After saying this threat, the conversation is over. Androx shouted, quickly turning and attacking the first guard behind him. Andlox's instincts were right; The man behind him wasn't ready to charge. The man was still fumbling to put his shield in place, when Anders slashed his throat deep. The man staggered and fell, his face filled with fear, blood gushing from his neck.

Androcleus pounced on the second man and aimed high again, but the man prepared his wolf spear and blocked his attack, then tried to attack Androcleus with his shield. Andlos grabbed the shield, took a few steps back, and jerked him off-balance. The trick worked, and the man tripped up. A

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Okles circled around him, stabbing deeply, just under his shoulder blades. The man took two steps before he fell.

"I could and would have killed all of you," he said, staring viciously at the others. "I've lived 25 years in the best army in the world, and there's no way I'm going to be defeated by a fluffy little mouse like you." He tried to evoke a good killing intent, to intimidate them with the power of his wrath, but there was nothing there; A long night and very little sleep left him almost completely deactivated. Maybe he could convince them to wait a little longer and let him put on his shield, he thought with a vague smirk.

Tulga said contemptuously, "I want to feed you to your little animals." for they are dying of hunger. ”

The remaining four men surrounded him, hoping to surround him. The one with the tattoo on his neck put down the killer weapon, propped up the shield with both arms, and crouched behind the shield and walked forward. A

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Okles frowned; It is the move of a skilled person and the move of a person who trusts his peers.

He turned his head and saw out of the corner of his eye that Pansy was standing behind him. She pounced on it with her mace, which had a pointed tip at the top that could be used to stab people. Androcles rushed straight out, rushing at the protected man with all his might, trying to knock him out and escape from the circle.

The man was properly prepared for the onslaught and pushed Andror to a rock. Andlocks tripped and fell, but he used his momentum to roll. Escaping from the circle, he smiled gloomily. Now, which one to attack first? He could never get around that shield, and there were three other people harassing him.

Theodoric looked the least prepared, so when he was ready for the onslaught, Anchors rushed at him. Androcle crouched down and brandished his sword at Theodoric's ankle, but Theodoric lowered his shield in time. Andrakles slammed his sword loosely into his wrist, wrapped it around his head, and swung viciously at Theodoric's left temple. Theodoric raised his shield to block, then swung his scepter forward to attack.

Androx dodged and then instinctively jumped to the left. He walked too slowly and was stabbed into the flesh under the ribs by Tulga's mace. Although the blow only glanced at him, Androx could feel the flames of flesh tearing. If that blow hits directly, it will tear his internal organs and kill him. This man really has an arm.

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Okles fell to his knees, cowering, and stealthily grabbed a handful of dirt. When Tulga came in to prepare the killing blow, Andlocles staggered out and threw dirt into Tulgar's eyes. This is an old and stupid trick, and a soldier will never be fooled. After all, shields are meant to be blocked, but Turga has let his guard down and intends to use all his might.

Tulga tried to blink away the dirt with his eyes, and he unconsciously lowered his shield so that he could see better, which was exactly what Anchors needed. He jumped again, plunged the tip of his sword deep into the fat man's neck, and stretched out from the other side. Tulga had a surprised look on his face, and after a few heartbeats, he fell to the ground, blood gushing from his wounds.

It used to be six, now it's three. In the heat of battle, Androx can ignore the pain around him. However, he could see that the situation was bad; He could feel the blood dripping down his skirt. He must put an end to this as soon as possible, before his strength runs out. He could barely hold on to exhaustion, and then he had nothing.

"The new offer," said Androx, "is to lay down your arms and run away, and I will not chase you." I went to push the cart. The shieldman staggered, using all his might before Androx could turn away. He was completely knocked to his feet, but rolled up with the force and stood up.

Pansy lowered her shield, picked up her knife, and screamed and pounced on him. She slammed Andlox's sword to the side with her mace, then rushed over and stabbed. To avoid her onslaught, Anchors turned slightly and grabbed her wrist with his free hand, a move he had practiced countless times. He raised his sword to cut off her arm, but she slammed his ribs with her mace, and he had to let go of her and dance away.

She threw a knife from her belt, but he slammed it open with his forearm, making only a shallow cut. She threw it at his leg again, and he twisted it away. She tried to stab him again with her mace, but pretended to stab him in the ribs with a knife. The attack broke through his guards, but at the wrong angle. She made a long incision on him instead of opening the lungs.

She waved her mace again, but this time he was ready to deal with her. He blocked her mace with his forearm and then kicked her hard in the abdomen, knocking her to the ground. He kicked her in the face, knocked her to the ground, and stabbed her twice, ending her life. It's a pity they didn't know each other while drinking beer. She looks funny.

The other two men circled around him cautiously, looking nervous. Andrew took a step back, put his hands on his knees, and gasped. He looked up at them and said, "Do you want to continue doing this?" Because I'm exhausted from running for half the night, I'd rather take a nap. ”

They looked at him for a moment, and then rushed towards him, the man with the shield standing slightly in front, Theodoric holding his mace aloft. Androx jumped back and circled behind a tree, trying to separate them, but without success. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't find an opening, and the further Andruk retreated into the woods, the worse it was for him. The terrain limited the maneuverability of Androx.

Realizing that he had reached his limit, he began to walk peacefully towards the campfire. Theodoric and the man with the shield followed, but they walked between him and the fire so that he could not kick the coal at them. Oh. It's worth a try.

Andlos looked past Theodoric and saw two beagles sitting, hugging each other and watching the game. He frowned. That's too much blood for a child. They really should lie down.

For a moment, Anchors, Theodoric, and the man with the shield just looked at each other, trying to find a breakthrough. Then they began to walk towards him again, slowly but calmly. Theodoric threw his shield in the dirt and reached out, ready to grab him.

Then, to Andlox's dismay, the white wolf jumped out of the blanket, grabbed the axe next to the firewood, and ran towards them. Andrakes shouted, "No! Stand back!"

Theodoric and the man with the shield did not look back, believing it to be a hoax. They're so smart, he thought with a smirk. But he had to protect the toolbox, so he moved in.

The kit swung the axe at Theodoric's leg with all his might. It hadn't even been able to penetrate the leather, but Theodoric's surprise was exactly what Andarks needed. Theodoric jumped in fright and turned to see what had hit him. The man with the shield looked away from Androx, too. At that moment, Andlos swooped over with all his speed. He pretended to slash at the neck, and the shieldman held it high. But Andlocles really hit a low blow, only severing his left leg from just under the knee.

Theodoric raised his mace to kill the toolbox, but it was out of reach. He stepped back, hiding behind the axe and holding it up in front of him like a sacred symbol. The man turned his attention back to Andrecles, barely having time to dodge the powerful blow to the neck. Theodoric's head landed on the ground before the rest of his body.

Androcles stabbed the struggling shieldman, who lay there, clutching at the bloodied stump, and it was all over.

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Okles put his hands on his knees and tried to hold his breath so as not to fall and pass out. After a while, he regained consciousness and stood up again, silently facing the pain in his back. He wiped the blood from his sword with Theodoric's coat and shoved it back into its leather sheath. After a while he'll have to check the blades and grind them again. He certainly doesn't want to be caught holding a blunt sword these days.

Now, put the gear back in the blanket and think about what to do with the corpse. Then, curse God and take a nap. A series of naps.

He walked over, took the axe from the kit, which did not resist, and then put his hand on the boy's shoulder and guided him back to the fire. The toolbox said in a humble voice, "Thank you for saving us again." He staggered to his feet, so Anders took his hand to help him stand up straight. He wanted to hold the boy, but he was a little covered in blood right now, and it was not okay to do so.

"I'm still trying to save you for the first time."

The black one was propping himself up on his elbows so he could see what was happening, but he could barely do it. The white one didn't fall into the blanket completely, but it was very close. The black ones also lay down, and Anders told them to close their eyes and rest for a while. The white one lay there stiffly, teeth clenched, radiating pressure, so the black one reached out and took his hand. This seems to help.

It might not be healthy to give them more alcohol too soon, but Androx thought a little might put them at ease, so he gave them half a glass each. They drank eagerly.

"You rest for a while. I'll dispose of the body," Androx said. They looked at him in horror in unison. He didn't know why, so he asked, "What's that expression?"

Neither of them said anything, so he just looked at them, bewildered. "Don't you want me to bury them?" He asked.

"I just don't ......," the black man began, too embarrassed to finish his sentence. There was a look of serious concern in his eyes, as did the white ones, which Andlos could not understand.

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Okles asked. They all shook their heads.

"Are you afraid I'll leave you?" He asked. They nodded, squinting squinting at him.

"Ahh I won't. Do you understand? I'm not going anywhere. Then he added, "I'll even stay where you can see me, but you shouldn't." Just rest and feed you when I'm full. ”

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Okles stood up and stretched again. This did not alleviate the pain of his muscle fatigue. He took another deep breath and sighed loudly. Even though he was so tired that he fell, he had to bury the body; He didn't want the wolves he heard last night to come to him for food. He walked over to the car to find a shovel. He only found a small axe to dig a fire pit and a toilet, but he made do.

After some exploration, he happily found a place on the north side, where a wide pine tree had fallen, leaving a large hole in the place where its roots were. Every muscle was complaining, and it felt like it would take a long time to dig a grave in the soft, dark soil. When he was done, he undressed the corpse and threw it in, except for Tulga, who was too tired to pick it up, but rolled up. After filling up the makeshift grave, he stepped on the road with new dirt to cover the bloodstains of the battles that had taken place so that it didn't look so much like the battlefield, while also suppressing the smell of blood.

With a dangerous hand, he picked up all the robbers' clothes and threw them into half a bucket, allowing the cold water to suck the blood out. Most of them are high-quality leather, which can be used again after washing. Then he also undressed and tossed over his skirt, which was almost completely stiffened by dried blood. Most of it was his. He piled up maces, shields, and daggers of all sorts in the back of the car, leaving Pansie's good knife by the fire for himself.

As he approached, the children greeted him with expectant expressions, ready to eat again. He was naked, wearing only a pair of sandals, covered in blood and mud, but they needed to eat, so he just tried to keep an arm's length from them and not get anything dirty while feeding them. He managed to do it, and they lay on their sides with satisfied expressions on their faces.

He almost fell asleep on the spot, but he remembered that once the Thai man was furious with him for not rinsing his wound in time. He's right. The wound needs to be cleaned, otherwise it will fester.

"It's time for me to wash up. Go to sleep, I'll be right back. The creek is over there. You can hear it. ”

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere became tense, and he knew that the children must still be afraid. He looked around and found the long metal spoon he had used to stir the wine. He shook it clean and placed it next to the white one. "If you need me before I come back, hit the pot with this and I'll hear you." I'm right around the corner. Got it?"

They all nodded. "Good. You can sleep whenever you want, or stay awake. Either. I'll be right back. ”

He pulled his skirt out of the half-bucket and went into the shallow grass to look for the stream. He thought that if he wasn't so tired, today would be a good day. Well, fatigue and killing.

"Oh, just the other day, I killed six people before breakfast," he said, not loud but close to laughter. This is nothing to say in a public square. No one will believe it. "That was after I rescued two baby goats from starvation and found this coin worth 100 silver coins." It's hilarious. If he were still alive, his friend Ophimios, the most braggart man, would surely spit on him with jealousy.

The shallow creek was knee-deep at its deepest, and although it was wide enough to flow slowly, it was calm most of the time. However, it looks cold. The clear water makes the stones at the bottom look bigger than the original. It looked like there should be ice cubes in there, like he had heard of before. He sat by the brook; Somehow, his body hurt more than when he first woke up. His fingers also felt stiff and it was difficult to untie his sandals.

As soon as he stepped into the water, he immediately regretted it. The water was colder than it looked, but the icy cold water soon seeped into his leg bones, causing them to ache violently. He wanted to howl, but he was worried that he would scare the eaglet. Oh. He found a deep spot, fell backwards, and the worst passed. For a moment, he gasped and involuntarily splashed, but eventually calmed down and allowed himself to succumb to the icy water. After a while, this became bearable.

In the cold, he was acutely aware of the wounds on his body. The bites on his legs and the wounds on the sides of his body were the most severe, and they stinged like rot before the cold numbed them. The long wound on his rib turned out to be shallow, but it still hurt.

He wiped and wiped and wiped his body clean, letting all the blood and dirt run down the stream. After washing the skirt as much as he could, he decided to untie his hair as well, and wash it too, because there must be blood on it, and if you don't leave it alone, it will stink and rot. Then he lay down and took a dip and relaxed for a while.

He felt it comforting to lie there, to gaze upwards, to watch the sunlight scattered on the branches, though the day seemed a little dimmer than in glory. Now, the sky is shrouded in a layer of mist, just enough to make the sky appear ...... Bleak. But there's nothing to worry about - who knows how the clouds behave in the land of the barbarians?

A loud bang shattered his illusions. The toolbox pounded on the pot.

"Curse this liar!" He cursed. He was so tired. He splashed angrily, came out of the creek, packed up his things as fast as he could, and ran desperately towards the campfire. Arriving at the camp, he did not see a direct threat. The white one sat by the fire, waiting for him with wide eyes, and the black one lay down. There was no one else around.

"Any questions?" Andlocks asked a little roughly.

"I'm ......," the boy began, but he looked at the ground embarrassedly.

"No problem, right?" You're knocking just to see if I'm coming, aren't you? Androx said. He tried not to stare, but it was difficult because the situation was annoying.

"We were just scared because it had been so long. I'm sorry. We won't do it again," the boy finally replied. "Please, don't ......"

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Okles hung her skirt on a nearby branch to dry, then grabbed the cup and fed it again. The white one still seemed scared, and the black one noticed, holding his hand tightly. Ancrex wondered if he should hug the little boy or something. He didn't.

When they had eaten their fill, he noticed that the sun had finally worked, and the weather was warm and nice. The man in black asked, "Will there be any more stone people?"

Androxes looked at him puzzled and said, "Stone Man?"

"Like you."

"Ahh Possible. But you don't have to worry about that. If they do, I'll take care of everything, so you have a good rest now and get better. He considered asking their families to see if they had ever been businessmen and maybe knew where to find them, but looking at them, he decided not to. He wants them to calm down, relax, and recover, and the answer now is no different anyway. Both eaglets seemed anxious; They kept frowning and looking up and down the road. He found himself reaching out and stroking their soft fur like a cat, and they seemed to enjoy it. The white one is even starting to relax. They quickly closed their eyes, and after a while, they fell asleep again.

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Okles didn't want to miss this opportunity and lay quietly next to them. In the silence, he felt that he could hear the howl of a wolf somewhere in the distance, even though it was dawn, but he was too tired to care, and fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.

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