Tides: Years of Dawn

Tristan and Gareth had bones left, but not much flesh.

At first they thought they could keep changing positions to avoid the beast's attack, but soon they realized their naivety.

The movement speed and attack power of the beasts far exceeded their imagination, especially the out-of-control beasts with the blood of the sea people, whose moving trajectory was so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye.

Often it is the hunter who takes a step, and the beast has already predicted the result, pounces, and stands firmly in the direction they want to reach.

Tristan and Gareth couldn't stay in place, but they couldn't dodge much either.

One is that it is inconvenient to move, and the other is that the enemy is in the clear and I am in the dark.Although the rooms are all dark, the field of vision will be greatly improved after the animal transformation, and it is possible to distinguish details that are difficult for human eyes to distinguish in the dark.

The only advantage they had was that they were free to move, and the brute's chains were hewn into the walls.I don't know what is tied to the other side of the wall, but they just can't figure it out after a long time.

However, once the beast grabbed it with one paw, it could still pull out several bloody wounds on Tristan's back.Tristan nearly wrapped Gareth up, pinning Gareth against the door.On the other hand, he dodged the claws that kept grabbing towards them.

In fact, after being caught a few times, my back also rotted.The pain is also slightly numb, not as sharp as it was at first.

Tristan couldn't think of a better way, so he had to squeeze the big Gareth as tight as possible.

Of course Gareth didn't want to, although Tristan didn't yell, but as long as his body swayed, Gareth knew that the other party had been slashed again.

They don't know how long they'll be locked up here, but Tristan has plans.

There are so many animals here, daily feeding is essential.So as long as they -- or Gareth -- hold on until the door opens again, they can find their way out.

Their previous vigilance was too weak, and they never thought that there were so many animals on the island.But now Tristan also has a judgment. As long as Gareth's handcuffs and shackles are not tied to the wall, as long as they can get to the island by boat, it is not impossible to find the same way to go back.

In fact, Tristan never thought about "death" carefully, and he never took "medicine" at ease.

Although it appears that Gareth obeys Tristan's orders, in fact Tristan will accompany Gareth to do whatever Gareth wants to do.

including now.

Tristan has never lost consciousness, so he vividly remembers every confrontation with death.It was impossible to say that he was not afraid at all, but it was not his habit to indulge his fear.

Everyone in the spider family has a habit of not thinking about what happens after death.As long as you don't want to, you won't be afraid.And without fear, you are surviving at your best.

But the sea people are much smarter than they imagined.

Tristan knew that these mixed bastards were created to deal with the sea people. Judging from their survivability and combat effectiveness at sea, as long as they were trained properly, it was only a matter of time before they surrounded and wiped out the sea people.

But who knows, now the sea people have seized the opportunity, and instead used them to deal with the land wizard himself.

At this moment, Tristan had to sigh with emotion. Fortunately, most of these things had been killed, and the sea people seemed unable to tame them.Otherwise, in time, if both sides use this monster to start a war, it will inevitably lead to a tragic scene of corpses strewn all over the sea and land.

But Gareth didn't think so at the moment.

He wanted to hold Tristan too, but his reaction was always one step slower than Tristan's.He was so uncomfortable that he didn't know what to do. He wanted to rush out of Tristan's arms several times, but Tristan held him tighter.

"...Damn, can you stop running around at this time!" Tristan roared, but the second half of the roar turned into a choked sob.

The brutes on the chains went berserk and scratched Tristan's back.

Does Tristan hurt?Gareth wanted to ask.But he couldn't ask why he was so useless.

According to Tristan, he is the other party's dog, but now the owner is holding his dog, trying to keep him alive.

Gareth's head was about to explode.It was as if something was struggling inside him, ripping out his heart and ripping out his muscles.

He was about to cry, and his tears were suppressed in his eyes and nasal cavity.Sore and dizzy.His teeth were clenched and his fists were clenched.

"Damn... why are you like this, why are you always—" He couldn't speak, and Tristan bumped him hard.

He thought Tristan was contradicting him, but it wasn't.It's just that Tristan's neck was also scratched, and the deep wound directly tore his skin, and blood gushed out, even flowing onto Gareth's wrist.

Gareth had a splitting headache.

He regretted it, he really regretted it.

He didn't know what he'd done, but he didn't want to go on at all.

He didn't know what it would be like if Tristan died on top of him like this, he didn't know if he could bear the consequences of Tristan becoming cold and stiff.

He didn't know that such a result really happened, whether he still had the sense to think about which corner by the door he should lie in wait for the door to open again, and whether he still had the energy and perseverance to fight a bloody road after him. Then Tristan plunged into the sea again, swimming to the land that should belong to him.

He doesn't have Tristan, he can't even define himself.

For the first time, such a thought popped into his mind, but Tristan said—"It's okay...wait a while, the door will open after a while..."

Gareth was terribly distraught.He tried to move again, and told Tristan—"You won't live and I won't live, and I won't—"

"Stupid bastard, shut up! Don't be stupid—ah, fuck..." Tristan couldn't finish, his bean-sized sweat dripped down, and at the same time, there was the second half of his unfinished sentence. .

Something hit his spine and he lost consciousness.The blood continued to come out of his back, and now Tristan's dirty clothes were bright red.

Tristan's muscular arms surrounded him tightly like a fortress. Even though his consciousness had begun to collapse due to excessive blood loss, he did not forget to protect Gareth in his arms.

Gareth is in pain.

He suddenly didn't understand the benefits of being a human being, and the meaning of redemptive treatment.It doesn't matter if you are a human being or not, it doesn't matter if you have seen the light or not.

He had been living in the dark for so many years, but he was fine because Tristan was by his side.

Insatiable, yes, it was Tristan's indulgence that made him insatiable.

His tears welled up, warm as Tristan's blood on his wrists.But the tears slipped away before they fell to the corner of his mouth.

Tristan was scratched again, but fortunately, Tristan still did not make a sound, his eyes were closed.

"...Shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Gareth yelled hoarsely, but he couldn't.

A strong suffocation pinched his neck, and the sound he made didn't sound like his own.

Tristan's head hangs down on Gareth's neck, allowing Gareth to see that there are still countless pairs of red eyes emitting a terrifying red light behind him.

"...I was wrong, Tristan...I was wrong, fuck, fuck!..." Gareth's veins were throbbing, his sweat and tears mingling.

Tristan's blood kept flowing, and Gareth kept shrinking back, shrinking into the corner.But the space is so big, no matter how much he flinches, he can't completely pull Tristan away from the beast's clutches.

"...I'm a dog, you are the master..." Gareth gritted his teeth, the words forced out through his teeth.

He's the dog, he's the one who should die first, he's the one who has to protect Tristan from harm, he's the one with the worst life, isn't he?

He cried, and his limbs ached unspeakably.It seems that someone smashed all his bones, rearranged them in another way, installed and glued them.

His head was in disarray, and the surging blood seemed to have destroyed his brain, turning it into a gray chaos.What I saw was also blurred by tears, and one fragmented picture after another flashed in the blurred field of vision.

Gareth couldn't understand those pictures, he only saw a piece of blood red.

Tristan still pressed him like a fortress, spreading his wings to protect him under his feathers.

The old hunter's arms are full of scars left by the years, his feathers are broken, and the city wall is crumbling.

Gareth broke down.

The severe pain was eating away at Gareth's body and mind, and he had severe nausea and dizziness.

He didn't realize that his legs were deforming, the joints were bent backwards, the muscles were full, like the legs of animals.

He didn't realize that his eyes were changing, from human eyes to snake-like vertical pupils.

He didn't realize that his teeth were growing, and two fangs protruded from the upper gum, and the sharp edges of the teeth seemed to bite into the flesh at any time, shooting out poisonous juice.

He didn't realize anything, he had no consciousness left.

He had no idea what he was doing the moment he pushed Tristan off him and stood up from the ground.

But he spit out the letter, and opened his mouth suddenly to show his fangs.

Then, with a strength and vigor he had never imagined, he rushed into the siege of the beasts without fear.

TBC