Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 288 Lone Wolf
In the evening, an ice storm, common in the north, blew over the snowfields. At midnight, the strong wind roared through the streets and alleys, carrying a blanket of snow and icicles. Even for the few people who tossed and turned, all they could hear was the roar of the wind and snow and the wailing of doors and windows.

In the small house at the entrance of the village, Adam opened his eyes and a faint ray of fire flashed across his pupils.

He sat up, stretched his hands behind his shoulders to grab the knot of the bandage, and untied the white cloth with a faint medicinal scent one by one, revealing his broad chest and the hideous centipede-like scars on his skin.

Anyone who sees such a body would probably sigh that it is a miracle that he is still alive.

The wounds caused by swords, magic and armor-piercing dragon arrows almost destroyed Adam's body. Two months of coma and one month of recuperation were enough to put this body on the verge of collapse back together. If it weren't for the secret technique recorded in the forbidden prayer book that greatly enhanced fire healing, he might have been reduced to a bedridden useless man for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, this level of physical condition is enough to support a new round of escape.

The Samir people are fighting with the Neron family and the Xilia family. Although the Flame Temple and the Northern Guard House have not yet participated in the battle, everyone can see that the already extremely fragile relationship between the two families is on the verge of breaking.

It was under such a delicate and tense situation that Adam dared to stay in Kuerroth for so long - the villagers did not have the conditions to conduct a sufficiently detailed verification of his identity for the time being, and even if they did, it was unlikely that they would run to the Flame Temple to sell themselves out at such a tense moment.

But this short rest can only end here. Now that I have recovered to the point where I can protect myself, every extra day I stay here will bring unnecessary risks to the people here.

Once his whereabouts were exposed to the Fire Temple or that crazy woman Gran Cilia, Kuerroth, who was at the bottom of the sixteen clans of Samir, would suffer a devastating blow in an instant.

Having seen the tragic fate of the Milan clan before, he would never allow his benefactor to suffer the same tragic end.

Adam got out of bed, dragged out a clean, old suitcase from under the bed, opened the lid, and inside was a neatly folded snow wolf skin cloak. Every damaged spot had been sewn up with fine stitches, and even the leather belt on the chest that had been cut by a sword had been replaced with a new one.

There is no doubt that this was done by the girl named Kulala. Only she would be so thoughtful and kind.

He took out the cloak and found a short knife with a cold glow at the bottom of the box.

Doctor Vichy said that they had cleared a dozen arrows from his body that day, and the only ones that could penetrate his Fire Protection and enter his flesh were the Armor-Piercing Dragon Arrows from the Far Eastern Islands. The price of a single arrow was over a hundred Runes, and they were still out of stock.

The Samir people admire heroes. Adam was able to survive such injuries, and he was the undisputed best fire monk in the entire northern border. Therefore, they simply melted the twelve arrowheads and made them into daggers, and sent them as gifts.

Adam put on his cloak, put the monitor badge he had been carrying with him during his escape into the pocket next to his chest, inserted the dagger into the scabbard on his belt, tidied up the bedding, and took a last look at the small house where he had lived for three months.

The worn-out furniture was polished to a spotless state, the tableware on the cupboard reflected a shiny glow, and on the table was a vase of frequently changed flower arrangements - those were the flame flowers that could be seen everywhere on the ice field, and only such tough and beautiful flowers could bloom so beautifully in such a harsh environment.

"Goodbye. No. It's better not to see you again forever." He said softly.

The wind was still howling outside the house. Adam did not hesitate and quickly pushed the door open and stepped into the snow. There was a low hill three miles away from the village. He had to go back there to retrieve the giant prayer book that had been buried for a long time, and then get away from Kuerros as quickly as possible.

While running silently, Adam was aware of his physical condition. Although it was no longer the same as it was during his peak period, he could still mobilize at least 60% of his previous strength if he burst out with all his strength.

Different from those fire monks who settled in the rear and became increasingly corrupt, he was the watcher guarding the Giant Cemetery and the Fire Cauldron. He was a tough blade forged through life-and-death battles with countless giant remnants. He was also the younger brother of the strongest watcher, Arganti.

Adam was confident enough that as long as he broke through the chaotic battlefield on the front line of Lannia City, he could reach Lord Fortress, go south along the cliffs that only the most senior martial artists could climb, and then escape into Lienia through Yatan.

At that time, even if the Fire Temple wanted to chase after them, it would be powerless when it reached the territory of the Kalia people.

He rushed up the hill like a running phantom, and followed the steps he had repeated countless times in his memory to find the dead tree that served as a mark, turned over the stones under the tree, and then dug through the soil that was tens of centimeters thick.

Soon, his fingertips touched the familiar circular metal engraving on the surface of the prayer book. It represented a cauldron of fire, and also symbolized the eye of the evil god and his terrifying power to burn everything.

Adam quickly dug away all the loose soil, took out the giant's prayer book from the bottom of the pit, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and put it in his arms. Just as he stood up and prepared to leave, a scream suddenly came from not far away in the wind and snow.

He suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the sound - in the dead of night, Kuerroth could only vaguely see a few quiet outlines, and the howling of wind and snow echoed in his ears, as if the shout was just a fleeting illusion.

"what!!!"

Another extremely shrill scream was heard, waking up many villagers, and lights were lit in many houses.

The next moment, a house suddenly burst into flames, illuminating hundreds of dark shadows that were pouring into the village!
They rode on tall horses with pitch-black fur, wore heavy black iron armor, and wore thick steel helmets carved into the shape of wolves. They wielded serrated swords that glowed with blood. They were like a gust of black wind blowing up from the ground, sweeping in front of at least a few Samir guards who had reacted. After the sword flashed, countless broken flesh and blood splashed up!

"The wolf hunters of the Xilia family. How come these bastards are here?!"

Accompanying the Wolf Hunting Knights were a large number of fire-practicing monks in red robes and iron armor. They held high their fire hammers shaped like blazing flames, and without hesitation released flames and prayers to set houses on fire, and smashed the fleeing people into meat paste.

In an instant, the whole village turned into purgatory!
Adam's body trembled and twitched for a few seconds. He couldn't tell whether it was fear, anger, grief or some combination of these emotions. He could only feel his blood vessels and meridians twisting and tangling under his muscles, turning into a surging heat wave that rushed along his spine straight to the top of his skull!
"Ahhh-"

He raised his head towards the sky, let out a painful and furious roar, squeezed the strength recovered in his body to the limit, ran desperately down the mountain, and ran madly towards the village!

That face looked like a lone wolf that had lost its nest.

(End of this chapter)