Paladin

Eleven days after the flood broke out.

"What are you? An orc? A monster?" The wood elf put the bowl on the table, and finally couldn't help asking rudely.

"Mage, human...just a little mixed blood." Hewitt replied in a hoarse voice.

The wood elf looked at the mage who was sitting quietly by the window: he was tall and slender, and although he had a good physique, he seemed to be a little weak, because he hadn't moved much—of course, this might also be because he couldn't see.After being rescued, he has been wearing a hood, but the wood elves have seen his appearance, this is a very handsome human being, if the strange pair of purple pupils are excluded.

Although those eyes couldn't see, they were full of magical power. When he said that he was a mage, the wood elf thought for no reason: It really is.

The wood elf, codenamed White Sparrow, rescued the unusual mage from the flood, and out of some misgivings, he took in and healed Hewitt.

Huitt's magic power and spirit were severely overdrawn, and he fell into the river. After being rescued by the white bird, he has been quietly recovering from his injuries.

Just like now, he always sat there, quietly whittling a white sparrow's wooden arrow, and sometimes carved a few plausible lines on the arrow.He is very skilled in holding the knife, but he can't see anything, so if he makes an occasional mistake, he will cut a few small cuts in his left hand.

The wood elves didn't stop him, a wounded man had to find something to do.

Neither one person nor the elves are very talkative, but they sometimes talk about serious topics, such as about the wood elves tribe in Nestor province-the wood elves, as a large part of the population of the elves, have inherited the love of art and peace. Although they are wilder than other elves, they are excellent rangers and archers, and sometimes thieves or assassins.They are naturally hospitable and extremely curious. Although they sometimes speak outrageously, they actually have a certain degree of kindness towards other races. There must be some reason why the white sparrow saved Huitt.

This wood elf tribe in Nestor Province has lived in seclusion for hundreds of years, and sometimes they live in peace with the highlanders, and sometimes there are frictions or gaps, but there has never been a fight.This may be because the wood elves cannot survive in extremely cold regions, and the highlanders do not intend to fight for their forests full of treants and centaurs - it would be too expensive to do so.

Until the blizzard brewing in Kairuise began to form, the white sparrow led the order to the White Dragon Valley to inquire about the news - because once such an amazing climate formed, not only the floods would rage on the plain, but even the forest of the wood elves would be affected by the cold. Devastating blow.

"If you were the ones who took care of that woman from the Snow Wind Cult, maybe I should be grateful to you." The wood elf said curiously, "Although I'm very curious, what kind of team would actually consist of paladins, mages, and a highlander fool? work together."

"We are not working together." Hewitt said lightly.

The sparrow was even more curious because of this, but seeing that Hewitt's voice was hoarse, it seemed that he hadn't fully recovered, and he seemed unwilling to mention it, so he said: "Well, I think I will know about it anyway The beginning and the end."

The wood elf walked to the window and saw the vast expanse of whiteness outside. The recent heavy snow had once again covered the dark green pine forest. Survive in the northern part of Special Province. Tomorrow, tomorrow we will set off to go south, and the snow will probably continue to fall for half a month. If we don’t leave, the highlanders may come back.”

Hewitt said nothing, quietly facing out the window.

The white sparrow closed the window, and then said: "Your eyes now... you should not look at the snow. This is the first time I have seen a person like you who suffers from snow blindness and still refuses to settle down. When I go back to the tribe, I will Ask the Prophet if there is any herb that can heal the eyes..."

Speaking of this, Hewitt suddenly said: "I am very grateful for your kindness, Baique, but I should go."

"Now? You can't see the road, you can't cast spells, and...you can walk 100 meters? 500 meters?" the wood elf asked.

Hewitt didn't answer him, but said, "Someone is waiting for me."

The wood elf was silent for a while, then stood up and sighed, "Okay, I understand."

He opened the door and went out, and came in a moment later with a bag of herbs, and said, "I don't know about you mages, but there's a saying that says 'a mage finds a way'. I guess you won't die on the way , These herbs are useless for me to keep, you can take them away together."

"...Thank you." Hewitt said again.

The mage groped his way, put the last wooden arrow he was sharpening on the table, and said, "This arrow is called 'Mystery'...you can find me in the Thorium Council at any time."

Because of his hoarse voice, he spoke very briefly, but Bai Que was used to this rhythm, and said, "Why is it called that name?"

Full of curiosity, he looked at the three arrows on the table—they were made of needle pine trunks and pheasant tail feathers, and the arrowheads were also made of wood. Feel the texture of the tree itself.

The wood elf took down an arrow and sized it up with sharp eyes for a moment. Apart from the strange pattern on it, he couldn't see anything special about it.He thought for a moment, then suddenly walked out the door, took off the recurve bow behind him, and nocked the arrow to the string.

At the moment when the bowstring was tense, Bai Que heard a soft buzzing sound.

He let go of his hand, and the arrow disappeared from his vision in an instant.

"What is this...invisible arrow?" Bai Que asked in a low voice. He looked back, only to find that the mage at the door had disappeared into the snow at some point.

There is only a row of footprints in the original place, extending from the distance to the forest path.

"...Are you in such a hurry?" The wood elf sighed, and then followed the trajectory of his own arrows. He found thirteen tree trunks that were directly pierced by this arrow, and found this arrow in the center of a huge rock. .

It didn't deviate from the direction as the white sparrow thought, but was terribly accurate, as if it could see through the direction the wood elf was aiming at; when it was dug out with great pains, the whole body was intact and could still be used again.

Hewitt wrapped his cloak tightly and walked slowly in the vast snow.

He staggered a little when he walked, and seemed unable to hold his balance very well, which caused him to almost fall several times; his eyes were blind, but he could barely distinguish the difference between light and dark, holding a cane in his hand, he looked south .

He knew which direction to go, because he had a premonition of the location of the demon Louis.

This heavy snow, as White Sparrow said, has been falling for almost half a month. When it fell to the maximum, the whiteness could cover up the scenery several meters away, but this did not hinder Hewitt. Nothing to see.

At first he drank snow water, and after a few days he barely used spells to maintain his life, and he constantly sensed the direction of the demon spirit and moved along the trail.

He has never been confused, and he knows firmly: Evan is waiting for him.

During the No.20 three days when the disaster broke out, Hewitt heard the immature cry of the phoenix again.

Hewitt stood still in the white snow and listened carefully. He sensed the faint breath of the demon Louis approaching. After a short while, he came to his side.

He heard the breathing of another man right in front of him; then the man raised his hand and moved it slightly in front of him.

Hewitt felt the slight wind in front of his face, and reached out his hand helplessly to grab Evan's wrist: "...I'm fine, I—"

Before he finished speaking, Evan kissed him frantically.

Hewitt staggered slightly, and almost fell backwards; Evan held his hand instead, and pressed him down in the snow without hesitation, just like the last time they met, in the deep white snow, feeling each other temperature and trembling.

Evan was short of breath, let go of Hewitt after a long time, and slowly stretched out his hand to hug him.

Hewitt felt a wetness on his neck. He didn't know whether it was the melting of frost or snow or... something else; after walking in such a cold environment for so long, he almost lost the ability to feel heat and cold. It seemed to be extremely cold, but it also seemed to be suddenly hot.

This feeling was disorienting, Hewitt suddenly felt heartbroken when he heard Evan's breathing, and murmured: "I'm sorry, I'm back now."

Just thinking about Evan's pain broke his heart.He threw away his crutches and hugged Evan with his back, wanting to continue to say something, comfort...or caress him.

Mr. Master, who has always been calm and wise, now his heart swelled inappropriately, and he thought with both sourness and sweetness: He loves me?Rely on me?Can't leave me?Is he crying... what should I do?Is Bidong suitable now, or directly...

Just as he was trying to figure it out in his mind, Evan suddenly snorted.

Evan gritted his teeth and said, "This is the first time you've said the word 'sorry'."

Hewitt: "..."

Then Evan grabbed his neck viciously again, and said angrily: "You are out of your mind! You are so good at controlling the blizzard and the flood, why can't you control yourself! If I let you alone again Presumptuous, I am a pig!"

The mage coughed twice and said in a low voice, "You...listen to me..."

"Don't listen!" Evan said fiercely, "I should handcuff you and me together, and drag you back along the chain next time when you disappear!"

Hewitt never thought that Evan would lose his temper like this, and he was completely stunned; Evan was so angry that he picked up Hewitt and put him on Phoenix's back, and then the two rode Phoenix Fly low to camp.

Evan sat in front, blocking the cold wind blowing, still furious, and vented through his nose; Hewitt put his hand on his shoulder, and tentatively asked: "Evan? Am I wrong?"