Days and nights of women's clothing in front of the Duke

The night is dark and the starry sky is high.

The moon pierced through the clouds, pouring out its brilliance, and the sparse moonlight leaked from the birch branches and leaves. The night owl's eyes were cold, and they flapped their wings and passed the low trees. Spying on passers-by, grinding their claws ready to move.

A moist and rich smell of roots and leaves poured into the nose like tobacco leaves, they came from the humanoid painted animal skin clothes, or the unkempt and knotted hair.

Austin sneezed, the silk shirt was almost dry, it was freezing and cold, he folded his arms, staggeringly followed the humanoid walking in the forest.

He didn't know what kind of situation he was in again, what kind of treatment he would suffer, the suffering was endless, and everything was different from the time he went hunting.

Austin's tears flowed uncontrollably, he was exhausted, hungry and angry.

"Go to his blessing." He murmured his lips, resenting the priest who insisted on him getting the elk antlers himself.

"This is your rite of passage, and this is what you should do."

The tall and strong gray-robed priest had a cold face and a pair of wet hands. His fingertips touched his forehead lightly, wishing him a safe return. His indifferent and old appearance was more lifeless than a stone statue.

If I survive, I will drive him from the temple myself, Austin swore to himself.

The night is a deep and magnificent blue.

It confuses the blackness of the forest, uses moonlight as a brush, kneads everything into a ball, and roughly separates it into large pieces of gray and hazy light and shadow. Austin thinks of the painting hanging in his grandma's room, with few brushstrokes and simple The color is wiped away, the gray-blue sky, the forbidding castle, the delicate light and shadow, the Duke's manor under the night is condensed in a small canvas, and it leans quietly by the window, accompanying the late old man and his childhood.

The humanoids advancing in the night merged with the ancient forest. They were silent and reticent, and their low-pitched conversations were like notes played from a broken piano box, weird and subtle.

Austin couldn't help thinking that the human-like language was so close to the Mokdo people, but it was not classified as an intelligent race by the scholars of Themis nearly 300 years later.

The Mokdo people are the sons of mountains and lakes. Their skin is like fine snow, pale and cold. They build tall towers as white as milk on the northern peaks. They believe in strange three-eyed eyes and can climb and walk between cliffs with bare hands.

Humanoids live in forests, drink blood like fur, and live in no fixed place on the entire continent. They are devouring, cruel and savage, like wild beasts living in groups, and have repeatedly attacked human villages, causing appalling massacres.

Ye Xiao flew over his head like a light piece of paper. Austin was in a state of confusion, his expression was tense, he gritted his teeth holding back his tears, and kept looking around.

The teenager who escaped from the dungeon with him walked beside him, whistling playfully in a low voice, his raspberry-colored lips were slightly sucked, under the dense eyelashes, his eyes melted into the darkness, leaving a light like a single lamp .

Austin drew strength from those eyes, and he clenched his fists, forcing himself to be calm.

A thin trail was trimmed in the densely vegetated forest, and the traces sometimes disappeared. After walking for a quarter of an hour, the humanoid led the teenagers to the dark bushes, where the birch trees did not grow.

The leading humanoid squatted on the ground and fiddled with it for a while, and opened a door on the thorny fence. Behind the green thorny wall, a flat land was formed, with large and small shacks surrounding the stone bonfire, women and children sitting around Keeping warm by the fire, a pair of bright eyes suddenly projected over, like the gaze of a group of demons, which made Austin shiver.

Someone kicked his calf, and the pain made him fall to his knees. Austin wanted to stand up and resist angrily. A strong force pressed against his back from behind, making him hear his own bones viciously. click.

He screamed and struggled wildly, a rope tightly strangled his neck from behind, binding his hands and feet together like a sack.

Austin let out a miserable scream from his throat. He leaned his neck desperately to breathe, his nose and tears dripped down together, which was funny and pitiful.

"If I were you, I would be honest."

Andy supported Austin's back from behind, let his head rest on his shoulder, and breathed smoothly. He obviously did a good thing, but he pulled his face, still not forgetting to sneer: "Goddess is here , if you yell louder, those guys should take your head off and throw it for a child to kick as a ball."

Andy looked around. This is a small tribe, with more than [-] humanoids living there. They probably just migrated to the vicinity, and the atmosphere of living is not very strong.

Simple shacks, abrasive products everywhere, sharp steel, and exquisite tools that are incompatible with tribal civilization.

Females are as tall as males, and they are naked.Topless, wearing an animal skin skirt, with plentiful breasts.The house thorns have geometric tattoos. Most of them have thick beards and hair, with vigorous beards of similar skin color growing on their cheeks and lips. On this night, the men returned from night hunting and brought back two human captives and fresh gooseberries. They smiled happily, Unload the wild things from the men's shoulders, disembowel them, skin them and clean them, and count the casualties.

All the work first revolved around the sea-blue male humanoid, who sat comfortably by the campfire, while the woman chewed the red herbs and carefully treated his wounds.

Other male humanoids sat around a stone campfire, and the female humanoids wrapped fruit and white flocs in large leaves for the hunters to share.

They talked to each other, whispering in low voices.

Austin raised his head, the sea was surging in his green eyes, and big tears rolled out of them. He trembled in despair, and told Andy in pale and weak words.

"We're going to die."

"I heard them say they are going to kill us."

This cognition completely defeated Austin, and he cried hoarsely.

Andy was silent. The 15-year-old boy had a gloomy expression for a moment. He lowered his head and accurately grabbed Austin's ear between his thick, seaweed-like curly hair. He whispered: "Instead of crying , Why don’t you tell me what they said, Austin, you don’t want to die, right?”

Austin looked at Andy in despair, "We can't escape, they're going to do it soon, don't you understand? We're all going to die, they won't let us go, we can't escape."

His face was like a piece of broken glass, unable to fully express a certain emotion, he murmured: "It's over."

"Of course he. Damn no." Andy scolded, he approached Austin and slowed down his speech: "I have a way to get out, but you have to help me, just like in the dungeon, we always have a way go out."

really?

Austin looked at Andy in amazement, and those black eyes looked at him stubbornly, as if he was [-]% sure.

"Trust me, you know there's something for us folks, or we'd be dead. We can run, but you got him first. Damn don't cry."

The rough hemp rope was tied so that there was no gap, and it took some time to break free. Andy and the little nobleman were thrown into the open space, tied to a stake, far away from the campfire, but the dim light made it easier for him to walk lightly moving body.

The humanoids quickly finished their meal, and had the last conversation with each other before going to sleep, and then they yawned and returned to their respective huts. The women all sat around the male humanoid with aquamarine complexion, and followed him into the largest hut .

"They don't care about us anymore?" Andy asked the little nobleman, who fought back his tears and replied, "They will kill us at dawn."

"That's all his wife?" Andy said suddenly, looking in the direction of the campfire.

"What are you thinking!"

"Is not it?"

Austin couldn't help being angry: "They will do it at dawn. If we can't run out during this time, we will be burned to carbon."

Andy said: "..."

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