The wind at the top of the mountain twitched like a frenzy, blowing the branches of the trees in the forest, and the rotten leaves on the ground were constantly rolled up and flying in the air, along with the twigs and the crumbling sand and stones, and constantly whipped Sonny's face. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info when he found Steven, the red-haired wizard who was fifteen years older than him had frozen into popsicles.

He covered the poor wizard with a pile of furs and made the fire thriving, but Steven would only say, "Cold, help me, it's cold, I'm supposed to be in the desert, how can it be cold, it's cold, it's cold." ”

Sonny fed him onion soup, but he couldn't swallow it, and as quickly as the spoon was filled, his lips leaked out, and the soup dripped down his chin, wetting his clothes and fur on the floor.

"This guy is dead. Lawrence gave Steven a nonchalant look as he chewed on the beef, "If you have to ask me, it's more merciful to give him a knife than to pour soup." ”

"Man, we didn't ask you. Sersi wrapped herself in a pile of fur. He didn't seem to be freezing lightly, but slightly better than Steven, and judging by his bald head exposed to the cold air, he was no longer the same Sersi he used to climb to, but like a hot chicken frozen in ice and thrown into boiling water. "Is this place haunted or how did you get it? What dreams did you all have?"

Hearing the word, Sonny couldn't help but shrink back and shook his head desperately. He scooped up another full spoonful and brought it to Steven's mouth, trying to carefully pour it through his lips, but failed.

He had a spring dream, a dream that he wanted to have since he first saw Sula, and that dream was so real that he couldn't imagine that it was all fake.

Half an hour ago, he ran out of the cave, and when he looked back, he found that the light in the cave was gone, and fear made him dare not look back, but his heart was full of Sula's shadow. So, he mustered up his courage and decided to go back and ask for clarification, but when he returned to the boulder, the gap in it was gone.

He leaned on his stomach and touched the cold rock with his hand. There was nothing, just an ordinary stone, and it was blown by the cold wind like ice, and it was bitterly cold.

After a brief silence, he screamed like a madman, and attacked the stone with flames, until the oak tree that blocked the rock caught fire, and the stone stood silently in place, without the slightest intention of opening.

He shuddered and stepped back, slippery leaves that made him fall, and in front of him were burning oak trees, the fire was bright red like a dream, and in his ears was the raging wind, and the sand and leaves that kept blowing on his face. He stepped back with his hands and feet, his heart already beating to his throat, and it seemed like it would stop at any moment.

After that, he got up tremblingly, let out a miserable howl, and ran desperately the way he came, as if to forget everything he had just experienced. But he still can't forget the scene that caught his eyes: Toller in white sat on a cobblestone, holding a handful of rotten leaves in his left hand, and pointed forward with his right hand, as if he was chatting with an old friend, his stiff body was like an ice sculpture, and his face still had a smile on his face, as if he had been sitting there for a century, Uncle Lawrence was riding on an arched long stone, muttering to himself, Uncle Selsey took off all his clothes and leaned naked against a stone, with the same expression on his face as Toller. A smile from the heart, Steven was the last person he found. The red-haired wizard, like Uncle Selsey, stripped off all his clothes, but picked up a handful of wet snow from the edge of the cliff and smeared it on his bare chest, as if he had found an oasis in the desert, and kept wiping his hot body with cool water......

More soup flowed from the corner of the wizard's mouth, and Sonny wiped it with his sleeve as he glared back. "It's cold, it's so cold, how can I be cold. He said weakly.

Sonny didn't find any other brothers other than the three of them, and if Selsey and Lawrence were lying here, maybe Steven knew how to save him, but he was the only alchemist on the team. "It's cold. The pale lips repeated, and the voice was already a whisper.

Uncle Lawrence was still nibbling on the piece of dried beef, and Uncle Selsey was shivering, his lips as pale as Steven's. Thin onion soup is boiling on the campfire, and hard bread is scattered about thawing. "Sonny, you have a lot of responsibility to do, don't spend your time here, throw that broken spoon away, and I'll take care of the rest. He heard Uncle Lawrence say, "This little imp has two doses of sweet sleep flowers in his pocket." ”

Sonny had learned some alchemy from his mother, and that sweet sleeping flowers could give people a painless death. "No, Lord Lawrence, we can all live and return to Sumer alive, please believe me. He raised his head, his gaze resting on the horse that had climbed over the snowy ridge and had come to repay the favor.

"Cold," said Steven, "help me, it's cold." ”

Sonny himself was cold, even though he had picked up a lot of dead branches and made four fires, but it was still cold. Maybe it's because I'm tired, I'm so tired that I'm about to fall apart. He wanted to sleep, but whenever he closed his eyes, even if it was just a casual blink, he would see his mother's face, the snowy mountain road, and ...... If only it wasn't a dream, Sura.

"Sonny, you'd better figure it out, I've picked a whole forty-six men from the Confederates!" Lawrence looked at him, his eyes blown away by the wind, and though he had raised his throat and used the loudest sound he could, he was overshadowed by the wind, "Those men are the most valiant knights, the most loyal soldiers! Toller sitting on the stone over there has been with me for thirty-seven years!" he raised his hand to the darkness in the distance, "What the hell are we here for?!!Sonny Dalton, tell me!!"

"Cold," Steven said weakly, "help me, it's cold, am I ...... Dying?"

Sonny put down the bowl and spoon, covered the dying wizard with an extra layer of fur, and added firewood to the fire. He got up and stood in the raging storm. The surrounding trees, the snow weighed down the branches, and the golden-brown hills were covered with a carpet of snow, and he could faintly hear the "tick-tick" of the water falling softly, as if coming from behind him.

Yes, I'm Kelline, but I'm also a Dalton. He looked at the dim sky and thought, "Father, are you looking at me and laughing at my weakness?"

"Little one, go find that thing, Lawrence and I will be here to watch over him," Sersi's voice trembled with his body, "There are too many dead people, I won't leave any more brothers behind, don't worry." ”

"I'm sorry, Sonny," Lawrence pointed to the frostbitten leg, "this shouldn't have left you alone, I promised your mother that I would take care of you......"

Sonny nodded, bent down to pick up a torch, and turned to walk into the unknown darkness.