When night came, they camped by a stream in the forest, the seventh day they had left Brueg. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Kenny brushed his horse's back with coarse linen, the white pigeon easily lit the campfire, and for dinner they picked the green wild fruits along the way, and half a wild goose left over from noon.

After the meal, they went to bed early, and when the first rays of morning light shone on the camp, the two continued to drive their horses.

The forest gradually became denser, the familiar aspen was replaced by ash, iron oak, banyan and stout nanmu, the pattern of flowers and plants began to become strange, even the reptiles on the ground and among the branches became huge and terrifying, and the most annoying problems were the close-knit trees, the bumpy and slippery roads, and the potholes hidden in the moss, all of which dragged the pace of progress.

Later in the evening, Kenny hears something struggling on the other side of the forest ahead, so he stops his horse and signals the white dove behind him to stop making a sound.

"What's the matter?" asked the white dove in a whisper, "I don't seem to see anything, it's a forest, but a few more clumps of scorpion." ”

"Not to see, but to hear. Kenny whispered back, "Look, someone sounds like they're calling ....."

Huge chestnut trees towered beside them, and the ground was covered with their thorny offspring, and somewhere nearby, a few lazy owls searched for branches to perch on.

The white dove heard only the cries of a flock of crows, rising and falling somewhere overhead. "I haven't heard anything yet," she put her arms around the man's waist, "don't scare me, Nameless." ”

"Of course you won't hear it, because the sound is gone. Kenny said, shaking the reins, causing the horse under his crotch to trot.

They walked around an ancient wood, which was so tight that horses could not pass, and stepped through a mountain stream between ravines, where Kenny on his horse kept looking down, as if searching for something to prove his judgment.

About half a minute later, he stopped his horse again, and just as the white dove was about to ask why it had stopped, the scene in front of her made her stomach churn.

It was a horrific spectacle, and not just because of the pungent gore. There were some fragments of clothing and flesh left on the branches, and there were deep dragging marks on the ground, and hoof prints that had faded.

That alone might not be enough to gag her, but as she looked forward, a twisted face of flesh that hadn't faded came into view. It is the corpse of an immature girl. Beside her were the corpses of two men, their limbs and bodies so bloody that they were barely recognizable that they had ever been human, and beside them, a stained gray cloak hung from a tree branch, and next to them was a swan-shaped brass brooch with a bright pink ribbon on it, but stained with a few equally bright drops of blood.

Kenny also feels the undigested food churning in his stomach. He closed his eyes, stepped over the girl's body, and crouched down to look at the drag marks on the ground.

"Nameless, what's going on here?" the white dove's voice was accompanied by a series of retching. She felt like everything in front of her was about to empty her stomach, and even though she had seen a more horrific scene than this, the corpse of the girl who had not yet faded her immaturity made her hair all over her body, and her teeth chattered involuntarily.

"They were dragged to death, artificially. Kenny thought for a moment and said, "We've got to catch up, they didn't get far." ”

"No, they're not just one. The white pigeon hurriedly shook his head, "There are hoopage prints all around here, and there must be at least two or three hundred people." She covered her churning tail and turned her head to look at him, "Get out of here, we're no match for those guys." ”

"Looks like there's still a living mouth, look at this. He picked up the gray cloak that hung from the branches, "There is no blood on it, and the tie is tied in an 'O' shape by the owner of the cloak, which means a cry for help." He frowned, and then looked closely, "Also, don't you think the style of this cloak is a little familiar?"

"No, I don't think it's familiar," the white pigeon immediately denied, "this rotten cloth is just the same color as the cloak I gave you!"

"Alright, listen to you, we-"

An arrow from the darkness interrupts Kenny's unfinished words. The arrow pierced the worn cloak, then across the side of the white dove's face, and finally made a muffled sound on an ancient tree. The arrow is deeply rooted in it, and the feathers on its tail keep swaying from side to side with the remaining strength.

The firelight around them reached their eardrums almost at the same time as the screeching of neighing horses, so fast that Kenny didn't even have time to shake the reins.

"You promised me not to use witchcraft no matter what. He whispered to the white dove behind him, and then turned his face to the slowly approaching knight.

"Hey, guys, look! we can catch a white-haired girl alive in the Dragon's Blood Forest!

"Oh, and her knight, a poor man who can't even afford a razor!" cried another mocking voice.

Kenny looked around as the people gathered from all directions, when they had circled behind him and the white dove, and as he pondered the question, faces as dirty as their voices came into view. Just as he had guessed, a group of hired knights on tall horses, and from those greedy glances, he was sure that they didn't just want to talk.

"Get your leader out, I'm going to talk to him!" he shouted, putting his hand on the hilt of his sword, as he watched one of them.

"Oh, as you wish. The man spoke, whistling clearly and loudly.

At the same time, the crowd moved out of a narrow path, and first a black horse with a shiny coat stepped out of it, then an old face that had been deeply wrinkled by the firelight, and a red nose that was eye-catching.

"I heard ....." The man stopped speaking as soon as he opened his mouth. His Adam's apple squirmed, and there was a hint of urgency in his flickering gaze, and a slight struggle was revealed between his frowning brows.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just stared at Kenny with wide eyes.

"Are you their leader?" Kenny frowned, "Robbers, Iron Forest, Wandering Mercenary Knights?"

"You ....." the man still had his mouth half-open, and his expression of wanting to stop talking looked out of place with that old face.

"Don't waste your time!" Kenny yelled impatiently, "Say it! What do you want to do?!"

"No, no, no.....," the man shook his head vigorously, as if he were about to shake his head off. "Damn! you..... How..... Amnesia?!"

"You..... Know me?" Kenny tightened his brow as his heart began to pound.

"What are you doing in a daze?!" the man suddenly yelled, "Come on, catch me alive!!"

Almost instantly, the knights, who had just been laughing, shook the reins as they drew their swords.

The first rays of cold light were faster than Kenny had expected, and at the same time, a gust of wind swept across the side of his face.

When he turned his head to make sure it wasn't the sorcery of the white dove, and when he turned around, something so fast that only an afterimage was left, and the head of the attacking knight was torn from the whole body.

Time seems to slow down at this moment. Blood splattered like fireworks, staining Kenny's eyes reddening the eyes of the foal under his crotch, and countless wails and deafening beast roars rang out around him.

"Lord, are you alright?" a voice appeared behind him.

Kenny turned his head, his honey-colored eyes looking away. A young man rode on a white wolf, his thin body hidden in a white robe on the floor, his messy brown curls, and his blue eyes as deep as a white dove.

He looked at Kenny with tears in the corners of his eyes.