Zerg Achilles

Chapter 24

where to go.

Or go nowhere.

You have no strength left, your legs are heavy, and your arms are hard to unbutton. You stand there in a daze, and staggered forward a few steps. The grass by the lake is soaked in water, and the soil is slightly sunken. Wet mud covered hard boots.

Your ears are cold, and the wind is blowing into them. You reach out and touch them, and your hands are covered with wet and sticky blood. There is probably a break on your head. The temperature freezes your senses. Your scalp is numb, but you don’t feel it. pain.

Looking around, there are endless green spaces, and it doesn't matter where you go.

where to go.

You want to go home, but you know you can't.

Or just run away, you look back at the lake, the cold and gloomy water rushes to the shore in waves, the sky is getting late, and the evening is also ushering in the Glenturle Grassland, the afterglow of the setting sun casts a gentle breeze on the grass leaves facing the sun It is golden, and the sunset glow is crimson, blooming in the sky.

The water of the lake is sparkling, rippling with magnificent golden blue.

The female worm closed her handsome eyebrows, half of her body was floating in the lake, sleeping peacefully, the blood oozing from the wound was scattered in the lake, you turned around and squatted down slowly.

"I trust you once." You gently touched the blood scab on his forehead with your left hand missing the little finger: "You will send me home."

The grassland is silent and silent, where civilization grows wildly, living together with birds, insects and fish, it is absurd and ignorant, it is so cold and cruel to you, you touch his forehead, but your heart is almost tender.

do not lie to me.

You speak softly.

After eating and drinking, the grass camel finally thinks of its master, and slowly walks over to rub your back. You touch its big head, and the wet hair is hot. You warm your hands, and your dexterous fingers untie the thick hair. poncho.

Then you waded through the water and put the poncho under the female with great effort. The lake was freezing cold. You shivered and rummaged through your bags and found the gauze and rope. Bundled together, fortunately, the poncho is long enough to wrap around the female's calf even if it is spread out as hard as possible.

You tie the poncho and the rope together, and choose a little yellow-haired one from the gray and one-yellow grass camel, which looks silly and jubilant. The gray-haired grass camel held its head indifferently, and walked not far away to eat grass.

"Duh-duh-"

The little yellow hair took heavy steps and dragged the poncho to drag the female ashore. You jumped off your hump, protected the female's head, and then took off your coat to wrap her bare calf.

You struggled to find all your bags, and began to trek across the grassland, and the gray-haired camel followed at a leisurely pace.

Far away from the water source, you are aimless, letting the grass camel's instinct to avoid danger, and only look back from time to time to pay attention to the situation of the female. The place dragged by the poncho flattened the grass and became a small path.

The night is getting darker, the sky is as black as ink blue, and the brilliance of one or two remaining stars is dim. They are lonely like fireflies, and travelers walk alone in the sea of ​​grass like snails.

The low temperature makes your hair condensed with a layer of frost, and you move your feet numbly, not daring to stop.

You can't find a place to camp, so you can only try to get the camels together, and then squeeze into them to keep warm. You hold the female, put him and the poncho into the gap between the camels, and then squeeze in again.

The female's body was slightly hot, and her cheeks flushed abnormally.

After thinking twice, you took out a few soft blue fruits from the interlayer of your clothes.

"stupid."

You muttered coldly, squeezed out the fruit juice, and slowly fed it into the female's mouth. The overflowing pulp was rolled up with your fingers, and then pried open his mouth and stuffed it in.

The female swallows unconsciously, together with your fingers. The warm lips and tongue wrap around your cold fingertips. You are startled, you withdraw in a daze, and pat his face. Slightly open, but there is no sign of waking up, but a deep sleep, and the brows are slowly loosened.

You fed him the remaining fruits one after another. You are familiar with plants. This kind of fruit is the raw material for purifying and repairing agents. It is controlled by the military in the alliance and private cultivation is not allowed, but it can be seen everywhere on the cliffs of the narrow and long mountains. vine.

You wiped your fingers clean, your body curled up into a ball when you received the instruction to rest, the cold wind was blocked out, you were too tired to think too much, and you nestled next to the female insect and fell asleep quickly.

You have strict schedules, and they feed your biological clock.

Usually you get up very early, but not today, the sun shines directly on your eyelids, and your gentle breath brushes your earlobe, you open your eyes, look down and see a messy head, the female's cheeks are flushed, her eyes are moist, Leaning against your arms, she raised an eyebrow quite unexpectedly.

"You didn't run away." He said, and you kept looking down with a blank expression.

"My leg hurts a bit." He said miserable.

You frowned: "Doesn't your head hurt?" You wondered if the female worm broke her head.

"Hiss." The female belatedly said, "My head hurts too."

He sat up slowly with his hands propped up, his eyes were bright, as if he had sprinkled a handful of little stars: "Little facial paralysis, are you okay?"

You shook your head with a straight face, and the female suddenly collapsed as if a bone had been pulled out, but due to the limited space between the grass camels, she threw herself directly into your arms.

"Fuck." He cursed, "Why is it so numb, I can't move."

Your ears are hot, and you push away his head buried in your shoulder socket uncomfortably, watching his useless movement of limbs, it seems that you have been greatly shocked, and your face is full of disbelief.

Unpurified blue fruits do have moderate paralysis side effects. You fed him four or five fruits, from last night to now, at least an hour or so before he can move.

But you can't tell him, so the female worm leans on you like a tiger, sighing.

You tugged at his cheek, the female turned her head to bite your finger, you coldly tugged at his ear, mercilessly mocking: "Childish."

Your hands hang down to the sides and touch his waist, the female subconsciously shrinks back, his body is strong and fit, with smooth and tough texture lines, but he is cold and fierce, fierce and inviolable, but at this moment he looks pale and fragile , shortness of breath, moist reddish eyes dark and deep, but the eyelashes trembled slightly, as if crying.

You lowered your eyelids and unconsciously twitched the corners of your mouth: "You can move in an hour."

The female was stunned, narrowed her eyes, hummed, and then said slowly: "Little facial paralysis..."

"I'm not facial paralysis." You lowered the corners of your mouth and corrected seriously.

Female: "Then just smile."

You sneered, pushed his face away, the grass camel slowly stood up to eat grass, the warm gap squeezed into the cold morning wind, you stood up with your hands and feet, the female was lying on the ground miserable, with her long arms spread Longlegs play corpses.

You step past him and rummage through the bag.

The female is watching your actions, and sighs: "The food has been washed away by the river."

"..."

You put down your luggage and squatted down: "How can I find something to eat?"

The female enthusiastically instructed you to go fishing by the lake. You frowned. You walked too long yesterday. This place is probably far away from the lake, but you don’t know the way. However, this worry was quickly dispelled by the female explanation.

The grass camel knows the way.

Without further ado, you checked the ropes, tied up the poncho, and rode a grass camel to the lake after confirming that there were no omissions. You really wanted to get out of the sun, and you were shivering because of the low temperature. Maybe you could light a fire before fishing.

The calm and calm face of the female insect disappeared after the poncho was dragged by the grass camel. You guessed that he had never been so easy to drive across the road, just lying down and not moving.

"Little facial paralysis!"

On the way, you seemed to hear him yelling behind the grass camel’s ass, but you didn’t pay much attention to it, and you were making plans for building a fire for warmth, fishing and cooking in your head.

Until you no longer hear the poncho clattering and dragging.

You turn around, huh?What about Kunto...

You stared blankly at the empty poncho, lost in thought.

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