I snorted angrily, took the flask from my shoulder and placed it in his prepared hand. The samurai crushed the water in the bottle and threw it on the path in front of us. It landed comfortably on a bed of wet leaves and remained there.
"I won't pick it up," I said angrily, but in that case, I won't have to pick it up. The bottle sank, leaving a lone black hole in the ground. The ground around the gap quickly collapsed inward like dominoes, revealing a pit supported by wooden pegs.
"Damn!" I took a deep breath, wondering whether to admire Kate's foresight or worry about who wants us to fall into this blind spot.
He was very happy, and a thin smile curled up on the samurai's lips. This smile disappeared quickly, because when the broken soil and leaves fell in the trap, we found ourselves in another trap. On our flanks, in the dark air between the trunks, those fuzzy little things suddenly came alive, jumping outwards, attacking us with a hundred greasy hands, it was an ambush.
I was stiff in fright, but Kate remained as calm as ever. The tops of these tar sè monsters are beating around my knees. They are monsters. The ghoul's mouth is wide open, and it hangs dirty on the chest, and the cheek is spraying juice on the neck. They all have hook-shaped blades on their tooth handles, but their yellow teeth look sharper. Their faces were like pigs, their eyes were simple, and their fingers were greedy. We were surrounded, "What do you want?" I cried right away, "What is it?!"
The guttural cheers surrounded the group of people, and their jagged nails began to blur. A creature pressed its swollen black lips to our horse's coat and began to lick it up and down like a lollipop. "What shall we do, Kate? Talk to me!"
Kate’s brain is very busy now; he is a mathematician, calculating numbers and the odds of survival. Usually the odds are not important-the numbers are irrelevant. If Kate has his sword and attention, then nothing can stop him. Unfortunately, this is not for himself, but to protect me. Judging by Kate's cold body language, our chances of winning are not great.
The muddy thing with lips sliding over the horse's body suddenly stopped on the stallion's soft neck. I saw with my own eyes the monster turning back slyly to look at his companion before tearing our horse's throat. The horse screamed until the vocal cords were ripped off and could no longer moan. The dead animals are still dumbfounded, and other animals have joined the ranks of devouring blood. All the animals are fighting for a space where they can drink water. They reached into the horse's wound, pulled out the internal organs, and threw the slimy hair back into their eager paws. The horse staggered from side to side, and when its legs were about to bend, I discovered why my companion was called Kate.
The samurai was the first to jump up, keeping his balance in the saddle like a tightrope walker. Then—too fast for anyone here—he turned the fallen horse over with me. I swear, just a few seconds before he fell on the path behind us, I heard a clear sound of steel. He was holding the samurai sword tightly and crouching. Eighty or more round-eyed monsters focused on On the samurai. They watched him standing there, raising the katana with a brave, eager smile, the sword was dripping with condensed black blood—their blood.
Four of these mutants stood in front of me, like wax figures, showing elusive and constipated expressions. There was a startling hissing sound, and the heads of the four people fell from their shoulders one by one, and soon their decapitated bodies fell down. I opened my mouth, but when I grabbed a deformed head on my knee, only a petrified gasp came out.
The animals roared and spit, but did not attack. Instead, they separated, revealing another of their kind, a strong giant, generous and powerful. On his muscular arm, he was holding a muddy battle axe, chewing a piece of horse meat like bubble gum between his teeth. The people around bowed their heads respectfully and paid tribute to the giant. The giant singled out his members without hesitation. In order to please me, eight of these monsters were chosen to rush to my companions.
The big man raised his axe and screamed at the insult. The rest of the people joined in, and when the giant's thunderous battle cry was over, his bright yellow eyes fell on the samurai again. Kate calmly picked up his second sword and waved it in the air like a rotating propeller.
These creatures were not impressed by the display, and there was no order, everyone paid for Kate's blood. I made a face, hoping to hear his last heart-piercing scream. There was a mad grunt and heavy metal clank, but Kate's scream was not heard.
I opened my eyes and saw that he was still alive. He wrestled with them intensively, his curved blade strayed from the direction, and his limbs were within reach. He is awesome, but there are so many people, it is only a matter of time before he is at a loss. When that moment arrived, a dazzling hot light separated the humans from the monsters. It burned with a strong red sè, blocking the greasy wall of evil in front of Kate, forming a protective cover. This is a kind of supernatural light, no blade or body can penetrate, with it, a high-pitched sound comes from inside, and our brains feel tingling. The monsters covered their ears and cried like hysterical monkeys in a zoo cage. At the same time, I reduced my size in front of the dead horse, and Kate inflated its lungs. The voice of an old man quickly replaced the uncomfortable voice, and a rumble from the force field gave orders to the creatures. The order was to leave Kate, and they did so with cowardice, childlike fear.
The red light flickered for the last time, the wind stopped, and the master of the sound appeared between Kate and the tribe. He was old and thin, with a curvy body wrapped in a stained cloak. The eyes seemed to be sucked into his head, and the surrounding skin stretched out like a rubber mask. His hair hung greasy over his shoulders, and his beard was long and horny, splitting into two shaggy spots on the chin. His posture was dramatic, but at the same time disturbing, the man was not warm at all. He is a living frost, a winter with no signs of spring, he attracts everyone's full attention.
These monsters are still advancing in this unknown direction in a cowardly, worshipful way. He reminded me briefly of Isaac Newton, where he lingered, as if he had enough time with us.
"Lost?" He looked at Kate, his voice becoming dull and heavy. "Come on," he said to me, "join your friend, young man."
Asking the samurai for guidance, I got an unpleasant shaking of my head. "He is a wizard," Kate said.
"And you," the old man replied, without any obvious weapons, "is a samurai."
The wizard's grin is like the Christmas geek once stole Christmas. He combed a hand down his beard affectionately, and then disappeared in an evil red light. No one had time to be surprised, because the wizard appeared in the blink of an eye, two steps away from Kate.
"Scarfel is my name," he said, "These are my swamps, cut to pieces by your feet."
The wizard continued to stroke his beard, enjoying the curly beard with his slender fingers. At the same time, Kate is still on the verge of danger. He is not a person to deal with the deadlock, so he told the wizard and his animals how things will develop. "Those who attacked," he muttered, "will fall."
Scarfel reflected respect for Kate, but the pig-faced creature holding the battle axe was not threatened. He left the meek crowd with glaring eyes, gritted his teeth for the warriors. "Now, Grutas!" Scarfel said, raising a calm hand. "What do you want, my big friend? After all, we are facing Kate."
Grutas spit, and then threw the axe into the mud arbitrarily.
"Pick up the weapon," Scarfel said flatly, "pick it up... immediately."
The giant didn't test the wizard's patience anymore. He retrieved the axe and avoided Scarfell's sight.
"What do you want?" Kate asked. "What does a wizard want from me?"
"So, enough polite words," he replied, "you and that person are trespassing into my property illegally. These woods belong to me, and if I don't respect them, I will be punished."
"We are not malicious," I interrupted him, "How do you know us?"
"I know what's happening here," he replied, "I know everything about you, samurai. The only one who has killed a bloody path from the fire of hell. Your name is synonymous with slaughter, and I thought it would take a hundred The swamp can surround you."
The wizard thought it was funny. He checked the slaughtered fragments below. "Two hundred should be brought."
I heard that he broke free from the fire of hell and added some new things to my brief profile. At this moment, I decided to stand up, and just as I was doing this, I found something suspicious on the tree. There was a stag or pony swimming in the narrow gap between the tree trunks. This animal is not shuffling aimlessly, but watching us with thoughtful eyes and clever brain. "This is... ... "
When my attention returned to Kate, the stag was forgotten. Suddenly in a frenetic frustration, she swung her sword and slashed at Scarfel. The frail wizard can't even match Kate's steel. He disappeared in the bright red mist, then unexpectedly appeared behind me, using a knife against the Adam's apple that I was swallowing. The power left me, and Kate showed real surprise on his face for the first time, "Let him go, wizard!" he cried angrily. "Let him go now!"
Scarfel giggled, his mouth full of broken teeth and foul-smelling breath, "How good can you defend yourself, samurai," he said, "but this poor man can't!"
Grutas was very happy to see this scene, and the beast screamed together with the other swamp animals.
"Now," Scarfell added calmly, "You are going to put down your sword, Kate."
"What if I don't?"
"If you don't do this," he said with a smirk, "then I will rip out the child's vocal cords!"
I screamed from the biting knife, Kate dropped his sword reluctantly and resentfully, looking as disappointed with me as he was with herself. Then Scarfel pulled the knife from my throat and pressed my face to the dirt.
"Enough!" Kate shouted, and thankfully, the wizard gave up. Without weapons, Kate was at the mercy of the old man, but was not afraid, "You did that bird," he growled. "Your... magic."
"Yes, samurai, of course. Watching you walking around in my woodland, I decided to joke with you. I want to see Kate's performance. Allow me to say what an amazing character you are still , Your reputation is fully deserved."
Scarfel stood up, leaving me alone, spitting out lumps of trash. He looked at everything and said, "You are going to see Macross, to see the king, aren't you?"
"The king?" I blurted out, and quickly paid the price, speaking upside down. Scarfel kicked me in the cheek with his scrawny heel. I was dizzy, my vision blurred, and my head plopped unconsciously and fell into the mud.
It took a long time before I opened my eyes. When I did this, I was lying on a hard mattress with the pain of drilling in the bridge of my nose. I was wearing heavy clothes and standing unconsciously, with disgusting mucus in my throat. "Uh... ... "
I am vaguely aware of the surrounding environment, this is a shaky hut, a cold and rotten pigsty. The stench of feces seemed to be wrapped around the wall, like an ingredient in wood; it was disgusting, covering the floor like a greasy carpet. I stood up from the **, put on my boots, and walked to a window covered with the same feces. I wiped it clean with my sleeve, and a ray of fresh sunlight shone through the glass, revealing Kate curled up in the corner. "Where are we?" I asked, too painful to be surprised.
He stood in front of the window with me, wiped the other circle clean, and then stared out of the window. The sun showed his anxious face. "We are in a village at the foot of Mt. Macro," he said. "In a modest place, the residents will not cause us any harm. They have agreed to let us come here, and you will appreciate their hospitality."
"Of course," I murmured, hardly grateful for this dirty generosity. However, I am eager to explore more of this unique small village on earth.
"How long are we going to stay?" I asked, catching sleepiness from my eyes. There was no response, I left the window, and a powerful spell made me stagger back to **. "Think about the past few days...have caught up with me."
I felt Kate's eyes fixed on my face, and whispered the word "wizard" as I lay down. We all survived the old man and his pig army. I think Kate must have done something special with that katana to get us out alive. How many swamp men did he kill again? Little miracles, Daniel, are everywhere.
"Your swordsmanship is impressive, Kate. In fact, it's amazing. I've never seen anything like this before. How did you become so... good?"
There is a deep depression for the samurai, and the vulnerability of an old man. Now it seems that he does not have the feats I have seen. Maybe you have caught up with him in the past few days? He stroked the thin sword with his fat fingers. Those lifeless things were his only friends.
"The sword is a brush," he said calmly. "Four hundred years later, the art of killing is more than just jīng."
I decided not to inquire about our escape. The details are best left to imagination. It is difficult for me to remove all thoughts from my mind, especially the thoughts about the wizard. His name is Scarfir. I can almost see his wrinkled face painted on the broken wall. The more he hovered in my mind, the more Scarfell and Kate seemed to merge together. The eyes of the two people were so lifeless, yet so full of sex.
"The wizard," I said, sitting up again. "Before he hit me, he mentioned a king? Do you remember?"
"The king of clubs," Kate said. "Life is very good in Hongzhong. He is here to train you."
"Training? Why?"
"Everything!" he complained. "Before you see any castle, you must have various forms of combat skills. I have my instructions."
Will such an afterlife stop creating surprises? Fighting training with the king in the mountains? I want to know what will happen next, because all I can do is curiosity. "King Brugdan," I said to myself in a daze.
"Stick!" Kate corrected, irritable. "My pleasure!"
"I'm sure. How long can training with this club last?"
Kate sighed deeply at the window, like a tired soul leaving his body. "As long as it takes..." he muttered. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)