Frost Wings

mountains.

Decadence, failure, fear.

The leather armor was covered with burns and scars, and the red cloak was torn and shattered, scattered on the mountain road.

They were once the most elite warriors of the Empire, but now they are like a horde of defeated roosters.

"Major Ma, Maluk," the adjutant reported in a low voice, "Brothers are dying."

"I know they can't do it, so can't I actually." The brown-haired young officer's blue eyes were full of exhaustion, and the medium stature was stooped, looking like a dwarf.

He jokingly spoke, his left hand clenched his fist and hammered his legs twice, but his right hand did not let go of the hilt of the sword, and at the same time looked back alertly.

He looked at the adjutant's dull face and sighed: "But dear adjutant, you have to think about it, if we really can't do it, we will be chased by the long ears behind and hacked to death, so we can do it."

"However, some people have already started to escape." The adjutant said dejectedly: "Sir, I did not enforce the military law, sorry."

"Don't worry about them, we are also running away." Colonel Maluk looked at the sky, the bright galaxy shone on the earth, and the huge seven planets were clearly visible in the sky.

He glanced at it and stopped talking. The adjutant took a breath and looked at the ground where snow began to appear, his expression gradually lost.

"Hey!" Almost stepping on a dangerous stone, the adjutant came back to his senses, looked at the frowning officer, and shook his head: "Thank you sir."

"It's nothing. Actually, I don't think I should call you. If you fall, you may have a better chance of surviving." It's over tonight, Adjutant."

The adjutant was silent for a long time. He also looked at the light below the mountain, and then looked at the sky. He finally sighed and shook his head a little dejectedly: "Major, the empire has really failed, an irreversible failure."

"You should have confidence in humans." The major said, "We will call back one day. Your Majesty has already retreated in time, right? If Long Ears catches up, let us use our last lives to buy some time for His Majesty. , although I don't know if it's worth it right now."

The words of infidelity spread, and many soldiers looked firm, but surprisingly did not refute.

"I don't know if it's worth it, Major." The adjutant smiled bitterly: "The war is fought year after year, and the results of the battle are always disappointing. Can we really defeat those long-eared elves?"

"Relax, they have fewer people than us. They will take advantage of us when we are weak. When we are strong, they will come back."

"I hope so." The adjutant nodded, but saw the major suddenly stop.

"Sir, what's the matter?" the adjutant asked curiously.

"Do you think our physical strength and provisions can still cross the mountain in front?" The major asked with a sigh, looking at the snow-covered mountain in the distance.

The adjutant looked at the rugged mountain road and shook his head blankly.

"Then take a rest, and at the speed of long ears, it will take about three hours to catch up." The major looked at the position of the polar star. He was born in a famous family, has a family background, and knows how to use the seasons and the starry sky to judge the time: "Two hours of rest, then prepare for battle."

The adjutant nodded, with a trace of sadness on his face.

...

The crackling campfire lit up, and the little boy in rags leaned against the firefly and took out the apple pie in his bag.

Apple pie is a popular delicacy in mainland China. The apple pie in the north is salty, and the apple pie in the south is sweet. The boy looked at the apple pie with a lot of sugar, and then looked at the hard biscuits in the hands of the soldier next to him, frowned, and got up to put the apple pie. It was broken into pieces, stuffed into the hands of every soldier, and finally sat next to the major.

"Thank you." The major thanked in a low voice: "Mr. Taber, if you can survive, maybe you can become a good general in the future."

"Maluk, there is no son here." The little boy said: "Why stop? Is it because we can't get through?"

"Yes, there is the most dangerous barrier in the Jeor Mountains in front of us, and there is the pursuit of the Somor people, we can't get through it." The major said in a deep voice.

"I'm the one who got you down, major," the little boy said apologetically.

"No, you have done a good job and have persisted until now." Major Maluk touched the little boy's head: "Besides, I promised the general that I must protect you with my life."

"Thank you for your faithfulness, Major." The little boy said solemnly: "The Thomor will catch up after a while, please give me a sword, I feel the call from Songard."

"It's a pity, I'm not a Nord." Maluk shook his head: "But each soul will have a destination, you see, they all took out the idols, those soldiers are praying to Akai, and some are praying to Ji Naris prays, and Ah Jin, uh~ I never knew he actually believed in the devil, but it doesn't matter at this time, you see, the adjutant is the most interesting, he actually worships Magnus, did he still Ever wanted to be a magician?"

"Ha! If it weren't for the **** war! I might already be a mage now." The adjutant laughed: "Major, young master, don't look at me like this, I was recognized as smart back then, but unfortunately my family was too poor to buy it. When it comes to immunity, Shino doesn't look down on me."

He raised his palm, chanted a spell gently, and a flame burned in his hand.

"WOO~" the little boy exclaimed: "I also want to learn this, but my father won't let him. He said that this is something that only soft-legged chickens study, and the Nords better not touch it! If I survive tonight, I must learn it later."

"Ha! Soft-legged chicken." Maluk laughed, suddenly looking at the **** statue on the ground, his expression changed: "Wait, why is this thing a bit strange, do you see his shadow?"

"Huh?" The faces of the little boy and the adjutant changed at the same time, and they really saw that under the flames in the adjutant's hand, the shadow under the statue of Magnos was not opposite to the light, but turned a corner, like a black arrow Usually points to a bush below the hillside.

"This is a revelation, a revelation from Lord Magnos." The adjutant's expression became solemn.

"Has that grove been searched?" The major called for a soldier.

"No, sir, we'll go immediately." The soldier said in a tired voice.

"Let's have a look together." The major and the adjutant winked at each other, ordered the soldier to sit down, and walked quietly towards the bushes.

Major Maluk frowned, and began to wonder what exactly attracted Magnus' instructions. On this continent, the appearance of miracles is almost commonplace.

Could it be that he saw that his team was in a desperate situation, and this great father of the sun, star mage, king of engineers, master of the stars and magic, wanted to help them?

He got excited.

Although I don't know what this great **** has seen in them, this kind of **** will never give instructions to people who are about to die. Can he survive tonight?

What exactly is it?

A mysterious black indicator flashed on the surface. Even if there was no light, there were still light spots like starlight attached to the arrow. Glittering among the dense snowberry bushes, the adjutant couldn't help but poke away the branches, and then froze with Maluk.

A strange man was lying in the middle of the bushes. He was wearing a white armor. He couldn't see any material. Maluk frowned and touched it. He couldn't tell if it was metal or leather. .

He looked at the young man's face. White hair was a rare feature, not found in most human races in Tamriel. His facial features were not like Imperials, not like Skyrims, nor Redguards, and cloth. The Laytons are a bit like that, but Maluk immediately denies it.

Brightonians don't have the spirit of youth.

He lay there on his back, with an incomparably graceful bearing, like a sleeping emperor, making people unable to contempt. The armor on his body is not as exaggerated as those used by imperial generals. It looks plain in style, but it makes people feel a little different. An awe-inspiring deterrent.

This person must be a leader, or a highly skilled powerhouse.

Major Malook made an immediate judgment.

"Why is there anyone here?" The adjutant looked around with a very strange expression.

"Maybe it was a gift from His Majesty Magnus." Maluk shrugged. "But his luck is not very good. It seems that he will die with us."

"Can't it be the messenger of His Majesty Magnus? Demons and Protoss?" The little boy interjected: "Look at how cool his armor is! Much better than the bells and whistles of the Imperial Army and Thalmor with long ears. "

"Devil? When the lord of the demon race arrives in the human world, he will not be able to resist the thousands of troops, unless he is the demon **** in person, creating annihilation like Dagon in the previous era. But where do so many demon gods come from? How can His Majesty Magnos have them? Dagon is so crazy? Destroying the world he participated in creating." Maluk said: "Perhaps His Majesty Magnus didn't make the right person to issue the oracle, and this person will die with us."

"Really?" The little boy Tabor was a little disappointed: "So leave him here?"

"Save it~www.wuxiahere.com~" Maluk said, "It's useless to keep our medicine. "

"But why did he faint?" Maluk frowned and reached out to the young man's neck, only to see that the armor automatically popped out and blocked his hand, which made Maluk startled. After changing positions, he and his adjutant dragged him back to the temporary camp.

The young man on the road seemed to snort, and then fell silent. Maluk secretly sighed in relief, knowing that the young man was fine and that he would wake up after a while.

Is it really a good thing to force such a guy to face death soberly?

Maluk suddenly began to suspect that the Somo army seldom left alive when chasing, especially when the target of the pursuit included the emperor, it might be more merciful to him to let the young man die in a coma and confused.

But from a man's point of view, there is nothing wrong with facing fate soberly.

I hope this armor is not a bluff, and don't be hysterical when you wake up.

Weighing the young man's light weight, Maluk thought.