Chapter 75 Chapter 75 Unusual things

You are looking for a specific place.So, do you know the correct location of the Forged? They seem to be eating a deer that froze to death yesterday on the bank of a river somewhere.I think we should be able to follow them from there. who found them?I hesitated for a while.is a friend of mine.He is shy but trusts me.Sometimes when he saw something unusual, he would come and tell me. Ok.I sensed that Verity considered my cautious speech with reservations.It's okay, I won't ask any more questions.I think you may still need to keep your secrets.I remember a mentally retarded girl who came and sat at my mother's feet, who fed and clothed her, and gave her trinkets and sweets.But I overheard her telling my mother once about a man who sold beautiful necklaces and armlets in a tavern.A few days later the king's bodyguards arrested the road-robber Redford in that tavern, so a taciturn man knows a lot!indeed so.

We moved forward in silence, and sometimes I reminded myself that Verity wasn't physically with me.But I wish I was with you, it's been too long since I've had a good ride through the hills, boy.My life is so heavy with goals that I can't remember the last time I did what I wanted to do. As I nodded in agreement with his thoughts, a scream broke the silence of the forest.This was a silent cry for help from a young life, which suddenly stopped as if interrupted by something.I couldn't help but search for the source of the sound, and my Wisdom found this flustered fear of death, and felt Nighteyes' sudden panic.I blocked my mind from the thought, turning Sooty's head and speeding in the direction of the sound, bending over the back of its neck and leading it through a maze of snowdrifts, fallen branches and empty snow land.We came to a hill, and despite my urgency, I couldn't speed up.When I finally got to the top of the hill, I saw a sight I will never forget in my life.

Three ragged, bearded, and stinking men appeared, shouting at each other and wrestling.My Wit didn't feel their humanity, but I recognized them as the group Nighteyes had shown me last night.Petite, about three years old, she wore a bright yellow knee-length tunic her mother had made for her.This group of people fought for her, treating her like a little rabbit in a trap, angrily tugging at her limbs like a tug-of-war, completely ignoring her little precious life.This scene made me draw my sword out of its sheath furiously. At this time, those forged people were firmly grabbing her by the neck and trying to dismember her. I saw one of the beards stained with blood turned to look at me. It turned out that he hadn’t As soon as she died, she began to eat.

I kicked Soot and charged at them as if riding vengeance, and Nighteyes jumped out of the bushes to my left to meet them before I did, then jumped on one of the guys' shoulders and opened his jaws to bite his neck.Another guy came up to me as I was about to dismount, and in vain blocked my sword with his hand, which cut his neck in half before it ended up stuck in the cervical spine.I then jumped off Sooty's back with my sideknife out and stabbed the guy who was trying to kill Nighteyes.But the third smelter fled into the forest with the little girl's body in his arms. This guy fights like a mad bear, trying to bite and scratch us even after I slit his belly.With his entrails dangling from his belt, he still staggered after us, giving me no time to be afraid.I knew he was dying, so I left him and chased the fleeing guy.Nighteyes floated over the cliff like a ball of striped gray fur, and I blamed my sluggish legs as I caught up with it.The trampled snow, the blood, and the guy's stench on the road kept me from concentrating.I swear as I charged up the cliff, thinking I could save the girl from death in real time and prevent this whole tragedy from happening, I just let the illogical impulse quicken my pace.

He sprinted backwards, leaping toward us from behind a large tree stump, throwing the girl's body at Nighteyes and lunging at me.He was really a big blacksmith, well fed and clothed because of his strong physique, not like other forged people I met.He lifted me up angrily like a hunted animal, then choked my throat with his forearms, jumped on my back and put his chest against me, twisting my chest and one hand under him In the dirt, I stabbed him twice in the thigh with the knife, which annoyed him.So he pushed my face even harder into the frozen snowdrift, black dots appeared in front of my eyes.That's when Nighteyes jumped on my back too, and it made me feel like my spine was going to snap.Nighteyes bit the man's back with his canines, and the Forged One drew his chin into his chest and hunched his shoulders against the attack.He knew he was going to strangle me, so he had time to deal with the wolf after I was done with.

The scuffle left the wound on my neck open and blood gushing profusely, but it was almost nothing compared to my struggle.I shook my head hard enough to free him, and my blood was slippery enough to free my throat a little.When I finally took a breath of air, the guy grabbed my head and pulled it back.If he can't strangle me, at least he has the strength to break my neck. Nighteyes changes strategy.Although its mouth can't fit the guy's head, its sharp teeth can always tear his scalp off the skull.I saw it tear the piece of meat with its mouth open, and his blood poured down on me like rain.He growled wordlessly, but still put his knee on my back.He let go of a hand to attack Nighteyes, and I writhed like an eel in his arms, kicking him in the groin with one knee, and stabbing him in the side with the knife.It must have been excruciatingly painful, but instead of letting me go, he bangs his head on top of mine with lightning speed, then grabs me with his thick arms and squeezes towards him, trying to crush me chest.

My clear memory of the fight ends there, and then I don't know what emotion overwhelmed me, maybe it was the legendary anger in the face of death.I attacked him with teeth, nails, and knife, slicing away as much muscle as I could, but there was no way I could resist the dogged onslaught without Nighteyes' equally furious response.After a while, I crawled out from under the man's body with a fishy smell in my mouth.I spat out the dirty hair and blood from my mouth, wiped my hands with my pants, and then dipped my hands into the snow to wash them, but I knew in my heart that no matter what, I couldn’t really wash away the filth.

are you OK?Nighteye walked back and forth within a distance of one or two meters in the snow, with blood on its mouth, it took a big mouthful of snow and then walked back and forth.I stumbled a step or two toward it, saw the girl's body, and sat down in the snow beside me. It was too late to realize, in fact it was too late when I saw them. She was petite, with black hair and dark eyes, but her body was still warm and soft.I picked her up and brushed back the hair stuck to her face, looking at her small face and teeth, and round cheeks.Although she had died, she still looked at me with puzzled eyes, and her petite and fleshy hands were bloody from the bite wound on her arm.I sat in the snow with the little girl's body on my lap, just feeling what it's like to hold a child.So petite and warm, and so quiet.I lowered my head and sobbed into her smooth hair, suddenly trembling uncontrollably.Nighteyes sniffed my cheek and whimpered, then put his forelegs roughly on my shoulders, and I was suddenly aware that I had shut him out of my thoughts.I run my hands over it silently, but can't open up to it or do anything else.It whimpered again, and I finally heard hoofbeats in the distance.It licked my cheek apologetically and disappeared into the woods.