Click, click.

The sound of the scythe struck flint.

Fireless ash burned again, and Winters woke up from his coma.

His body was drowsy and painful. He tried hard to open his eyes, but his vision was blurred.

His vision was blurred and his consciousness was also blurred. He smelled a pleasant smell of milk.

Winters' nose wings fluttered and he thought in a daze: "Is it true that heaven really exists? Or is it milky?"

His vision gradually recovered, and a strange thing became clear in his eyes: it was a wheel, composed of dozens of thin spokes, covered with cloth, and faintly shining light.

It's really weird.

Soon, Winters' thinking ability gradually recovered and he began to be able to think.

He concluded that this was not heaven—unless God also lives in a tent!

What kind of wheels are there? It is clearly the dome of the tent, and he is lying in a felt tent.

Winters immediately became alert, moving his body to observe the situation around him.

Suddenly, a torn pain came from his left calf, which made his forehead sweat.

Winters gritted his teeth without making a sound.

He was sure that he had fallen into the hands of the Hudd, and his instinct made him want to hide it.

But it hurts so much! It hurts so much that it seems that the left leg is no longer growing on him!

The dirty medical center...the mud mixed with blood and soil...the sawed arms and legs piled up into hills... "Don't let them saw my arms!" Andrey begged, crying and begging: "Wentes!"...

These scenes suddenly appeared in his mind, and a great sense of fear tightly held his heart: "Do I..."

Winters had never been so scared, and he tried his best to touch his left leg and left foot.

Fortunately, they were all there, Winters breathed a long sigh of relief and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Someone outside seemed to hear the movement inside the tent, and the curtain was lifted.

"Oh no," Winters thought.

A young girl in a narrow robe of embroidered Hed came in.

Seeing Winters opening his eyes, Miss Hurd smiled and her eyes were curved: "Are you awake?"

She smiled and the felt tent became brighter-it was really bright because someone removed the cover of the skylight.

Wintersbon thought that the one who was waiting for him was a fully armed guard, but he never thought it would be such a girl.

He stood there in a daze, not knowing how to react.

"Are you thirsty? Are you cold? Do you want to eat?" The strange girl approached Winters, took another blanket and put Winters on her back so that he could support her to sit down.

Winters was tense and highly vigilant. He didn't know the other person, and in his opinion the other person was acting on his own.

He stared in the strange girl's eyes, like a wounded beast falling into a pit.

But the strange girl seemed very familiar with taking care of Winters, and naturally.

Taking advantage of the other party's chance to turn around, Winters carefully checked the felt tent with his eyes.

The wooden skeleton is covered with leather - a typical felt tent structure, but it is much smaller than the felt tent he had seen for offering sacrifices to heaven.

The ground of the felt tent was covered with thick blankets, and at this moment he was lying on the blanket, and the Huds seemed not to sleep in the bed.

An iron furnace stand in the middle of the felt tent, Winters couldn't believe his eyes,

There was an iron furnace in the center, and Winters couldn't believe that his eyes were actually the "Soya furnace" created by Berryon.

It is not new, but old, with traces of Winters' use.

He and his friends once cooked noodles around the iron stove and passed on a bottle of strong wine.

There is a copper pot on the iron stove, and the "guru" cooks things inside, and the aroma of milk comes from there.

Miss Hurd picked up the copper pot, poured a bowl of hot milk, and brought it to the small table next to Winters' pillow: "Don't drink it for now, it's hot."

There was also a golden plate on the small table.

In the golden plate is a piece of cooked lamb spine meat, a small plate of salt, and a small knife with silver handles inlaid with gemstones.

knife!

Miss Hurd turned and walked to the stove, raised a few pieces of dry cow dung and added it to the stove, and poked the fire a little more vigorously.

Winters wanted to get a knife, but his limbs were too stiff.

Before he could reach out, Miss Hurd suddenly turned around and came back.

Miss Hurd brought a small stool and sat next to Winters. She held the milk bowl and blew it gently.

"Do you like milk skin?" she smiled warmly.

"You...you can speak the common language?" Winters asked hoarsely.

Miss Hurd actually spoke in a common language and had no accent.

Miss Hurd nodded slightly.

"Where did you learn it?" Winters asked again. He hadn't spoken for too long, and his vocal cords seemed to be stuck.

Miss Hurd was about to speak when a rough male voice sounded outside the tent interrupted her.

"[Hed] Qing'er, is that kid dead?"

A strong man with a red face broke into the felt tent and a cold wind was swept in.

The strong man with red faces intersected Winters' eyes, and both of his pupils suddenly spread.

"Monkey's butt face." Winters' thoughts were like lightning: "Have I fallen into Terdun's hands?"

The fire-growing man's face became even redder, as if he could drip bleeding.

Because he saw that "Palatubalatuer" not only did not die, but also woke up from his coma.

Because he saw "Qing'er" sitting next to each other with a bowl of hot milk.

The fire-grower's hand reached towards the hilt.

"[Herd] Mother! Mother! Go and call the little lion!" The strange girl shouted at the outside of the tent, and she stretched out her arms to protect Winters: "[Herd] What's your ability to bully him at this time?"

Winters tried to enter the casting state, and the intense phantom pain made him unable to concentrate.

He was not surprised that this situation occurred. When he pushed himself to the limit again and again, he was mentally prepared.

If you cannot use magic, it does not mean that you will be left alone.

While the fire-grower's attention was distracted, Winters took away the knife in the plate without saying a word and hid it in the palm of his hand.

Considering the situation of the left leg, it is impossible to dodge the opponent's attack.

Winters is ready to grab the opponent's arm while the firer pierces his abdomen, and stabs it into the opponent's neck and cuts it open.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! He was only worried that the muscles would be too stiff and not enough to complete the counterattack. So he moved his wrist gently and slowly recovered his strength.

Winters himself failed to realize that his mentality had undergone a huge change.

His body left the battlefield, but his spirit was still there. He had already regarded himself as a dead person, and it would be profitable to replace one.

The fire-grower and the stranger were arguing fiercely.

Winters listened carefully, he couldn't understand what the two were saying, but he could tell that the strange girl was protecting him.

He also heard the girl say the word "Ahachi".

"Little Lion?" He briefly analyzed the situation and concluded: "This is the territory of the Chihe tribe."

The fire-grower fell into a disadvantage in the quarrel. He held the hilt of the knife, kicked open the curtain, and left in a furious manner.

Miss Hurd sat back on the stool, picked up the milk bowl, and blew it gently.

As she blew, she began to shed tears.

"Why are you crying?" Winters didn't know what to say.

"Nothing." Miss Hurd wiped away her tears and took the milk to Winters' lips: "It's possible to drink it, you can drink a little."

Winters raised his stiff arm and took the milk bowl in panic: "I'll do it myself."

"Okay, you can do it yourself."

I don’t know how long it took to bed, but Winters’ muscles were particularly stiff and sore. He didn’t drink a bowl of milk into his mouth, but he sprinkled half of it.

Miss Hurd brought him a scarf and wiped it.

At this moment, another person walked into the felt tent.

The person who comes speaks is also a common word, but the accent is much stiffer.

The visitor smiled and asked, "Why are you busy?"

Winters saw the visitor's face clearly, his expression gradually calmed down, and he became calm: "It's you?"

"It's me." The visitor nodded.

Winters would not admit his mistake. How could he forget someone who almost killed him?

Although the other party has become taller, stronger, and has worn better robes, the stubbornness in his bones has not decreased by a little bit compared to the past.

It seemed as if a transparent glass door was broken in my mind, and Winters was awakened: the slave boy in the dim long house of Akihiro Island, the little lion - the white lion's younger brother.

"What should I call you?" Winters simply lay down.

The little lion sat cross-legged next to Winters: "You can do whatever you want, hey, you, kid."

"Then I call you Lion?"

The little lion scratched the back of his head: "Every time I hear this name, I feel ashamed. How can I be a lion?"
To be continued...