PS1: The cliff is going to insert a sentence at the beginning, although I know that this will affect the reading of book friends. After looking at the recommendation ticket, my heart was half cold. That's it...... Is my writing so bad? Or is it on the recommendation of Sanjiang...... Crying blood for collection, recommended tickets, Sanjiang tickets!This week's guaranteed two more~~ Desperate!!ps2: Thank you for the book friend Spartan tyrant for the reward.

The invisible but powerful tail of the cold wind swept away, blowing down the snow that had rested on the branches and trembling with the wind, and striking the young warrior's cheek crookedly. The pinprick pain cleared him up from his memories. Trembling in a daze, the samurai wrapped his cloak for a moment, then reached out and wiped the rapidly melting snow off his cheeks. His long, frosty eyebrows moved, and he looked up at the gray dome, slowly but surely spreading his palms over the small specks of sunlight that had leaked out.

In less than a breath, a slow-moving gray cloud in the sky blocked the cracked gap, causing the spot of light in the young samurai's hand to dim until it disappeared. "Let's go. He opened his throat, itchy from dryness, and squeezed a whisper out of his chest. It wasn't until a pinch of clean snow was picked up from the ground and slowly wiped on the tip of his tongue that his re-moistened throat made a normal sound. "As long as we get away from these Quaids, we may be able to follow the path back to our hometown. ”

The warrior with the two-handed sword on his back cracked his mouth, and words of encouragement came out of his throat. "Listen to Jant, we will be able to leave the ice field and return safely. But before the words fell, before the big man could close his mouth, an arrow pierced his neck. The steel arrowhead easily tore through the leather helmet neck guard, spun violently into the fragile unprotected trachea, and then stabbed out from the other end, shaking off the blood that had been stained on it with a gentle shake.

The big man covered his wounded neck with one hand and reached for the great sword behind his back with the other, but the warrior who had been shot through his trachea quickly collapsed with no strength. He lay on the soft snow with a 'poof', and from his lungs and throat came the 'gurgling' sound of blood pouring into his trachea, and he convulsed and died of suffocation.

"Enemy attack. The arrows then continued to shoot at the Greatsword warriors, making a dull sound like a mallet opening a cracked skin drum, causing the other samurai who had survived the battle and the bad weather to quickly duck aside. The young samurai shouted loudly, and dragged his companion to the ground with a hideous face.

The arrows that followed were so dense that they didn't have time to dodge. The samurai lying on the ground wailed and were shot, but they moved quickly to cover their wounds. The young warrior Jant also had an arrow stuck in his shoulder, and his well-trimmed tail feathers swayed with the movement of his breath, stirring up the air currents above him, causing a snowflake that was about to fall to rise high again.

"We surrender. Don't shoot anymore!" Gritting his teeth, Jant turned his body with difficulty, so that the left shoulder of the middle arrow was at the top end. The steel arrows slashed through his bones as he trembled, causing the samurai to wail several times, but thankfully he could see the arrows. Its shaft was made of fir wood, and it had three thin, thick feathers on its tail, which was certainly not a weapon that the Quaids could have.

"Lay down your arms. A loud lingua franca came from the forest, then it paused before it came louder out of the forest. "Stand and come out, we will not kill those who surrender. We are believers in the God of the Harvest, and those who have no weapons in their hands are friends. ”

"Misal bless. A warrior with an arrow in the abdomen said as if relaxed, and then he held the ground with one hand and stood up slowly and with difficulty. "In the name of the God of the Harvest, we are also His believers. The warrior screamed as loud as he could, hunger making him unconsciously savor the fresh blood that poured up his throat.

There was silence in the forest, but in a moment new words were spoken. "Please come over and we'll help you as much as we can. ”

Jent's sensitive eyes scanned as he pressed his ears outward. But to his frustration, he couldn't make out where the enemy was, even though the man was still talking.

Without the permission of the young samurai, the warrior, who felt increasingly weak, could not wait any longer. He begged in a low voice, his hands clutching his bleeding wounds, and staggered towards the forest in small steps, the varying shades of snow that made him fall several times.

No one attacked him, but no one showed their heads either.

The warrior dripped saliva mixed with blood from the corners of his mouth, and a few drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, which had dark brown hair. Still muttering in a low voice, he kept moving forward until two warriors stood up from the forest. They all wore the same style of white cloaks, and one hand was pressed on the weight ball of the longsword, like a soldier. "My brother," said one of the large, yellow-haired men, wrapping his arm around the wounded's body. "We're going to cure you, we have the best medicine. ”

The wounded warrior laughed, then turned around triumphantly and awkwardly, waving his hand at his companion, who was still prostrate on the ground. But his smile quickly turned to the hideousness before he died. A slender dagger stabbed out of his back, and the wound widened as the killer's wrist turned, allowing the blood to flow faster.

"No!" Jant shook his body desperately, his eyes widened exaggeratedly, and he wanted to rush out, but his two cold and strong arms had already pressed him to the snow, and he couldn't break free. Taking advantage of the hesitation of this group of warriors, the enemy had already circled behind him, quietly rushed forward, and subdued the four warriors who were still alive.

"You murderers, blasphemous people. The young warrior struggled violently, spitting out all sorts of curses from the innermost part that were enough to express his anger. That is until a tall warrior makes a gesture, and then a warrior comes over and hits Jant once on the back of the head, ending his curse.

"Let's go. The warrior tugged at the samurai's eyelids, then shrugged his shoulders as if he had struck too hard. "Your Excellency must be a little impatient. ”

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Riga ran like a predatory cheetah, jumping nimbly over tree trunks and ice. The snow that fell from the trees from time to time hit the body, but it did not hinder the hunter's movements.

"Sooner and closer, we're close. Standing on a thick, crooked, frozen tree, the Quaid shouted loudly. Although there were snowflakes hitting his face from time to time, the power of the veins surging in his body like boiling water made him feel hot all over, and he was not afraid of the cold from the top of the Northland at all.

Kicking the trunk of the tree violently, Rui strengthened his feet and made him leap to the ground. The soles of the feet wrapped in the skin of a snow badger step into the snow, leaving two deep footprints. He didn't stop, but took a few more steps forward until a snowflake hit the tip of his nose.

"Stop. Riga shouted at a brisk pace. "There is danger ahead. ”

The smell of blood and sweat in the snowflakes made the Quaid people twitch.