Shadow Covenant

Chapter 167 "In an instant"

Maybe a second, maybe a day.

When accompanied by the huge side effects of the roaring, Sengu felt as if a palace band had penetrated into his ears, playing and singing the sounds of nature that he could not appreciate at all, buzzing like thousands of mosquitoes, while his mind was buzzing. A violent sea storm was set off, and the overwhelming waves seemed to be able to lift his skull, and half of his limbs lost his sense of touch, and even the slightest movement of the rest was accompanied by severe pain from the bone marrow.

Well.

Sengu groaned in pain, rolled his eyelids upwards, and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood-stained soil from his lips.

Who am I, why am I here, what am I going to do!
The three questions kept lingering on the berserker who was lying on his back on the ground, and it took him a while to remember the reasons and consequences of his appearance here.

"I... stepped into the trap of those goblins..."

The weapon in his hand flew to nowhere, and every bone in his body was aching, and his face seemed to be covered with ice and snow. He clearly knew that he was seriously injured now. The Frost is created to stop the bleeding of the wound and prevent the injury from worsening.

At this moment, he heard footsteps and that disgusting laughter, and then he saw a few distorted and ugly faces above his vision.

Goblins!

These bastards!

Sengu opened his mouth to say something, but found that his mouth and teeth were all blown up in the explosion just now, and a lot of them were blown away. He could only leak air for a while, faltering and slurring.

However, the expression he tried to show made the crowd of goblins see clearly.

He chattered a lot, this is the goblin language.

Sengu didn't understand at all, it seemed to be ridicule, sarcasm, and there was also a discussion that was quite interested in the frost on his face. Anyway, it was a commentary, which made Sengu quite unhappy, but at this time He had already lost his ability to control, and he could only stare blankly, while worrying in his heart, what happened to Grimm and the others now.

But before he could continue to think, a boot had already stepped on his cheek fiercely. It seemed that the group of goblins had finished discussing, watched enough, and played enough, so they directly decided his destination.

Are you going to die?The boots stepped on the face and the goblin's gloomy and distorted smile could no longer arouse the anger in Sengu's heart. It seemed that even the heart and brain were frozen by the cold blood. sad state.

I began to think about my past time in detail, and the fragments of broken and short-lived memories flashed in my mind like watching a lantern on a horse.

Among them are the beautiful childhood memories, but also the difficult tribal survival after the death of parents, the hard training of joining the army later, and the recent boring journey.

Although he lived the life he dreamed of before, he didn't have to worry about hunger being swept away at any time, and he didn't have to worry about the snow storm that could freeze people into ice sculptures, and he didn't have to worry about a precarious life, now he already had enough strength to protect himself .

But he has already forgotten why his former self was so obsessed with getting ahead, and he also forgot what his original goal was.

Probably the white dragon that ruined his family?

However, after the arrival of the Navian army, the white dragon unwillingly turned into a trophy and hung it on the gate of the capital Komylan. His anger and desire for revenge have already passed through the gate countless times. , exhausted.

But in a daze, his memory went back to the year when he was eight years old. There was heavy snow in the winter, and because there was an extra white dragon nesting nearby, the food of the original living tribe began to be in short supply. As an ice sculpture, my mother also suffered from the irreversible cold. The shaman in the tribe could not heal such a heavy injury. Before dying, in the warm tent, my mother held his little hand with an extremely cold hand. Words whispered in his ear.

she says:

——"Live on, my child, and witness this world with me and your father's hope."

- "Yes! Live."

——"I want to live!"

Suddenly, Sengu's lost vitality seemed to return to this body. He tried hard to open his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and roared unwillingly in his throat.

"I want to live!"

I don't know where the strength came from. When facing the dagger pierced by the goblin into his throat, he felt his left hand and waist exert force at the same time. He stood up and grasped the dagger and the goblin's right hand tightly. In his hands, the goblin who lost his balance also came to his arms, and he hugged his chest with one hand like a child.

"!...%!￥!"

The goblin on his chest uttered a series of curses, Sengu couldn't understand and he didn't want to hear it, he just held the goblin's right hand tightly.

click.

There was a sound of broken hand bones. Feeling the huge force that the hands were about to be kneaded into a ball of mud, it couldn't help crying, and the short blade fell to the ground. In any case, it couldn't think of the disabled and paralyzed humans just now. Come with the strength to hold it hostage.

But it's useless to entangle the reason at this moment. It tried its best to kick with its legs and bite with its teeth, but no matter what, it couldn't let go of the human's left arm that was holding it hostage. Instead, its teeth unconsciously Already soaked in frost.

Sengu felt that the struggle from the goblin in his chest was getting weaker and weaker, and his left arm relaxed slightly. He didn't want to kill it, but wanted to rely on this hostage and let the group of goblins fight against the mouse—if they were really smart , and care about what your companions say.

Of course, at the beginning, he found that these goblins really didn't dare to attack him. Whether it was bombs or approaching, he was very cautious, because whenever they approached, Sengu's strength would increase a little bit, causing the dying goblin to let out another scream Howling, but the sudden situation made him startled.

I don't know what they said, but a goblin didn't care about the goblin hostage in his chest. Instead, he made a quick decision and wanted to use the bomb in his hand to directly bury him and the goblin in the smoke.

The bomb was thrown out, and Sengu, who was holding the goblin in one hand, didn't have time to think too much, and subconsciously threw the goblin in his arms to the bomb. retreat.

In less than two seconds, the mud and blood-like pieces of flesh engulfed by the blast wave flew over his head, and hit his back at the same time, with little remaining momentum, but when he continued When crawling forward, he found a bloody eyeball with a little mucous membrane staring at him. It was the goblin's eyeball.

Sengu couldn't help opening his mouth, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

It's not bad, at least.

However, he still did not give up hope. First, he supported himself with his hands and turned over. Then he leaned against the tree and looked directly at the place filled with gunpowder smoke. He drew his sword, and he was not willing to be killed by them at will.

Change another one.

It would be good to change another one, Sengu couldn't help holding his breath, pursing his lips covered with ice, staring at the smoke and dust in the forest that hadn't dissipated in front of him, and holding the gravel on the back of his left hand. His veins were already bulging, like a leopard waiting for an opportunity to hunt. With the sound of footsteps, his gaze became sharper, his left arm was slightly raised, and his wrist was tilted back.

Swish!
The moment the short figure loomed, the prism-shaped stone shot out accurately and quickly, but there was a dull sound, as if hitting a wall.

Before he could wait for doubts to linger in his heart, the smoke and dust in the forest cleared, revealing a figure of a goblin hiding under the shield, walking slowly, and other goblins with the same green skin were watching from a distance, with a ferocious expression. And gloomy.

Sengu, who didn't want to die, naturally considered several ways, but found those ways, for him with a broken limb, the hope was slim, but he still didn't give up.

He wants to live!
So he still threw the stones he could get around without stopping. Even though most of them were blocked by shields, it still prevented many goblins without shields from getting close. this human being.

Apparently, the goblin, who had lost one of his companions, was now very cautious.

No chance at all.

Seeing such goblin behavior, Sengu, whose mobility was severely impaired, naturally understood that he might not be able to escape from this forest.

So now he only hopes that his death can buy Grim some time and consume more of the strange reserves of this group of green-skinned dwarves.

But what he didn't expect was that when he was constantly fighting back, he could only watch helplessly as the distance from the dropped bomb was getting closer and closer. Disappearing in the forest, the ground seems to have a big mouth, swallowing the lonely goblin silently.

However, although Sengu was delighted to see this, he remained calm on the surface, and continued to pretend to be angry, throwing gravels and soil one after another with a small amount of strength.

And it was just like this, the raindrops of blows made the goblin look forward, and he didn't even notice that there was a great white shark that appeared behind him who didn't know where to go.

It wasn't until the team's casualties were halved that the green-skinned goblin realized something was wrong. It screamed and wanted to remind, but the curved knife light that broke through the ground directly cut off it and its body. The human body crawled out of the soil, and the goblin team, which had never felt any crisis at all, was caught off guard for the first time.

What's more deadly is that he can be like a ghost, disappearing and reappearing like a ghost, so that the bombs thrown in a panic have never touched the human beings in front of him, and they are forced to explode behind him, unable to affect the human body. He doesn't.

All the goblins stared wide-eyed, staring at the humans in front of them.

If they can speak the common language, then they must be thinking in their hearts.

This……

Is it a person or a ghost.

On the other side, the goblin approaching with the help of the human shield has reached the best throwing position, ready to kill the half-useful human in front of him, and then turn the car around to go back to support its teammates.

Sengu naturally also saw its movements and knew that this time it was inevitable, but he smiled because he witnessed the demise of the goblin team with his own eyes. Death is valuable, not worthless like just now. There is no point in living.

He recognized the human being who killed the goblins. He was the young traveler who claimed to be wandering around the periphery just before the action. He seemed to have a good relationship with His Royal Highness Cecil. The pair of golden pupils that seem to be able to ignite the night are the key features that he remembers deeply.

That's good too, there is no need for Grim to witness my tragedy, Sengu laughed at himself.

From the original plan to attract firepower, to the furious charge after discovering the death of his teammates, and the subsequent accident in the goblin's vicious trap, the time is actually very short, let alone the time for him to wake up from the explosion, hijack the goblin, and fight back. Because it was short, he must not have been in a coma for a long time, and the total sum may not have been a few minutes.

Someone else might not have the chance to react so quickly. After all, the place they hid just now was in the forest filled with cold mist, with many shrubs, and it was extremely hidden.

Whether it was intentional or not, he noticed the gaze of the young man named Woody not far away. The rough Northland man grinned and waved his hand in greeting, ignoring the man who was about to give him a fatal blow. The goblin, after all, seemed to him that his mission was accomplished.

--"boom!"

But just as he was quietly waiting for the expected explosion, a roar in the forest broke the once again silent night.

He thought it was an explosion, but there was no blast and severe pain as he expected. Instead, the goblin holding the shield not far away suddenly fell down, the shield rubbed obliquely on the ground, and the bomb in the goblin's hand was still tightly held in his hand. The tab has not been opened yet.

How is this going?

He subconsciously looked at the position where Woody was standing just now, and found that on his empty left hand, there was now a short metal hollow rod with steaming smoke coming out of the rod.

It seems that the roar just now came from it.

Of course, the living green skin goblins were more surprised than Sengu. They all looked at the hand in Woody's hand in disbelief. This unusually familiar appearance was clearly the weapon owned by their team commander. How could it appear on him? There.

Of course, there are those who observe more carefully, and also find the tactical eyepiece that looks like a monocle on Woody's eyes, and they are even more shocked.

Because of the appearance of this fine film, it seems...

But before they can continue to guess, the human beings in front of them continue to start the cruel harvest.

There is nothing more comfortable than gaining a steady stream of experience points.

Having experienced so many battles tonight, he has become more and more familiar with the pace of hunting.

Swish!
Another figure disappeared into the air, and in an instant, three steps away reappeared.

At this time, the slender arc-shaped weapon that exudes a cold glow appeared together with him.

He slashed down heavily.

click!
The sound of flesh and bones being cut together.

I saw the curved sword flying across the sky, and the blood splattered everywhere.

(End of this chapter)