The corpse lying in the snowdrift has almost been frozen into popsicles, but you can still vaguely look at the appearance before birth. About forty to fifty years old, upright and mature; the facial features are fairly good, and the eyebrows can vaguely tell that they are locals. With a thick fur suit and a short bow in his hand, he looked like a hunter in Lantonilan area.
Brando could actually determine the identity of the other party, but before he could answer, Freya, who was squatting next to the corpse, said in a sad tone: "The fatal wound is the arrow wound on the back, and the corpse we found before. The same, but this one should have died at that time."
"—The injury we encountered before on the body of the corpse should have been suffered near here, but the hunter's injury was relatively minor. After he escaped from here, he was attacked by the Frost Demon and finally died." Lauren Looking at the corpse in the snowdrift, Na said angrily: "You nobles of Eruin, you are too much."
"Cruz's nobles are similar, not to mention that our enemy is first of all a cultist, and there is also your responsibility." The black-haired female knight replied coldly on horseback.
Laurenna glanced at her, and finally held back her mouth.
"That's not unreasonable." Brando thought to himself, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he raised his head and said to everyone: “If the battle took place near here, then this should have been Anlek’s camp. Everyone spread out and searched around to see if there were any clues.”
Before he finished his words, as if to prove his words, a whistle sounded in the forest. This is the signal that his guards have agreed to contact each other—
Everyone turned their heads there and saw the girl riding a white horse trotting all the way out of the forest. Hippamilla was still wearing her linen gown in such a cold weather. She turned around and pointed the stick in her hand in a certain direction in the forest: "My lord, many corpses have been found here."
"Anglek really did it." Nimesis shook her head gently.
Freya stood beside Brando and her heart sank slightly. She couldn't help but clenched her teeth. She had a chance to save the hunters, but she didn't expect the other party to be so decisive.
Beside her, the female knight Laurenna didn't look very good.
"Take us there." Brando sighed and replied. He still remembered the worried and hopeful look of the hunters' families when they left Shallow Water Town. For these families, their husbands and fathers may be the only pillars of a family. Once the source of income is lost, life in the future can be imagined; even some single-parent families are left with helpless children who are waiting for their father's return at home, but they may not be able to return. Audio.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel cold.
Hippamira seemed to have seen what her lord thought in the heart of Lord Hime. As a priest of Himilud, he originally existed in this world to protect the world. The girl is not the saints of the Temple of Flames who are not contaminated with dust in the deep palace. She is well aware of the suffering of the people's livelihood, so she can't help lowering her eyelashes slightly.
She pulled the rein, turned the horse's head and led the crowd to the woods.
After passing through a small sparse cedar forest, the field of vision suddenly became clear, and a clearing area believed to have been felled appeared in front of everyone. But everyone couldn't help but suffocate slightly when they saw the scene in front of them. The collapsed animal hide tent seemed to have remained the same as that day, and in this camp that seemed to have been trampled once, the tragic battlefield was restored. In front of everyone.
More than twenty corpses were piled up in the center of the camp, and some were scattered around. There were eye-catching dry blood stains everywhere in the snow, and broken arrows were stuck everywhere in the camp.
Brando saw Medissa's unicorn standing next to the pile of corpses, and the little silver elf princess held up the ice and snow on the ground with both hands, and the ice and snow instantly turned into crystal clear ice flowers in her hands. She placed these bouquets next to each corpse, her expression very calm.
"Lord Lord," she saw Brando, patted the snow on her knees and stood up: "I remember in the last war. The silver elf will send a bouquet of lilies to all the heroic soldiers' companions. Once on the battlefield, soldiers will wear these bouquets on their chests to avenge their dead companions."
Brando nodded.
"Don't worry, Anlek will pay the price for this. Some people regard other people's lives as ants. These people have long been abandoned by Martha." He replied coldly, "Chaos can't shelter them either. , Look at it, the bloodshed will be paid for by the bloodshed."
"Are there any people alive?" Laurenna couldn't help but breathe in air-conditioning when she saw this scene, and asked in a low voice. But anyone can hear that this upright and kind lady from Cruz is just suppressing her anger.
Metisa shook her head, "At least in this camp, they are all dead."
There was a little silence in the camp.
Although Brando, Freya, Nimesis and even Akane have experienced many battles, life and death on the battlefield have long been commonplace-but it was a fight where both sides gambled on their lives, and there was a battle before him. Naked slaughter—These hunters from the area around Lantonilan each have their own family. They are the father, husband or son of the family. They may enter this forest with a vision for the future, but it is In order to let their loved ones live a better life.
But all hopes for the future are ruthlessly stifled here. But just for the inexplicable pursuit of some people, those people don't understand the respect for life at all.
Freya looked at this scene, as if thinking of Bouche burning in the fire. The people of the kingdom struggled in the disaster, but his nobles just watched indifferently, and even contributed to it.
How similar everything happened at different times and places.
She clenched her teeth, her clenched fists were almost white.
Laurenna on the side seemed to have noticed the mood swings of the future Valkyrie. She had a slight affection for Freya and couldn’t help saying: “Let’s tidy up the hunters’ corpses. It’s best to think about it. You can bury them and take them out when you leave here-at least their family members have the right to know what happened here."
The words of the female knight from Cruz couldn't help but impress Brando. Although he had long known that Laurenna was known for her integrity and kindness, after all, the other party was the daughter of a noble family, and he didn't expect to think about issues so carefully.
He glanced at each other in surprise. But seeming to notice his gaze, Laurenna turned her head and explained to everyone: "The knights respect their sacrificed companions, at least they will not expose their dead comrades to the wilderness. Although these people are not our companions. , But we promise to take them back, whether dead or alive, at least to give their family an account."
She pressed one hand on her chest and replied somewhat seriously to everyone: "I hope I can keep my promise."
"That's right, I support Sister Laurenna's opinion." After hearing this, Medissa couldn't help but nodded slightly, expressing her support.
"Me too." Freya sighed slightly and replied somewhat lonely.
Brando looked at the other bank of the Nuga River, but actually there was not much time left for them. Her Royal Highness is heading to Valentenburg, and Eco and Macaro are clearly one step ahead. In the south, the army of Count Jean Dernell and the blood rod is converging-from persuading the Grand Duke Vieiro to form a coalition army, as in history, to ambush the Earl Dernell south, leaving him only one time node. Months only.
In other words, he can stay in the forest for up to two weeks.
The scorching summer sun that has become very mild in the frost-stained forest has moved over the middle line above the head, and if you delay for some time, I am afraid that you will have to spend the night here.
He looked at Nimesis on the side, and the female knight neither agreed nor opposed. But these days, he has gradually become familiar with the other party's character, and he knows that this is actually an acquiescence.
Brando finally nodded.
Fortunately, everyone on the scene understood that their time was pressing. Brand nodded more and started cleaning the battlefield consciously. With sufficient manpower, digging some holes in the snow to bury the bodies is actually not a difficult task. And because it is expected that the remains of these hunters will be found again sooner or later, the guards only dug a few big pits that save trouble under the command of Laurenna, and made conspicuous marks after being covered with snow.
Others, Metisa and Freya, are looking for possible survivors farther away. Although Brando didn't think the possibility was too great, he had seen from the arrow wounds of the hunters earlier that this time Anlek brought all the veterans who had fought with him for many years. Low-level error.
Just when Brando thought so, Charles's voice suddenly came into his heart.
"Master Lord, guess what I found?"
"What?" Brando was startled, then asked.
"A woman."
"Charles, although the weather here is still relatively cold, it's summer now, and spring has passed for a long time." Brando was taken aback for a moment, and then replied somewhat irritably.
"No, no, you made a mistake about what I meant. Lord Lord, I mean I found a woman alive." Charles hurriedly screamed wronged.
…
Peia was found in the Nuja River, and Shire happened to see her being washed down from the upper reaches with drift ice, hanging on a branch protruding into the middle of the river.
In this weather, the temperature of the river water was close to below zero. When Charles discovered the woman, she was almost completely wet, soaked in the cold river water, and there was a long knife wound on her back. The knife wound seemed to have lost too much blood, and the rolled flesh was soaked white.
Originally in this state, the young wizard's first judgment was that the woman was dead, but the facts made a joke with him. When he fished the opponent from the middle of the river by magic, he found that the opponent still had a heartbeat.
Then Peya knew what happened next.
But for the girl herself, she couldn't remember what happened before she jumped down the river. She only remembered that the nobles turned their faces that day, when the oldest hunter in the team was directly pierced with a sword by the middle-aged swordsman.
Then there is the melee, the sword and the shadow—
A terrible scene that seems to happen in a nightmare. The most powerful hunter in the team is said to have served as an army swordsman in the Manorville area. The leader with silver strength is not the middle-aged swordsman's opponent for one round.
She would never forget that scene in her dreams, those noble knights surrounded them with a grinning smile, and then the screams of familiar people came one after another.
She remembered that a knight wanted to hold her, but cut her hands. She remembered the other party's vulgar anger, and touched her unruly with her hands.
If it weren't for the ring, she really didn't know what terrible things would happen after that.
After that, it seemed to be running away, but the wound on the back was so painful, and the body became weaker and weaker. But on the contrary, he became more worried about his brother, and the chasing soldiers got closer and closer, and then there was darkness.
"Can't die..."
"Yaruta..."
It seemed like a long nightmare, and every face in the nightmare was distorted. The faces of the townspeople who hated their sisters and brothers were full of blood. Then there was the face of the grinning knight. Finally she saw her brother was stabbed by a gun and nailed to the snow, and the red blood spread out from under him like countless small red snakes.
"do not want!"
The girl suddenly opened her eyes.
She was sweating, and then she saw a female face clearly through the faint firelight outside the tent. She recognized the identity of the other mountain people at a glance. Only the mountain people have such long fiery red hair. The girl hugged her knees, leaned on a spear, and looked at her motionlessly.
"You, who are you..." Peia seemed to want to ask this question, but she immediately felt the pain in her throat as if it was burning. In the end, she only made some meaningless hoarse syllables, but the intense pain made her groan|moan.
"My lord said, you'd better not talk and take more rest. You are seriously injured, but the key is that you have been in a coma in the cold river. Now you have a fever, but we don't have any herbs on hand."
Ever since leaving the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, Qian seldom speaks in front of strangers, but when she speaks, she finishes her words in one breath like reciting a boring report.
After speaking, she still looked at the woman on the bed quietly, her eyes gleaming with the fire outside.
Peia was slightly startled, but felt the other's kindness. She lay back again, her heart numb, but finally she became quieter.
She frowned slightly, as if trying to remember what had happened.