bookcurios Chapter 110 Additional Rewards
Chapter 110 Additional Rewards
Lydia's left arm was broken, and the shield hanging on her arm pulled her body at a weird angle, which was frightening. This stubborn girl fell into my arms. She was sweating in pain, but she gritted her teeth and didn't cry out. She even wanted to struggle to get up and continue fighting. But I knew it was futile. In her prime, she couldn't get the upper hand in front of Schooner, let alone now that she was seriously injured.
I took out the only bottle of healing medicine I had left and poured it into Lai Mei's mouth. Death is inevitable, I just hope we can all die cleanly and not suffer too much. As I thought this, my eyes happened to catch sight of the head bitten off by the werewolf, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly: I'm afraid this sin is still inevitable...
The werewolf's howl brought my thoughts back to reality.
Both moons were as red as blood, like a pair of strange eyes of an evil demon, staring excitedly at the hunters and beasts fighting desperately. Scoona's sturdy body was covered with scars. He had the upper hand and should have slaughtered them wantonly, but now he was terrified, holding his bloody shoulder with his right hand. In front of him stood a taller werewolf, with thick and coarse black hair showing a strange dark purple in the light of the blood moon. Under the raised nose was a bloody mouth, with sharp fangs flashing a chilling light that was breathtaking, and his right claw was dripping with blood.
That's Eric.
Seeing the critical situation, he no longer cared about hiding his identity, and directly transformed himself, severely injuring Schooner. Angie, Hayou and Aigis witnessed the process of his transformation with their own eyes, and were stunned. Lydia pulled the corners of her mouth and revealed an expression of "as expected". The sudden appearance of the werewolf caused the wolf pack to fall into chaos. All of them bowed their heads and put on a humble and submissive posture. The two wolf leaders whimpered ingratiatingly, and seemed not to want to intervene in the battle between the strong.
Eric ignored the audience's wonderful expressions. The Blood Moon Hunt had reached its climax, and next would be his rivalry with Schooner. The two werewolves greeted each other with bared teeth, and each took up their positions. Although Schooner was timid, he knew that this was an inevitable life-and-death game. There was no way to run away. If he gave it his all, he might be able to fight for his life. He chose to attack first, and punched Eric in the face with his right fist.
It was like a fight without skills. Both players gave up their fancy moves and cunning tactics and only competed in strength and speed. Facing Schooner's full-strength blow, Eric did not dodge or evade, but took it. The two fists collided, and Schooner could no longer find the ease he had when fighting against Levi, and staggered back. Before he could stabilize his body, Eric had already rushed forward, and his right fist pierced his ribs with a sound of wind. Schooner blocked with his elbow, but was still knocked back by his opponent's fist. Before he had time to move his numb left arm, a vicious straight punch came at him.
Eric's fighting style is all about stickiness. Whether he's using a spear in human form or relying purely on his body in werewolf form, he likes to use continuous attacks to firmly control the rhythm of the battle and eventually wear out his opponent. This style of fighting not only tests endurance, but also requires a high level of energy allocation. Eric obviously has his own unique understanding of this aspect.
Take the fight in front of him for example. Eric's punching speed was not fast, but each punch was just right, always hitting Schooner when his body was about to stabilize, causing his opponent to barely parry and retreat continuously, unable to launch a counterattack, and even unable to escape Eric's attack radius. However, the range of movement in the canyon was very limited. Under Eric's relentless pressure, Schooner finally had nowhere to retreat. He pressed his back tightly against the cliff, crossed his arms to protect his head and face, and prepared to take Eric's heavy punch. As long as he could withstand this blow, he could use the support of the stone wall to adjust his center of gravity and find an opportunity to escape.
boom--
"You... came... to... trick... me..."
Black blood spurted out of Schooner's mouth. He looked at his sunken ribs with disbelief on his face. Eric, who had been hitting him hard and using old tricks, was actually playing tricks in his last attack. The straight punch that seemed to be powerful was just a feint, and the hook from the back was the real killer. Schooner had no idea how many ribs on this side were broken. His hands fell down helplessly, allowing Eric to strangle his throat. After a few seconds, his body twitched, his mouth and nose gradually shortened, and his coarse wolf hair began to fade.
A stream of urine dripped down, and Schooner died. His body stopped changing and remained in a strange state of half wolf, half human.
Eric carried the corpse and howled at the blood moon. The wolves trembled, their limbs, mouths and tails all pressed tightly to the ground, surrendering to the new king. When the horrible howling stopped, the less than 20 surviving wolves, led by the two alpha wolves, sluggishly ran into the woods deep in the canyon with their tails between their legs and fled.
Angie walked past Lydia and me and walked towards Eric who was standing there in a daze. The werewolf who was so majestic just now seemed shy and timid. He took a step towards his sweetheart and saw the dagger in Angie's hand. Eric stopped. He couldn't speak in the werewolf form, but he couldn't hide the pain and regret in his eyes.
"Miss Angie..."
Angie ignored my call. She looked Eric in the eyes, stepped forward slowly, and raised her dagger.
"嘡啷——"
The dagger fell to the ground, and a pair of bare hands gently grasped the werewolf's black claws. Unknown when, the double moons had faded from their blood color, and the cold light sprinkled across the canyon. Everything was silent, and the two hearts depended on each other.
"uh-huh!"
A ghost, a silver-white ghost, wandered in the canyon. It watched Beauty and the Beast gaze at each other tenderly under the moonlight, then embrace each other affectionately, silently expressing their love, but it couldn't help coughing, shattering this beautiful mood. The ghost squeezed out an aggrieved expression, like a child being ignored, and pointed at Schooner's body and the dagger that Angie threw on the ground.
"Flay his skin and sacrifice it to me. You promised me that. Have you forgotten?"
Angie smiled, patted the back of Eric's hand, and raised the dagger to cut off the half-deformed head of Schooner. She was an expert in skinning. When she lived alone in the Gerol Mountains, she killed many beasts and often exchanged their fur for food, vegetables and other daily necessities. About ten minutes later, a complete werewolf skin lay quietly on her arm. Angie picked up the skin and handed it to the ghost.
"I offer this hide as a sacrifice to you, Lord of the Hunt."
"You did well, Hunter."
The ghost put on a solemn look, raised his hand and tapped the werewolf's skin, and the fur glowed silvery and wrapped around Angie. Before Eric could react, the silver light dimmed, and the leather armor Angie was wearing fell to the ground, replaced by the Savior Leather - one of Hircine's artifacts. This new leather armor perfectly outlined Angie's toned curves, and the plush collar was low, overflowing with wild charm.
"I am very satisfied, little girl. Look carefully at this leather, it is tailor-made for you. Wear it, and my glory will protect you and keep you away from the troubles and grievances of this world."
The ghost turned to Eric again.
"As for you, my child, you impress me, make me happy and proud. I give you my blessing, go forth and hunt."
A white light jumped from Schooner's finger and wrapped around Eric's finger. It was a ring carved with a wolf's head.
"Take this ring with you, it will allow you to change your form at will. Oh, I almost forgot, my child, you also need a weapon that suits your status. This is an extra bonus, because your wonderful hunting makes me very happy. It's really been a long time since I met a lovely child like you."
Hircine grabbed the air and a spear with an ancient shape appeared out of thin air.
"I grant you the Spear of Pain and Mercy. May you have good luck in hunting, my child. When you pierce your prey with it, remember to praise the name of the Lord of the Hunt."
Eric had already transformed back into human form under the effect of Hircine's ring. He took the spear and looked at Angie. They both smiled. The ghost waved his hand and disappeared with a puff.
Eric walked in front of me and stretched out a hand, trying to pull me up. I didn't respond to his hand that was suspended in mid-air, but just stared coldly into his eyes and said what I thought was harsh words in a trembling voice.
"Can you find something to put on first?"
When Eric transformed into a werewolf, his body expanded rapidly, and his armor and clothes were stretched out. In the game, there are always one or two pieces of underwear that cannot be taken off. No matter if they are chopped by knives or axes, burned by fire or soaked in water, that small piece of cloth can always firmly hold the bottom line and firmly maintain the final dignity of its owner. However, in reality, there is no such good material. At this time, Eric is quite like the ancient gentleman, open and honest, without a single flaw.
He stood in front of me, slightly bent over. But in this way, the female knight lying in my arms was forced to face the embarrassing situation of being blinded by one leaf. When had Lydia ever suffered such a great humiliation? This girl who could endure the pain without crying out when her bones were broken, now closed her eyes and fainted from anger.
Angie ran to the hunter lying beside her. He was a tall Nord warrior. The young lady peeled off his heavy armor but did not continue to take off his clothes. She just shook her head slightly.
"He's still alive."
Eric had no choice but to turn to the headless body and put on the bloodstained linen clothes. The hunter's head was gone, so he must be dead. He did not protest our act of picking up the body. I picked up Schooner's head and confirmed with Angie whether the hunter lying on the ground was dead. In the end, only two were found alive. After waking up the two, we supported each other and returned to the entrance of the canyon.
Lai Mei was quite heavy, and with her steel armor, only Eric could carry her. Hayou carried his unconscious cousin, Angie and I supported two surviving hunters, and the little cat Aigis followed behind, dragging four wolf corpses. In addition to us, there were more than a dozen hunters participating in the Blood Moon Hunt, and only three cats and two survived.
The most seriously injured person was Jakir, who had a big gash on his stomach. If Hayou hadn't taken two bottles of healing medicine immediately, he would have died. Lydia's left arm was fractured. Although it was not fatal, the girl would probably have to take care of it for a few months. Eric looked fine, but in fact, he took a punch from Skoona with a strong desire to survive, and his left arm was fractured. He also used his left hand to deliver the fatal blow, which aggravated the injury. Two hunters, the Nord Herata and the Red Guard Ariana, plus Hayou's cousin Lahlan, were all seriously injured by Skoona. Hayou and I had a lot of wounds on our bodies, but they were all minor injuries caused by the scratches of wolves, so they were not a big problem. As for Angie and Aigis, the two ladies were well protected and were unscathed.
Hayu and I took Herata's axe to chop trees, leaving Aigis to take care of Jakir and Lahlan, while Eric and Angie dealt with the dead wolf. Speaking of which, the Blood Moon Hunt was such a big event, with a bunch of hunters dying or getting injured, but in the end, Eric and Angie took all the benefits. I was a little worried that Herata and Ariana would cause trouble after they recovered, so I simply left the strongest fighters to calm the situation.
We cut some branches to make a fire. Angie skinned the dead wolf, scooped out the entrails and roasted them on the campfire. Eric clumsily made pine needle tea. I made a splint with a few thick branches and wrapped it with vines to fix Lei Mei's injured left arm. I also fed her healing medicine. Several seriously injured people have recovered their ability to move, but they are still weak. We decided to let Angie go back to Falkreath to call for help after dinner, and the others will rest for a day before setting off.
The wolf meat was licked by the flames and sizzled with oil. Hayou used a small dagger to cut off the roasted part and handed it to his cousin.
"Aigis, why didn't you come to see me when you arrived in Skyrim?"
The little cat girl's eyes flickered. She found that everyone was waiting for her answer, so she simply lowered her head, swallowed the meat slice into her mouth, and chewed it carefully with her cheeks puffed up. Her face was almost written with "We all think you are unreliable". Hayou didn't wait for an answer, so he turned to his cousin Lahlan. He cut a few more slices of meat, but didn't give them to him, pretending to say "If you don't say anything, don't even think about eating."
"Master Hayou... ahem... this is what happened..."
Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly awkward, Jakir covered his stomach and stepped forward to rescue his little master.