Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 314

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 314]

Furious, he pressed its forehead to Ciel.

“Thank you. Charles.”

A voice sounded in Ciel’s heart.

“Wait, you can speak?” Charles was surprised.

“You saved me again, and in return, I’m going to do one thing for you, a very important thing.”

“I need you, angry.”

“Don’t worry, I will be back in ten days, half a month.”

Then, Zhen Wu turned around, turned to the depths of the jungle, and quickly galloped away.

Chapter 391 Female Wolf

The night was cold, the wind was cold, and the woods were silent.

Click – iron teeth bite, the sound is crisp.

The movement woke Rocher, and she opened her eyes.

After getting up, she turned to look at the child beside her for the first time. Fortunately, Roches was still there.

He breathed evenly, was small and thin, and looked unhealthy.

There was an earthquake the day before yesterday, and since then, the maddening hunger has faded away, but the fact that my stomach is empty has not changed.

What kind of mother would starve her child like this.

Rocher frowned.

She got up and turned her head to check the traps. Rocher had to set up traps before falling asleep, and recited the names of all the gods she knew and prayed for help. The god of the sea, the goddess of ice and snow, and the nameless god of war, and the blue god of the peninsula elves.

This is a far cry from the piety rules. She is ashamed of what she has done, but as long as Roches can survive, she is willing to do anything.

The trap was triggered, the iron teeth clenched tightly, and a mouse was trapped to death. It was covered in black hair and was only half the size of a palm, dripping blood.

Should have caught bigger animals.

Rabbits, badgers, wild dogs.

Preferably a bear.

How nice would it be if it was a bear.

She tried to reset the trap and moved it hard, but her hands and feet were stiff, and she couldn’t separate it for a long time. When she finally regained her strength and took the trap apart, she heard a crisp sound again, and the metal of the crossbar burst abruptly, from the interruption. open, unusable.

How can I be so incompetent.

Rocher frowned.

This is the last one.

Roches was woken by the sound of broken traps, and he quickly stood up, ready to flee.

“The trap was triggered,” Rocher said, pulling the dead mouse out of the trap. “Eat this tomorrow.”

Roches rubbed his eyes and remained silent.

Rocher didn’t let him speak at will, so as not to expose the movement. She looked cold and frosty, and Roches also pursed her lips, waiting for her mother’s next order.

“You can talk now,” Rocher said. “There are no enemies.”

“I think…” Roches’ voice was as thin as a mosquito, “I want to sleep in Mommy’s arms.”

She observes her own child, the life left from her womb.

Years of running away, hiding, and chaos have turned him into a bird of prey.

He will become a coward, a waste.

Thinking of this, Rocher hardened his heart and ordered him to lie down alone.

“You have to be strong, very strong,” Rocher said grimly. “Don’t let me hear anything like that again.”

He has to be a soldier, a knight, otherwise he cannot live.

“I dreamed.” Roches lay down on a large sheet of linen. “Mom, I dreamed of flowers and castles.”

“Flowers are gifts for women, and castles are symbols of domination.” Rocher was lying on the wet grass, the cold air pierced through her armor. The coldness was more unbearable than ever, but she knew she had to get used to it. Like getting used to all previous forms of pain.

“I want to go back to the castle, go home,” Roches whispered.

“You’ll find your fief elsewhere,” Rocher said, “if you stay strong.”

“I will.” Roches closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Is all this too heavy for a four-year-old?

But what choice do I have?

Gloomy Castle only lasted for a few hours under the siege of endless demons. The personal soldiers and sergeants I trained instantly retreated in front of the real demons, vulnerable to a single blow, like chickens and dogs.

The strong city walls and layers of barriers melted and collapsed in an instant. It’s ridiculous that I still want to defend it.

For the first time in his life, he fled without a fight, humiliating his family and breaking all oaths.

There is no one who lives more than me.

Rocher stared straight at Qinghui in the night.

Sell necklaces, candlesticks, mother’s relics, sell horses, belts, jewels on swords, breastfeed Roches with peace of mind for the first six months, and exchange money for grain from the miller in the neutral zone. Accept barter.

Compared with food, coins became increasingly cheap on the way to escape, and the fruit of Fifteen Years’ painstaking efforts in the fortress of Yin Yu was vanished in an instant.

There was an imperial merchant who exchanged two loaves of bread for her last bag of gold, for which Rocher thanked him several times.

Diligently accumulating gold, frugal food, daily necessities, reducing expenses, just to accumulate floating wealth, full of hope that in the future, Roches will buy horses and spears, and custom-made full armor.

Why don’t I give in?

If his heart is crossed, he crosses the border, sells himself to the imperial aristocracy, goes to the border provinces, and separates his legs for the consuls and high-ranking officers in the mountains, I am afraid that Roches will not have to flee here. For the lintel, the reputation of this life is good or bad, and it is not a pity.

It’s just that he never bowed his head all his life.

It’s ridiculous, now the prospects are bleak, relying on a stronger personality and self-inflicted suffering.

Rocher thought to himself.

In particular, in the past, he was diligent in catching robbers and arresting robbers, following his father’s teachings, and never taking the law lightly. Nowadays, robbers are out of prison, rampant and domineering, and most of them have grudges with me, looking for my whereabouts everywhere, and repeatedly asking me for trouble.

The siege is tight, there is nowhere to turn, and there is no way to go, so I have to hide in the wilderness all day long. If my whereabouts are revealed, the hungry bandits will rape and kill me, and then boil Roches into broth.

I am not afraid of death, life is ordinary, but Roches is still breathing, and he should do his duty as a mother.

Where to go for food tomorrow.

And the deal that man proposed…

No, it can only be accepted at the last minute.

Not going to Alicia, this is the only thing Rocher does not regret.

That man was already dead, and he shouldn’t have added trouble to his family.

Verana is younger than Roches, and she is also a woman. One man and one woman have never cried. The blood is close, and the truth is clear. When it comes to inheritance, Roches will definitely be involved in disputes.

If that Alicia develops jealousy and causes misfortune, how can I calmly enter the afterlife world to find him.

With eyes closed, the sun broke.

Rocher collected the broken wood branches to make a fire, and roasted the thin mouse. She ate the mouse’s four claws and tails, leaving the meat for Roches.

“Mom…you have to eat, you have to eat meat.” Roches refused to eat.

“Silence.” Rocher frowned, “How many times have I taught you.” I only hope that my son will have a full life and never suffer again.

Under Rocher’s stern gaze, Roches tried his best to eat the mouse.

She rolled up the linen that she had used to sit on the open floor and put it in her arms.

Rocher was the only one left with scarred and worn armor and a nearly broken sheathless long sword.

She clearly remembered that she exchanged half a piece of bread with the precious scabbard, and when she opened it, she saw that the inside was completely rotten and could no longer be eaten. When she left the bread on the ground, Roches had cried a lot.

Roches carried Roches behind his back and tied him and his breastplate tightly with a rope. Roches adjusted his position consciously so as not to make his mother work too hard, so he was carried behind by Rocher.

She carried her child through the forest, her movements a little stiff.

Rocher only thought of mushrooms and berries. He no longer expected to hunt deer and birds, let alone how to spend the winter.

Last winter, the land was vast and there was no food. She took the risk of digging through ice to find fish. After wading in the water, she became seriously ill. She did not dare to stay in bed for recuperation and forced support. .

Halfway through, Rocher heard the rustling of the trees, turned to look, and heard arrows flying behind him.

I can avoid it.

Thinking like this, but his body didn’t obey, Rocher’s movements slowed for half a beat, and he fell to the ground.

The armor collided with the ground heavily, Rocher’s brain was numb, her hands and feet were sluggish, and she didn’t know whether she could still get up.

“There are bad guys!” Roches yelled.

Bad people, there are bad people everywhere in this world.

Rocher propped himself up on his elbows, knelt on the ground, then got up.

One, two, three, she silently counted the number of enemies, knowing that she would not survive today.

The three robbers slowly walked out of the hidden trees, walked towards Rocher from different directions, and kept their eyes on her.

“Girls, you have no way to escape.” The first person spoke hoarsely.

“I surrender.” Rocher stood up, his face indifferent, and his arms were raised to indicate harmlessness. “Kill me, rape me, or cut off my head and use it as a ball kick, and let the child live.”

“Bah, why didn’t you see such honesty when you sentenced me to ten years in prison? You’re just fucking a stinky bitch. How dare you take me in for the rest of your life?” , pick your doll in the air with a gun.”

“It’s okay to keep your children alive, to be your slaves and your dogs,” Rocher said.

“That’s interesting,” said the robber with the short bow behind. “We can make her kneel down, put on a collar and a rope, and let her hang herself while calling us Dad.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, take your bow…” Before the robbers could finish speaking, Rocher had already launched an attack.

She delayed for a while, and when her arm felt strength again, she swung the sword at the robber opposite.

The robber in the back was already prepared, and Song Xian shot an arrow that hit Roche’s back, causing her to stagnate.

The bandit leader swung his spear and stabbed Rocher.

Rocher’s back was in severe pain, which affected her movement. She raised her sword and hit the spear, but she was unable to catch it, and was forced back by the robber.

Sigh the end of the road.

Rocher took a half step back, and the robber on the side swung a hand axe and slashed at her. She barely blocked, the weapon collided with a crisp sound, and the long sword that had been with her for most of her life snapped, leaving half of the broken sword.

Sigh powerless.

The robber leader swung the spear again and stabbed Roche. She jumped to the side and stabbed the broken sword at the robber leader, straight through his throat.

The bandit leader shouted for a while, his voice blocked by blood in his throat.

Rocher snatched the spear from his hand and let him fall on his own.

Sigh life is short.

Rocher stabbed the robber on the side with her spear. She moved hard, changed positions, and used her body as a cover to block the shortbow robber’s shooting trajectory. Then she stabbed him with a spear. In the wrong position, Rocher stabbed the tip of the spear into the back of his hand, forcing him to take a few steps back, and she followed with another spear, piercing the robber’s body.

With a spear stuck in his chest, the robber staggered backwards and fell down with blood from his mouth.

The robber with the short bow looked horrified, turned and fled, Rocher was powerless to chase.

They won’t let it go, they will definitely call in a large group of robbers, and they won’t be able to stay here any longer.

I can’t wait any longer.

Injury means death, there is no doctor here, there can be no doctor anywhere.

Rocher felt a sharp pain in his back, knowing that the arrow had penetrated the armor, and the arrow remained in the flesh. This armor was riddled with holes and was as fragile as a sword.

It doesn’t matter, there is no need for protection.

Poor and weak.

Rocher hated himself, hated to the point of madness.

“Mom, you’re bleeding—” Roches tried his best to cover up his panic.

“Don’t be afraid, it can’t be like this,” Rocher said.

“Why?” Roches said hoarsely, “I feel so uncomfortable.”

“Your father is a hero who stands above the ground and has never shed a tear in his life! Your father has never backed away in the face of difficulties! He has never shown the slightest panic! You have to live like your father, understand!” Rocher tried his best to scold.

“Woo-” Roches couldn’t cry, only made a sad voice.

Although he doesn’t know who his father is, he never will.

Yep.

“It’s okay, Roches, mom can find that person.” Rocher continued to walk, dripping a little blood behind him.

“Who?”

[End of This Chapter]