Chapter 60:

The sky of the dead forest is covered with thick and dark gray fog all day long, even the bright and bright sunshine can hardly penetrate the obstacles and fall into the forest.
It is rumored that this land shrouded in the breath of death even disdains the gods’ favor, so the animals and plants that can live in this place are far more tenacious than those in other places, and the climate and temperature are also colder and wetter than the outside world. Less, especially after nightfall, the temperature becomes more icy.
At midnight, when a thin layer of ice condensed on the river surface due to the abnormally low temperature of the Death Forest, you curled up and hugged yourself. Several times you almost woke up from the cold until a feather like a bird was soft and fluffy. Only after the seductive and warm "quilt" is covered on your body, you can't help but lean against the heat source, bury your face in the fluffy feathers and fall asleep peacefully.
After being caught by Medusa, you rarely sleep a good night in fear every day. When you wake up in the morning, you open your hazy eyes, cover your lips and yawn, and then you get caught under the tip of your nose. The tip of the feather irritated him and sneezed again, and then he found that something seemed to be pulled off in his hand.
You raise your hand in surprise and look at the white feathers in your hand.
……and many more! feather? !
You bite your lip and raised your head tremblingly, and you met a pair of cold blue eyes and dark faces without emotional ups and downs. Against the gloomy and gloomy background of the Death Forest, you looked like a deadly evil from hell.
"Yes, sorry!"
You crawled out from under the warm wings of the opponent, and solemnly apologized to the other party in fear.
"I really didn't mean to...Ah tweeted!"
As soon as the cold air invaded, you sneezed again and again. The tip of your nose and the corners of your eyes became red. The eyelashes that looked like two small fans were wetted by physiological tears. It's like a little animal who has been bullied. Someone who doesn't know thinks you were abused/treated by someone.
It seems that because of the high level of vigilance and exhaustion over the past few days and the low temperature of the death forest, you, who are not in good health, will naturally catch a cold.
If you change to a modern society with a more advanced medical civilization, you only need to take a few pills of anti-fever medicine, sleep well, and wake up. But in this different world where medicine is not developed, and you are still in this kind of world. In poor conditions and lack of drugs, if the cold worsens and causes pneumonia or respiratory infections, you will not be able to recover even as a priest. After all, healing can only treat physical injuries and purify curses caused by black magic. For diseases of the body, we can only rely on various drugs and our own immunity.
It wasn't until your shivering body was wrapped in warm wings again that you felt much more comfortable.
"That...thank you."
Although you know that the other party is kind, you really don't have the courage to look directly at his face again in the face of this terrifying face that seems to be threatened by debt collection.
What you said is not terrible because of how ugly or deformed the other party is. On the contrary, the Lightwing Knight is still very handsome from the outside. It is just that he is not angry and majestic and he is cold and indifferent. Her ice blue eyes make people feel an unbearable sense of oppression and suffocation from the bottom of their hearts.
To describe this feeling more appropriately, it is probably the mixed feeling of anxiety and anxiety that was mixed with anxiety and panic when the black-faced dean was called to the office for a separate interrogation when he made a mistake when he was a child.
You feel very ashamed and guilty about this. It is clear that the other party suffered such a serious injury because of your call for help, and you are afraid of the cold and lend you wings to keep you warm, but you dare not even look at the other party's face. .
What a kind and gentle person.
He just looks a little scary. You think that as long as you overcome this psychological barrier, you can communicate with the other party normally.
When you gather up the courage to raise your head and want to solemnly thank the other person, you meet again, as if your facial muscles are twitching and convulsing, and the corners of your mouth evoke a terrifying face with a ghastly sneer.
Your heart almost stopped beating in fright by his dark sneer.
"Yes, yes... I'm sorry!!"
You trembled with your lips, your voice trembled, thinking that you inadvertently annoyed the other person again, that would make him show this terrible smile.
Seemingly aware of the impact of his smile on you, the Lightwing Knight was stunned, then returned to his expressionless appearance and turned his head, leaving only the back of your head.
Although you can't see his face, but inexplicably feel a faint melancholy and loss from him.
You froze for a moment, and slowly came over with an afterthought. He probably wanted to smile at you just now to show friendliness, but you did not understand what he meant.
"Sorry." You made some mental preparations again, and greeted him proactively again: "Are you... okay?"
His body trembled, but he did not respond to you.
Seeing his reaction, you became more sure of your guess, and your tone became softer, "How is your injury? Is it still painful?"
After all, your timbre tends to be gentle and gentle. Although it is not as good as the sound of a mermaid, it can give people a sense of tranquility and comfort. Especially when it is deliberately softened, it will give people a kind of trickle. It's very reassuring, soft touch that is hard to resist.
Every time you use this tone to coax children who are angry or crying, it is surprisingly effective.
After hearing your soft voice and concern, the light-winged tribe who turned his head slowly turned his head and looked at you again, but this time he covered the lower half of his face with his hand, showing only a pair of coldness. Waveless ice blue eyes.
If I cover my face like this... I really feel a little familiar.
"You are... Lord Galluk?" You whispered tentatively in a slightly uncertain tone.
The other party was stunned for a moment, and then made a slightly hoarse ‘um’ in his covered mouth.
It turned out to be an acquaintance!
If you face other Lightwing knights that you are not familiar with at all, you will be a little nervous, but for this lightwing clan chief judge who has met several times, is taciturn and kind, suddenly a stone falls in your heart. , The mood also relaxed a lot.
"I'm sorry, I was a little scared because I didn't recognize you before." You curled your lips and showed him a gentle and friendly smile, "Because you have been wearing that kind of mask before...Ah!"
You sneezed again before you finished speaking. You couldn't help but sucked the tip of your red nose, and apologized: "I'm sick now, I might infect you, Lord Galluk, you still leave me It's better to be farther away."
Your gaze searched around, and when you found the crumpled robe in the grass, you walked over and wrapped yourself in the robe. Although the robe was not very thick, it also made you feel not as cold as before.
Garukh looked under his empty wings, then raised his eyes and looked at you, who was sneezing while covering the tip of his nose.
For Galluh, who has been healthy since he was a child and has almost never gotten sick, apart from being injured occasionally due to fighting with powerful enemies, human illnesses are far away from him and his people. .
This is the disparity in the concept of illness between two different races with very different physiques.
In addition to the powerful Lightwings who died in battle or died of natural aging, it is almost impossible for them to die for other reasons in their lives, and all the Lightwings are not afraid of death, because after they die they The soul of the Lightwing tribe will be reclaimed by the Holy Land of the Light Wings. Until the next Holy Sacrifice Day, the lightwing tribesmen who have died will descend into the world with brand new life forms, once again becoming the guardians of the new order of this world.
In a certain way, every member of the Light Wing Clan actually possesses almost unlimited lives.
But while possessing such blessings, they have also lost many of the ordinary and happiness that other races can experience. They are like naturally deserted, brave and fearless fighters. They will grow to death in the repeated cycles of battle throughout their lives unless they voluntarily give up. Eternal life, otherwise the members of the Lightwing tribe would never be able to escape this lonely and cruel fate.
Therefore, they have extra pity for the fragile and perishable life, after all, this is the life and the splendid and colorful emotions that they can never experience.
The death forest in the early morning was extremely cold, you rubbed your reddish fingers, and leaned to your mouth and breathed a breath of heat.
You have to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise you will finally escape from Medusa's lair, and you don't want to die in this lifeless forest in vain.
Fortunately, the fever is not very serious, so it should be no problem to stay out of here.
You checked the magic power in the □□ and found that all night, only a little magic power like hair was restored.
But it’s right to think about it. This is the Death Forest. The light element contained in the air is pitiful. On the contrary, the dark element that makes you uncomfortable is richer than other magic elements. If it is a dark wizard or a necromancer in this environment You will feel extremely comfortable when you go down, and the recovery speed of magic power will be several times faster.
When you were thinking about how to get out of this forest, your shoulders suddenly sank slightly, wrapping your body with warm, masculine clothing, and letting the chill of your whole body clear away.
You look down and find that this somewhat torn garment is a bit like a knight's shirt.
You looked at the young presiding judge who was almost naked/naked upper body in astonishment, and stammered: "Master Galluk? Are you not cold? You will catch a cold like this..."
"I've never been sick." Garukh gave you a faint look. "You are cold. Dress first. Your condition is getting worse and troublesome."
When he said that, you are a little at a loss. Indeed, if your condition gets worse now, it is likely to be a drag on your legs. Even if Lord Galluh is kind-hearted and does not dislike you, you have no face to drag your seriously ill body into trouble. People.
But is he really cold?
And he was hurt so badly yesterday...
You quietly glanced at his back, and found that yesterday's bone wounds had been scabs, some of the shallower wounds even left only new pale pink scars.
This kind of almost abnormal self-healing power...Woo, you are so envious!
And I didn’t expect that the presiding judge of abstinence, who wears airtight, almost from head to toe, under the heavy armor and cloth, is not the extremely exaggerated masculine muscle □□like that your brain fills before, but the light-winged clan. His body proportions and skeleton are two horns directly larger than that of humans, and the first impression of the heavily armed and solemn image creates the feeling of an extremely tall and strong fighter.
If you appreciate it according to the aesthetic standards of normal people, the figure of the chief judge of the Lightwing tribe is still very standard and pleasing to the eye. There is no shortage of wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. The smooth muscle lines seem to contain every inch. The amazing explosive power and the crisscrossing old and new scars on the body add a few different kinds of charm that belong to mature men.
When you see the dense scars on his body, your heart suddenly tightens inexplicably.
It turns out that in your eyes the invincible and powerful Garukh will be injured like a human being.
You didn’t realize that the halo on the top of his head changed from white to dark pink with flashes, and he seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, and he took him directly with him. I took out a new set of clothes from the space ring I carried and put on again.
...Wait, space ring? ?
The space ring is an extremely precious magic item, which can only be used by the upper-class people with distinguished status, wealth and power. The price varies according to the size of the space, but there is no doubt that even the space ring with the smallest space capacity, You have to save at least several years before you can afford it.
As the presiding judge of the Holy See, Galluh is not unusual to have a space ring that can store things.
only……
You have a weird expression watching him casually take out new knight shirts and coats from his belongings, and then look down at the worn-out clothes he wore with blood stains on his body, slowly on his head A puzzled question mark appeared.
Ah, to be content, how can you be so greedy.
It is already a very considerate act for Lord Galluk to give you a piece of clothing to keep you warm, how can you get an inch!
You despise yourself severely in your heart, and when you are about to speak, your stomach makes a ‘grumbling’ sound untimely.
Especially the questioning look in the presiding judge's eyes makes you embarrassed that you want to dig a hole in the same place and bury yourself in it.
Fortunately, Garuch didn't say much, but took his weapon, turned and walked to the river, his eyes suddenly became sharp and serious.
I saw him swiftly inserting the □ in his hand into the turbulent river a few times. When he raised the gun again, the gun/head was filled with a bunch of fat and strong body, and the shape was quite long. Strange fish.
You stared blankly at his actions, and your heart has been swiped by the famous painting ‘scream’ emoticon.
So you later discovered that he was very skillful in using the tip of the spear to flexibly clean the scales of a few fish, opened his belly and cleaned the internal organs, and then inserted the wooden roots/cleaned fish that I didn’t know where he got from, on the shore After a fire was lit, the aroma of grilled fish squeaked over after a while.
Garuch took a bite of the grilled fish, and then handed you another fish that had not been bitten.
You whispered a thank you, and took the grilled fish that he handed over. Under the urging of hunger, you tried to ignore this strangely shaped fish, even though these grilled fish did not use any seasoning. But there is no strange fishy smell. After one bite, the sweet and fragrant fish almost melts in your mouth, immediately hooking up the gluttons in your belly.
You, who had a low appetite, let out a sigh of satisfaction after eating half of it.
But when your gaze swept over and was thrown aside, there were still a few pieces of silver long/gun with fish scales remaining on the tip of the gun, you were embarrassed and guilty at the same time and said apologetically.
Suddenly, Galluk's expression changed suddenly. He threw the unfinished grilled fish into the fire, wrapped your body with one hand, and picked up the silver/gun on the ground with the other.
"Master Galluk, what's the matter?" You asked nervously.
Garukh did not speak to answer you, but stared at the opposite bank with alert and alertness.
You also vaguely felt a little trembling of the danger approaching.
In your guarded eyes, dozens of light and vigorous ghost-like figures swiftly passed through the branches and woodland of the death forest. In a short while, they came to you.
Dark red eyes, beautiful face, tall and slender body, and jet-black skin that seems to have been born in the mud-like muddy mud for a long time.
These uninvited guests are all nightfallen elves who daunt other races and are evil and cruel in nature.
They hide in the shadows of the trees, looking at you and Garuk with cold and greedy eyes, like poisonous snakes waiting for opportunities at any time.
Until a dark-skinned male elf with long silver-white hair, a black rapier carved with elf runes, and a pair of golden and red eyes that are completely different from other nightfall elves, slowly walked out .
After passing Garukh, his eyes fell on you who was tightly held in his arms.
Those beautiful eyes, which looked like a Persian cat, seemed to flash a hint of cold discomfort quickly.
Then he narrowed dangerously.
"Got you."