The spring weather is slippery and snake-scaled, giving people a cold and damp feeling, so that the castle stone bricks in the early morning are dripping with water droplets made of mist. It was like being drenched in a light rain, and the smell of blood on the battlefield was also muffled by the fresh smell of earth.

Even though he was lying in the room on the tower, the pervasive dampness still made Riga feel tingling in the sores that had not healed. The Quaid smashed the Baron's sternum and immediately ran towards his companion, but the Quid warriors nearly slashed their weapons at him. Anyone who saw a huge snow bear more than seven feet tall rushing towards him would be nervous and uncontrollable, and even though Gal knew that the raging beast in front of him was his friend, the dusty-faced, brown-haired Quaid didn't dare to get too close.

In fact, Riga was still awake in the form of a snow bear, and even he could feel the piercing pain from the wound as he walked. Shaking the long silver-white hair on his body vigorously, the hunter threw his head back and roared violently. Then, as if drained of all his strength, the Quaid trembled and fell to the ground. Thick and slender silvery-white hairs like pine needles quickly fell off, and the slender bear snout was shortened, and the hunter soon became a normal Quid appearance. With his face damp with blood and sweat, and his long dark yellow hair covered with dust falling into the mud, Riga finally couldn't control the weakness caused by the blood loss and fainted.

When he woke up again, it was a gray color slowly reflected in the blue pupils, a ceiling made of long stone blocks. The wounds on his back and legs itched painfully, and the hunter couldn't help but shake his body, but the cold, hard wooden bed made him snort.

Turning her head sideways, Riga took a cursory scan of the room. It was a small, low, ancient room, no more than six hooks in size. (A hook is a yard by a yard of area, which is one hundred and sixty times a mati.) On both sides of the stone wall hung a lampstand made of curved pieces of rusty flat iron, like an upside-down helmet skeleton, but it was evident that it had not been used for a long time. Some harsh sunlight shone through the small square hole overhead, creating a large bright spot on the right side of the plank. Rhega struggled to turn over completely, and as she curled up in the light, she could see exactly where she was lying. It is a room for storing firewood. The neatly piled up wheat stalks under the planks and stamped on them proved this to the Quaids. In a pile of firewood to the left of the hunter's body, Gal was resting with the silver-hilted sword he had received from Sir Lenny, wrapped only in a fur cloak.

The faint warmth of the light made Riga gasp for air, and although the room smelled of moldy wheat straw, the hunter was still breathing greedily, as if trying to dispel the smell of blood from his body. The sound of heavy breathing quickly woke Gal up, and the warrior had been on his toes.

"Ha, praise to Hirag. Undead bastard, I knew you weren't going to get an accident. The brown-haired young man emerged from his burrowed burrow like a burrowing mole and shook his beard at the hunter and laughed.

"Of course I'm not going to have an accident. A weak smile tugged at her pale face, and then Riga chuckled strangely. "But where is this? Chelster's fortress?"

"Yes. Tying the sword belt back to his waist, Gal tucked his cowhide coat tightly. "We're on an arrow tower because there's not enough to live in the fortress. ”

"Fury forbid, how many of our people are left?, I believe the Morton did us not do us much harm, though the Rangers were as fierce as the roaming wolves. Grabbing the edge of the plank and sitting up, Riga bared her teeth as the wound was touched, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Including the rest of the caravan cavalry, we have three dozen warriors who can fight. Garr scratched his head and said after pinching out a jumping scratch and squeezing it hard. "Hilage bless, I believe the deceased is already laughing in the temple. ”

"The Fury is on top. Riga prayed for his dead companion and looked at his wounds. The slender blood groove struck by the sword had formed a bloody scab with black-green herb residue on it, and the pierced wound on his leg was wrapped in several layers of pale yellow linen, which had clearly been well treated to him.

"Half of us have injuries, but most of them have been treated. The Chelster wizard in the fortress is friendly. No, they seem to be called doctors. Gal took some cold water from the barrel near the wooden door of the woodhouse and sprinkled it on his face and beard, and only when his mind was fully awake did he throw the wet brown braid back to his back and let it hang like soaked twine.

Just as Riga was about to continue, the simple wooden door of the wood door was suddenly pushed open. The long strip of pine deadbolt fell to the ground, masking the whirling of the shaft as it caused Gar to draw his sword.

Appearing in the doorway with the dazzling sunlight was a chubby old man with neatly spaced deep wrinkles on his face and a large, shiny copper basin in his hand. The old fellow didn't have a single hair on his forehead or top, but the brown hair, which was as thick as dry moss, filled everything else.

"Relax! By the name of the god of wisdom, I have no ill will. The old man stared at the long sword in front of him with wide eyes, and his lips trembled with excitement. He shook his head violently, trying his best to hide the horror from his heart as the metal chain around his neck collided crisply.

Thankfully, Gal moved his body, and after avoiding the sun, he finally got a good eye on the old man's face. "Ahh "I'm sorry, doctor. I didn't see it clearly. ”

When Jian Feng left the doctor's chest, the old man let out a hard breath, letting the smell of fresh raw onions fill the firewood room. "I thought I was going to be stabbed in the chest. The doctor complained, but then walked to Riga with a little trembling and put down the copper basin in his hand.

"Let me take a look at your wounds. The old man took out a clean rag and a slender metal pipe from the copper basin, and looked back at the thin, yellow-haired boy who had followed him in. "I also brought your food, freshly baked brown bread and raw onions. ”

The bandages on Riga's legs were untied layer by layer, and then the doctor looked at his wounds. "O god of medicine, this is a miracle. Soon the old man put down his belongings and prayed earnestly. He kissed the metal chain around his neck hard, and then his eyes were fixed on the hunter. "Or did someone secretly cast a healing spell on you?"