Seeing Tarina rushing into the thick fog, Charles followed without thinking. Before, Tarina didn't even have the strength to speak, but now she is walking as fast as a deer, and Shire dare not slow down a step, for fear that she will be lost if she hesitates.

After running out for a short while, he couldn't hear the movement on the other side of the team. This fog not only obscured the vision, but also cut off the sound. But he didn't want to turn back, and didn't want to leave Tarina alone.

He ran with Tarynna all the way, climbed the hills, got into the bushes, stepped over the fallen dead wood...It was difficult to see the terrain in the fog, and occasionally he was rubbed by the branches and scratched his cheeks. He didn't know Taryn How could Na run so fast, she was only thirteen years old, she had never learned fighting skills, and she was seriously ill...

I don't know how long it took, and when even Charles began to pant, Tarina finally stopped. She fell to the ground and looked around, her breathing was not disturbed.

Charles hurried forward: "Don't be afraid, I will take you back..."

Tarina stared at him in confusion for a long time, as if temporarily forgetting who he was: "Charle? It's you...how could you...are you the same as me?"

Charles did not understand what she wanted to ask. He carried her on his back, drew out the long sword with one hand, pushed aside the bushes, and tried to return the same way.

Tarina's physical strength seemed to have recovered a bit, and her words became more frequent. She repeated the question just now: "Charle, are you the same as me?"

"What? I do not understand……"

"Did you feel it?"

Charles still didn't understand. The younger sister hugged his neck, tilted her head to look at him, and after looking at him for a while, she assuredly said: "It doesn't seem to be. Great, you are not sick... Why are you following up..."

"Then why are you running?" Charles said, "Of course I have to follow, what else can I do? Could you let you run into the mountains alone?"

"Why should I run... weird, I don't know..." Tarina's tone contained a sadness that didn't match her age. "Maybe because...I'm sick, Charles, I'm the same as my mother. I can’t resist...it will kill me sooner or later. I will be as crazy as my mother and die alone in the mountains..."

"No, it won't..." Charles comforted his sister, but he panicked. He couldn't discern the direction in the fog, and he didn't know whether he was walking in the right way.

The sun began to set, and the foggy forest became even darker. Tarina wept silently on her brother's back, tears wet Charles' neck. Charles himself was very scared. He was still very young. Although he was a soldier, he hadn't participated in any decent battle... But he couldn't show fear, or Tarina would be even more scared.

After walking for a while, a soft light appeared in front of him. Charles approached and found a lantern hanging on a tree trunk. There are several such lights in the distance, one hanging every few steps, pointing out a path in the dim woods.

"It may be a hunter on the mountain," Charles was overjoyed. "Even the barbarian tent is fine... Now we are no longer fighting. It is better to meet a barbarian than a monster."

The road separated by the lantern is very smooth. Not long after I walked, a wooden hut faintly appeared at the end of the light.

Outside the house, red and white roses are in full bloom in seasons that do not belong to them, and many chains made of animal bones, feathers and small stones hang on the walls and wooden windows, as if they can play a protective role under the eaves. Drying dried meat and herbs, the skull of a young goat hung in the center of the wooden door, and the crack of the door overflowed with warm fire...

Either continue groping in the woods, or knock on the door for help... Charles walked over with his sister on his back. When approaching the wooden door, a breeze blew by, and the door opened with a creak.

Both Charles and Tarina looked nervously inside the room, for fear that something terrifying would take the opportunity to jump out. The stove was burning in the room, and many candles were lit on the windowsill and table. A slender figure was sitting in front of the stove, slowly stirring the stew in the small round pot with a long-handled spoon.

The man heard the movement, but didn't immediately turn his head. He put down the spoon and took off the anti-scalding cotton gloves... Shire discovered that this man had a pair of hands with slender bones and delicate skin. These were definitely not hunter's hands, and even the hands of most wizards were not so soft and white. .

The man slowly turned around, and a bright red hair appeared under the hood of the fur cloak.

"Mom?" Tarina was confused and couldn't help but whispered.

The red-haired homeowner pursed his lips, with some embarrassment in his eyes: "I'm not your mother."

After he spoke, Tarina shrank on Shire's back. Of course the owner is not her mother, this is the voice of a man. It becomes more obvious when he turns around completely. He is a young red-haired man, probably the same age as Shire, but he is much slenderer than Shire, and his features are exquisite and his skin is fair. People in this kind of place.

Looking at his back and red hair, I don’t know what’s going on. Tarina suddenly thought she saw her deceased mother... His face is indeed somewhat like the mother of the brothers and sisters, but the overall look is not Like it.

Although there was a warm fire in the house, Charles did not dare to move forward easily. The beautiful red-haired boy took a few steps forward: "Good evening, two. My name is Rou Sai. Maybe you have heard of this name?"

Charles tried to step back, but suddenly his legs stiffened and he couldn't move a step.

"If you don't know the name'Rosay'..." The young man walked up to Shire and looked up at him, "Then you always remember who Snig is?"

Of course they remember. This is their mother's name.

Charles just wanted to ask something more, when a rustling voice came from the forest behind him. Lanterns illuminate the night fog, and there are countless figures swaying and squatting in the fog, slowly approaching the hut. Some of them are full-bodied, some are missing some limbs or even their heads, and some have only dried bones... Obviously these are not living people.

Several corpses walked faster and more steadily than others. They quickly passed through the jungle, left the mist, and stood outside the fence of the cabin. Charles recognized them, they were the dead assassins before.

"It seems that they have not been able to bring him back," the young man named Luo Sai sighed. The'he' he said obviously did not refer to any corpse. "Forget it, what if you get it... "

He lowered his head, his voice getting smaller and smaller, mumbling, not knowing what he was talking about. Suddenly he raised his head again and looked at Tarina on Shire's back.

"Child, I can help you," Roussie stretched out his hand, stroking the tears of the little girl, Charles wanted to take his sister away, but couldn't move, "You are like your mother, and like me, you have the innate ability to manipulate elements. It’s a pity that your brothers have not inherited this kind of talent... Now you must be very painful, the magic spoiler is raging on you, and it may tear you to pieces at any time... Do you want to recover? You want to live Go down?"

The little girl nodded in a daze, she didn't know if she really understood it or she was too scared to speak.

Rosey curled up his mouth and looked at her appreciatively: "Ordinarily, a warlock like you is no longer saved... But now the situation is different. I have mastered the elements that do not exist in the world. It has cured my pain and washed away. My soul is still sending me a steady stream of great power...Come on," he walked to Charles and reached out to Tarina, "come into the house with me. As long as you walk in, pain will Relieve it immediately, and I will continue to teach you some skills in the future to help you completely get rid of this torture.

Charles could not move, but Tarina moved freely. With the help of Roussey, she hesitantly crawled down Shire's back and looked at the corpse in the fog from time to time, her eyes full of fear.

Roussey helped her into the house. Just about to close the door, Tarina rushed to stop him: "Wait! You...what are you doing?"

"Little girl," Roussey smiled softly at her, "I can save you, but only you can be saved. Look at the puppets outside, they are like an army. Your father also has an army. Does he have to make the army regular? Drilling? Do you have to distribute food to the soldiers? I do the same to these corpses. The elements of the alien world make them yearn for violence and blood. Since they gather here obediently, I must give them some rewards to satisfy them a little bit. desire."

He was talking to Tarina, but his eyes were on Charles: "My child, as long as you come with me, I will love you like Eisenig. I will help you maintain your body and restore your health. Teach you to control the elements...In the future, you will no longer be a weak little girl, you will become a better caster than me. If you don't like this kind of life in deep mountains and old forests, you can also return to Silver Falcon... Then At that time you were the only hostess of Silver Falcon Castle."

"Then... Where's Charles?" Tarina clutched the wooden door tightly.

"He must stay outside." Roussey said coldly, "I have had close blood relatives, I can understand your feelings... But no matter how close you are, I only want you. If you If you want to live, you must let him stay outside."

Before Tarina answered, Charles spoke: "Are you true? Are you really...can save Tarina?"

Rossi looked at him provocatively: "What I said is true. In fact, I can kill both of you. With such a huge advantage, what is the point of me lying to you?"

Charles lowered his eyes and looked at Tarina by the door. She also looked at him, tears in her bloodshot eyes.

"Tarina, follow him in." Charles said.

It took him a lot of strength to make the sword in his hand move, pretending that he could still fight.

"Come in with him... I'm not afraid of those corpses. I'm a soldier, you should know how good I am. Besides, even if there are too many of them, I can't beat them, at least I can run away! I can kill them first. Several corpses, if the situation is not good, I will escape to find more people..."

Tarina shook her head, wiped away her tears, let go of the wooden door, and stood dangling outside the door, leaning against her brother.

Rossi narrowed his eyes impatiently: "Little girl, I said, I only want you."

"Then...Isn’t it alright if I’m not alive?" Tarina sobbed, "Anyway, I’ve long felt that I’m going to die... I’ve always felt that way since I was a kid. I’m not strong enough, and not beautiful enough. I’m stupid brain and body. Bad, I was stunned by durian... Yesterday I thought I was going to die soon! Anyway, it’s a matter of time before I die... It’s okay, you don’t need to save me, let Charles and I die outside to feed you The army is ready!"

"Tarina!" Charles was anxious and sad.

The girl glanced at the walking corpse in the fog, then raised her head to look at Shire: "Although I was young at that time, I remember it clearly... Mom once said to us..."

Charles took her words in a daze: "She said...our brothers and sisters will always be together..."

Tarina nodded firmly: "As long as we live, we will always be together."

There was a crash from the door. Rossi paled back a few steps, his back hit the corner of the table, the water glass on the table broke to the ground, and the candle almost fell over.

The siblings looked at him fearfully and suspiciously. Why is this vicious red-haired man suddenly panicked?

At this time, a white light suddenly appeared in the forest. It is bright but not dazzling, penetrating the darkness like the brilliance of a full moon. At the same time, a blast of temperatureless wind tore apart the dense fog, creating an airy area near the hut. The corpses gathered here became restless, some ran to the depths of the woods, some instinctively met the enemies that appeared.

In the distance came the sound of horseshoes, roars, vague curses... and a few screams. The scream is very familiar, it should be the pale fairy.

The shackles on Charles suddenly disappeared. He hugged Tarina by his side and rushed into the house with his sword...now the house was empty, and the red-haired man disappeared without a trace.

"Sir Charles, Miss Tarina!" Burris ran in with blood on his face and hands, followed by Lott.

"You...what's wrong with you?" Tarina was startled by his face.

"Oh, I'm fine," the mage kept a little distance from her, "before being knocked by a carriage... people's scalp bleeds easily, it looks scary, but the wound is very small."

With that said, he wiped off some blood that was about to be dried off, and dipped his finger into a small tin box. After the blood and the anointing oil of the fingertips were fused together, he raised his hand and gestured a few invisible runes in the air.

"The red vulture ran away, it's quite far," the mage shook his head, "for a warlock, his reaction is very rare..."

"Red vulture?" Charles and Tarina looked at each other.

Burris frowned: "What? Didn't you meet him?"

Although Tarina was young, she knew that this person cursed herself to be stabbed to death by durian. But... there is something that she and Charles don't know: "Master, that red vulture...what's his name?"

Burris didn't know either. Lott is very good at inquiring gossip, mastering corner details, etc.: "I know. The red vulture is named Rosey Green."

At the same time, Rose Green recovered from the vertigo of the teleportation spell and fell into the dark alley.

we will be together forever.

As long as you live, you must be together forever.

He knelt on the ground, holding his shoulders trembling and crying, repeating these two sentences.

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There are two fairy tales this time, I wonder if anyone can see it..............................