Lucy

(' Holger huddled behind the bushes, panting heavily, his left eye was damaged, dripping mucus and purple-black blood, like a rotten hole filled with minced meat.

The icy cold wind undoubtedly aggravated this inhuman pain several times, but he didn't dare to stop at all. Ning endured the biting cold in the cold wind, and when he thought of the corpses stabbed by spears on the battlefield, With the royal guard who smashed his eyes with the handle of an axe, Holger couldn't help speeding up his pace.

He left all his men to be slaughtered by the leather-clad demons. He also dropped the knight sword he had snatched from the murdered female knight, although for a trash robber like him, it is very likely that he will never find a second one for that thing.

But he kept his helmet, an old horned helmet with one horn missing, silly looking and heavy.

He suffered a head injury and couldn't wear the helmet, so he carried it away. When you can't hold it anymore, stop and rest. But she still refused to drop his 'one ear helmet', because, that was his... "Lucy".

"Lucy" Holger covered his rotten eyes, and forced a forced smile towards the chiseled helmet, "We must be able to escape, my dear! That year, Sir Sissustan led With more than a hundred people arresting us everywhere, didn't we make it through?"

"Mr. Priest! Are you sure that idiot bandit leader wearing a fool's helmet is running towards the side?" A voice as loud as a roaring wild boar echoed in the snow valley, "I obviously blinded him in one eye! "

"Tomen, why did you just shatter one of his eyes?" It wasn't the Wolfe's voice that Holger had heard before. "Since it's so close, why didn't you shatter his head?"

Tommen's voice seemed a little embarrassed: "Well, he seems to be very good at hiding... Luthor! Why do you know so much!"

"Wait!" Wolf called to the two of them, lying on the ground trying to identify something, "Ahead, someone smells like someone was hurt!"

Tommen: "..."

Luther: "..."

"Boss, your posture is good, good, so indecent..." Luther said with a playful smile, "You should be fine standing up!"

"The air in the upper layer moves fast, and you can't smell farts." Wolfe didn't even look up.

"But" Tommen looked around, "you are the leader, Mr. Priest!"

"It's just the three of us now, whoever tells it, the other two will kill him!" Wolfe didn't care.

Tommen: "..."

Luther: "..."

No matter what the two guys said, Wolfe still refused to get up, and continued to transform from Wolf (wolf) into Doug (dog dog). He used the energy he had used to adjust thirty kinds of perfume raw materials with his father back then, and sniffed it up and down on the snow.

Even Holger, who was secretly laughing at the beginning, didn't dare to take a big breath: "Did this grandson notice something? How come the more he smells, the closer he is?"

Wolf suddenly stood up and shouted: "Over there! Over there! Tommen go back, gather the army, collect the loot, and clean up the battlefield! Luther comes with me!"

Tommen faltered, "Why me!"

"Have you fought more battles, or have I fought more battles with Luther?" Wolff gave him a blank look, "Are you rich in search experience, or are we rich in experience?" Hmph.

Tommen let out a long sigh: "Okay! I'll go and command those useless people! Luther, protect Mr. Priest! If he loses a little fur, I'll tear your bones apart!" Luther nodded, and Walter Ralph ran in the opposite direction of Holger's hiding place together.

"Bah!" Holger covered his injured eye, and hugged the helmet tightly into his arms, "Dear Lucy, they are really three big fools, don't you think?"

He had just taken two or three steps when he saw Luthor holding an ax and Wolfe carrying his knight sword under a tree not far away.

"Dear Luther" Wolfe said with a smile, "he really looks like a big fool, don't you think so!"

"Fuck! I'm fighting with you!" Wolfe felt that there was something wrong with Holger with one eye. He wanted to remind Luthor, but he felt his head was hit hard, his eyes went dark, and he stood upright. fell backwards.

The heavy blow on the forehead and the icy snow instantly swallowed Wolfe's perception. The Swadian-style knight sword on his shoulder flew far away, and slipped into a mountain pit.

Just when Wolfe's forehead was hot and his neck was cold, it was terrible, and when he was about to report to Odin at the Temple of Valgra, a pair of big hands tightly locked his throat. A bloody hole-like eye was staring at him, and under that eye was a big distorted mouth roaring morbidly, as if it was a one-eyed hellhound that wanted to drag him into the bottomless darkness.

However, fortunately, a "God Lock" strangled the monster's mouth from behind the "Hell Three-Headed Dog"! The monster flung around violently, dirty purple blood splattered everywhere from the injured eye, the monster's hand was loosened from his neck, and Wolfe could finally breathe freely.

A high-pitched voice brought Wolff back to reality from his half-dead state: "Boss! Boss! Wake up! This is not a place to sleep!"

The world finally returned to normal in Wolfe's pupils. This is just a piece of snow, not the so-called Hell River Styx; the one who strangled his neck was not a one-eyed hellhound, but that old lunatic Holger who was missing a bit. One eye; it was not Shensuo who held the vicious dog, but Luthor, whose ax was knocked flying by Holger, pulled out his leather belt, strangled Holger's neck... As for the Wolf knocked down the thing on the ground, he looked left and right, and took out a helmet with one horn missing from the snowdrift.

"This is your daughter-in-law? Are you willing to throw it out and beat me?" Wolfe held it, waved it in front of the strangled Holger, wiped it with snow, and kissed it obscenely "It's mine now!"

One of the most incredible things in Wolfe's life happened.

Holger, who was originally lively and full of energy, heard this sentence, as if his chest had been pierced by a long sword, his face suddenly turned pale, and he opened his mouth wide, "Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of old blood Golf was flushed all over.

The stunned Wolfe didn't even have time to wipe the blood stains from the corners of his eyes. He saw Holger lying in a pool of blood spurted out by him in a dark red world. With extreme reluctance to the helmet named Lucy.

Luther let go, and he was also stunned. The two looked at each other.

"He's dead." Wolfe bit his lip. This... was unexpected.

"Yeah, he's dead." Luthor tied the blood-red belt back around his waist, speaking in a nonsensical dialogue.

After a long silence, it was Luther who spoke first: "Is he really having an affair with this helmet?"

"Maybe." Wolfe took off his leather cap, and casually put the helmet on top of his head. "Speaking of which, my first time was for the quilt at home. Who knows... what new things can he do?" pattern?"

The wind lifts the thick layer of snow from the ground, and it falls randomly to the bottom of the mountain valley, as if the Snow Goddess spread her Manli skirt on the earth, beautiful and poignant.

This is the only scenery worth mentioning in Greenland, but Wolfe and Luther walked in the snowstorm without saying a word. The campfire ahead and Tommen's loud voice showed that camp was close at hand.

Suddenly, Wolfe felt the big bag that he had just been hit by the helmet suddenly heat up, so hot that it almost made him cry.

At the same time, everything in front of him seemed to be breaking up and reorganizing. Gradually, he found that everything in front of him was slowly slowing down in his field of vision, and the pervasive snowflakes became tiny particles. Even when he tried his best to pay attention to any snowflake within ten meters, he could observe its edges, corners and cracks.

"Boss! Why did you stop?" Luther stepped forward to remove the helmet from Wolfe's head with concern (it couldn't be easier) "As I said, your head is injured and you are not suitable for wearing a helmet! "

The visual image returns to the past the moment the helmet is removed. Wolf pulled off the helmet in a daze, and asked unconsciously, "Lucy...is that you? No wonder that idiot Holger escaped from Tommen... ..it's amazing."

Luther lowered his head, handed the helmet to Wolff helplessly, and said with a smile, "Boss! Your Lucy!"