William followed suit, following the back of the leader to the entrance of the cave.

New earth and rocks spread out from their feet and fanned out to the base of the mountain. Gone were the rocks and sections of the cave entrance, replaced by a broken ramp, and the soil was first squeezed into a texture that was denser than any road, and then crumbled under the weight of the mountain.

The earth and rocks are poured, and small streams of quicksand are still pouring down among the rocks, forming an earthy yellow waterfall, in which small mineral grains refract the light of the frost and day, shimmering hard and beautiful.

Kraft stepped into the moonlight, bathed in a clear white, dust settling around him, like clouds carrying him up the crystal-paved staircase.

Blonde hair and silver, the sword still has traces of fighting evil creatures, and suddenly descends to earth as if it were an inhuman thing, promising to lead the gods and believers to open up a path from hell to the world.

Perhaps it was a psychological effect, William felt a never-before-seen temperament in the vertigo, flashing in the back in front of him. At that moment, Kraft, who was familiar with him, became someone else, with an indescribable strangeness.

Although it has no wings, if it is arbitrarily imagined by an uninformed person, it will probably be recognized as an angel or some other higher thing, contained by a human shell.

The strange and uncomfortable sensation flickered, but he didn't float up or grow out of the aperture, and in a wail like a puppet with a cut string, he was drained of all power and fell straight to the ground.

The captain pulled back his shoulders just in time, put a hand on his shoulder, and supported half of Kraft's body, "Hey, don't break your nose for the last stretch of the road." ”

Unlike many people who have collapsed, Kraft is desperately trying to keep his eyes wide open, as if to encompass more of it, breathing in spite of the dust, sniffing out the air.

In a state of extreme exhaustion, it manifests a morbid desire to understand its surroundings, like a person who is strangled by the neck instinctively puffs out his chest and inhales, but the air intake is never enough to meet the demand. William speculated that this was some serious after-effect of "witchcraft", which reached its limit after repeated use and a burst of physical exhaustion.

"How's that, can you still take two steps? Five years ago, I could have carried you down, but not now. ”

"It sucks." Kraft shook drunkenly for a while, found a balance and feedback on his feet, stepped on the ground, and relieved William of some of the burden, "Let's go, I'm not sure if those faces can catch up here, if you don't have the ability to hold me up against them, then you'd better go faster." ”

Although the original mountain road was not found, the collapsed earthwork eased the slope of the first half of the road.

After about half an hour of arduous descent, Kraft finally regained his ability to move on his own. For him, what is more serious is the mental exhaustion, the physical strength is still preserved, and in the second half of the road, he has to help William, who is shivering downhill.

Passing through the noisy villagers to the only room with bright light, the corpses diagonally at the door made the faces of the two quickly solemn.

"Kupu, Yin Feng!?"

Kraft drew his sword and rushed into the house, mentally prepared for the infidels to take hostages and even those who stayed behind without seeing their bodies.

He didn't think much about the possible conflict. Someone who has not killed a person so far but has experience in death fighting, is confident that even without the assistance of spiritual senses, it is not something that a few villagers can win without crossbow arrows.

If anyone is going to use the standards of Coop or William's sailors to guess the quality of a professional, he doesn't mind giving them a practical lesson in expensive fees.

"Hmm...... Peter? ”

The scene inside, as expected, was a mess. Overturned tables, burn marks on blackened lamp oil, and a few blood stains in the doorway. The parcel was broken up as if it had been a thief, and the things were hastily sorted out and piled together.

Surprisingly, only the local guide was lying on the ground, and a bandaged cotton cloth with a bandaging level absolutely below the passing mark was wrapped around his waist.

Coop hid behind the door, saw who was pointing the sword at him, and then put down the hammer, "Mr. Kraft, it's good if you're back, it's good to be back......"

"Remember not to backlight it next time you hide it." Commenting on the failure of this ambush, Kraft put away his sword and looked at the other side of the door, a small figure was putting his hand behind him, "What about you?" And what did you take? I don't remember teaching the little girl Kupra to fight. ”

He stretched out his hand, and despite reluctance, Yin Feng handed over what he was trying to hide.

A rusty dagger, not a shapeless knife made by a raw blacksmith, was born to distinguish it from its own kind for cutting through debris, with a double blade and a pointed point, which looked good for stabbing.

It's really rare to see it here, and it's a valuable item, but it's not well maintained. Unless its former owner had something wrong with his brain, it shouldn't be like this.

"Your trophies? I have to say, Koop was a great first fight, and I'm sure grandfather would like you. ”

Old Wood was never in favor of Kraft himself in any non-training combat, but he liked the young man who dared to fight him with a real sword on the castle training ground, even if they couldn't win on one leg most of the time.

Over time, fewer and fewer people dared to do so, and perhaps one day bringing Koop back would fill the void.

"My booty." Yin Feng corrected, waiting for Kraft to return the dagger to her.

"Oh?" Kraft pinched the blade and handed the handle out, realizing that there was some stickiness in his hand, half-dried plasma from rusty spots.

"Indeed, if it weren't for Yin Feng's help, I wouldn't have been able to do this alone." Coop was deeply remorseful, unsure of what level he should be and whether this would bring Kraft's rating down. However, there is room for argument.

"But I promise it's for a reason, the guy with this dagger is very eccentric. The smell of his body reminds me of ...... You helped me with that time. He recalled the breath and couldn't come up with a single precise adjective, only to refer to it as an experience that only the two of them could understand

Seeing William coming along, Coop didn't know whether to talk about the ghostly action that disappeared and reappeared, and decided to talk to Kraft privately, "I think you'll want to see that guy." In addition, we used some of the captain's liquor to clean the wounds. ”

Clough nodded, turning up his assessment of Koop up a notch, "I see, you're doing a great job." This is not in a hurry, take a look at your and Peter's wounds first. ”

It sounds like the wounds on their bodies came from Yin Feng's "trophies", and the rust covered in them looked like a good breeding ground for deadly bacteria. It is better to open the wound and uncover it as soon as possible and disinfect it than to explain the dangers of Clostridium tetani infection a few days later.

To tell the truth, I've been chasing more with reading books recently, switching sources, and reading aloud with more timbre,.. Both Android and Apple are available. 】

"Can you ......" Koop subconsciously covered his wound, and when he thought of the pain comparable to sprinkling salt, he didn't want to experience it a second time.

"No, you can't. Now debridement, I'll take care of your life or death; Clean it up in a few days, and your life and death will be in the Father's hands. "Wound cleaning and dressing change is a technical job, and you should never trust a budding new person to do it properly when it is done on his own, not to mention that the wound is still on his own body.

Curiosity made Kraft eager to see why the deep aura was present in the infidels, but only after he patiently examined the wounds.

Summoned William to hold Koop together, carefully took the tweezers in the utensils box and pulled out small rust flakes and dirt blood scabs one by one, and used up half a bottle of spirits.

As for Peter, who was still in a coma, the knife in the back was too deep, and he was helpless after cleaning the superficial wound under the existing conditions, since there were no significant shock symptoms and no lump hematoma was palpated, it should not have hurt the renal arteries and veins, and the location would not be close to the abdominal aorta or any other large blood vessels.

Items such as kidney and ureteral damage are powerless and difficult to detect. He agrees with Koop about this: if he hadn't died, he might have survived.

When he had done all this, Kraft washed his hands and went to the strange man who had been dragged out of the door, and lifted his hood.

The sunken face made it difficult to loosen the bandage on the face, and it had to be slowly withdrawn in circles. What is puzzling is that there are a lot more hard objects rubbed under the cloth than expected, and the number and volume are not like the facial bones in the impression.