"Wow, girl, hold on! Hold on!" I am not afraid of heights, but I am surprised to find how tall I am-I have been under me for the past six days and nights. "I think I have it under control!" I shouted at an invisible samurai. "I miss me—wow!"
Atlas feels good about himself and once again brought me into the whirlwind of Macross. Faster than before, she is soaring, and then a butterfly induces a drop. She made a creepy ring, and when she returned to level, I held her tightly. However, my heels stepped on the ground tightly, my stomach was churning, but I didn't move. I got the impression that the horse didn't want me to fall off her back, but maybe she was testing me. Am I worthy of such a gift
Atlas' ears twitched, and I grabbed it hard. The horse grumbled with satisfaction, and there was a sudden change in flight. I am no longer flying, but flying. Atlas put me behind her steering wheel, the weather maker is completely mine. I lifted her head, and she ran toward the sun like a star. I aimed again and she did. I screamed cheerfully, screamed like a child, looked at me Kate, looked at me!
Unfortunately, something unique on Earth has never been so long, and that happy time has come to a crushing end. A heat wave hit my chest fully, like a boiling heart attack. ** Then came-the body stopped working-darkness.
When I woke up... I was lying face down on a huge mountain, with a soft arm hanging from the steep cliff, disappearing. On the other side of me is a downhill, green Christmas trees everywhere. Kate is at the bottom of this frosty slope, and he can barely see his shadow, but I can still make out his two swords gleaming in the sun.
I was dizzy and pinched the bridge of my nose tightly to clear the headache. One hand grabbed my hair and forced me to kneel, I moaned in pain. The wizard looked no different from that day—an old face, flesh covered on the skeleton, and two gray beards growing from his chin. "Where's my head?" he asked, his rough voice amplifying to the top of the mountain somehow. "Where is my leader samurai? I have been waiting...waiting...waiting!"
When Scarfel tore off a bunch of my hair, I screamed. Carter stood on the spot, butt deep in the snow, and showed the wizard his sword instead of showing the head of the centaur as agreed.
"Is that all you gave me?" Scarfel said. "are these all?"
Kate started to follow us, and I dabbed it on the bald spots in my hair. "He is not suitable for you as a wizard," I said bravely or stupidly. "He is not a killer!"
Scarfel dropped his wrinkled face to greet me. "Are you still here?" he said, covering my face with his palm. No magical light came out of his hands, only the burning sensation I felt on Atlas' back, this time it was completely in my skull. My body twitched against it, my vision turned black, but I did not faint—I was fully aware of my surroundings and this slow and painful death.
"You are coming soon," he said. "Now, go fix this samurai. Two simple elements: a slope... and its snow."
Skafer put an empty hand on the snow near his feet, and then laid his palms flat on the snow. The snow there began to rumble, and the mountain I was lying on was trembling. It swayed like my own body, flapping cracks on the slope, sliding down from the top of the mountain, forming a huge rock formation. These thick snow flakes overlapped and rolled up, triggering a gathering group, which quickly gathered together to form a dragon's white atmosphere: an avalanche.
In less than 10 seconds, the force got out of control, and a 30-foot-high tsunami of air and glaciers, reaching a width of half a mile, accelerated to 150 miles per hour. As it approached Kate, I stared at the powdery monster, foaming at the corners of his mouth. As the funeral approached and death was inevitable, the samurai stopped. This is not an illusion, like a bald eagle or some transparent magic trick-this is a real overwhelming killer, no one he has ever faced, one he has no hope of defeating.
This stubborn problem solver came up with a solution at the moment of being squashed. Kate wielded a sword and waded towards the nearest tree. There, he took off his belt and threw the piece of leather onto the trunk. He worked breathlessly, wrapping the ends of the belt around the tree around his wrist several times, inserting both swords into the bark, and then holding his breath until the bomb exploded.
Throughout the scene, when Scarfel watched his avalanche proudly, his hand inadvertently moved away from my face. The flames in my head stopped a little, and temporarily recovered from the coma, I showed the wizard why I would never be underestimated. will never. I turned off the warning pain in my head—this pain may be ignored—I got up, kicked, hooked the wizard's heel, and pushed the old man on his back.
Scarfel lay on the top of the mountain in confusion. "I..." he gasped and said, "I... have never been beaten before!"
Before the wizard could stand up, I stepped my foot into his chest. "Get used to it!"
The bone cracked, and Scarfel rolled aside. I slammed his mouth with the other foot, cut his lips, and sprayed his beard with blood. I swung the most violent blow, but missed the target at all, because Scarfel disappeared in a burst of red smoke, leaving me kicking the thin air, and then falling behind.
In an instant, Scarfel appeared on my body again, his slender fingers coiled around my neck. He said angrily: "Do you dare! Do you dare!"
The heat scorched my throat inside and outside. I was drowned by the fire. I reached for the dagger or dagger on my belt, anything, but the weight of Scarfel prevented me from grasping them.
"you dare!"
I was looking for a stone in the snow with my fingers clenched to beat him.
"You kid dare not!"
My lungs are now deprived of oxygen. If someone feels the soul leaving them, this is the moment-my second death. However, before I became a ball of light, my hand found a piece of wood—the flute. I grabbed it and pierced the wizard's left eye without hesitation. A burst of jelly spurted out of the broken socket, and Scarfel disappeared with a howling of scarlet soul; a force blew me back like a sleigh on the snow, and completely removed me from the side of the mountain. Washed away.
In free fall, the wind was so strong that it extinguished the fire in my lungs. Even now, in this most dangerous situation, I still have a choice. My goal is to land on my head and break my skull on a large rock. For a moment, I hope there is no painful way to go. My ears banged because of the pressure, and as my doom quickly increased in details, I saw the perfect big rock to end my life. I aimed at the edge of my head and closed my eyes tightly.
The impact point came and went, but strangely, I could still feel the wind oppressing my body. Opening my eyes again, I was still descending, but the weather maker on my back. When Atlas pulled away from an incredible dive, my cheek was forced to press against the horse's neck. She snorted, and I cheered and pointed my nose at the clouds.
Only scattered treetops remained on the snow slope. The avalanche poured down like concrete, and the breeze danced like a ghost. What's worth celebrating. Suddenly, the four-inch-long steel plate of the samurai sword came off the surface, blocking the sunlight. The blade and the hand holding it struggled out. Desperate and tired fingers then put down the sword. Kate cannot climb, fight, or reach higher places. The buried person needed help and relief, and he got it.
On the back of a flapping horse, I pulled the fat-faced warrior out of the grave. He was dying...
Atlas scratched his shoes on the bright yellow sand, while Kate and I were meditating on the vast and deep blue sea in front of us. It is said that Leviathan is an angry soul composed only of ***, destroyed for destruction, hidden somewhere in this sea. Bregen wrote a fascinating scribble in his book The Predator Under the Domain. Leviathan: The storm that obscures the sun. The details are still vague, because Breizhen has never seen this monster with his own eyes; what he writes is only rumors and hearsay, these horror stories are enough to convince him and me that the monster is there.
I forced myself to put this worry aside, and after peeling off the sticky blood bandage from my right foot, I put on my boots. The healing process is very fast. Although it does not look like a pleasant stump, I can go a long way on it.
"Are you ready, girl?" I asked Atlas. The horse snorted briskly, so I patted its neck. "She's ready, Kate. I'm ready. How about you?"
The samurai frowned and stared at me, perhaps warning me not to rush him. I don't care, because I have overcome so many difficulties, I am in a good mood. I killed Scarfel with the power of the flute; the result of this action was to free the woman in the alphabet from their village, remove the eternal curse, and reunite her with the club. Thanks to me, the future of the unique planet is brighter. (End of this chapter)