Chapter 420 (2/2)
It was like a substantial black fog gradually winding around his broken body. It felt like a bone chilling cold... Not the cold on the body surface, but another level... A deep chill from consciousness.
At this moment
”Dang --!”
The dying night watchman heard a sound of sword collision. In his gradually blurred vision, he only saw a change in the face of fascist and suddenly turned back.
The next second, the black fog wrapped around him suddenly withdrew, and there was no sign at all. The figure of fascism had disappeared without a trace.
”Wait, wait...”
The voice was interrupted, and the night watchman with black eyes completely fainted.
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Dizziness, cold, hunger and thirst, numbness and pain... Edward in a coma can't describe how uncomfortable he is now. He can only be sure that he is still alive.
Because dead people don't feel hungry.
He suddenly remembered the days when he lived in the gutter lane of eboden; I found a meat bone in the sewage ditch behind the tavern. As a result, it was found by several other people in the gang.
I was so hungry that I rose up and resisted. Naturally, it goes without saying... I fell in the smelly ditch at that time, which is almost what I feel now.
That was the first time he came into contact with this ”truth” - only by not doing superfluous stupid things can he live long.
Trying to open his eyes, the night watchman was suddenly stunned.
In front of him, there is a meat bone.
I don't know what animal it is, but it seems that the roaster doesn't know how to cook. The surface of the whole meat bone is burnt black; The strong smell kept drilling into his nose, making his stomach spasm.
”Have something to eat. You must be hungry.”
He was stunned for a moment. Without hesitation, Edward immediately picked up and chewed desperately - in less than a minute, there were only bones left in the whole charred meat bone.
Until then, he found himself in a cave, with more than half of the meat not roasted on the campfire in front of him, and there was a roaring snowstorm outside.
When the line of sight gradually focused, the night watchman raised his head and looked blankly at the person in front of him.
It was a cold face, almost no part of the body was intact, and a mottled long sword was hung on the empty left arm.
”The Icefield werewolf I met on my way here took some effort to kill it... Although the meat is not delicious, it can at least keep warm.”
The man was talking and fiddling with the barbecue on the campfire; Then Edward found himself lying on an ice werewolf's fur.
”Surprised, night watchman?” raised his head, and the expressionless guard Knight looked at him. ”We meet again.”
Silence... Dead silence.
Edward, who was silent, stayed for a long time and woke up after nearly five minutes:
”How, how could it be you?!”
Isn't he a guard Knight of fascism? Why did he save himself?!
What the hell happened?!
The guard knight who saw his surprise was also silent and gloomy:
”I don't know.”
”The only thing I know is... Lord Francis is no longer what he used to be; now he has lost his faith and has completely become a fierce dog chasing ambition. He can do anything for his purpose!”
With a heavy sigh, the guard Knight's expression became more and more lonely:
”After you have a rest, go quickly. It's not too far from your camp. You can walk there in a quarter of an hour - you'll be safe when you return to the camp. At present, the fascist adults don't dare to appear openly.”
”But remember what you saw... I know the duty of your night watchman. You must remind his majesty Eckhart II and the Archbishop of the Holy Cross to let them know how dangerous fascism is today!”
After a pause, the pale Edward nodded.
”What about you?”
”Me?”
The impassive Knight stood up and looked out at the roaring snowstorm:
”I have my mission!”