Mercenaries and Adventurers

"Well."

Kil opened his eyes with a groan of pain.

There was darkness in front of him, and little white lights flashed at the same time. His whole body ached, especially his back, where there was a burning pain, as if the skin on his entire back had been ripped off.

Moving his hands and feet with difficulty, Kil raised his hand and touched his head.

Fortunately, it turned out that he was not blind, but that the helmet on his head was twisted ninety degrees, and the original eye frame hole of the visor was on the side of his left ear.

The last thing he remembered was the fluffy wolf face of the werewolf flying towards him.

Thinking about it at this time, the big tree should have thrown the werewolf as a weapon, but he did not avoid it in advance.

"Ugh." He groaned in pain and twisted the helmet back.

There was also a burning pain in my ears, as if someone had twisted my ears back and forth more than ten times. Keir estimated that when his helmet rotated due to the impact, he might have scratched his ear.

After Kiel straightened his helmet, he could finally see the outside world through his visor.

It was already bright at this time, although it was still cloudy and cloudy as is common in winter, and the lighting was insufficient. But it's much better than last night when I could only rely on weapon lighting.

Werewolves can see at night, an ability he has found to be unquestionable. Therefore, when fighting the opponent, it is best not to start the fight at a time when the opponent is in an advantage and your own disadvantage is not.

He regretted that he shouldn't have pursued the werewolf in such a hurry to complete the task last night. The werewolves would attack him anyway, so if they fought during the day, the situation would be more favorable to him.

Just as Kil was lying on the ground enduring the pain in his body and reviewing his mistakes last night, there was a sound of gasping from a huge beast on the ground not far from him.

"Whirring whirring."

The wheezing gradually became stronger and stronger. This made Kil, whose ears were still ringing, slightly push himself up and turn his head to look at the place where the wheezing came from.

It's Wolf the werewolf!

And his horse, which had died tragically.

The body was broken into two sections, and it was broken by the werewolf while it was still alive.

With a thought in his heart, Kil held his sword in the snow beside him and hunted, 'Kill it, what a good opportunity! ’ He thought in his mind, and at the same time, his body immediately acted like this.

He endured the pain in his body and used his long sword as a crutch to prop himself up and stood up.

But as soon as he stood up, large white light spots burst out in front of his eyes, just like an old-fashioned TV with no signal. These light spots suddenly appeared and disappeared, and swayed from side to side as he stood unsteadily.

Bang, he fell into the soft snow next to him again.

Reluctantly lying down, Kil looked at the werewolf.

The werewolf also turned his head to look at Kil with heavy breathing.

"Hey, Kil. Haha, we meet again!" The werewolf covered in horse blood got up from his flesh and blood, sat down on the ground and looked over.

"I really endured a lot of hospitality from you last night." The werewolf said viciously, and then pointed at his own pair of golden beast eyes with his restored hand.

Kil snorted disdainfully, lifted up his helmet visor with his left hand, and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. Then at the moment when the opponent was furious, the right hand holding the sword was slightly raised, and the tip of the long sword was slightly pointed at the werewolf.

Before the other party could react, a dazzling white light illuminated the surrounding forest. The white light reflected off the snow on the ground towards the sky, illuminating a large area of ​​the low-hanging clouds in the sky.

Even if the werewolf closed his eyes when he realized something was wrong, the blessing ability containing the power of the Sun God was not a trick that could be avoided like this.

"Ah!!! Damn it! Damn it! It's this move again! My eyes! Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill! You!" The werewolf screamed in pain, and then swore to kill. Got this guy Kiel.

Kil chuckled lowly for a while, and then prepared to stand up and kill the werewolf Wolf.

But Kiln didn't expect that although the werewolf was also injured in the previous collision, during the time when the two were unconscious, the other party's recovery ability was much stronger than Kiln.

Even though his eyes were extremely painful and he couldn't see anything, Wolfman locked his ears on Kil's breathing. Its legs hit the horse and were completely shattered. It was unlikely to recover in a short time, but its hands were very strong.

The sharp claws that re-grown on the eight fingers are one centimeter longer. Although they are still very short, it is still no problem to kill someone with them as hard and sharp.

As long as it can pass.

The werewolf Wolf thought so. He cursed Kil, but dug his claws into the ground with his arms, and used the power of his arms to drag his entire werewolf body towards Kil.

The thin but far stronger arms than humans easily pulled the werewolf's body, crawling straight towards Keir.

"Death, Kil. I'm going to twist your whole head off and throw it back to the village. Your heart must be delicious, ah, I can't wait." He said some nonsense to comfort himself, the werewolf Wolf closed his eyes tightly but crawled over quickly with great energy.

Judging from the movement, he must not be an opponent in close combat at this time.

Kil gasped violently and pushed himself to stand up.

The long sword that is usually quite heavy and reliable in the hand for hunting seems to be heavier than a person at this time.

With difficulty, he raised the sword high above his head. Kil looked at the werewolf crawling towards him, thinking about when to strike the sword.

But Kiel's plan failed. He seemed to feel Kiel's unobstructed murderous intention, and heard Kiel's movements from Kiel's movements. Werewolf Wolf stopped three meters away from Keir.

"Haha, you must be thinking of bad ideas again."

After taunting him, the werewolf closed his arms and rolled up the snow on the ground with his broad palms, forming a snowball as big as a child's head.

Then it threw the snowball, but it hit Keir in the middle of the chest with great accuracy.

If it were normal, Kil would naturally be stunned by such a joke-like snowball attack, and he would also use snowballs to retaliate.

But the previous impact caused him considerable pain, and his internal organs were obviously injured.

After being hit by the snowball, he could no longer stand still and fell backwards while gasping for breath.

boom.

He fell into the snow behind him.

Hearing Kil's fall, the werewolf didn't rush up directly. Apparently, he was hit by Kil's moves twice in a row, forcing him to be cautious. The cruelty and recklessness after transforming into a werewolf have now been suppressed by Ruf Wolf as a human soul, and the cautious lurker is back.

After all, this human character and soul are the true masters of the body that tame the beastly soul.

It formed another snowball and threw it towards the place where Keir fell. Although it couldn't see it, it could hear exactly where Kil fell.

After two attempts, he could only hear Kil's breathing, but the werewolf did not rush forward to fight.

The wolf's mouth showed its regrown teeth and laughed: "Hey hey hey, what are you preparing for? I am very patient, I am a werewolf! My eyes will see things again in less than half a day, and I will kill your horse's legs. , it won’t take a day to barely move around. I’m very patient, but what about you?”

Kil no longer spared any energy to pretend, and once again borrowed the long sword to stand up, using the long sword as a crutch, and staggered towards the direction where he sensed the fall of Yuoshui's head and the two-handed axe.

He turned to look at his horse and said one last thank you and one last apology.

Hearing the stumbling footsteps of Kil's running away, the werewolf first cautiously tested it with a snowball, and it was confirmed that Kil's was indeed running away. Then it used its ears to distinguish the sound, and crawled and chased after him with all its strength.

-

Kil endured the severe pain in his body and frequently turned his head to look at the werewolf chasing behind him.

Although the werewolf looked awkward crawling on the ground, dragging its legs and crawling only on one pair of arms, it was actually not slow.

Kil deliberately moved around the surrounding trees and shrubs, so that the werewolf had to hit the tree trunks again and again, and fell headlong into the thorny shrubs.

But after all, these are just some small tricks to hinder the other party, and they will not cause any significant obstruction trouble.

The real key is whether Kiel can find a chance to defeat the opponent before his eyes recover from blindness and his legs can simply walk. Or, temporarily find a safe place to fix it.

He held the long sword upside down in his right hand and used it as an overly heavy walking stick while Kil took out his Saturn emblem from the gap in his armor's neck with his left hand. There is still a lot of Saturn's divine power that he can clearly sense inside the badge, which should be able to heal some of his injuries.

Unfortunately, the healing effect of this thing on diseases and the like is far better than restoring the pain on the body. After all, this thing is not specifically used to heal injuries.

But it is also the only recovery method Kiel can rely on at this time.

Until this moment, Kil regretted that there were no more effective treatment methods. He originally thought that he was well prepared and should have a certain ability to deal with most things.

At this point, he is still far behind.

He was not directly attacked, but the impact of being knocked off his horse severely weakened him at this time. If he could have the abilities of Lanissa Knight, not to mention the super fighting power, but the ability to still maintain tenacious fighting strength after being seriously injured, he would be very envious.

After all, unlike in stories and games, combat ability in reality is strongest when the body is at its best without any injuries. It is impossible for a person to fight back with remaining blood and become stronger the more he is injured.

After all, he had lost so much blood and was dizzy and his legs were weak. It was impossible for him to be able to wield a weapon in such a desperate situation.

If you can stand still and not fall down, you are a very tenacious guy.

Of course, this is limited to normal humans, not including werewolf monsters chasing behind them.

The injuries sustained last night were much better by this time or in the morning. This is really the first time that Kiel has seen this kind of monster-level recovery ability.

If he had known this would happen, he would not have been so trusting when he was in the village.

Call on the young shepherds from the Church of the Lord of Rivers and Lakes whose strength is unknown but must be very strong, and call on the militia in the village. They unexpectedly surrounded the opponent in the room. Without such a troublesome and dangerous battle, the werewolf Wolf would have been defeated and hacked to death long ago. Perhaps, by this time he had already finished dealing with the sunken fish matter and was bragging and drinking heavily in the tavern.

Shaking his head, Kil refused to let these annoying thoughts occupy his mind. The more he thinks like this, the more his strong will weakens. Whether he can withstand the physical strength and pain at this time is another matter. After this negative thought weakens his will, whether he can lift the sword to slash at Werewolves are hard to guarantee.

Cowardly thoughts might corrode his will, causing him to kneel down and beg for mercy, begging the man-eating monster behind him to spare his life.

Even he knew that at this point in the battle, only one of the two would survive. But those who give up their weapons will only pursue that small possible opportunity.

He won't put down his sword.

Kil clenched the hilt of the long sword in his hands, as well as the emblem of the God of Agriculture.

The slight energy recovery from the sword hilt to the palm of his hand continued. Although it was not much, it still continued to replenish his physical strength and give him the motivation to keep moving forward.

Although the healing power transmitted by the palm-sized Saturn badge was not accurate and professional, it still healed the pain caused by the impact.

His ears no longer buzzed, and the flashing white light in front of his eyes continued to decrease. From time to time, he could feel some coolness on his burning back, and as time passed, the pain was gradually replaced by numbness.

The nausea caused by the impact in the chest and abdomen was gradually disappearing. Although it would break out from time to time, Kil breathed carefully and could still try not to cause long-term discomfort.

He occasionally turned left and right, causing some minor trouble for the werewolf who was chasing behind him.

Soon, he gradually walked out of the forest with faltering steps.

-

The trees in the forest gradually became sparse, and some undulations appeared on the originally flat ground. The undulations soon turned into small, uneven hills. Shrubs that died in winter replaced the stunted trees.

Occasionally, various rustling sounds can be heard in the bushes, which are obviously unknown small animals hiding underneath. Or a field mouse, or a fox, a jackal, a rabbit, something like that.

There may also be some alternative stuff, but Keir doesn't care about it.

He looked at the landform in front of him, feeling familiar in his memory, and mentally analyzed the possible route he took yesterday and the terrain here in Kendall County. It turned out that he had gone south from Wumi Lake through the wilderness and forest, and arrived at the wilderness north of Dularlin Village.

He felt excited that he might be able to go to Doral Forest Village to seek help. He was very impressed by the sentries in the village, and together they should be able to take down the werewolves.

But when Kil thought about it carefully, he felt that it was not feasible.

Werewolves are not stupid either. When they see a crowd, they will definitely hide away. If Kil went directly towards the village, the werewolf following him must also know Kil's plan. Before Keir could find someone to deal with the werewolf, the other party would definitely retreat into the woods.

In just over a day, the werewolf will regain his strong fighting ability, but he is unlikely to do so. After receiving treatment from Nia Shepherd, he will definitely need sleep to recover. I am afraid that while he is asleep, the werewolf will cause many more crimes to kill him.

Wolf, the werewolf who broke the pot, would probably cause heavy casualties to innocent people.

After eliminating the possibility of casualties from Wumihu Village, how could he bring them to Dorallin Village?

Looking at the undulating white land and the black smoke rising from the place where the ground connected with the leaden clouds in the distance, Kil took a deep breath, paused, and then turned towards the place where he sensed the ax fell. Staggered away.

He told himself in his heart that the werewolf thing could only be defeated by him alone. On the other hand, he warned himself that the murderous werewolf should not be allowed to contact other innocent people before being defeated.

It's not that there is no chance.

As long as the two-handed ax can be retrieved, the werewolf in the open terrain with no big trees to climb and avoid should be no match.

-

The werewolf Wolf opened his sore and swollen beast eyes, only to see black and white patches flying randomly in front of his eyes, which made him quickly close his eyes again.

Kil cursed in his mouth to vent his anger, but his hands were still moving quickly.

Kil's footsteps were neither far nor near, and occasionally an unbearable groan of pain could be heard, which confirmed that the other party had indeed suffered internal injuries that could not be faked in the previous impact.

The opponent who is not a werewolf will naturally continue to suffer pain, disease, sorrow and sorrow that only mortals can accept.

But it's different, werewolves don't have those worries.

How wonderful to gain such extraordinary power and identity. Fleeing from his hometown was the right thing for him to do. Compared to being forced to participate in the secret war between werewolves and beast-burners in his distant hometown, this new country, which knew nothing about werewolves, was truly suitable for its survival. place.

Moreover, the unknown existence entrusted it with a dream, allowing it to get rid of the idiots whose fate was twisted together, and brought the bloodline of Gao Jue to new lands and spread it wider.

However, he had some slight objections to this.

How can such power be shared with others? The last sharing caused such a big trouble, and the trouble is far from over yet.

To kill this tough little warrior, you have to confront the female knight who has already seen through its identity.

Ah, spare me.

Perhaps after killing this human being, it would be better for it to leave early.

I have to deal with my property as soon as possible. Although the taste of eating raw flesh and blood is wonderful, money is still indispensable for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

-

Instead of heading towards the village that could be seen with the naked eye, Kil walked slowly towards the sensing ax.

As time passed slowly, Kil felt his body gradually getting better, and he was getting closer and closer to the axe. Although the werewolf behind him was still following from a distance, and it was possible that his eyesight would recover anytime, there was nothing Keel could do. The divine power on the long sword had been exhausted before, and the replenishment in this half day was only a drop in the bucket, at least two days. It will take about a day or so for the blinding white light to be emitted again.

He took a full breath, put the pressure on the ax, and kept walking.

And so are werewolves.

It took a deep breath and focused its gaze on the staggering back not far away.

Although his eyes were still stinging unbearably, there was no problem in fighting for a short period of time.

Keir then climbed straight over a small hill, and the feeling in his heart was right in front of him.

But he paused.

His body swayed and his breathing stopped for a moment.

A two-handed ax made of unknown blue metal, the ax face is now firmly embedded in a three- to four-meter-high boulder. There are other scattered stones around the boulder, each of them round and round, obviously stones washed away by the flood.

Feeling his weak legs and weak arms, Keir didn't know whether he could climb the round boulder that he didn't think was high before.

I don't know if I can pull out the ax that was stuck firmly on the surface of the stone.

Can he do it?

he does not know.