried to curse, but the shaking sensation was sleepy.