The trail led him over a high mountain into a bare valley, and at the end, about a quarter of a mile away, he finally saw his prey. They appeared like shadows against the white snow, barely visible in their gray-white clothes. If it weren't for the horses, he would have missed them, their black figures standing out against the backdrop of the landscape.

"Boy! Wake up," he said softly, gently touching the child with his elbow.

The demon boy moved around his shoulder, then groggily said, "What?"

"I found the slave traders. I'm going to start running. If I run, can you catch me?" A

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Okles asked.

The little boy thought for a moment, then said, "Yes."

"Good. Wait a minute. Hold on, I'm going to say it!"

The boy crouched down and wrapped his arms tightly around Andrx's forehead, tucking his ankles under Andrx's arm. "I'm Weady."

Anchors took a deep breath and ran as fast as he could, which he felt was already quite fast for a man with a child on his back. That's enough - he's catching up. He hoped they wouldn't run away as soon as they found out.

They don't. When he was only fifty paces away from them, they stopped and turned to face him. When he saw that they were not running, he also stopped and put Sev down, wrapped him in a bear skin, and placed him in a hole under the tree. "Stay here and wait for me to come back. At all costs. Got it?"

"Are you as strong as Dinah?" The demon asked worriedly, staring at the dark figure of the figure in front of him.

"I'm the strongest man in the world. I'll be right back, don't move. ”

The demon nodded uneasily. Androx found himself grabbing the boy by the hair and walked down the path.

Their figures flickered in and out of the shadows as the slavers passed between him and the two horses, but at least he could see the two horses clearly. One of the cars was carrying a person, and the other seemed to be bundled with flowers and peppers, like sacks of grain. That would certainly be uncomfortable. As he approached, he saw two men on foot with lassoes ready to greet him, and the other two with strange swords. These swords were certainly more than three feet long enough to be javelins. When he finally reached them, they pulled a few steps away from each other, giving them plenty of space to fight.

They at least know how to make themselves look like warriors. A

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Okles wanted to be friendly and maybe make some deals, but he was dragged by a horse for half a night, trekking through the snow, and he was not in the mood at all. He stepped forward, lowered his spear, prepared his pedals, and said firmly, "You took my things." Give them back to me, or I'll cut you down, leave your blood in the snow, and give it to the hoe. ”

One of the rope men replied, "Lay down your weapons and be a slave, or we will cut off your feet and freeze you."

Both of his sons wriggled and tried to adjust themselves on the horse to see what was happening, but they were tied too tightly to move. The sound that came out of his mouth when they tried to shout made him tremble.

He shouted, "I am Andlos the Giant Slayer, the son of Palamonos of Dikaya!" My name is well known in the court of the gods! The king cowered at the sound of my footsteps, and how dare you threaten me! Me!"

Two of them snorted, and the rest grinned.

The knight said, "You'd better keep your voice quiet, and don't let Camus hear, idiot." He likes to reward stupid boasting with real giants. Everyone else laughed, but it was nervous and forced.

"I am not afraid of your God. If the gods love you, they will teach you not to be a barbarian. Maybe they're too simple to understand at all. ”

"Stranger, our god will roast your god on a fork."

Androcles replied: "My gods will laugh at your poor land and stunted people, and then return to normal civilization without hesitation." Our slaves are more educated than your kings. Give me back my children now!"

"Why are we doing this?" Another lanyard man said.

"Because they're mine!" The children! Mine!"

"Do you hear that? Those are his kids, guys. His! Said the knight. Androx discovers that he hates him more than the others.

No one was holding the reins of the horse that Flower and Pepper were riding, and when he realized that the battle was easier than he had imagined, he smiled slowly and maliciously - he didn't have to worry about his killing intentions hurting the little ones.

He clenched his spear tightly, his fingers aching from cold, but to him it was like thirst. He began to walk resolutely towards them.

"Guys, I think he's trying to kill us!" The knight said as he feigned horror. Everyone else laughed, and this time it sounded sincere. Their pale teeth protrude strangely against the gray of their faces, making them look like some kind of ghosts. "Guys, shall we catch him and sell him?" He looks big enough to do heavy lifting. ”

"No, he's old. Look, his hair is starting to turn gray. By spring he will be dead. ”

When he got close enough, they raised their weapons and lunged at him, and Andax unleashed his killing intent. The words suddenly exploded out of his mouth like a thunderbolt from the sky, but his strength was not great enough.

Just enough for a horse to run. His genuine anger made it stronger than he wanted, but it had the desired effect. The two horses screamed, erected their hind legs, and fled in different directions as fast as they could. The riders didn't fall, but neither did the children, thanks to the road clearer. One of them had a broken leg. or neck. The gods are above, why didn't he think of it?

In spite of. All the slave traders were stunned by the terrifying image of Androx's sudden appearance. He knows how they feel; The bowels are filled with fear, and every breath makes the enemy look stronger, taller, and more ferocious.

They opened their mouths wide and flinched as he grew angrier. For a moment, it seemed as if they were going to follow the horse, and he could feel their fear and courage conflicting.

"What...... One of them couldn't go on. The other, who looked younger than the others, fell to his knees and vomited.

"Didn't I tell you I was Andro's Giant Slayer?" He said.

That's how these people should have reacted to him at first. Androxes bared his teeth and grinned. In killing Ma

After that, he would have liked to call himself a God killer, but that would be his luck in front of the God who really mattered. Either way, he is an awesome and respectable person. Noble blood. Achievements in the war. Strong.

Slowly, little by little, he increased his killing intent, and he walked towards them deliberately, threateningly. The slaves trembled, cowered, and fell to the ground one by one. Two men were frightened, curled up in a ball, with their heads in their hands. A man clutched his throat, his eyes bulging wide, trying to catch his breath. The vomiting man twitched as if he had been hit in the skull by roof tiles.

How dare these people steal from him? These people? Lamentable. Androx's rage burned violently, and the snow hissed around him, turning into a circle of steam. He pushed it higher and higher, admiring how it stretched into the air. His anger could be felt from miles away, perhaps even as far away as Agner. His children would, and they would know that he would come to their rescue.

However, these people before him were going to die. Androcleus put his spear aside and drew his sword. The oil burned out, and the leaves smoked in the air; He'll deal with it later.

The first is the one who lies down and twitches; A

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Okles spread his belly wide open, and his internal organs fell to the snow. He would freeze to death in a matter of minutes. The next two, he slit open the blood vessels under their arms and legs; They will live until they realize that they are about to bleed to death. The choked man looked up at him, trembling on the ground. A

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Okles stabbed the sword through the man's eye, piercing him in the back of the head. Then he put his heel on the man's chin and drew his sword.

After being satisfied, his murderous intent vanished, allowing them to come to their senses. He wiped the blood from his sword, and they slowly began to try in vain to save themselves, screaming in terror. He turned around and left them to their fate, without looking back at all. He walked towards where he had left Seif, and as he trudged through the snow, he realized that his feet were dry. His anger caused all the water to evaporate. It made him laugh. Sometimes things just work out. He should have left a sacrifice for God at some point; A real bull, not another bird caught by a sneaky little pepper.

The demon lay there in a ball, tightly wrapped in a bearskin. A

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Okles had to pat him softly and speak softly to make him stretch out, but it turned out that the boy had been sleeping, not afraid. Curious. Maybe for a demon, there was nothing unusual about Andlox's intentions? More likely, he was far enough away to be unharmed, although he certainly felt it.

"Did you find them?" When he was fully awake, the demon asked him.

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Okles put him on his shoulder and said, "It's me, I killed the one who stole you."

"When will we be able to fear them?"

"Boy? They're still on horseback. I'll have to get it now, but they're safe. ”

"They're still there, aren't they?"

"Yes, it ran away. But I can find it. ”

"When did we leave?"

"I don't know yet."

"How did you find it?"

"Follow the footprints, of course."

"Can you keep up with the beat?"

"Yes. That's how I found you. I walked along the footprints in the snow. ”

"I don't know." Then the demons fell silent and looked at the snow in front of them.

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Okles walked forward with a light step, and it wasn't entirely because his clothes were dry. It didn't take long for him to find the children and the horse, which he could leave on their backs and lead the horses back. Then, if Gabi and Agunn and Deanna were not successful, he would get them back and find the carriage. Then they can keep walking, only he doesn't have to walk anymore because he has a new horse. Maybe he can be for Dio

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The path left a sacrifice if God could do his work once.

Sev soon fell asleep again, and after a few minutes, he was pleased to see that the traces on the snow were indeed discoverable. If the little boy wanted to sleep, Anchors would let him sleep - the last thing he wanted to deal with tomorrow was a grumpy, exhausted demon. This one bit off the finger.

He walked less than half a mile into the wilderness, like walking through a long, dark tunnel, and in the darkness he could make out all the scenery. He saw the campfire on the other side of the hill glistening in the frost. Judging by the traces, the horse had climbed to the top of that mountain.

If the lights are still on at the front at this time when most people have already gone to bed, it is likely to be an outpost or some sort of staging station, which could mean more armed men. As luck would have it, a few gray-clad slave traders would pick up his horses, take his children and take them hostage.

Sef was momentarily awakened by the sound of Angelus stopping to look around. When the little boy wanted to speak, the little boy quieted him, and after that, he remained silent, but still awake, clutching the little boy's head tightly with his little fingers, which felt like a claw, but not like a claw.

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Okles crept around the hillside as quietly as he could, carefully hiding in hidden places so as not to be discovered. He hoped that the light of the fire would blind everyone who was awake, but it was unlikely - not a single guard worthy of the name would look at the firelight.

There was a lot of fire there. He concluded that there must have been dozens of fires, or perhaps several large fires. In addition to the land, he probably thought we had found a village. However, in the last four weeks, he has not seen one. These people live on unkempt, primitive farms and occasionally on fortified hilltops. Androcles was amazed to find that they were civilized enough to dress, talk, and live like them. When he told Agna about it, she became angry, even though they weren't from her people.

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The okles were lucky enough to find a group of slave traders who gathered for some winter festival, exchanged their goods, and abused Skytha

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children.

However, when he looked closer, he didn't find what he was expecting. Instead, in front of him was an open field with several circular huts at the northern end. Evenly spaced, low-burning flames melt the snow, exposing bare ground. The fires weren't as bright as he thought they were – they were mostly hot coals, but in the dark, many of them gave the area a warm red glow.

The strangest thing is that between all the fires, there is a large, flat stone at intervals. Some kind of barbarian religious place, full of shoddy small altars, without statues or offerings. What kind of god would want such a thing? Twenty or so bare altars?

However, until he controls more important things, the vague barbarian religion is not worth considering. The horse's footprints lead directly to the center of the clearing, though vanishing on the bare dirt. Well, he still has a long way to go. With each step, it became more and more evident that he felt a deep, genuine weariness. It's cold; It drained all his strength, and carrying a demon child on his shoulders didn't help.

Nothing moved in the field except dancing shadows and low flames. There must be someone around looking after the fire, so where are they? It takes a group of people to drag wood day and night to keep the fire burning. Maybe they go together to collect more?

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Okles found what he thought was a good vantage point, leaned against a tree and looked at it for a while to see if there was anyone, or the horses the boys were riding. Soon, however, his eyelids drooped, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He cursed under his breath, clenched his spear, and stepped into the clearing, meeting the firelight.

As soon as he stepped onto the bare ground of the clearing, he found that the fire was burning hot, and it was so close that it almost provided a comforting warmth. They even keep the dirt melted and soft. The mild air did not alleviate his fatigue, and he soon noticed that the child sleeping on his shoulder was much heavier than before. The ground seemed warm enough that the barefoot boy could at least walk on it for a while so it would be easier for them to keep a low profile.

He gently put Sef's feet on the ground and woke him up. However, when Sev woke up and saw where he was, he hugged Anchors' leg tightly and gritted his teeth and sobbed. It happened so quickly that Androx didn't have time to react.

"Shhhh Seif, what's wrong? You gotta shut up! Androcs hissed as he looked around more closely to see if anyone would jump out from behind the altar and shoot them with arrows.

Sev tried to take a deep breath before he could speak, and then said in a touching, pitiful voice, "Please don't put me back, Master Andovis. I'm sowwy!" He gripped Anchors' woollen trouser leg tighter and tighter, as if his life depended on it.

"What?"

He was almost crying, and he cried out, "Please don't put me back." Come on! I'm sowwy!" Then, crying, the boy tried to climb back and sat on Andrekles' shoulder. When he couldn't, he protested: "I know you like me!"

"What are you talking about?" I'm not going to leave you here, or anywhere. But if you don't stop making noise, I'm going to hit you, so shut up!"

The boy suddenly held his breath and tried to quiet himself, but he trembled, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping down his chest. Every breath of the little devil was sharp, accompanied by a slight whimper. Androxes frowned, knelt down, then hugged the boy and patted him on the back, trying to calm him down.

"I'm fine, Mr. Andox. After a while, the boy whispered. "Please don't put me back in the coffin again."

"What a good boy." Anjex replied calmly. For so long, so noisy, nothing moved except shadows and flames. Is there really no one around? Where have they gone? He took the little devil's hand, crouched down, and walked between the fires. The dirt wasn't too soft, but it left traces of horses' hooves, and the glow from the fire was just enough for Androcles to look closer, and he could see the footprints. He noticed that the ice on the tip of his beard was melting, and for the thousandth time he remembered how much he missed the glorious weather.

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