Dark Iron Incident

No matter which village he went to, visitors would swarm up to catch him, because Mandela was a grassroot, and every time he would be frightened.

Some nobles gave enough money to get close.

But he would rather be approached by these humans, because this kind of broad daylight can temporarily relieve him, even if the surroundings are full of disgust, it is better than a dark prison that only waits for the executioner.In the slightest whisper, he nodded heavily.Just when he was about to sit in a different posture, his head became dizzy and he fell down on the wooden board.

Zallion was weak, but kept running in his dreams, yearning for sunlight in countless cages.

Every time he opened a door, he entered a new cage, followed by the sound of unhurried footsteps, forcing him to move on.Time seems to have passed for several years, decades, hundreds of years... He kept running and opening doors like this... He didn't have the strength or time to cry, so he could only go in with his pale face. front stumbled.

When he finally got tired and knelt on the ground, he was still holding the handle of an iron door in his hand.The footsteps were getting closer, and he finally chose to give up and let go of his weak fingers.

……please……

He said dully to the nothingness around him.

...I won't run away...

...but...let me meet Clegane again...let me talk to him...

...tell me if he woke up...

...tell me if he is...alive...

The iron door was pulled open from the other side, and the sound of footsteps approaching his ears disappeared. With the flames blowing in his face, Zallion could smell Ramis.

"...Charlie..."

Big palms hugged him tightly, and someone gently kissed his chapped lips.

Zalyon held his breath, not daring to open his eyes.The elder brother who had been expecting for so long was right in front of him, but he didn't dare to look at it.Don't even dare to shed tears.

The man did not disappear, but dropped a kiss on his eye socket.The voice calling his own name was low and hoarse, it was what he wanted to hear the most when he was leaning on the high platform, and it was what he was thinking about.

"I'm here... don't be afraid..."

"……I'm not afraid……"

He cried and shook his head.

"……I'm not afraid……"

Opening the sore eyelids, all the grievances and fears disappeared in this warmth, and even the depression that had been waiting for countless days in despair was also driven away.His hometown, his mother, his Mishua, his brother...all returned to his dream...

The red light shone in Clegane's eyes, and Zallion was crying badly, but he couldn't bear to blink.

...Don't wake up...Holding the man's back, he begged, don't let me wake up...

"Charlie,"

Clegane also hugged him tighter, his voice also became choked, "Where are you... tell me, where are you... I can hear you, as long as you speak, I can hear you."

"……I do not know I do not know……"

Clegane kissed him again, rubbing his back.

"What can you see? Around you?"

"……people……"

"people?"

"...People..." Zaarion tried hard to speak clearly, "...There are people everywhere, people everywhere..."

"I'm going to find you...don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of him," Clegane kissed the tip of his nose and sticking out his tiny tongue, "he can't take you away from me..."

The ice child just cried.

"...can you see the house outside, Charlie? Is it an Athenian or a Mycenaean?"

"I don't know...I can't see anything...He goes everywhere...He goes everywhere..."

"Those people, what are they talking about?"

"...I don't understand...but, but yesterday...someone seems to be able to speak...common, common language..."

"You said he goes everywhere...is he always on land?"

"I've been on a boat twice," cried more and more, "but no, it's not very swaying, I don't know which sea it is, maybe I just went out for a while and returned to the original place...

"elder brother……"

He kept tugging at his red robe.

"Brother...I'm sorry...I'm sorry, brother, don't go...I love you...I love you, I love you..."

The ground shook suddenly, the sky creaked, and began to collapse under the horrified sight of the two.

"...No...No..." Zaarion clung to the person in front of him tightly, "Help me, bro—help me! I don't want to go back—I don't want to go back!!!"

Clegane also tried his best to hold him in his arms, but the crying child turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared into this big dream cage.

Bouncing up from the ground, his nostrils were filled with the smell of flame soil, and his other hands were hugging him.

"My little brother is so strong, he will cry every night he sleeps." Komitis wiped away the ice child's tears, and the smile on his face was even more exaggerated than usual, "You should smile, you look good when you smile ... Hey... see? I knew that you would succeed..."

He held up Zalyon's hand so he could take a good look at his ice fingers.

After focusing for a long time, Zalian finally saw what had grown on his palm.

Because of too many breaks, his body was already overwhelmed, and ordinary solid ice no longer formed on his hands.After absorbing the life-saving power in the body, the brand new ice surface is clear and transparent without any impurities, as if it does not exist, you have to reach out and touch it to feel its existence.

"……Do not……"

Zallion, who finally understood what the other party wanted to do, tried to break free, but was pressed to the ground by the air current.Cometis grabbed his left wrist, admiring the brand new part like a work of art.

"No...no, no, no...no! Don't you-don't you!!!"

"Do you know what interesting stories were told by the defeated generals who came back to linger on half their lives after the prison was broken? ——On the battlefield, Lord Winter, whose name he had never heard of before, was able to use Ancient ice warfare... Do you know how... happy everyone was when they heard the news...?"

A slender ice blade stabbed out of Zalian's palm, and the man grabbed it and kissed his palm casually.

"If you are willing to cooperate, you don't have to suffer so much. Now you also know that even if you don't take the initiative to cooperate, I still have a way to get ancient ice from you, but the process is a bit long...you choose one, little baby. I hope you are smarter, and if you choose the right one, you will be rewarded."

The tears in Zalien's eyes faded, his face was still pale, but his expression changed from helplessness to anger.

"...You kill me, and I won't help you summon ancient ice. You all go dreaming. Traitor...you are Athena's dog."

Cometis seemed surprised.

"You made the wrong choice," he said, "and said the wrong thing."

The ice child made no sound.He stared, not letting his voice betray his fear when he saw the man draw a line in his palm.He didn't know how he did it, but when Cometis cut off his palm, he didn't even let out a scream, he just arched his body and gritted his teeth.

"You still have time to think again, little baby. When I succeed this time, I won't play with you a little bit."

Holding the broken palm, the man walked out of the iron gate.

... the common language.

Zallion grabbed the wooden bar in front of him, picked up the little consciousness left, and tried his best to listen to the laughing and scolding of these humans.

Everyone here speaks the Common Tongue...here...

This is no longer a remote village, but a large city-state...they wear exquisite clothes and comb their hair well.Everyone's movements are very large, and everyone is very contrived, making Zalien suspect that this is still a bit different from the big city-state: these people should be trying to make themselves live like the real nobles of the big city-state, but they lack a lot of Connotation.

Take a closer look at the accessories they wear, there are all kinds of gods... It really is not a famous city guarded by a main god.

The man in green sitting next to the wooden prison was particularly scary today, the hypocritical smile on his face disappeared, and he was annoyed by his refusal to let him be shut out without thinking the night before.

...a building...

Zalien really couldn't see the building. He was inside a huge tent, and the nobles had to pay a certain amount of money to come in and visit, and he saw a man with a big beard throwing a bag of gold coins to the demigod standing in front of his prison .The demigod glanced at Komitis on the peacock seat, and the latter waved his hand coldly.

Greedy eyes lit up in the man's eyes. He walked to the cage and began to pull on the chain.

Zallion naturally didn't move, no matter how hard the opponent tried, he couldn't pull him a little bit.Seeing the man's flushed face, Zalian sneered.

Suddenly he was cut in the back, and the huge force pushed him forward, sliding along the chain, and sticking to the wooden bar.

The man's hand reached between his thighs, kneading them back and forth.He wanted to cut off the hand with an ice blade, but his strength was suppressed by Komitis. He was overwhelmed just by fighting against the evil wind that whipped him, and he had no extra energy to push away the human beings.He knelt on the wooden board, his whole body was forced to press forward, and the man who didn't even hold the iron chain played with his lower body with both hands.

Zalien felt that his entire stomach was about to come out. He struggled with all his strength, and he was wearing a still skin while fighting fiercely with the wind monster. In the eyes of humans, he was as docile as a cat, kneeling in front of the cage, Don't move at all, let yourself go up and down.

Bingzi wanted to yell, but his jaw was blocked.All the sensations left on his body were the burning pain of the whip on his back, and the filth and nausea between his legs.

The man's movements became more and more excessive. He put his hand under the pleated robe. He couldn't see the boy's hidden parts, but he could touch them unscrupulously. This kind of restrained sexual stimulation made him start to lick his lips covered by the beard. .And he had never touched such skin, it was cold and moist, it could almost suck his hands firmly.

"... Comey... Tess..."

Zalyon finally begged for mercy, but the god had no intention of letting him go.

The rough fingers couldn't feel any reaction from the boy's place, so they probed further with a little dissatisfaction, trying to break through the small door at the back.

Zallion's struggle became violent again. This time, even the man could see the faint movement, thinking that his provocation had played a role, and he pulled even harder.

All the so-called nobles in the tent gathered here. Although the women covered their faces with exquisite cloths and cursed the boys in the prison in the most obscene language, they did not intend to leave and continued to watch.The men admired it even more blatantly, and they all began to weigh the gold in their pockets with a smile on their faces.

The man stretched out a hand into his underwear, and there were slight exclamations and smirks from the audience. Komitis pulled Zallion's hand out of the wooden prison so that the man could open his mouth to lick it.

There was nothing Zalyon could do but close his eyes and not see it all.

The strong smell of human disgust came to the nostrils, and the satisfied man still bit his index finger, sucking with aftertaste.The Ice Children never knew that these sanctimonious creatures could be so nasty when they were out in the open, more disgusting than the monsters they had no 'morals' to talk about.

After the gold master wiped his liquid on the inside of the boy's thigh, the power left the boy's back.

Zallion stepped back frantically, leaning against the other side of the carriage, using weak ice water to wash away the turbid white under his body and the mucus on his arms, trembling slightly.The man hammered the wagon twice hard, laughed gruffly, and walked back into the crowd, showing off his hands to his friend.