The Shadow of the Crown of Snow [Western Fantasy]

Hecate felt that he was already mentally prepared to face death.

She didn't know if she was born this way, or when she was created, Hussein took part of her humanity out of her mind, making her feel so indifferent to death that it was barely noticeable.

Or that's how it feels about everything.

When the comrades who were fighting side by side one second before were killed by the enemy's sword the next second, her eyes only stayed for a short moment, and she didn't feel angry when she swung the sword again—what she was thinking about was completing the mission and winning the victory. That's all.

Hecate knows better than anyone that what he lacks is not experience in dealing with people, but the ability to perceive emotions.

Laughing when others are happy, and crying when others are sad, Hecate often feels like a lamb mixed with wolves, timidly crawling under a body that does not belong to him. Look around and try to be like them, because that's the only way to survive.

The only regret Hecate had left was that she hadn't had time to experience what it was like to be human.

She envied the real Hecate very much.It seems strange for a living person to envy a dead person, but at least she once had real relatives, father, mother and sister, but she had nothing, only Selene who really accepted her.

The ice cubes climbed up her calf, and Hecate suddenly felt very happy. She didn't have to think about anything, didn't have to worry about whether she belonged to Nord or Nagrand, and didn't have to worry about whether she could understand human feelings, just like When she buried herself in the snow, her skin was tingling from the cold, but she could empty her mind and think of herself as a ball of lifeless snow.

"Your Majesty! The northerners in the city are rioting!"

Just as the ice spread to his waist and Hecate lost consciousness from his entire lower body, the sound of the door being pushed open and the shouts of soldiers made Hussein pause.

Although lacking human emotion, Hecate's desire for survival was stronger than anyone else's. At this moment when Hussein could not be distracted and let the ice continue to spread, she took a deep breath and swung the Crescent Blade with all her strength. A long gap was cut in the ice wall.Not only was it powerless to repair, but it was completely powerless to support the effect of the magic. Hussein held the scepter forcefully to try to remedy it, but to no avail. The ice became as fragile as ordinary ice. Hecate easily tapped it with the back of the knife, Let yourself be free again.

Hussein didn't know how much power of faith he had accumulated for himself in the past ten years, but no matter how much power of faith he had, his physical strength was limited. Containing Hecate is much more difficult than attacking with ice blades. He is confident that Hecate will not be able to break free for a while, and he can completely seal her in the ice before he is unable to support her.

He still underestimated Hecate, overestimated himself, and hadn't anticipated the possibility of an accident.

If there hadn't been the riot in the Northland tonight, and if the soldier's report hadn't been interrupted, he might really have died here.With lingering fear, Hecate knocked off the ice slag remaining on his leg with the back of the knife, and just lifted the blade when he was done with it, leaving a deadly bloodstain on the neck of the soldier who rushed to him.

This is a rare opportunity.Hecate wanted to take a step towards Hussein, but realized a fatal problem.

It has been a few months since I came to Nord. Hecate followed the experienced comrades and Selene to endure the cold in Nord. She used to shiver even when riding in the snow. The natives of the Northland are also resistant to cold and frost.

This is an innate advantage brought to her by her physique, but ordinary ice and snow are no better than Hussein's offensive magic. Hecate's legs were frozen for a while, and now they are already stinging and weak. It's hard to stand still.

Just when Hecate was flustered, a crossbow|arrow flew past Hussein's shoulder, and when Hussein was distracted by this, he grabbed her wrist with one hand, Take her to run down the corridor.

It stands to reason that there should also be soldiers standing guard inside the tower - to be precise, there are not none now, but they are all lying on the ground with crossbow arrows pierced on their heads, or their necks are bleeding.

And this man holding a crossbow|bow and wearing a hand ax on his waist, who rescued Hecate in time, Hecate couldn't be more familiar with.

Rita, the miller of Youfeng Town, smiled and kicked away a saber blocking the way on the ground, then turned around and asked Hecate, "Can I go?"

"It's much better." Hecate patted his thigh, "My recovery speed is faster than others. Why are you here?"

"Youfeng Town belongs to Xiye City." Rita blinked at Hecate, "Before you and His Majesty left Youfeng Town, I still informed everyone about the war. There are not many people, but there are quite a few people who want to join the army, so I came to the Falcon Legion with a few people from the town."

"But the Falcon Legion is not..."

Either dead, or locked up in Nagrand's POW camp.

"Don't you know? On the first day you brought the remnants of the Windblade Legion here, His Majesty asked Commander Lawrence to pick out some soldiers, and all of them pretended to be ordinary residents and scattered in the city. If Xiye City was breached , we will do it that night, and before that, we must not show any flaws." In front of the gate of the tower, Rita stringed the crossbow|bow in his hand, "Your Highness, after I go out, I am going to meet my companions, you ..."

"Don't worry about me!" Hecate had already held the crescent blade and jumped into the densest encirclement of the enemy, "I can handle it!"

Indeed, Hecate yearns for human emotions, because she lacks these, and there are very few parts of her that are truly human, but she is even more obsessed with the feeling of fighting with instinct without thinking.

The addition of Hecate made the battle even more one-sided than before, and Hecate was not the only one who joined the melee. Even ordinary people took up weapons, or anything that could be used as a weapon, and bravely charged forward.

So Selene would say that it is not the royal family that makes this country survive, but these northerners who are always willing to sacrifice their lives for this desolate land.

When Hecate accidentally raised his head during the melee, he saw a Nagrand soldier who dropped his long sword and pretended to surrender to let Rita put down his crossbow, then drew out his hidden short knife.

The world in her eyes seemed to be slowed down. The soldier seemed to be struggling to pull the short knife out of its sheath. The tip of the knife seemed to be pushed towards Rita's chest by a growing vine. Everything except them was even more delayed. Almost stopped.Hecate ran desperately in that direction, but the faster she ran, the faster the point of the knife approached, and when the crescent blade was close enough to touch the soldier's body, Rita's chest was already bright red.

The blade of the short knife pierced her heart with precision.

Something buzzed in his head, the world that had slowed down to the limit just now was now speeding up to the limit, this was the first time Hecate had this feeling, as if all the blood in his body was rushing to the brain, and his scalp was faintly numb, Hands trembled involuntarily—and she knew it wasn't fear.

When she woke up from the angry killing, the people of Xiye City had won the final victory.

"Burke disappeared, and in front of several people, he crushed a piece of crumpled paper, and then he disappeared suddenly..." Seeing Hecate's eyes, the Northlander added with some trepidation , "I'm not talking nonsense. If Your Highness doesn't believe it, you can ask a few other people for confirmation."

They had never seen Burke and Hussein with their own eyes, so they took Hussein, who escaped by magic, as Burke.

"I'm not doubting you." Hecate waved her hand weakly. She felt that there was only so small a container in her body that could hold emotions. Now because Rita was full of grief and anger, she couldn't hold any more. "I'm leaving first, you guys have a good time celebrating."

Rita should be buried in a coffin like those soldiers and people who died in this night.

Hecate felt that she couldn't care about it. She didn't want to care about anything now. She just hoped to get out of the city gate as soon as possible, escape everything tonight, and make it a dream—or at least a memory.

When she walked out of the city gate, Selene was standing in the snow, bathed in the twilight of the morning sun, her blond hair that had not grown back to its original length was scattered around her shoulders, she looked like an ordinary northerner, waiting She is the younger sister who loves to play and come home late.She must have seen the Nord Kingdom flag rising again on the wall of Xiye City, and had expected this victory a long time ago. With a subtle smile on her face, she opened her arms towards Hecate who was walking towards her. .

The thick city walls blocked the clinking of glasses and the sound of singing and dancing by the Northlanders. Hecate only heard his own footsteps and heartbeat.

She wished so badly that Selene would come up to her and hug her and whisper "it's okay" in her ear.

Even if she knew it wasn't really all right.

Hecate walked stumblingly, and when she was still a few steps away from Selene, she knelt and sat in the snow like a collapse.

"I may not be able to become a real human being in my whole life. I am still a weapon, and it will be dusty and rusty if I am not in use, but if I have a user, I will abide by my duty as a weapon and help the master to win. It's just me No longer the sword that helps Nagrand attack other nations, I am the shield that protects Nord."

There were still bloodstains on her silver-white armor, and her slender fingers were slightly red under the snow.Hecate just bowed his head like this, kneeling in front of Selene, as if waiting for a verdict or pity, Selene didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed her hair.

Hecate realized that she was crying, because the tears with her body temperature dripped on the ground, leaving a few dents that were too small to see clearly.

The long winter of the Nord Kingdom ended when Nagrand's iron cavalry approached the Frost-covered City. Spring came quietly in the still biting wind, and in the snow that had not receded at Selene's feet, Struggling out a piece of green seedlings.

"Hecate, Hecate." Selene called twice, "Let's go home."

Hecate looked up at her, like a devout believer looks at the God of Light.