Deanna stood at the edge of the village, where dirt met snow and bushes, gazing worriedly at the northern horizon. The whole tribe fell silent, and despite the confusion and the appearance of the gods the previous hour, they all listened and wondered what the drum was about.

Only the pepper is moving. The kitten was overjoyed to find the morning star flying in the same direction. He jumped and cried out, filled with desperate joy, and Deanna's heart was broken for him. “Wolfsca

! Wolfsca

He kept shouting.

Before the fairy arrived, he couldn't stand the excitement. The poor boy was emotionally out of control and he began to cry openly, looking very embarrassed but unable to stop. “Wolfsca

He shouted desperately, waving his arms.

As expected, the fairy flew in as fast as she could, faster than the eagle. He slowed down as hard as he could, but slammed into Pepper's bare chest. Pepper shouted happily in her sobs, then struggled to breathe. He hugged the flying boy tightly, and Deanna began to wonder if she should intervene. Wolf sca

Do you breathe? When he sat between her breasts, she didn't notice, didn't even think about it. Of course, he did. Something to breathe.

Deanna felt a breeze blow by, and looked down to see Shakes speeding past her. He jumped right on top of Pepper and knocked him to the ground, turning Pepper's crying into laughter, and Deanna suddenly wondered if he was doing both at the same time. Two little boys are rolling around in the mud and take turns kissing the wolf sca

The top of his head, holding him tightly in his hands.

She saw a patch of blood. "Hey, Pepper, don't do that!" Get up, you're going to remove the stitches! Chili!"

Deanna quickly walked over and grabbed him by the armpit and pulled him up, frowning as she looked at his shoulder-to-shoulder wounds. He tore it open a little and started dripping. "Stand up, you two!" Well, stay here. I'll get some water right away. We'll have to wash it off, and there may be a couple of places that need to be re-sewn. Hello, wolf sca

。 Nice to see you. Can you keep them out of trouble for a while?"

"Hello, Dya

The little blue boy screamed with joy. "Why isn't Pepper wearing a shirt?" It is cool. ”

"I'll tell you right away." Deanna left them and went to find a jar full of water. The first tent she had tried was good, so she grabbed it and headed for the cold creek that flowed east along the tent village. On the way, the sound of the drum echoed across the ground, filling her bones instead of her ears. She realized that the rhythm was too long. It was a long stride, well over her legs. What the hell is this?" I want you to get them out of there. Is "that" just one thing? She has an army, but ......

A chill hit her body, and it had nothing to do with the warm early spring breeze that was beginning to blow. She hurried to the creek, filled the jar, and ran back to find that most of the Nightmen had turned their attention to the wolf sca

, it flew around a foot above everyone's heads, looked at everyone, waved to some people, especially the children. He tried to talk to the two little girls Deanna didn't know, and when they didn't answer, he shrugged and continued walking.

She found him where she had left the old man and asked, "Natak, do you still have that needle with you?"

"Where am I supposed to put it from then until now, girl?"

"It's a yes or no question, you old goat. Come over and see if Pepper's stitches need to be repaired. ”

"I'm sure they will."

"Then fix them. We need to talk. ”

"Are you in charge now, girl?" The old demon said, his watery eyes staring at her more resentment than a challenge.

"Are you? She took a sip. The emptiness in his eyes annoyed her. He is supposed to be the father of the tribe and should play this role.

He stared at her, a subtle array of emotion flashing through his eyes. Resign. Confusion. Wrath. How much of it, she wondered, was real? She felt like she barely knew him. She thought he had once been a stern, attentive, considerate old man who now seemed to be completely gone. Is that really Natuk? Or is this person real? Just a tired old man who has lost himself and his people. Frankly, she doesn't care. He wasn't her friend.

However, there must have been a little pity in her heart, for she found herself saying, "God has just promised to make you His people." He said to go to his priestess. This means that you and your tribe have tasks to do. Do the Nightmen still have Elders, or are you just an old steer?"

The wolf scar suddenly appeared a foot away from her ear and said, "Are you from Passos?" They're Passos's, Deanna? Why doesn't Pepper have a shirt? What happened to his back? Who killed those people? Did you quarrel with them? God is here, isn't he? He left a lot of ...... stuff, so I know he is. ”

"I'm busy right now, so Natak will answer all your questions. You know him, right? Have you seen it?"

Wolf sca

Turning his gaze to the old man, he seemed to be looking at him. "We've met." He said angrily.

It seems that the wolf sca

Neither Natuak nor Natuak wanted to talk about it. Maybe she should stay and listen, just for fun. In the best case, with the wolf sca

The conversation is also a mess, but when it comes to explaining something complicated to him, you try to use diplomacy? If Natak can do that, he is still worthy of the elders.

"Good," she said. Natak was going to stitch Pepper. I brought him some fresh water to drink. Then he will explain everything that happened. ”

"Okay. Diana, guess what? Daddy came over to pick up Pepper. And Mom, Gabi, Ash, and Bobby. You haven't seen them yet. Ash and Bobby. But they are Gabi's because she is a princess. ”

It's good to know that. He's really coming. She'd have to decide quickly if she wants to stay here when Andrx arrives, but not yet. Instead of getting caught up in a hopeless conversation about time and distance, she shifted the subject. "Wolf sca

Can I ask you one thing?"

"What?"

"What's making the drums?" You're flying over it, right? Do you see what's going on? Patos wants me to save the Nightmen, whatever it is. ”

"Oh... Oh. It's ......," he quieted and listened. "Can you hear me?" Can you see them? Deanna, do you see something, something real? No, I mean, wait. Have you ever seen an ogre or something? Or is it a monster?"

"No, but just before you came, the tribe was attacked by evil spirits. I think Patos must have sent them away. ”

"Oh, oh, oh, no, they're still here. They must be quiet now. Except for Pepper's one. But that one, I think it's good. He wore the same clothes as his father's family. I don't mean them. I mean the things that touch you. The real thing. Did you see that?" The little fairy seemed to be getting more and more excited, and more and more concerned about every word. He fidgeted nervously and swayed in the air.

"Nope. Elders?"

Natak shook his head. "I don't understand what you mean, little wolf sca

, but I think if I saw something like this, I would. I have neither seen nor heard of it. ”

"Well, that's good, because the king sent all bad things. He used up a lot of stuff, well, it doesn't matter. But he made a lot of, well, touchable things, and then let them kill people. I think he sent those quiet souls because some of his faces were here. But if they come, you'll have to fight them, okay, Deanna?"

She didn't know what he meant, of course, but she was always ready to fight. "I can do it. What a sound is that, wolf sca

That's what I'm worried about. ”

The fairy lay there silently, pensive, with a look of fear on her face. "This is a very big problem. It's too big. It's too big. But they're not the kind you should be able to see. So you shouldn't be able to hear it. The king must have asked him to come, because I greeted him and he didn't even say hello back! Can you believe that? I even felt like I knew him, since I was old. He should know who I am! Everyone else remembers, even if I forget. But he's ......"

Deanna asked, "What is he?"

Wolf sca

There was silence again, his eyes getting bigger and bigger the more he thought about it. He muttered to himself, his lips moving, and he tucked a fingertip into his front teeth to chew. He turned to Natuk and said, "Are you the father of the people?" Are you responsible? I think everyone should leave before he comes. ”

Natuk looked at the flying boy, staring at him carefully with the heavyness and seriousness characteristic of an old man. "How much time do we have?"

Wolf Scar thought for a moment, then reached out and measured about two inches with both hands. "So far."

Wait, he's...? Deanna took a closer look, and sure enough, wolf sca

's left hand was missing and severed from the wrist. Terror stole all her thoughts. Her heart pounded suddenly, and she could barely speak. "Wolf sca

What's wrong with your hand?" She said angrily.

The fairy turned to her, then raised his wrist to look. "Oh, this? It's coming back soon. It will soon be back to normal. Don't worry, Deanna. ”

Pepper walked up to her and looked at her as well. "Wolf sca

What's going on?" Did you fight?" He reached out, then put it down again, as if he was worried about running into the wolf sca

will hurt him further. He even put his ears to his head, poor fellow.

"I just said it!" Don't ask me again! Look no further! Wolf sca

As he spoke, he hid the stump in his armpits and frowned.

She looked away, motionless, trying to make herself look less guilty. Deanna didn't know what was going on.

Unless...... Her teeth were too sharp, and the last time she saw the wolf scar, his cry of pain made her heart unbearable. After that, poor Xie Si miraculously recovered. He might... No, that's impossible.

Is that really the case? No, it's too scary to imagine. Cute little Shakes bites off the wolf sca

hand? But then, wolf sca

Seeing things that others can't. That's what he just said - the souls of the dead, and something more mysterious. So could Shes, his eyes shining as brightly as wolf scars.

Ah, ghosts, how terrible! As much as she tried not to think about it, she imagined it, and then couldn't erase the image from her mind. It made her feel sick.

However, if it was a voluntary sacrifice, it was still worth it. It must be so, otherwise the wolf sca

I wouldn't have been so happy to see him. And her promise never to mention it. What a noble little thing, that lovely fairy! No wonder everyone loves him.

"Wolf sca

Quick, how long is this, not the distance?" Natuk asked, his fingers crossed and Wolf's sca

Demonstration fingers as long.

Pepper smiled sheepishly and said, "He doesn't know how to tell you." He always did this to his father. But if we can hear it, it might be nearby, right?"

Natuak sighed. His shoulders drooped tiredly, and the dark blue skin on his face seemed to droop with age. Even the tips of his ears were a little wilted. He didn't say anything more to them, turned around and began to pass the word for everyone to go and pack their things, they seemed hesitant and Deanna couldn't blame them.

Her tribe migrates twice a year, each time a daunting task. Of course, it was the worst part of her childhood, until the day the army came to capture them. There are so many things! Things you never thought of, like shovels in toilets, pegs in tents, broken fishing nets waiting to be repaired, everything had to be packed and taken away, either beasts or people, and then you had to walk so many ways and carry so many things! She hated it.

She doesn't want to help them now. It's all theirs, not hers. "Natuk, come back and stitch Pepper, don't forget." She shouted at him. He gave him one last pleading glance, and when he was satisfied, he returned. "I'm going to see what that sounds are, and the wolf sca

Why so nervous. God wants me to stop it, whatever it is. Wolf sca

Can you accompany Pepper? He's had a rough morning this morning. He might also need a kiss. ”

Pepper fell to his knees, his face tense as he saw it was about to be his turn, indicating that he was glad to be poked again. Sheila sat in front of him, holding his hand, wolf sca

Leaning on Sheila's head. Natuk began to wash the stitches with the water that Deanna had brought, and it seemed that the Nightmen were getting more serious about packing up.

So be it. It's time to go and fight the big monster of Wolf Scar. As she turned to leave, Pepper shouted, "Come back safely, Deanna." His voice sounded faint and uncertain, and she knew it was because he was still hesitant about her.

A small feeling of guilt welled up in her heart, and she turned around, walked straight over, and kissed his bloody hair between his ears. "I will. And the wolf sca

Don't let Peppe

Cause trouble, okay?"

"Okay, Dya

a。 Where are you going? The little fairy said.

"Patos wants me to stop that thing you see, big guy. I'll be right back," she said.

"Oh. Well, that's a bad idea. I don't think you can stop him. You should run away. "Wolf sca

Say. "Goodbye!"

Thank you, you little mouse, she thought. She turned away again, this time she left at full speed, her legs exerting force, and she took a dozen steps forward in the first step. She heard a few very satisfied gasps behind her, and then walked away. She ran out of the village, not knowing how many things were still on it when she returned.

She ran north, running so fast that it was hard to keep her eyes open in the wind. As she flies over trees or rocks, climbs up and down slopes, and crosses bushes, each step goes in a slightly different direction. It took all her energy, but she always loved it. As far as she knew, she was the only one in the world who could do that. The father said that in addition to him, there were several disciples of the great old sage, but she had never heard any rumors, and he was dead. She's probably the last.

The woods suddenly opened up and turned into a dusty meadow with poor soil and overgrown with weeds. Her brain tried to process what her eyes were telling her, and she jerked to a halt. What started as a vague impression slowly turned into a detail.

He's gone too far. Enormous. A moving mountain. He must have been two miles away, but she already knew she could only reach his ankle. He walked slowly up the hill in her direction, taking a dozen steps at each step. The dense trees and the slopes of the terrain hid him until this moment, but he could no longer hide.

Unkempt, black, filthy hair covered most of him, almost thick enough to hide his brownish-gray skin. He was naked; If he is of normal size, he looks like a dirty cave hermit. His eyes shone from his unkempt black hair, hot from the sun, and she wondered if it was her own imagination. He walked and walked, with a layer of mist or smoke behind him, swirling in the wind created as he moved.

A mountain has risen. A person, three times taller than the tallest tree. Deanna was dumbfounded, frozen in place. Her brain kept telling her it was just a shadow, or something closer. She had to look at him seriously to see anything, and even then, her eyes would be focused and blurred at times.

Stop that thing?! She thought. God must be insane. No matter how tough her skin was under the blades and punches and kicks, she couldn't have been trampled to death by a million kilograms of sand. Ten million years. How can you kill something like that? Or stop it?

She took a step forward, not knowing why or what to do. But she had to stop him. A giant greater than the story of a great soul in the depths. She took another step, feeling her muscles tremble with fear. She realized that she was too afraid of him to think about it at all; Only her body, it knows.

He stopped, and his rumbling footsteps no longer rumbled on the ground. He raised his nose and carefully sniffed the wind from several directions, turning his body as he turned. Deanna couldn't see his feet, but she was sure he had left footprints larger and perhaps deeper than a cow trough. If something like him exists, why aren't there footprints everywhere?

The giant smelled what he was looking for in the wind, and jerked his head in the direction of the Nightman village and Deanna. He sniffed it once, and twice more, and a big smile appeared on his bearded dirty face. His teeth were so dark that Deanna couldn't tell them from his gums, at least from this distance.

He began to walk again, with longer, faster steps, a more purposeful and directional gait. When he passed a tree, an old, sturdy tree with light gray bark, he effortlessly pulled it off the ground with one hand. As he walked, he peeled off the branches to make a stick.

Just a few miles, at that speed, that means a few minutes. In a few minutes he will be there. Deanna's heart was pounding, and she tied the cloth to her chest just because it felt like it might fall off. Her hands trembled, and her stiff fingers couldn't even grasp such a large, rough knot.

"He's got a tree, Deanna. What are you going to use? A child's voice whispered in her ear. She screamed, struggled to turn, wondering who was there, and almost fell to the ground, but there was no one. It scared her to tears, but it had to be...... That had to be Patos. She thought she could almost hear him laughing at her, but when she looked closely, it was a flock of birds in the distance.

No wonder Andoros called the gods bastards, she thought. But she suddenly had an idea, and she quickly wanted to figure out how big this giant really was compared to her. Measuring with her fingers, if she were close to his ankle, then her arm would be so long, which means...... This meant that it was difficult for her to reach his brain through his nose or eyes, and it was impossible for her to attack his heart or lungs.

She needed a weapon to blow up the god who scared her. It must be short enough to carry a strap over her shoulders or tie it to her back with her chest cloth. She needed to climb high enough with her hands free to wreak havoc. A short spear or a short sword will do. While she was there, the Nightlings really, really needed to get out of there.

It feels much faster to run back than to run out. She could feel him behind her, as if he was breathing just a few paces behind her. Even though she was running so fast that she could only hear the sound of the wind, she felt his footsteps whizzing from the ground, shaking her bones. Or maybe she imagined it; She couldn't tell.

To her credit, the Nightmen had led their horses into the camp, pulling out more carts than she could remember. Everyone went out, was busy, and walked faster than usual. Some of the tents have been dismantled, and the area is starting to feel abandoned, even though everyone is still here.

She walked through the village at a normal pace, lest she see knee-high water that stopped and crushed her like a boulder. She found Natuk where she had left him, who was stitching Pepper. Wolf Scar sat on the boy's head, grabbed his ears, and whispered to Pepper in pain.

"Elder! She shouted breathlessly. She put her hands on her knees, even though she shouldn't waste time resting. But she can relax for a moment until the fear takes control, squeezing her mind and chest to relax. She stood up again, gasped and said, "I need a sword or a short spear!"

It took him a while to react. He only looked at her for a moment, then hung the needle on a thread that Pepper had cut and asked, "How long will it take you?"

"Only three or four feet. Long. Her sense of haste faded into the corners of her vision, narrowing her gaze. Her heart was pounding.

Natuk looked around half-heartedly, not seeing anything at hand. He turned back to where Pepper had stitched and said, "There's a lot of spears here. Go find one and bring it to me. ”

Of course she was right, she thought to herself. She ran around in a nearby tent, looking for anything that could be used as a spear. She kept finding piles of tent poles that were as long and thin as spears. They distracted her and kept her from looking. They got in her way! God, why does everyone take these...! Ah, there's one.

She snatched it up and retrieved the Natuk, a long spear with a slender metal tip tied with wounded leather. "I found one," she declared.

The elder let the needle hang there a second time, removed the knife from his belt, the same one he had used to kill Farat, and quickly cut the hilt in half. He handed it to her and said, "Anything else?"

It took her a moment to realize what she had just seen. Did he just cut the handle of the spear in half with a knife? Suddenly? He must be stronger than he looks. Much stronger. How strange.

"Deanna, is there anything else?" He asked again, his voice still flat and emotionless.

"I'm sorry, I ...... Yes. "You don't have time to pack everything. Do you have, oh, maybe 20 minutes? Maybe a little longer? I'll try to slow it down, um, I'll try to kill it, but if it comes, a lot of people will die. Wolf sca

Can you lure them away?" Ghost, is she talking nonsense? She couldn't control her tongue.

Wolf Scar stood up and spun around on Pepper's head. He said, "Oh well, Deanna, I don't think you should fight him." He's not, he's, he's too big. That spear wasn't long enough. ”

"Can you lure them away?" She asked the fairy.

"Yes."

"Good. done. Deanna barely managed to squeeze out a smile she didn't feel, just to appear less aggressive. She tucked the spear into her back, hoping that her chest cloth would hold it in place as she ran, climbed, and fought. It slipped out and she nearly kicked it away, trying to stop it with her feet.

It was at that moment that she realized how scared she was. Really, really scared the bones. Fear clouded her mind; She barely managed to bring the giant back into her memory, and her mind began to waver, and she tried to look away. Her legs felt like two bags of water. Her torso was curled up in a ball, full of snakes, squeezing around, sliding around, stealing her breath.

Without saying a word, Natak picked up the spear, untied the cloth on his chest, and tied the spear in the middle of the knot. It only took him a moment. The hands of this ancient demon are as strong as those who mend the nets. It made her feel vulnerable and helpless, like a soggy chick just bursting out of its shell. Her tribe had never covered their chests, whether it was men or women, why should they? But the Nightmen would, and if she was naked, they would feel uneasy, which made her feel embarrassed.

The fear in her heart did not overwhelm everything, but only aggravated her emotions. Her face flushed with shame from the brief exposure, and his rough, knotty old hands caressed the skin of her back. It seemed like she would rather do, think, and feel anything than do what she had to do. What happened.

Natak said, "It should be able to hold up." He knelt down again and continued to stitch up Pepper's last few stitches.

Everyone was silent for a while. Deanna couldn't move.

"I'm scared," she whispered. Fear raced over her, shaking her like thunder. Her hands wanted to tremble. She clenched her fists.

Natak did not respond. He has work to do. It makes a lot of sense. Still, it infuriated her. Replace fear with anger. But it didn't last long.

She heard the screams and turned around. The giant's unkempt hair had just peeked out from the lowest part of the treeline, and the Nightmen had spotted it. She was sure they didn't know what it was; All they knew was that something huge was coming, and she was supposed to fight it. Everyone could hear, no, feel, its footsteps echoing in their bones like God's greatest drum.

The giant is still far away, about a mile, right? Something like that? Deanna tries to get her feet moving, leading her to the battle and her fate.

Natak continued to stitch up Pepper's last few stitches, neither caring nor noticing. Pepper's ears twitched impatiently, and he even forgot to hiss in the sting of the last few stitches, but soon the stitches were patched, or at least now they're done. Deanna still didn't move.

The giant jumped. She didn't look at him, but she heard footsteps pause, followed by a loud crash. She turned, as he did again, and jumped up to see better. His eyes found the camp. Everyone saw their own destiny. They froze. Many screams.

When Natuk finished speaking, Pepper stood up and stood beside her, shirtless and bleeding. He said, "I'll come, Deanna." I can beat it. ”

She looked down at him. The skinny shoulders of the dark-haired cat boy are set against the horizon. He stood tall, his tail calmly resting behind him.

Most of all, Deanna was outraged by it. After seeing him show the courage she lacked, perhaps she should be ashamed. Maybe she was encouraged, but she didn't. It made her so angry that she couldn't even explain why. She almost stomped her feet in anger, and worst of all, she knew he was just doing that cute, brave little boy, and he always was. He didn't mean to offend her, so she couldn't yell at him. What would she say?

She's stupid again. She wanted to find something else to think about, not to think that the giant was approaching her with every step. She took a deep breath to calm herself. When she was confident that she could control the unhealthy emotions in her voice, she said, "You're not going to do that, you stupid kitten." What are you going to do, poke its toes with a stick?"

"I can start from ...... Get the horn back from Koma. Pepper said, flicking her tail in annoyance. He acted like she was ruining his chances of showing good character.

Well, she's a little. "I know you're going to try, Pepper. You are a brave little boy. ”

"I just want to be my father's son."

"It's not something you have to work on, Pepper. You are either you or you are not, he says you are, that's all. He doesn't always think about whether he still wants you, does he? Wolf sca

, A

d

What okles say about finding Peppe

Target? What?"

The little blue boy stood on Pepper's head and looked up at her. He thought for a moment, then said, "Daddy always says he's coming to pick him up." He asked me to keep looking for him every time. He told Hana and Mom many times that we were going to pick him up. ”

Pepper was a little annoyed and said, "I know, Deanna. You don't have to explain it to me. I'm just talking. ”

She almost burst out laughing when she heard this. Pepper must have thought she had grown up. How old is he, ten years old? Is he ten years old? However, he is physically and mentally strong. A

d

Okles found a good one. No wonder the big brute wanted to keep him.

Deanna said, "Of course, Pepper. A

d

Once Okles knows what you're doing, he'll be more proud of you than you think. It's my "just talking", so shut up. But it's time for someone to protect you, don't you think? So stay here and let me come. She took the wolf scar away from Pepper's head, kissed it between the two little boys' pointed ears, and put him back.

That's it. She must now resist. Her fear didn't lessen, not even less, but since then, she has never flinched.

She ran away, leaving the panicked Nightfolk behind and rushing at full speed towards the giant.

Deanna knew she should plan it well, because all she could think of so far was to "climb on him and poke wherever it hurts", but all she could think about was the people behind her—Sephie, Pepper, all the night walkers. If giants pass by her, there is no hope for them. She doubted that any of them would be able to run through the village in two or three steps.

She heard the crackling of the trees, even drowning out the wind whistling in her ears, and she knew she was close. A roar of splinters and broken wood swept over her vision, and she slipped to the ground. The giant brandished his club, smashing his way as he went. She was less than ten paces away from his left foot.

It's just that his big toe is too big for her to see. The tallest pine grows only half of his thigh. His feet are bigger than a house, and his legs are thicker than a rice mill. His body obscured the sky, obscuring the sun like a storm cloud. She could barely see him from below, he turned into an endless wall, rough gray-brown skin and black hair, each strand a little longer than her arm, as thick as a finger.

If she doesn't move now, she never will. Deanna ripped the spear off her back, and the cloth followed suit. Natak tied them too tightly. Not having time to re-tie it, she tossed the cloth aside, hoping that she wouldn't find out she needed it halfway through the giant.

Then she jumped onto his feet and plunged the tip of her spear deep into the tender skin between his toes.

The giant's howl, the voice was so deep that she couldn't feel it, she couldn't hear it. It was not so much a shout as a rumbling thunder, but it was so loud that it shook the air in her lungs. Both of her eardrums were ruptured. With the loss of her hearing, the world faded away.

Before Deanna could recover from the sharp pain in her ear, the giant lifted his foot and shook her off. She jumped on his calf and grabbed him by the hair, which felt more like greasy bark than rope. When the giant's leg began to tremble, it was much more violent than she expected, pulling her dozens of feet in all directions each time. Every time he changed direction, her feet flew wildly through the air, and she could barely catch her, but he gave up before she could let go.

She only ran behind his calves for a moment before she was crushed by his hand. The force of its impact shook the leaves of nearby trees. Even though the giant's legs were blocked, its force slammed into her, making her feel as if she had fallen on her back. But she was safe.

Deanna is still alive. She bled first and endured two of his attacks. The giant may have been so big that she could barely believe he was a living thing, but she survived. She can do that.

The warmth of newfound courage flowed into her veins, beginning to replace cold fear. She began to climb on the giant's hind legs, and sped up like a monkey chased by a tiger into a tree. This is not an easy task; The giant's knees were about fifty feet off the ground, and she hadn't reached it yet.

The smell of salt and earth filled her nostrils. She felt her body slippery with the oil on his skin, and she struggled to grab him.

He hit her two more times, and each time she turned to the other side of his leg in time. Only his massive body saved her; His slap was going to be a long distance, so no matter how strong he was, he couldn't swing fast enough to catch her.

She walked up ten feet, then twenty feet. He gave up hitting her, just trying to catch her. She supported herself with one hand and all her toes, stabbing her spear into the center of his palm. The skin on his hand was thick and rough, and she barely punctured it, but it was enough to make him tremble, like he had been stung by a bee.

The rumbling in her bones told him that he was howling again, but she didn't hear anything. Hearing this, her heart trembled a little, but she dismissed the thought. She didn't dare to think that she would be deaf forever, not now, not here.

A burst of rage stabbed the tip of the spear into the skin of the upper part of his calf again and again. Let him worry! What happened when he came to destroy Sephie's camp? What is there about God to call her to fight herself?! Giants are what God deals with, not young women. Unwise! Stab! Fried stuff! Stab!

Deanna began to move faster, she inserted the spear and used it to pull herself up until she realized that if she lost the spear, she would not be able to kill this god-cursed thing. The giant might slam her with a spear, so that the battle is over.

She should have tied it to her back, because now she had to bite it and climb up, which made her taste the oily dirt left on her hands.

The giant tried to kick her with his other foot, then spun around and hit her a few more times, crushing the tree to pieces.

Each time she climbed higher. She lowered her head as she walked behind his knees. This is a mistake. The ground beneath her feet was out of reach. She has never had such a high status in her life. People shouldn't be looking at things from such a high perspective. Thankfully, though, he had largely stopped moving forward. It makes sense.

She turned her attention back to the giant. It's been a long time since the fight, and she's gradually calming down. She has lost some strength in her arms, although she can run dozens of miles without any problems.

Deanna thrust her spear into the bulge in the tendon behind his knee, and she felt her bones tremble. He must have been howling, but she couldn't hear it. She jerked back and forth, then pulled it out, then tucked it in again.

The giant lifted her leg and tried to sandwich her between her calf and thigh, but she turned around and stuck the spear where she needed to hold it. She escaped just in time, but the giant's hand was dangling at her, and she had nowhere to run.

With a split second decision, she jumped off the giant's knee with all her might, aiming for the giant's hand. She plunged her spear into the flesh where his thumb and wrist met, pushing herself aside with all her might, nearly crushing to death.

The giant instinctively tried to shake her off his arm, but somehow, the spear remained in his arm.

The giant raised his arms to his face, wanting to glance at her, and pulled her through the clearing of more than a hundred feet. It all came so quickly, so suddenly, that it drained all the blood from her head, and made her dizzy for a moment, and she gasped desperately to keep herself from vomiting. She knew that if things hadn't gone too fast, she would have been unconscious with fright. She could already feel her brain planning the nightmares she was about to have.

But she finally saw him clearly. Unkempt, dirty hair clung to his forehead and dangled before his eyes, and his gray beard obscured most of his face. Every crease in his skin was covered with dust and grime. His red eyes are sunken deep and surrounded by dark skin, making them look small and mean, even though they are as big as her. His dirty, yellow teeth were as long as her legs and wider than her shoulders.

For a moment, their eyes met, and neither of them moved. Then he opened his mouth again and screamed silently, as if he had hit her all over, almost knocking her off where she was crouched on his wrist.

Deanna jerked out her spear and lunged frantically at his face, hoping to grab him by the hair or beard, and then strike at his eyes. The giant leaned back, startled, she missed. Her heart stopped.

Thankfully, she wasn't able to fall from a height of several hundred feet. The tip of the spear once stabbed into his collarbone, slowing her down enough for her to grab the thicker hairs on his chest.

She ran up again, but nothing progressed, she got entangled and stuck. She could now smell his body odor, as well as dirt, salt, dirt, hair...... Her disgust was so strong that she couldn't move.

The giant's hand pressed hard against her, overwhelming her breathlessly. As he removed his palms, fingers twice her height wrapped tightly around her.

Before he could clench his fists, she propped up the spear in both hands, her toes slid from his, and she jerked against his chest, stabbing at a fleshy finger. She jerked it out and stabbed it again, at which point he pulled his hand back in frustration.

She couldn't hurt him like that, absolutely not, and once he realized it, she was dead. But what else can she do but play the stubborn Wasp?

The giant slid his hand over his chest again, trying to pry her away. She rolled twice under the edge of his palm, but she still clung to his curly hair. It kneaded her entrails like bread, and the pressure should have killed her. It was only her father's years of brutal training that made her bones strong and not shattered. If it happened again, she doubted she would be able to keep going.

The battle was almost over, and she was about to lose. Deanna looked around in a panic, looking for a chance to end it before she was beaten to pieces. She doubted that she could get deep into his neck and make him bleed to death, and his heart was simply impossible. His skin was at least a foot thick. His eyes seemed to be incredibly tall than hers.

The giant flicked her with his fingers like a child teasing a beetle. His fingertips slashed across her body from knees to chest, nearly shattering her. She didn't know how she had grabbed his chest hair.

He flicked her again. Her bones creaked, and this time she couldn't hold on. His disgusting, greasy hair slipped from her fingers. After a heartbeat, she flew into the air, with nowhere to catch.

She fluttered her wings in the open space. The spear drifted away from her, out of her reach. She had plenty of time to scream and inhale again before she hit the ground.

Deanna didn't feel the blow. After a while, she woke up, but not all at once; Her mind floated on the white sea of emptiness, aware, but not of anything.

After a moment of calm, the memory struck her like the ground. There's a giant there, and he's coming to trample the Nightmen. Get up, Deanna! Wait, I'm alive! How do I live?

She struggled to wake up, an electric panic beating back and forth through her nerves. She fell, so far that it almost killed her. She was convinced that she had fallen deeper than anyone else in the world. I'm alive. Well, how much of my body is bad? Elves, I've got to get up!

She dreamed that she opened her eyes and saw a red, smoky sky, which was not right. She immediately realized that it was fake, and worked harder to wake up on the rest of the way. Reality comes rushing in like waves washing over footprints on the beach, washing away dreams.

Deanna opened her eyes, and a slight headache and nausea hit her. It must have been too deep in the sun. Oh, elves, it's unpleasant. She looked up and saw that they were intact. Her arms moved. She was lying flat.

Get up, Deanna. Get up and fight. Everything was silent because she was still deaf, not because it was all over. She had to stand up. The Nightmen are being destroyed. The giants approached them.

She lifted her knees. Both of her legs moved. She rolled over and over again. She pushed herself to her feet, and was finally able to move again. She got up and tried to run, but immediately tripped and fell face down. Dizzy. She was still dizzy. She could feel unconscious fingertips brushing over her, wondering if there was anything worth buying. No! Come on, silly girl, go!

Deanna realizes that no matter how she feels, she hasn't slept for long. The giant was only twenty paces or so away from her, but it was enough distance to reach the tribe. She watched as he lifted his feet to the side and swept across the ground like a child clearing a crab in a path. She couldn't see what he was fighting from here, and she didn't want to know. She was glad she hadn't heard the screams.

She looked around for spears. It's right there, and it's good. She picked it up, or rather, she tried. Her fingers fumbled to get it off, so she tried again and got it off a second time. Her feet kept trying to run in front of her hand and didn't give her enough time to grab it. She had to force herself to stop, pick it up, and feel like a complete idiot.

Deanna returned to the village almost immediately and found the disaster. The tribe scattered and fled too slowly, and there were probably two dozen people under the giant's command who could not escape. He lifted one foot and stomped it directly, and the Nightmen twisted into a ball, with long black tails, desperately clutching each other, trying to get out from under him. She screamed and rushed in, without any plan and just trying to hurt him by any means.

The giant's feet stomped heavily on the ground, and the earth rolled up like seawater. It stole her feet from under her, but it didn't take long. She ran to him.

He lifted his foot to see what he was stepping on, and thanked Patos that there was no one under his feet.

There are a lot of people around. Too many people watched, screaming silently with their mouths open. Others scrambled to flee, scrambling to cling to the last few items with their hands and salvage as best they could. A man rushes into the crowd blocked in a corner by the giant and tries to pick up a woman from the ground because she is too slow to get up. They screamed at each other so loudly that Deanna couldn't hear them.

The giant's trunk stick fell with a thud, head forward, and only the faintest miracle could push them away in time. He lifted it, thud, thud, thump, thump, th They didn't even have time to get up and run away, but they survived. They only need to roll a few feet to dodge.

Deanna felt the waves in the air shake her lungs, and she looked up to see the giant laughing, as high as a mountain.

What now? Should she climb up again? It would take a long time, and she was nothing more than a nuisance until she could hold his eyes, and if she could pierce his skin with a spear, she might be able to hold his egg sack. But she couldn't stop him in time now, and now was exactly what she needed. She had to take him down.

Deanna grabbed the spear with both hands and stabbed it into the ditch under the toenail of the giant's little finger. This stopped him from harassing the couple.

Before she could see his reaction, she ran to the giant's other foot and stood under his ankle. She slammed her fist into the tip of the bone behind her shin. The skin there is thin, hard and free of fat. She punched again. Over and over. Through a foot of skin, she felt something disappear.

In the end, she must have caused pain to the giant because the giant fell. His body movements were the same as those of a normal body, which bothered her, and she couldn't explain the reason herself. He jumped away from her and nearly fell. He tried to regain his balance, and his feet rumbled to the ground, crushing the cart and the half-ruined tent fifty feet away from her.

Deanna ran to his ankle again, ready to punch him again. He wanted to move his foot away, but he was much slower than hers. She slammed her fist into the place, feeling something soften inside.

As soon as his foot was too high for her to reach, she ran to his other foot and hit his big toe joint with the same force. Her fist dug six inches into the hard, thin skin, and she felt her bones crack.

She glanced up at what the giant was doing, but couldn't see his face from that angle. She pounded the broken toe joint over and over again. Boulder-sized bones cracked under her knuckles.

The giant stepped on his injured ankle and walked away, stumbling again, shaking in pain. Thanks to the gods, he stumbled out of the camp. There was no one behind him, and she couldn't see it; But even if there were, what else could she do? A stubborn wasp, that's all. It doesn't make sense.

Deanna leaped to her feet, spun around, and pressed her calf against the giant's little thumb. She didn't feel any breaking sensation, but the giant must have been scared of her now, as he immediately stepped back, dodging her, trying to take care of the toe of one of her feet and the injured ankle of the other.

She lunged in again, and before she could hit anything, the giant pulled his foot out from under her. Just like that, she's chasing him.

He had only taken two steps forward before he stumbled backwards and fell on a large, old oak tree, which had died and was covered with vines. It smashed into his heel and shattered, but it was enough.

Just as the sky flattened and flattened the earth, the giant fell backwards. In order not to get hurt, he turned around halfway through the fall. He first injured his knee, then his thigh, hip and side, and finally his shoulder.

From here Deanna couldn't see if he had hit his head, but she wasted no time. She jumped very high, climbed up to his calf, and ran to his lap without stopping. She tried to reach his eyes, but the soles of his feet were unsteady, and his long, thick, greasy hair made it difficult for him to walk. She had barely reached the halfway point of his thigh, and marveled at how burly he was, when he began to sit up.

She was close enough to rush at his stomach and try to climb up again, but the thought of how high she had to climb to cause damage made her stay put. Deanna looked up to meet his gaze, but when he clapped her hands where she was standing, she had to jump away at full speed.

A wave of panic began to form in her throat. Before, he only grasped the trunk with one hand, but now that his hand was empty, how could she dodge it with both hands? Or stop him, let alone kill him?

He patted his thigh. The shockwave in his flesh stole her feet from underneath her, and she struggled to keep her balance, only to get tangled in his long, thick leg hair. That trip saved her, because his other hand slapped right where she would have been if she hadn't fallen.

Deanna squeezed forward and stood up. She sprinted sideways, jumping from his thigh to the ground, a terrible distance. It was the farthest she'd deliberately fallen, about thirty feet high, enough for her to regret before she hit the ground. Luckily, her posture was good, and she was standing curled up in a ball, uninjured, just a little shaky.

She turned around just in time to see his hand reaching out to her, and she jumped back, desperately aiming for the space between his fingers. She almost succeeded, but not quite yet. The skin of his fingers brushed against her forearm, almost separating it from her body. The concussive currents from the slap threw her back, her head down, and she narrowly missed a tree root.

She stood up, knowing she was in trouble. The muscles in her left arm were traumatized, probably torn, and she could no longer clench her fists. One of the bones may even be broken. In a few minutes, she might have a large purple bruise, ten inches long. Whether she was really injured or not, it's too early to tell. I hope not. But in addition to the injury, she has a bigger problem – her physical strength is declining.

As her body became more and more tired, making her blows more powerful, the vitality that made her skin become like iron also weakened. She was really tired. After training for so long, no amount of training could stop her from feeling the effects of her best effort, and even then, she relaxed all winter training.

The giant fell on all fours and crawled towards her. Their eyes met again, separated by a large empty space. To him, she was a bug he was hell-bent on smashing. There is no further understanding between them.

He began to slap the ground earnestly, running after her, but she avoided him. He walked so far, so fast, that she could jump away every time. His slap took her breath away, and she had to move with the wind or be thrown to her neck, and the impact itself threw piles of dirt, rock, and wood in all directions.

Deanna couldn't see much in the flying dirt and dust, and half the time she just avoided him because he couldn't see her either, and had to guess.

A wooden stick hit her shoulder, pierced an inch, and flew away again. It bleeds. She's running out of time. Now what! She screamed inwardly, searching for anything she could do to save her.

The giant paused to catch his breath and let the dust settle. She could see him gasping for air, seeing veins thicker than her torso beating with his heartbeat.

She had to run. Either so, or win right away. The third option is death. While the thought disgusted her, she could leave and leave all these people to their fate. Leave Shakes and his tribe, Pepper and his monster father, and live somewhere else. She has nothing to do with it here, and there is no reason to stay here other than favoritism and affection. She is cold to the Night People, as she is jealous that Sephie belongs to them, not her. She was cold to Pepper because she was ashamed of herself for leaving Androx and his family. She leaves Androx and his family behind to get them caught because... Because why? She didn't even know it, but since her tribe was slaughtered, they were among the first to show her warmth. And now, it doesn't seem like anyone really wants her around.

All hope for reconciliation rests in this struggle, and there is no hope for it. She knows it. She knew it from the beginning. Her fear was nothing but recognition of the truth. She needed to escape. God's lesson to her is that some mistakes are irreparable. There are tangled knots that can never be untied, and the only option is to ignore them, or cut them.

The giant seemed satisfied that he had finally caught his breath and continued his onslaught. Slap after slap to the ground. Bursts of air hit her like solid ground, which crashed against her, leaving blood and scars on the rocks and dirt.

Deanna's attention shifted to the dance, and she moved in time with a thunderous thud she felt but couldn't hear. Nothing but complete silence rested her heart in a strange silence in which the inevitability of defeat shone like a lamp.

But there is also wisdom there, deep in the contemplation of battle, waiting for her to be ready. She got to this point because she kept running away. Far from the land of her childhood, away from Androcles and his kind wife, away from everything in her heart, if not physically.

She was a seventeen-year-old adult woman; Although young, she still has a long way to go. It's only been a year since her tribe was slaughtered, and she's already lost. If she runs, where will she be in a year? Or ten years? If she is firmly on the wrong path now, she may never find the right path again.

She didn't want to be that kind of woman, the kind of woman who always ran away. It's not how she grew up, and it's not who she wants to be. Maybe...... What god could have been so clever as to realize this and try to save her? Why is he in such trouble?

The rhythm waned, and her musings paused. The giant slowed down, and so did she. They were both exhausted. He paused again to catch his breath, and she saw an opportunity. She ran fifty paces with ten leaping steps, kicking the first knuckle of a finger with all her strength. Her foot hit the bone hard, and while it didn't crack the bone, it was enough to injure someone.

The giant shook his hand away from her and shook it in the air, like an ordinary person stung by a bee. He screamed in pain, and she felt the air roar, but she wasted no time and ran to his other hand, which was still lying on the ground. She was about to take a kick, but he removed his hand. He lifted it up a hundred feet into the air and photographed it.

Deanna risked everything. In the split second before being hit, she jerked backwards 15 feet before turning sideways. His fingers landed on her sides, not touching her at all. The force of the air nearly knocked her unconscious, but she shook her head and punched her knuckles four times, before the giant's instinctive reaction to pain pulled his hand back.

Then she knew the answer. She would hurt him, hurt him, hurt him, and never stop. He would never be able to catch her. He will only suffer, pain and pain. She is a wasp, a curse on him by the gods in the underworld.

From an impossible distance, their eyes met again. This time she glared at him fiercely, then stepped forward. He might end up crushing her, but she has resentment, and he has pain.

"Bastard! She silently screamed at him. She kind of wondered what was going on with her voice now. "Let go of the goats and a bunch of elephant!" You leaky sloppy ghost! I'm going to hurt you!"

Deanna ran forward, waving her good fist. The giant stood up, just in time for her to kick his kneecap. She continued on her way, towards his toes, but an unbalanced and clumsy jump lifted his foot up in time. She turned and walked towards his other foot, and it turned into a game.

She chased his tender toes ferociously, and he could barely keep his balance as he tried to dance away from her. Every step of his hand hit her like silent thunder. The vibration of the air told her that he was shouting his displeasure, but she didn't relax.

The giant managed to dodge, but only due to his huge size. He took dozens of steps with each step and then ran backwards like a frightened dog. He loves his injured bones and walks awkwardly, but he can still move.

Frankly, it was good, because Deanna was exhausted and she wasn't sure if it would hurt if she kicked another toe if she caught up with him. She has nothing left but the strength of a healthy young woman, which will not impress him.

Thanks to the gods and a god, the giant finally realized that she meant it and turned and ran away. She chased after him, and he limped a full fifty paces and walked a gravel road nearly a mile long.

Something flashed in her eyes. She stopped abruptly and raised her arms to cover her face, not knowing what it was, but it was just wolf sca

。 The little fairy caught up with her and waved her hands to stop. His little mouth was moving, but she didn't know what he was talking about.

The giant's slanted, painful jogging turned into running. A moment later, he had walked a mile, then two miles, still towering above the landscape, like a pillar of the earth had broken.

It's over. She won. She stared inward, wondering how she would feel, but her spirit no longer had the energy to feel anything. Too much fear, too much attention, she was completely empty. The well was dry.

"Hi Wolfsca

。 I won," she said, or perhaps harshly. She couldn't hear it, but her throat felt rough. "I can't hear what you're saying. Both of my eardrums were broken. Maybe in a few days. Do you mind if I sit for a while?"

The fairy's mouth did not move, and he watched as she fell to the ground with a thud. She wanted to sit, but found herself lying down. Wolf Scar sat on her sternum and waited, fidgeting like a little boy.

Life began to rush to her, but not energy. Her limbs were lifeless, like lead, and her entrails were swirling in a pot. But somehow, she felt a little lighter. Gratuitous. No, it's not like that. She felt relieved. Relief, there is hope.

It didn't take long for the wolf sca

She got tired of it and said something to her that she didn't understand. She stayed there to rest, not ready to move, and felt comfortable staying here.

She closed her eyes, but before she could count to ten, someone shook her shoulder. She opened her eyes to find Pepper kneeling beside her, her face red and sweating from exertion. He held a demon's horn in one hand, as if it would do him some good.

"Oh, hi, Pepper. I wonder why he is running. He must have seen you coming," she said, trying to squeeze a smile out.

He smiled insincerely, nervously. He said something she couldn't hear.

"I'm fine. Help me up. Let's go back. ”

She asked Pepper to help her get up, then let him take her hand and walk all the way back to the rest of the camp.