"Mom, I will definitely avenge you."

Huron muttered with drooling from the corners of his mouth.

The exhaustion of that blow kept him asleep until dawn.

It seems that the sentence that sleeps more soundly after being tired is indeed true.

Although this night made him repeat this cruel memory 3 times.

But he is also willing to immerse himself in the whirlpool of past memories and does not want to wake up.

Because, there are the father and mother he wants to see again.

Even if he came again countless times, he was willing.

But the warm current from his abdomen was really hard for him to ignore.

The shame unique to intelligent beings reminds him.

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You should wake up to see if you are wetting the bed.

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Huron wakes up from painful memories.

What catches my eye is a large piece of black fabric, which is a little translucent.

"This is a tent, was I saved?" he thought.

There was a rush of voices outside.

The sound was all too familiar to him, the sound of cloth boots stepping into a snowdrift.

But this also made Huron vigilant again, after all, it is possible that the other party is not the one who saved him, but may have other plans.

So he lifted the quilt, quickly got up, picked up the short sword by the campfire in the distance, aimed it at the tent door, and slowly retreated.

A furry arm reached into the tent.

Lift the curtain open.

"Oh! Boy, are you finally awake! ”

A man with a brown beard and a round waist walked into the tent with his head bowed.

As a result, as soon as he entered, he saw a sharp sword pointed at his nose.

This impact.

"I'm dripping mom!" The man was frightened and kept backing away, stepping on the snow behind him.

Directly turned over a big heel.

The huge body fell into the snow and smashed a hole, and by the way, the whole tent was taken down, and the man was covered in the snow.

Huron, who was the initiator, looked at the chain reaction caused by him, and put away his dagger with an embarrassed expression.

"No, I'm sorry, uncle, I'll save you now."

Huron came running quickly and began pulling at the tent that the uncle was wearing.

Maybe it was the roughness of his voice, or maybe it was because of the big grin of the person in front of him just now, and Huron slowly let down his guard against him.

After a lot of hard work, the two finally got out from under the tent demon.

"Phew, hoohoo." Huron had just woken up from his sleep, and now he was experiencing such a toss, and his body was a little overwhelmed.

The strong man jerked up the tent and threw it in front of the boy.

"You half-grown boy is so ungrateful, I worked so hard to bring you here to recuperate, and you actually swords against me!"

Knowing that he was at a loss, Huron quickly got up from the ground and bowed to the strong man.

"Hold, I'm sorry, uncle, it's my fault, I thought it was a trick played by that monster, I'm sorry."

And the strong man also showed an inexplicable expression at this time.

"What monster? You fell in the snow, and I carried you back, what kind of monster is there? Or do you think I'm a monster?! ”

Hearing the man's tone suddenly high-pitched, Huron was at a loss for a moment.

"No, no, I didn't say you're a monster, you should, I should have had a nightmare, yes."

Huron immediately summed up his previous experience as a nightmare, after all, such a strange monster apprenticeship plot can only appear in a dream.

"Forget it, Uncle Ben is not a person with a small belly."

"I just saved you by the way, and now that I'm resting, let's go home."

"Just as I'm about to pack up and go up the mountain." With that, the strong man bent down and began to pack up the rivets and the tent.

Hearing that the man in front of him was also going up the mountain, Huron immediately jumped in front of the man and said excitedly.

"Uncle, do you want to go up the mountain too, take me with you, I happen to be going up the mountain too."

When the strong man heard this, he was obviously cleaning up his things, and he turned his head and looked at the young man in front of him with a slightly surprised face.

"You, up the mountain? Don't joke with me, can you, a young master with fine skin and tender meat, withstand the wind and snow above? The strong man looked disdainful, obviously not believing the young man's words.

"Uncle, don't believe it, in fact, I'm still very powerful, you know, the purpose of my visit this time is to defeat the demon dragon on the snowy mountain."

Huron crossed his waist as he spoke.

It wasn't until Huron spoke of the dragon that the man turned around and looked at the boy squarely.

"Little ghost, big words, everyone will say, how do you want me to believe that you have the ability to crusade against that demon dragon?"

The tall figure of the strong man stood in front of Huron, which made him feel more stressed.

"I, I can show you, trust me." As he spoke, Huron raised his short sword and pointed at the rocks in the distance.

"Whew~ in the name of the ancestor Imon Loka... Huron's words fell, and a scorching fire elemental force rose up.

The surrounding snow and ice began to melt.

After noticing the look of surprise in his uncle's eyes, Huron couldn't help but feel proud.

"of Fire."

The next moment, a sudden change occurred, and the flow of elemental power that Huron had been concentrating on collapsing instantly collapsed, and the whole person knelt on the ground in pain as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Blood began to gush out of his nose, and the breath of the whole person fell suddenly.

"Enough! Stop it! The strong man shouted, he could already see that the body of this little ghost could no longer bear it.

"No, I can still do it, I can! To my ancestors... With that, Huron was once again ready to activate the battle technique.

"Smack!" A large, stout hand snatched the short sword from Huron's hand.

"Give it back to me, uncle!" Like a broken marionette, Huron wants to fight for the short sword in the strong man's hand.

"If you keep going, you'll die! Your elemental power has begun to run wild, and if no one heals you now, you will surely die! The strong man scolded him in a calm voice.

"So what!! My family is gone, and I'm here to kill that dragon, Doolin! ”

After hearing Doolin's name.

All of a sudden, the scene became eerie.

The strong man silently put down the sword in his hand and handed it to Huron.

And when Huron saw the 180-degree change in his uncle's attitude, he was suddenly a little at a loss.

That's not right! That's not how the script is written.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Huron cautiously tested the strong man with a gloomy face.

"You said you were going to kill Durin?"

"Yes!"

"Even if you do, you will definitely die, do you want to go?"

"Yes!!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, the strong man turned his head and walked over to a huge backpack and began to rummage through it.

Huron didn't dare to go over to check, after all, his tone was so bad just now.

After a few minutes, the strong man approached Huron with a large ball of fur and a few pieces of twine.

Look at the battle.

Huron asked curiously.

"Uncle, what are you doing with these furs, do you want to eat them?" The sudden spectacle caused Huron to say something that he himself thought was strange.

Sure enough, the strong man also looked at him speechlessly.

"Eat fur, your recipe is so special."

"Of course it's for keeping warm." The strong man began to arrange and lay out the fur.

"Come, lie down!"

"Ahh

Huron looked at the fur that was laid out on the side in front of him, and he had no idea what the strong man was going to do.

"Yes, sleep, sleep?"

"What sleep? I want you to lie down, I want to wrap you up, the top of the snowy mountain is so cold, how can you go up without wearing thicker?! The strong man pointed to the top of the mountain with a look of course.

When Huron saw that the strong man said so naturally, he thought that he had a problem.

"Uncle, this snow-capped mountain needs other ways to get to the top of the mountain." Huron kindly reminded him that he had tried before, and the top of the mountain could not be climbed from the outside.

"Hey, look at your ignorant appearance, I don't know and think you're going to climb."

Then the strong man threw Huron on the ground with one hand, wrapped the fur, and tied it with hemp rope to form a large rice dumpling.

Only a small round hole is exposed for breathing.

"Uncle, what the hell are you going to do!?" Huron's mind was full of fog at this time, and he couldn't understand what this rugged man was doing now.

"Heh, you wait, sleep first, and when you wake up, you'll be on the top of the mountain." The strong man patted the "zongzi." ”

"Just a snowy mountain, watch me take you to jump up!"