Son of the Olden Days

Walking in the dark alleyway, food...emotion...tomorrow...the messy thoughts alternately lingered in Shuggs's mind, unable to grasp the center.

Shuggs was in a daze for a while, and suddenly couldn't remember where the road that stretched forward under his feet was leading, but inexplicably remembered a sentence that he had heard or read in some way.

"Every road has an end."

There were some faint sounds in the darkness ahead, forcibly pulling Shuggs out of his muddy thoughts.

He suddenly felt that he was very close to that sound, and for the first time he heard it seemed to be a gnawing sound.

Meeting in the dark is like this, everyone's dark vision is actually the same. When you see me, I actually see you.

The two black shadows who were lying on the ground stood up at the same time with heavy gasps, one tall and the other low. There was a vague black shadow at their feet, and Shuggs smelled a **** odor from the wind and snow coming over their faces.

They were eating people, but Shuggs had a conclusion in his heart.

This is not a hypothesis, because the size of the black shadow on the ground obviously will not be a dog or a mouse, and it is impossible for the two tall and short black shadows to brave the cold of the deep winter and run into this dark and dangerous alley to clean up.

Just as Shuggs was considering whether to forcibly pass through or go back and choose a new laneway, someone's footsteps also sounded behind him.

After a quick glance back, Shuggs realized that he seemed to be surrounded.

This way, he was in a trance and neglected to guard.

Shuggs leaned his back against the wall, silently reflecting in his heart while observing the situation on both sides of the lane.

The new arrival of footsteps may be an adult male judging from his height, and I don't know if there are other helpers hiding in the dark around him.

At this moment, two black shadows are in front and one is behind, blocking the passage before and after the roadway on both sides, and at the same time maintaining a distance of vision from oneself, the smell of danger in this enclosing trend is self-evident.

To live or die, everyone has their own way to go.

Shuggs had no intention of reprimanding for the cannibalism, but that didn't mean he was willing to be someone else's snack.

Crossed his hands and lifted it up toward the leather scabbard in the waist loop.

"Hey!"

The rubbing sound of the dagger being unsheathed was clearly audible in the quiet alley, but it did not seem to shock the people in front of them.

It seemed that he was underestimated by the other party because of the height of a child, and the three dark shadows showed no signs of giving way, and Shuggs's heart became a little more solemn.

These are obviously not ordinary people who are trembling, maybe they used to be, but now their extreme hunger has added evil to them and deviated from human nature.

Shuggs is usually unwilling to provoke desperadoes and powerful factions, and these hungry ordinary people are also classified as dangerous by Shuggs, because they have no oil and water, but they have the madness of perishing together.

There is no communication or inquiries between the two parties, and people who talk a lot usually can't live long.

Shuggs took the lead in breaking the game, instead of looking after him, he chose two tall and short figures in the front as a breakthrough. There is no specific reason, maybe it's just because one of them seems to be shorter than himself.

While he was acting, the two black shadows in front of him also assumed a guard and blocking posture at the same time.

Shuggs didn't sprint straight towards the target, so the snow on the ground would make his feet slippery and he couldn't get up.

The starting position of his thieves was a bit funny, he looked like a shaking drunk, but he settled very fast, and his vision distance of just five steps was a flashy and circuitous feeling by Shuggs.

At an appropriate distance, Shuggs, who had adjusted his balance, held the dagger with both hands back to protect the outside of his wrist. Like a bird with its wingspan stretched out, it suddenly exploded toward the small figure.

The tall figure among the two black shadows in front also relied on judgment to leave his position, and instantly rushed to the short figure to meet Shuggs.

"Oh!"

After a blunt wind passed, the sound of wooden sticks hitting the wall sounded in the darkness.

Shuggs sneered disdainfully.

The essence of the thieves' pace lies in the dexterity of lateral movement or sudden change of synchro.

As the tall shadow approached, Shuggs calmly lifted his foot and gently pedaled on the left wall, like a flexible flea, relying on the rebound force to leap forward to the tall shadow. The gap on the right leaped across.

While completing the breakthrough, the dagger in Shuggs's left hand slid across the shoulder of Sombra. Since the other party despised himself, then he has the obligation to leave a memorial for him.

"Hmm!" A hoarse grunt came from under the hood.

woman? What surprised Shuggs a little bit was not the gender of the other party or the wooden stick that hadn't been hidden before, but the fierce aggression that this woman broke out in this short instant.

At this moment the little black shadow moved suddenly.

I don't know if he was stunned before or only now that he reacted with hindsight, but the time he entered the battle was just in time for the short period of stagnation when Shuggs scratched the tall black shadow before landing.

At an incredible speed, this little dwarf flew like a cat and swooped towards Shuggs.

He stretched forward until the extreme arms unexpectedly grasped Shuggs' elbow accurately in that short moment, and then bit his mouth on Shuggs's arm fiercely.

The sudden weight of the arm and the inertia of the opponent's attack caused Shugosla, who had not yet landed, to fall into a momentary loss of balance. At the same time, he fell into the snow with the short figure, sliding out a distance.

The thick winter clothes blocked the short black shadow's attack and did not cause any substantial damage, but the terrifying bite force still made Shuggs a little palpitating.

His face suddenly rose fiercely, and Shuggs instantly reversed his right wrist, raised his dagger horizontally, and stabbed at the dwarf who was still biting his left hand.

It is difficult to cut the throat because of the lack of angle, but piercing the neck or the side of the forehead can also send this dwarf to see the ancestors.

It was just that Shuggs' dagger stopped stiffly in the air when it was about to stab the opponent, and did not slide into the predetermined trajectory.

A little girl?

Although Shuggs himself was only a teenager in his early ten years old, he could indeed call the little black shadow in front of him a child.

She was seven or eight years old at most, with ragged clothes and no trace of softness or innocence on her immature face. The half of her mouth and face below the bridge of the nose looked a bit hideous because of the unknown blood stains.

She stared at Shuggs with a decisive gaze, her whole body exuding an endlessly crazy temperament.

It was her eyes that made Shuggs subconsciously stop the attack. Although there were only cold and cloudy in the violent eyes, they seemed to overlap with Cowell's eyes in an inexplicable way at that moment.

Struggling to get up quickly, the little girl who is not letting go still hangs on her arm like a hanged corpse and swings in the wind.

Shuggs cursed from the bottom of his heart, bending his knees and hitting the little girl's soft abdomen.

Feeling the fierce bite force on the elbow suddenly loosened, Shuggs quickly rolled forward, and then rushed out a certain distance by inertia.

The series of processes from Shuggs launching an attack to leaving the battlefield was actually only a few moments away. When Shuggs looked back, he and the three shadows had already opened a distance of vision again.

The woman in the middle was holding her injured arm, three figures of different heights supporting each other, standing in a row silently as if seeing off, and then gradually retreated after a while, and faded out of Shuggs' dark vision. .

Shuggs was not worried that they would chase, running and chasing in the dark, the degree of danger was the same for everyone. And even if they don't have themselves, the feast on the beach is not over yet.

Originally thought it was a group of mobs, but a woman, a child, and the shadow of a suspected man who appeared at the end, this seemed to be a family of three hunting? Shuggs made a general guess.

Picking up a handful of snow, Shuggs, while wiping the blood on the dagger, silently summarized the gains and losses of this battle in the bottom of his heart.

Strictly speaking, this sudden encounter was not even the last battle, but Shuggs still felt that he had gained something.

He began to understand what Izer had said more deeply than ever.

Iser is a middle-aged thief with a thin, low-key, and calm appearance, but everyone who knows him tacitly assumes that it is a sharp blade hidden in a sheath.

He is not an aboriginal in Gray Screen, but a man who interprets the wandering state to the extreme.

No one knows where he comes from, he has no fixed place, but he seems to be everywhere.

Iser meets all the fantasies of Shuggs about the profession of thieves, and has always been a role model for himself.

He is the guide for Shugs to enter the Thieves Guild in Grayscreen Town, but Shugs clearly knows that in the eyes of the other party, he is just a certain unlucky kid who happened to be resting in the small town. He will not have his own in his journey. Kind of small waste location.

So Schuges has been observing, observing earnestly and deeply, or learning Izel's every move and way of life.

There must be some gains, and the only thing Shuggs can't tell is why Iser's calm and low-key finally learned to be cynical. However, Shuggs felt that there was no big problem, so he firmly established his new style in the future in the nondescript.

Iser taught Shuggs some principles and fighting skills.

In one of them, he said that the first hurdle that any professional must pass in the true sense is not to erect near and far targets, nor to work hard to temper fighting skills, but to kill.

With so many adventurers on this continent, only a few have really killed and are used to killing. If you can't pass the level of killing before the real battle comes, there is a great possibility that you will become the one killed in the end.

At that time, Shuggs felt a little disapproving.

He confidently believes that as long as the development of the situation is necessary, and at the same time he has the opportunity to kill people, he will eventually come at his fingertips.

It wasn't until now recalling what happened just now, that the dagger that he stabbed the little girl subconsciously stopped in the air, and Shuggs finally realized that cruelty cannot be learned.

Perhaps the persecution of the environment can temporarily overcome the obstacles in the heart, but if you want to turn this cruelty into a part of your own character, you need to accumulate experience and spend time to polish away the kindness and warmth in your heart to make your heart hard as hard as iron.

For myself, it seems that there is still a long way to go.

As for whether or not to go in that direction, Shuggs was not too sure.

After calming down the fluctuations caused by this brief encounter in his heart, Shuggs continued to move along the main street to the north.

The flashing lights in the northern area are still eye-catching in the darkness ahead, but it does not make people feel the slightest warmth. Shuggs knew that he still had a bigger thing to do today, and that was his battlefield.

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