While this bright and cool morning was supposed to be pleasant and energizing, there was something heavy hanging over him in the forested hills that he couldn't say exactly. At first, he didn't know if it was his own feelings, but a layer of mist covered the sky, and as before the storm, the sky looked almost oppressive. Now it seems to be thicker, apparently casting a brown over the blue sky.

After walking for less than an hour, he passed several small farms on this side of the town and entered a wooded field. He found it strange; Usually the area between the countryside and the city is more populated, not less. He was also amazed by the multitude of ancient trees and the knotted trees; Forests like this are often used for firewood, especially in places where the winter is cold. Perhaps the subtle heaviness in the air makes agriculture here unreasonably difficult compared to the more southerly regions.

The farther he walked along the flat dirt road, the steeper the slopes became, and evergreens slowly replaced leafy trees. Every once in a while, he could look out over the valley through the gaps in the vegetation. It seemed to him that there were dense evergreen tips everywhere, as if they were covered in the stubble of some giant. It's strange how neatly aligned these trees are; Sometimes, it was as if he could see the mountains miles away.

During his military service, he saw all kinds of landscapes in the world. There is nothing in the desert except sand hills, surrounded by flat grasslands that stretch all the way to the horizon. The rugged, austere mountains of glory guard the calm and undulating pastures that wind their way to the raging ocean. He had seen the vast wheat fields of the river people, which stretched in all directions for a day, and the cedar forests of the Pessars, where some of the finest timber was produced. But he had never seen such a well-groomed forest anywhere.

It made him wish someone to talk to. For most of his life, he never really walked more than a few steps away from his comrades, did he? Except when he came home to find Della, he was with her. His mind returned to his Celestial Thunder kit again and again, and if they were here, he would explain something to them. But he couldn't. They weren't here, and he would never see them again. He'd better forget about them.

In the afternoon he walked a long way, and there was no sign of civilization except on the road, and he began to find some huts and small huts near the sides. He wondered what kind of people lived there, but as far as he knew, the little shelters were empty. He guessed they must be hunters, or lumberjacks. Of course, they don't look permanent.

In the evening, he came to a gap in the woods, where he could see the terrible mountains many miles away. Hopefully, the "big cities" are on their side, because they look difficult to cross. He didn't know if this marked the boundary of the human land, beyond which there were only endless mountains of death, higher and higher, all the way to the top of the world. He had to ask. But what is certain is that he hasn't gone far enough; The top of the world should be a few months to the north. It should be exactly three thousand six hundred miles from Dikaya's Pillar of Justice to the top of the world, and Anchors certainly didn't go that far at all. It will be a full day journey, all the way north, every day, for three months.

From afternoon to evening, he began to smell the smoke of firewood, and he sincerely hoped that it was not a forest fire. Shortly after smelling the smoke, he heard a sharp crackling and thudging sound, but it was difficult to tell how far away they were. Maybe there were lumberjacks around, but he couldn't hear the rhythm of an ax or a saw.

With curiosity and vigilance, he quickened his pace and checked to make sure his sword was drawn when needed.

The road ahead turned a little bit, and a man suddenly appeared, desperately running in the direction of Anchors. He wore thick woolen trousers, and a torn, blood-soaked woolen shirt dragged through the air behind him. A

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Before Okles could put down his baggage and draw his sword, the man passed by him. The man just shouted, "Tatalor! Then keep running without even slowing down.

Androx wonders what's on Goddess Kelsel's scarred ass, but it's probably something bad. He looked at the man running and thought about putting down the contents of his pocket and following him, but he knew he wouldn't. Until he finds out what Tatalor is. What makes that much noise? It's good that Euphemios didn't see it on the side, otherwise A

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Okles will be endless. Euphemios always said that he was too reckless to live long.

As he approached the source of the sound, he heard a man screaming in pain, followed by a scream, then silence. The second time, he wanted to turn back, but his curiosity couldn't be suppressed. A little further afield......

He silently walked around a large area of bushes and found a ruined camp. The campfire burned low in the center, the smoke was filled, and it was not affected, but everything else was ruined. The broken parts of the carriage were everywhere, as if the carriage had been smashed to pieces like a jar against the wall. Several tents were crumbling and tattered, and a dozen more had been overturned. A few paces away from the fire was a boulder, and some of the trees next to it had been knocked down, as if it had rolled into the middle of the camp. That would be unfortunate.

Anchors thought he could hear a low grunt coming from the other side of the boulder, and he knew it had to be Tatalor, whatever it was. He crept around the edge of the camp to find an angle from which he could see it. Before he could see the surrounding area of the boulder, the boulder stood up.

Andrew retreated to a tree, almost off balance in astonishment; The boulder stood taller than any creature he had ever seen, and with the exception of Therwell, it was twice as tall as a man, or even taller. Its uneven, stone-colored skin made its features unrecognizable, but it was more or less shaped like a human being, with a head, arms, and legs. It gasped and turned to face the fire, allowing him to see that it had only one eye. Cyclops. ta

The talo is a type of cyclops, and A

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Okles is a dead man.

All he could do was curl up in the bushes, hoping not to be noticed. He couldn't help but watch it eat what was left of a man, tearing off the meat bite by bite, like a child eating fruit.

Time passed very, very slowly, and the cyclops ate the first corpse and then thoughtfully gnawed on the other, looking at the smoking embers, or at the woods. A

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Okles didn't know what it was thinking. He couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman; Its skin resembles a moving granite, loosely clasped over its muscular body, and its gender is indistinguishable.

In all the poet's descriptions of cyclops, he never mentions that they don't have noses. When it closed its eyes and mouth, its face was almost flat like an egg, which made Andlox wonder how it could smell him. The epic covenant is that if you blind one, it will find you through smell.

If this is true, then soon the hand strong enough to break a tree will grab his torso, and Andlox's head will be bitten off.

He wondered if his murderous intent was enough to drive it away. But unlikely, not a man twice his height. His killing intent doesn't give him extra speed and strength, and as he has some believed, the last thing he wants to do is make the cyclops angry. Some of them were supposed to be civilized and respectable, serving as guards in the house of the sworn father of Arkos, but the man looked completely evil and barbaric.

Finally, thankfully, the thing slammed down, closed its eyes, and seemed to be asleep. A

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Okles decided to wait until it was sleeping deeper before acting, lest it hear him. Night had just fallen, and the shadows of the forest were getting darker. If he could walk a few hundred paces before it woke up, it would never find him.

However, to his horror, a short-haired young man crawled out of the shadows, holding a large spear in his hand, and silently walked towards the cyclops. He wears woolen clothes as thick as the runner and is probably from the same company. Andex waved vigorously, trying to get his attention, but to no avail. The boy stared intently at the monster's head, he looked just old enough to be an idiot, probably fourteen.

As the young man approached the monster and was about to stab him with his spear, Andlocles sighed and snapped a twig. The young man looked quickly in his direction, his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open. A

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Okles shook his head silently, then pointed at the young man and ran his thumb across his neck, trying to tell him that stabbing the cyclops was a bad idea.

The young man just looked at him coldly and stubbornly, ignoring him. Andlos tried to wave again, but the young man didn't look. He didn't dare make any more noise, or the thing would wake up, but he didn't know what else could get the young man's attention.

Soon, however, he made a decision, and the young man jumped up and pointed the finger at the monster's closed eyes with all his might. The tip pierced the skin, but not strong enough to pierce the skin. A

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Okles watched helplessly as the cyclops woke up in a burst of rage, waved his arms, and stood up. When it saw the young man, it lunged at him, and Andlocles was sure that the young man was dead, but he somehow avoided it.

The young man ran to the side of the boat and stabbed again, this time upwards into the monster's drooping belly, for he could no longer pierce it in the eye with his spear; Of course, there is nothing good about this. The cyclops raised his fist and slammed the young man into the head, but he barely dodged it again.

Now that the cyclops is chasing him, the young man no longer has time to offend him. The monster focused on grabbing its target, sweeping with its arms, and the young man barely managed to escape each time. Not long after, the boy tripped over an abandoned plank, and the cyclops grabbed him with the edge of his finger as he swept again. The young man was tossed aside, close to where Andlocks was hiding. The young man looked directly at him with a sharp, pleading gaze, and shouted, "Are you going to watch me die?" Andakis noticed that the young man's eyes were black with white spots, just like the boy in the inn.

But Androcles didn't have time to pay attention to anything else, for the Cyclops had once again smashed his fist on the young man's place. Although he managed to roll away again, the monster looked up and saw Androx, deciding whether to fight and die or hide and live.

Cyclops reached for him, trying to grab him before he could get ready to stand, but he rolled backwards, stood up, and drew his sword, but it didn't work. The young man stabbed the monster in the back of the knee, attracting its attention. A

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Okles took the opportunity to undo the shield on his back, which he could at least use to fend off the Cyclops' fists.

The monster slammed at the young man again, and the young man somehow dodged again. His steps are certainly fast. and lucky.

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Okles watched the monster carefully, trying to decide how to hurt it. However, its skin is no more fragile than other animals, and its eyes are too high to reach.

The cyclops roared in frustration, sounding a bit like a giant horn. It tried to crush the young man with two fists at the same time, only a little distance. It smashed him several times in quick succession, but each time he rolled away, clutching his spear desperately. Then, it took aim at Android and tried the same tactic. He avoided each of them, but then the Cyclops tried a new way, clapping his hands. A

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Okles didn't manage to escape in time, and the monster grabbed his fingers. He screamed as it began to squeeze him, desperately trying to break free of his arm so he could stab its hand, but it grabbed him with both hands and wouldn't let go.

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Okles, the other hand reached for something on its back, but couldn't catch it. When the monster began to circle and try to reach out, Androcles was whipped so hard that his head was dizzy. The young man rode his ass and galloped backwards with a proud look on his face. He seemed to stab hard enough to stick the spear in.

After a while, the cyclops stopped spinning, stopped to look at the young man, and roared loudly. Andex shouted, "Run! With the air left in his lungs. The young man looked at him again, then nodded. He staggered to his feet and ran into the forest.

The cyclops howled behind the young man, but did not chase him. Instead, it began to walk into the forest, in the direction of all the broken trees, trying to reach the spear that miraculously stabbed into its back. Anchors found himself unable to breathe under the grip of the thing, and soon his lungs began to ache and he felt dizzy. So be it. At least I can't feel its teeth, he thought. Before he felt his mind sink into darkness, he saw swimming points of light.