swear to love heaven

Hunting is a popular collective activity from ancient times to the present. Its charm comes from the primitive wildness of people chasing and hunting.How much a hunt has harvested is another strong evidence of the level of the hunter.

In different eras, the meaning of this sport is different; people of different classes have completely different hunting purposes.

Hunters are keen on hunting because it is the only way to keep them fed and clothed; ministers and aristocrats regard hunting with famous families as entertainment to pass the time and a diplomatic means to enhance feelings; while royal hunting led by the monarch , more often, it is just another form of advocating the supremacy of kingship.

Obviously, today's hunt is not similar to the above situation.

Sharma has every reason to believe that the hunting invitation from the Hittite regent is neither entertainment to pass the time nor a means of diplomacy between allies, and Lemomenna is not the kind of person who needs any form to show his momentum. It is impossible for a guy like her with a perverted personality and no one to be arrogant to engage in a gorgeous hunt to prove the nobility of the royal power.

That being the case, then her purpose is only one...

In a duel, it can be fair and no one will be injured, it's really... thoughtful.

Suddenly, I found that my thoughts coincided with those of Lemomena. It turned out that they also had the same thoughts at times.

Sitting on the horse, he took the bow and arrow handed by the guard, hung the quiver on the side of the saddle, and drew the string with the long bow in his hand. A half-moon's flexible arc was filled with Sharma's unknown excitement, quietly facing the wind spread in the eyes.

Turning his gaze, he saw that Lemomena was putting the dagger in his waist. Although the short-bladed sharp dagger was easy to carry, it was not the best weapon for hunting.To deal with the birds and beasts hidden deep in the dense forest, whether it is the hit rate of the shooting distance or the size of the lethality, bows and arrows are definitely the best choice.

Raising his eyebrows contemptuously, he was indeed a guy who was so arrogant that he ignored the laws of nature. He secretly laughed at Lemomena's conceit. Sharma patted the horse's neck to appease the anxious horse stomping back and forth.

"Your Highness, the horse is waiting impatiently, can we start now?" Tightening the reins, Sharma asked with a half-smile, showing insufficient respect.

Looking sideways, I saw obvious sarcasm in Sharma's cold smiling eyes. The piercing smile, like her red hair, made people's eyes hurt.

"Of course, if the general is ready, we can go." She said politely. If you ignore the cold light in Lemomena's eyes, her attitude is actually quite gentle.

Spreading her hands, Sharma signaled that she was ready and smiled.

"Aziz, you guys are waiting here, you don't have to go with you." His gaze swept across the surrounding figures, and finally landed on Aziz, his eyes flickering.

Hearing this, Aziz immediately looked nervous, and said anxiously: "This, this...there may be many wild animals in the deep mountains and valleys, so let the ministers follow His Highness and the general, so as to protect the two of you."

Does this person even know how to pretend, or is he too lazy to pretend?Seeing his hypocrisy and hypocrisy, Lemomena wanted to laugh and curse at the same time.

He waved his hand, glared at him impatiently, looked at Sharma, put his hand on the sword on his waist, tapped the handle of the sword with delicate patterns with his fingertips, and said with a smile: "General, if you feel that it is not safe to enter the mountain, You can let your subordinates accompany you."

The faint anger was aroused by her words, the invisible lingering flames, and the visible ashen complexion.He wanted to laugh, but he just tugged at the corners of his mouth. The extremely cold and beautiful face wore a mask-like stiff smile. "No need."

Then, Sharma confessed a few words to the Egyptian guards accompanying her in Egyptian.

Obviously, the Egyptians did not agree to let Sharma enter the mountain alone, but they couldn't overcome her stubbornness, so they had to wait here.

Looking at each other, in the indifferent gaze cast by the other party, I found a similar gaze. It was a provocative indifference, and the arrogance and pride that was not as bright as the sun soaked the air, mixed with a little anger that was trying to suppress and faintly flowed between the two. between.

With a groan, Lemomenna rode his horse and ran towards the forest first. The white dust rolled up the small gravel and flew into the wind.

Sharma snorted coldly, whipped the horse, rushed into the dust-covered mountain road, and disappeared in the dust and mist stepped by the horse's hooves in the blink of an eye.

The rest of the people looked at each other for a while, and each went to find a place to rest.

Although I don't quite understand why the two didn't allow their subordinates to follow, but from the weird atmosphere surging in the early summer air, we can also see a little bit of clues...the attitude of tit for tat, the words that don't give way, the emotions of resistance... …

Even though they are already allies, the faint hostile gaze that flickers in their eyes is quite eye-catching... Lemomena, who is tempered like ice and cold, is arrogant and stubborn, giving people headaches, while smelting and blazing like fire. Sharma, being arrogant and flamboyant is also a headache...

It is conceivable that when these two women meet together, it is destined that this hunt will not be peaceful.It's just that no one thought that there would be unexpected situations hidden in this hunting activity in the deep mountains.

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Located in the mountains far away from Hattusha City, the towering ancient trees with luxuriant foliage almost cover the sky airtight.The thin light strives to penetrate through the layers of branches and leaves, and introduces the no longer dazzling light into the dark forest. The grotesque and colorful light and shadow, like countless unpredictable light clouds, sprinkle intermittently on the dark green grass.

As deep as water, far and endless...Majestic, but also dangerous.

In the meantime, anything can happen.

For example, now----

The rapid sound of horseshoes disrupted the quiet and deep time. The two horses drove forward and galloped past. Deep footprints are made, new ones cover the old ones, and then they are trampled flat again.

The forest is full of chaotic sounds, the heavy panting of wild animals running, the crisp sound of crushing branches, the chaotic rhythm of horseshoes, and the hard sound of wind hitting the face. .

It's just that it's not animals that are being chased, but... people.

"left!"

He raised his hand to draw the bow, loosened his fingertips, and without even aiming, the long arrow roared out... The silver and shimmering iron arrow pierced into the gray fur of his body, and the huge black shadow that had just popped out suddenly fell down, stirring up A piece of grass foam and dead leaves rose and fell around.

"Damn it, can you say it sooner!" Cursed aggressively, Sharma drew another arrow from the quiver and put the bowstring again.

He wanted to curse back, but before he opened his mouth, he was caught off guard by another shadow rushing from the side of the slope, his white teeth gleaming with a bloodthirsty cold light.

With a flick of the sword, when the fur was cut open, the throat under the skin was also cut open. A handful of blood sprayed out from the broken neck, instantly dyeing the entire iron sword red.

A pungent smell of blood seeped into the air, and when the wind swept behind him, the smell immediately swirled and spread rapidly.

This unpleasant smell was the rallying horn to wake up the ferocious beasts hidden in the depths of the dense forest, soundlessly sounding a bloody battle of massacres.

The blood gushing out from the animal corpses will attract more beasts to gather here.If things go on like this, within half an hourglass, they will be surrounded by them, unable to move an inch.

"Go to the valley, there is a way to go out, hurry up!" Clamping on the stirrups, he shouted to Sharma, who was half a horse behind.

With a low curse, Sharma urged the horse to run. Sharma didn't want to waste her energy getting angry at Lemomenna. Judging from the current situation, she had to save her strength and find a way to get back alive.

No one expected that this hunting competition would turn out like this... Chasing and fleeing, hunting and being killed, earth-shaking changes.

An hourglass ago, they were hunters.

However, at this moment it is - prey.

When they realized that they had become prey, they had the opportunity to retreat quickly out of the mountain.However, they did not choose to do this, but continued to shuttle through the forest, following the rapid horseshoes into the forest.

It's funny to say that the reason why they almost gave up the idea of ​​escaping at the same time was just a glance at each other.

When those beasts appeared from nowhere, the provocative light in the brown eyes really made Sharma feel uncomfortable all over.Therefore, she simply turned the rein and ran into the woods, answering Lemomenna's wanton and arrogant attitude with actions.

Their willful and hasty behavior has caused many murderous intentions at this moment, and the consequence of miscalculating the form is that they are facing more and more wolves.

Attacks by wolves are often fatal.

Unlike the single attack brought by those solitary beasts, the attack launched by the wolves has the effect of multiple attacks.If you knock down one, another one will emerge, and the endless continuous attacks will only make you focus on one and lose the other.Even if they can withstand it for a while, they will eventually fall under their tireless and violent attacks due to lack of physical strength.

The weapons were dwindling, Sharma glanced at the quiver, there were less than thirty arrows left.Guessing that Lemomena's situation is not much better, she threw at least ten daggers.

For the fairness of the game, except for the portable sword, the number of other weapons is the same.Now it seems that it is really stupid.

"How many daggers are there?" Confirm it, and feel more at ease.

"23, how about you?"

"26." Out of the corner of his eye, the pack of wolves followed closely, and asked, "Do you have anything else hidden?"

Eyes sideways, piercing brown eyes, sullen anger that can't be blown away by the strong wind. "I was just about to ask you."

Raising eyebrows and laughing, the strong wind blowing head-on blurred Sharma's self-deprecating voice. "Hunting with His Highness is a constant surprise. If I had known that today would be so interesting, I should have brought more weapons."

"If everyone could 'know today', would there be such a thing as 'regret' in the world?"

His eyes turned cold, and a fierce light suddenly appeared, his chest was filled with a feeling of oppression that was about to explode. Sharma's hand holding the bow and arrow tightened, and suddenly blue veins emerged.

At the same time, a straight line of light like a blade appeared in front, the woods on both sides gradually thinned out, and the wolves behind were still persevering, like shadows that could not be shaken off, like ghosts entangled with undead.

"Quickly, go to the valley." Lemomenna said in a low voice, and the horse under him accelerated and ran towards the entrance of the valley.

Sharma glanced behind her, and as far as her eyes could see, an undulating black shadow was rushing towards them like a tide, with a turbulent momentum to swallow them up.

Not daring to neglect in the slightest, they ran into the valley with Lemomenna.

Among the mountains with overlapping peaks, there are inconspicuous valleys. The larger ones need to walk for a day, and the smaller ones can see the bottom of the valley at a glance.

In the valley they ran into, they could vaguely see the mountains on the other side, and there was a small pool in the depression on the left. Stones rolled down the hillside were scattered in the valley, and grass was overgrown everywhere. It was desolate and there was no trace of human habitation.

The horseshoes stepped on the grass, startling the echo of the valley, and the rushing wind followed them into the valley, and the swaying grass tips drew countless green lines.

The horse ran for a while, and had to stop-the exit was gone, blocked by the rolling boulders.

Looking at the gravel-blocked exit in front of her, Sharma wanted to laugh, at her own luck, and at the plan of the Hittite regent. "Is this the way you said to escape?"

Startled, for a moment.What followed immediately was the anger raised by Wuming. "How do I know it's blocked."

"Since you don't know it's blocked, then you can't guarantee it's unblocked, so why run here?" Sharma felt that even if the wolves killed her, she would be caught by Lemomen. ignorance.

Casting his eyes coldly at Sharma, he squeezed out the anger that was on the verge of breaking out from between his teeth, and said word by word in a deep voice, "This is the shortest way."

Rolling his eyes, he cursed, standard Egyptian, and knew that Lemomenna could understand it.

Ignoring her disrespect, and having no time to argue with her, seeing the pack of wolves rushing into the valley, like a dark gray cloud, with a foul and pungent smell, it washed away from the clear valley bottom in an instant mountain breeze.

The brown eyes darkened, together with the dull one, and Lemomena's overly calm voice. "Rush out, or die here, you choose one."

The brown eyes reflected the wolves that suddenly slowed down and kept approaching, surrounding them. The black and gray fur swayed slightly in the wind, and the bloodshot eyes were full of excited hunting instincts, undisguised. nature.

The playful expression faded away, and he frowned slightly, a strand of red hair was lifted by the wind, and slowly brushed across his cheeks, showing a trace of hidden anxiety, a trace of uncontrollable killing intent. "Don't expect me to save you."

Smiling, arrogance and recklessness made people look sideways, Qing Jia was still cold, and the corners of slightly curved eyes revealed a rare bright light.

"Each each other."

As the words fell, two daggers came out of her hands, flashing the anger of her being driven into a desperate situation, and one left and one right threw themselves into the wolves with the unique sharpness of iron.

Not much to say, watching the enraged pack of wolves rushing towards, Sharma drew a bow and fired an arrow, the light long arrow with white feathers pierced the sun, and flew towards the target without hesitation.