Iron Powder and Spellcaster

On June 20, after ten weeks of immobilization, tribal healers removed the wooden cast of Winters' left leg.

"Does it hurt?" Erlun asked distressedly.

Winters shook his head.

After two months, the severed and reconnected left leg was finally reunited with its owner.

The owner of the left leg has become a little fatter and looks much better - the herdsmen's diet is too high in fat and protein, and the originally sunken cheeks and eye sockets have almost visibly rebounded.

But the left leg became thinner and the muscles atrophied, making it look like a hemp stalk compared to its twin brother, the right leg.

The tribal healer pinched Winters' injury inch by inch.

Then he leaned on Winters' leg and tapped it with the mallet.

"[Hidden language] Erdun." The doctor respectfully said to Erlun: "[Kedd speaking] Batu can already walk."

Erlun was so happy that he took out many gold and silver jewelry and rewarded them to the doctor.

"How was it?" Winters asked calmly.

"He said you can walk."

Winters put his hands on the ground and was about to stand up.

As soon as he took a step, he lost his center of gravity and fell suddenly to his left.

Erlen exclaimed and went to help Winters.

But Winters moved his arms, struggled to regain his balance, and swayed in circles in the felt tent.

The doctor observed Winters' pace and asked: "[Herd] Batu, does your leg hurt?"

Erlun wanted to help but didn't dare to reach out. He stood beside Winters and translated for the doctor: "He asked if your leg hurts?"

"pain."

"[Herd] It hurts!" The doctor took out the plaster in the horn and explained: "[Herd] I haven't seen you for two months, and the mastiff doesn't recognize its owner, let alone the legs? They need to be pulled out slowly. To adapt to his legs, his legs also need to slowly adapt to him. Erdun must remember to apply medicine and massage Batu every day. If the bones are not crooked, the extraction will be fine."

Erlun sent the doctor away happily, and when he returned to the felt tent, he saw Winters putting on his boots.

Erlun was a little panicked and asked weakly: "What are you going to do?"

"The felt tent is too small. I'll go for a walk outside."

Winters struggled to put on his boots. His left leg was stiff and sore, making it difficult to move.

Erlun hurriedly brought a folding chair: "The doctor said you should take your time and not rush."

Winters laced up his boots in silence.

The felt curtain was opened and the little lion walked in.

"I heard that you can walk now?" the little lion said happily: "Let's go! I'll take you to take a bath!"

Erlun glanced at the little lion reproachfully: "He's not fully recovered yet!"

The little lion looked left and right: "Isn't this pretty good looking? It's not crooked."

After hearing the little lion's words, Winters stopped moving his hands.

For two months, he almost only moved within three meters of the felt tent.

In addition to daily washing, cleaning the body depends on wiping with a wet towel.

When he was initially unconscious, Erlun wiped his body, but after Winters regained consciousness, he did it himself.

He really wanted to take a quick bath. If there was no hot water, cold water would do.

Winters looked at the little lion and nodded slowly.

Erlun couldn't resist the two men and silently helped Winters get dressed.

At first glance, Winters now looks almost like a Hurd: he wears a slanted robe, leather boots, and his beard and hair have not been taken care of for two months and are growing naturally.

Only his eyes were very melancholy, without the bold and unrestrained temperament of the Hud people.

The little lion brought a horse and let it lie down on the ground with a gentle call, so that Winters could easily get on the saddle.

"Are you still getting used to it?" the little lion asked with a smile.

Winters pulled the reins lightly and nodded slightly.

The Hurds didn't use iron bits, and luckily Winters didn't use them either.

The two walked slowly at first, then faster and faster, and finally almost galloped all the way to the river.

There was a pile of clothes thrown on the river bank, and many men were having a water fight in the water.

The people having the water fight looked like grown men, but they were playing like children at the moment.

"Let's go!" The little lion jumped out of the saddle and took off his clothes excitedly: "Let's go down too."

Just as he took off his robe, the little lion suddenly remembered that Winters had difficulty with his legs and feet, and helped Winters dismount.

Winters was obviously hesitant, but he didn't refuse.

He slowly took off his clothes, folded them, and staggered into the river.

The river water is so cold that the hair on your body stands up the moment you touch it.

But once you get used to the water temperature, it's not a big deal and it actually makes you feel comfortable.

Winters went deeper and deeper, and the buoyancy of the water reduced the burden on his left leg, making the pain in his left leg slightly less severe.

Yes, it’s soreness. He felt no pain, just a soreness that felt like overexertion.

The men in the water did not notice that two more people joined in - in fact, there were always people joining in - they were shouting and having a water fight, wrestling, fishing and swimming in the water.

Winters took up the river water and slowly scrubbed his body.

The man next to him laughed and jumped over, splashing water on his face.

Winters' muscles all over his body suddenly tensed up, and he suddenly looked up at the other person.

The man in front of him hadn't realized that Winters could be violent and hurt anyone at any time, so he was still laughing and throwing water at him.

Winters was stunned.

Because this man who poured water on him and laughed like a child was none other than the hero of the wasteland, the warrior of the tribes, and the leader of the Red River tribe - White Lion.

Two mortal enemies on the battlefield met each other naked like this.

Winters' eyes were inevitably drawn to the scars on the white lion's body.

The white lion's body had been almost reduced to a sieve, with no piece larger than two palms intact.

The most common ones are the spots left by arrows, then the streaks left by swords, and a few shocking gunshot wounds.

But what about Winters himself? It's the same as the white lion, just with fewer scars.

The white lion noticed something strange about the person in front of him. He held his waist and panted, and asked with a smile: "[Hud language] Why haven't I seen you before?"

Winters couldn't understand what the other person was saying, and even if he did, he couldn't answer.

It was the first time for the white lion to meet him, and it was the third time for him to meet the white lion.

It's just that the two sides were sworn enemies in the first two times, and his face was hidden under his helmet. This was the first time he had "candidly meet each other".

Silence is like invisible sound waves, spreading rapidly in all directions.

The men playing in the water stopped one after another, and everyone felt the change in the atmosphere.

The riverside, which was full of laughter just now, suddenly fell into deathly silence.

The air seemed to be frozen, and everyone was looking at the white lion and the strange man in front of the white lion.

"[Herd] I caught a fish!" The little lion's head emerged from the water, and a fine salmon struggled in his hand. He laughed happily: "[Herd] Look what this is. !”

No one spoke.

The little lion shook the water on his head, his smile became stiff, and he realized that something was wrong.

"[Hede language] Brother! Let's grill the fish!" The little lion clutched the fish tail and fluttered to the white lion's side, explaining quickly: "This is the person I'm talking to you about."

The white lion nodded gently to the strange man and greeted the others: "[Herd] Don't worry, it's just a small misunderstanding."

The people around him relaxed and continued playing in the water. But the atmosphere has become strange, and it is no longer what it was before.

The white lion sighed and nodded to Winters again.

He slowly walked to the river bank, sat down on the beach, and let the wind dry the water droplets on his body.

The little lion whispered to Winters: "I was rash. My brother just came back and I wanted you to come see him quickly."

Winters shook his head and continued to clean himself.

It was getting dark.

Someone brought some sheep, slaughtered them on the shore, cut the meat, and lit a fire.

One part of the mutton is cooked in a pot, and the other part is threaded and roasted.

Everyone in the Chihe tribe washed away their dust, walked up to the river bank laughing and joking, and naturally participated in the preparation of food.

Some people went to collect firewood, some were cutting meat, and some were tending the bonfire. It was a lively scene, but Winters sat silently on the river bank.

The meat is cut into small pieces and grilled, so it cooks quickly.

It's just that there aren't many trees growing in the wilderness, and there are few branches that can be used to pierce flesh, so this method is not common.

Fortunately, some poor shrubs can be found where the sediment accumulates in nearby river bends.

I don’t know how many years it took for these shrubs to multiply to reach their current size. Anyway, today they are all turned into fuel and meat sticks.

The little lion pulled his brother to talk to Winters.

The three of them sat on the shore, looking at the dark black water in the night, not knowing what to say.

Winters suddenly said: "Why don't you kill me?"

The little lion was startled.

"I didn't save you." White Lion replied.

"Why don't you kill me?"

The white lion didn't answer.

"Do you know that I am what you call the 'Chosen One'?" Winters stared at the white lion and asked.

"Have heard a little bit."

"If I do it now, all of you here will not survive."

"Um."

"Why don't you kill me?"

A look of horror appeared on the little lion's face. He wanted to stop Winters, but he didn't dare to interrupt casually.

"Have you not taken action yet?"

Winters asked word for word: "Why don't you kill me?"

"I don't know either. The bird is driven into the grass by the kite, and the grass will protect it." The white lion fell backwards and lay on its back on the slope. It looked nothing like a barbarian chieftain who controlled tens of thousands of strings, but more like a barbarian chieftain who controlled tens of thousands of strings. Ordinary Shepherd: "Once we see each other as 'people', it's hard to kill each other."

"But I killed many of your people...many."

"I also killed your people, many, many." The white lion's brown eyes were lowered: "Of course people have hatred, and hatred makes people feel comfortable. Hatred does not make people painful, only understanding the enemy is painful. If I stab him now With two swords, you will feel much more comfortable. We have become enemies again, so we just need to try our best to kill each other."

This time it was Winters' turn to be silent.

After a long while, Winters spoke: "Can you understand the Platoans? Can you understand that they are coming to kill you, your people?"

"I understand, but that doesn't mean I agree. I understand, so I'm more determined."

"I know what you mean, and I know what you want to say." Winters spoke faster and faster: "You keep telling me that you are not savages, you are also human beings and live life. But It doesn’t make sense, you know? It doesn’t make sense!”

The white lion and the little lion listened quietly.

Winters became more and more agitated: "If I were not taken to Plato and we could become friends, I would invite you to my home! But I came to Plato and I stood in that position. It makes no sense, whether you are barbarians or not barbarians, it makes no sense! You..."

The white lion stretched out his hand to signal Winters to stop. He sighed and said, "You don't have to think so much. Let me ask you, if you meet me on the battlefield, will you keep your hand?"

Winters shook his head.

"Me neither, but the war is over."

"It's just for now."

"Then just muddle along."

"If you don't kill me, one day I might kill you."

"Then let's wait until that day comes."

Winters fell silent again.

"I'm not advising you to give up your hatred. I still have the strongest hatred for the Platoans." White Lion looked into Winters' eyes: "It's just that you have to make yourself feel better, no matter what method you use. You have saved My sister and brother, they saved you again, that’s what happened.”

"Hestas and the others paid the blood money, and the little lion doesn't owe me anything."

Bai Shi shook his head slightly: "You think it's a transaction, but I think it's a bond. It just happened. Who knows what else fate has arranged for us?

We don't know each other, but seeing you reminds me of myself many years ago. There was a man who killed my father; the same man saved my mother, brother and sister. How should I feel about him? I don't know either.

We are carried along by the river, and our pain, thoughts, and struggles are not important to the river. Everyone comes here like this, and only a few people finally have the opportunity to change the direction of the river. If one day you have the opportunity to influence the direction of the river, I hope you will not forget what you thought today.

And now...you just have to make yourself feel better. "

Winters chewed on the White Lion's words.

Like an elder brother, the white lion patted Winters' arm gently: "Go get some meat, it's delicious. The little lion made a mistake, you won't stay here. Heal your leg injury and then leave. Bar."

After that, the white lion got up and walked towards the bonfire.

"What about you! Have you changed the direction of the river?" Winters shouted at the back of the white lion.

"Not yet." White Lion didn't even look back: "But I have never forgotten who I was in the past."

Winters stood there blankly for a long, long time.

The little lion didn't understand what the two men were talking about, so he gently tugged on Winters' sleeve: "Let's go, I'll take you to eat meat."

Winters suddenly sprinted towards the white lion.

The little lion didn't even have time to stop him, and no one else had time to stop him.

The White Lion's "Nake'er" and "Nayan" were shocked and either grabbed the knife or pounced on Winters with their bare hands.

But Winters didn't do anything and didn't hurt anyone.

He stood in front of the white lion and said calmly: "I want to buy the same thing as you."

"Continue." The white lion lowered his head and cut the meat.

"Plato prisoners, all."

"price."

"Two tons of gold."

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When Winters returned to Erlun's felt tent, it was completely dark.

The white lion neither agreed nor refused.

He just laughed and handed Winters a piece of meat.

A little light shined from the felt tent, obviously Erlun was waiting for his return.

Winters opened the felt tent, and the cold hairs all over his body suddenly stood up, and the strong wind swirled past his body.

A huge thing rushed towards him.

Winters was caught off guard and was knocked down.

The behemoth opened its bloody mouth, and the strong stench almost made Winters faint.

Then the giant creature began to lick Winters' face, its barbed tongue as rough as sandpaper.

Winters slapped the opponent on the head: "Get out!"

The giant creature whimpered in grievance, angrily tucked its tail and walked away.

Inside the felt tent were three people whom Winters had never expected to appear: Ciel, the little hunter and the old magic stick.

This should be considered daily, right? (convinced)

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