Capítulo 51: Fly and Dig
I saw the traces of snow left by the iceman, and I knew he had preceded me in combing the area of bakeries and kitchen ovens. This area is as clean as the baldness of a newborn baby.
I heard Delgis whisper in my brain:
"You heard me say to Drups that the others are done with the labs and the kitchens, Jova, don't waste your time by checking the same place twice."
I said nervously:
"Just responding now makes me feel like a lunatic. I thought I was hallucinating. Well, say hello to Drups... I will move to the nearest building."
I came out clinging to the walls, some clouds covering the god (Kharmel) and giving me more darkness, I entered the adjoining building and it was the oil mill, and I heard them outside looking for me, and one of the boars' guards said to the Viscount:
"I swear I saw him fall like a devil on the ceilings of the kitchens, he's either in the bakery area or the building of the oil mill."
Ah, one of them was cold enough to ignore the resounding fall of his fellows from the darkened sky and managed to notice me by some miracle, so I must finish quickly.
I searched well, but found only the wretched workers, hiding from the war outside, and I said to them sternly:
- "Give way or get busy with your work, there is an intruder."
I approached a traditional sesame oil press spin with (Moires) alpaca, which is a mammal the size of a bull and its body, and the head of a lion. It has a chameleon's tongue because it is one of the insect eaters. It had fur that changed colour sometimes, as usual for the herds of the (Moon) River Basin, when I approached it The colours of its fur started changing and discolouring quickly, like the waves of a raging sea.
The squeezers looked at me in doubt when they saw its intense aversion and fear and then rushed away, leaving the sesame, olives, and grapes.
I finished my tracking and decided to go out, but the wise man was in front of me, and the Viscount and ten of his men surrounded him. I felt like he activated a thorn deep inside him. My black thorn used to inspire hope and enthusiasm in me every time I triggered it, as for him, I received feelings of patience and cohesion from him. The whole waste world knows of the immortal wise, but few know about his purple thorn.
He has reached imaginary levels of control and control in it, and since he has activated it now, there is no time for more shows. He said calmly to them, looking straight at me:
"Back off, I can't save you all."
The viscount, feeling furious and insulted, exclaimed to the men:
"Kill him and defend the wise."
They rushed out furiously because of the killing of their colleagues, but I raised my thumb and wiped the sweat from my forehead on the back of it, then scattered it on their faces.
Like a spit, drops of sweat formed in the shape of tiny arrows, sped up like death, each arrow toward a living target, and before their weapons could reach me, the ground suddenly sank with each guard of them, and each of them descended to the depths of the earth for tens of metres.
(Fly and dig).
Panting with excitement, the Viscount (Wiggieri) raised his sword, and said to the wise gallantly:
"I have the honour of guarding you, honourably wise, but it is I who must protect, not be protected."
And he charges me.
I touched another drop of sweat from my neck and threw it at him.
He manoeuvred, leaping left and right to avoid the holes of his fallen soldiers, but the drop was also directed, manoeuvring with his tricks like a mirror to pounce on him before he touched me.
But the wise man had moved behind him, and I did not notice him well.
He dipped his hand into the sesame oil and fended off the enchanted drop of sweat that was going to sink Wiggieri under the ground and crush him, to be surprised by the two men attacking me together. I quickly raised my sword to block the viscount's blow, but I was surprised by several other hits from him.
No, it's a storm of hits.
Damn it! Well-trained boar in the Edifice of Khawan and in the midst of its walls, he did not give me a moment to use the magic of my thorn against him another time, as he rained down on me like successive bites of a sea serpent, and my mind moved fast. The shrewd wise was aware that drops of my saliva or sweat were spoiled by other fluids, so he covered his hand with oil to isolate it, simply blocking the deadly direct drop of sweat.
In a duel like this, I wouldn't withstand with the swordsman's skills alone, not to mention the wise would try to get me as soon as I overtake the viscount.
The brunt of the khawanian sword's blows made me retreat, the wise turned from behind me in a way that infuriated me.
He had reached Moires alpaca that I did not know what he was doing, and the Viscount was distracting me from his arrangement with his dangerous duel. He took advantage of my distraction by following Wise and swinging his sword quickly and expertly. I retreated at the last moment, but the tip of his sword passed over my chest in a transverse line, just below the point of the blackthorn. If his sword had been planted even deeper, it would have torn my heart out.
The wise man returned to my field of vision, and I was reassured for a moment, and the Viscount was pushing me to retreat towards the alpaca.
And when I got close enough, it booted me.
Undoubtedly, the cunning Wise has inspired it.
Moires alpaca has the most powerful kick for mammals in the world, but luckily I avoided it at the last minute.
And blocking the viscount's blow to my neck at the same moment.
But the wise made his sting.
It's time for that double attack so that he can leap over me at that very precise moment, so I can't stop it
He had dipped his body in olive oil, so he completely avoided any possibility of using my fork magic, while the viscount ensured that my sword was away from him.
And when he touched me, he set off his own magic.
Purple thorn magic.
In one moment, I felt as if the sky had pulled me into its stars with lightning speed.
Then I found myself in a sunny lions wrestling arena among the Badududu tribes.
And that huge lion pounces on my body mercilessly.
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