Whispering didn’t stop until a long time later.
"The parliamentary envoy is still 1,200 yards from here." Svein coughed and grabbed a worm from her arms and fed it to the crow on her shoulder.
"I’ll kill him?" Dreius gently twisted the snow in his palm, making it as soft as sand.
"What happened to that Berserker?" Svein shook his head evenly and teased the crow on his shoulder.
"He wouldn’t" Dreius slowed down his palm and stroked the delicate lines of the snow. "I moved ten sets of criminal laws and he wouldn’t even vomit a word. It seems that I am still more suitable for killing people directly …" Finally, he shook his head wryly.
"I don’t blame you." Svein still teased his crow evenly. His fingers brushed the crow’s sparse black feathered eyes. It was the kind of warmth that familiar Svein’s opponents would definitely be scared to death when they saw it. "Rocklaw men always have to be stubborn. What’s worse, they once killed the North Sea’s ultimate monster, the frost snake. It is said that Rocklaw is the strongest Olaf. I always have to pay more attention to it."
"That the envoy …" Dreius nodded his head and pulled the topic back to the former one.
Svein didn’t answer him directly, but continued to tease the crow on his shoulder. It was a long time before he said, "It’s Zuan."
After hearing this answer, Dreius seemed to understand why he turned and walked back. "I’ll get ready."
D for nodded or not raised his head.
"If you don’t kill that guy."
"He misses you?"
"He looks like me."
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The emissary sent by parliament to Zuan was ready to go without even seeing Svein. Dreius dragged him out of Noxas camp and returned.
Svein saw the scenery for a long time before he scratched the mouth of the city from that slate.
Stepping on the brand-new stone steps, even the crumbs of stone foam are falling off. Svein turned left and right, and those burning lizard oil lamps shone and came to a door.
The soldiers of Noxas, who motioned for the doorman, locked three magic locks, and the brand-new black rock wooden door came in with swinsch.
It was dark in the room, and there was not a window, but a lamp that had been lit for a long time, such as lizard oil, and found a corner.
Svein waved the door and stood there just like that.
Behind the door, the already turbid air in the room is getting worse and worse. The pungent smell is mixed with the rich blood smell, which makes people want to vomit.
The whole room is full of rotten smell, but it may be that this rotten smell is the crow’s favorite, and the Swein Shoulder bird screams for a long time.
In this cramped and dark little room, it suddenly screams like an evil spirit.
"Jingle-"This neigh seems to have finally attracted the attention of the man in this room. He probably moved his hands and feet to drive his shackles to make a slight sound.
Without saying a word, Svein walked towards the sound source and stopped at the brightest place of the lizard oil lamp.
In this place, he can vaguely see that face hidden in the dark.
It’s a more angular face of Bidle Erth. Even if Svein didn’t look at his eyes, just looking at that sharp side face through the dim light, he could feel the wildness of murder.
That’s not just killing a few people casually, you can accumulate things, but you can completely devote your life to killing and charging before you can get back to fear the enemy.
Svein still didn’t speak. He took the crow from his shoulder and put it in his palm. His fingers teased it bit by bit, and his beak and face smiled.
The lizard oil lamp gives off light and pulls his silhouette for a long time. Together with the crow in his hand, it is reflected on the wall, like those stories with third-rate dog blood tempting good people and demons.
The whole room was silent to death.
"Chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip,
"Mr. Olaf" Swiin finally spoke. He dragged on for a long time and casually seemed to be talking in a dream.
Hidden in the darkness, the strongest man in Lokfa did not answer. The faint light spread from his side face to his rough and thick beard, and he was outlined as a statue of the North Sea God of War in the Far North.
"Thuzhuangni’s tide is over." Swein let go. The crow looks into the cold side face in the dark. "Stupid loyalty is not Locke’s legal system."
The man ignored him in the dark.
"The worst thing in Locke’s legal system is not death, but getting old, weak and forgotten." Svein withdrew his eyes and turned to the lizard oil lamp. "It’s unbearable for a great soldier like you to hear death silently. It’s like a mouse in this dark and smelly room?"
Olaf is still like a stone statue in silence, and his fingers are beating unknown.
"Thuzhuangni can promise you a grand death, and I …" Svein gently stirred up a wick soaked in lizard oil, and the tone gradually became high. "I will give you a strange death, and your name will be engraved in the whole history of Varoland after your death." When it comes to the last sentence, he is almost yelling. At that moment, his fingers suddenly tightened and the wick in his hand gave an unbearable groan.
Olaf kept his eyes closed and suddenly opened a harsh light like a sword, and the light came out of his eyes like a meteor that cut through the night.
He opened his mouth to say something.
"Knock-"Knock at the door
"What is it?" D for discontentedly narrowed his eyes.
"the general is coming"
Language fall to the ground, because the hand violently shook off the wick and fell into the oil lamp, making a continuous explosion.
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Page two hundred and forty-one An arrow
The snow got heavier and heavier when it fell to noon.
Today, Galen surprisingly didn’t press the remaining soldiers of the Snow Mountain Alliance to the front line for consumption. He didn’t launch an attack.
The whole camp was quiet and there was a neat rustling when the patrol passed by.
Thuzhuangni lifted the tent curtain and looked out. The two demasia soldiers who were in charge of guarding her were still meticulous outside the door. Even though the snow had accumulated on their shoulders, they didn’t move like two standing stone statues.
"Miss Thuzhuangni, where are you going?" Seeing that Thuzhuangni leaned out, the soldier on the left slightly moved his neck, and his eyes remained calm. However, his momentary grip on his waist and sword and his shoulders slightly loosened the snow, which revealed his fear of this crazy woman who did not know how much was hidden in front of him.
"In such a snowy day, I advise you to stay in the tent and have a good rest. This is a rare good time." The soldier on the right also grasped his waist and sword involuntarily, and the whole person posed as a fighting posture in the face of Thuzhuangni in an instant, forming a horn with the soldier on the left.
Thuzhuangni didn’t look at two murderous generate demasia fighters. Her eyes crossed the defense line formed by two people, crossed the camp full of snow, and extended to that narrow passage. That abrupt and towering fortress was faintly visible before stopping.
After watching for a while, she closed the tent curtain without saying a word, and slowly walked back to the only low table in the whole tent. She slowly sat quietly and put her hands flat on her knees.
Her face was calm and her eyes were clean. At that moment, this body was full of a whole Freudian storm. The woman was dignified and harmonious like a Buddha.
She sat for a long time and then took out an arrow from nowhere.
That arrow is very long, and the workmanship is not exquisite. It can be said that there is no workmanship at all. It is rough like a root that has just been peeled off, and it is only covered with an arrow. The branch is full of Fredred’s barbarism.
This arrow was taken by the two demasians at the end of the battle yesterday, unaware of the situation. Seven long arrows were taken from one body and climbed to her feet with one breath, and the soldiers of the Snow Mountain Alliance were drawn out.
The whole arrow’s body is uneven and full of messy nicks. Those nicks look like long arrows, which are cut and blocked by several long swords, leaving traces and even a little blood.
Thuzhuangni put the long arrow on the low table, put her hands on the body of the arrow and brushed her fingers inch by inch. Those seemingly messy chapters and nicks slowly closed her eyes.
Everything that falls like a natural imprint forms a clear message in an instant and flows through her mind.
The army has mastered one-third of the troops, and Olaf will do it in three days without knowing the news.
This is the communication mode she agreed with those dark chess that she arranged to stay in her own camp. At first, it was only consciously arranged by wild animals, but I didn’t expect it to become an important move now.
Thuzhuangni slowly opened her eyes and her hands easily crushed the long arrow into powder and sprinkled it on the ground at will.
The situation of the fortress is better than she expected. Although Svein is still in town, if she wants to go back, then …
It’s that this group of soldiers outside are still under the control of that damn Pieterwolf scientist’s medicine. It’s hard to be abandoned then …