Mount and Blade

...inside the house.

Serantine had already sterilized the machete with strong alcohol. Trunks was drinking heavily. He bit the towel in his mouth and picked up the machete. He stretched out his thick left hand and Serantine walked silently. Come over and secure his arm firmly.

This action may seem simple, but it contains a kind of silent trust and tacit understanding, which has been cultivated through countless battles side by side.

Trunks took a deep breath, then raised the machete without hesitation and slashed towards his left arm...

For a moment, blood splattered everywhere, staining the stone table red.

However, Trunks' thick forearm was not completely broken due to this, only a crack was cut into the bone, and tears caused by physical pain instantly filled his eyes.

However, Trunks did not dare to stop. Then, he cut again. This time, the bone marrow was visible in the crack of the bone, and his left hand twitched physiologically due to the severe pain. This was when the body was facing such extreme pain. instinctive reaction.

The severe pain that penetrated into the bone marrow caused the veins on Trunks' forehead to bulge out like snakes, and he was covered in sweat. His eyes were bloodshot, and if it weren't for the towel as a buffer, his teeth would almost be broken! !

He exerted all his strength, let out a dull roar, and struck out with a final blow. Even the machete left a deep scratch on the stone table and was embedded in it.

He succeeded, completing the extremely painful amputation in a very short time. Trunks felt that his whole body was shaking with pain, and his legs suddenly became weak and he knelt on the ground. He held his broken arm with his right hand and cried hoarsely on the stone table for a moment.

...Even a tough guy can't bear the severe pain of a broken arm.

Blood... was flowing continuously from the broken arm. Seranti immediately applied the beeswax ointment left by the azure disciples to the wound of Trunks's broken arm, and then wrapped the wound with a cloth strip. Fortunately, before The hemp rope and cloth strips were strong enough, and the bleeding stopped quickly.

"Take good care of yourself. This war is over." Seranti patted Trunks' shoulder gently. This action was full of comfort and encouragement, like a glimmer of light in the darkness.

Trunks closed his eyes for a while before he felt it was bearable. He looked out the window with his amber eyes, wondering what he was thinking. At this moment, his heart was filled with complex emotions, including pain, relief, and uncertainty about the future.

Seranti's mask was spattered with a lot of Trunks' blood. Since there was no one around, he took off the mask. His emerald green eyes and appearance remain the same as ever, and the scratches on his cheeks have faded so much that you can't tell if you don't look carefully.

Trunks had to admit that he was in a trance for a moment. It was the first time he mistook him for a woman. The beautiful face still touched his heart, as if the pain was relieved by half.

In this world of war, people's emotions are suppressed, but between life and death, some subtle emotions are quietly growing.

Seranti only thought that Trunks was dizzy from pain and didn't care. He helped Trunks up from the ground and moved him to the bed.

Even though half a year of marching left Seranti with little time to take care of himself, it still did not affect his beautiful appearance.

In this era, good looks are not necessarily an advantage, but can sometimes bring danger.

After Seranti covered Trunks with the quilt, she went to find a wet towel in the tub and wrung it out, wiped the sweat from Trunks' forehead, put it on his forehead, and sat on the edge of the bed silently. Stare at him.

Trunks felt his gaze, opened his eyes slightly, and met his eyes. At that moment, it was as if they could read each other's inner thoughts.

"...Thank you, Selanti." Trunks' voice was weak.

Seranti shook her head, "This is what I should do, take a good rest."

After saying that, Seranti stood up, picked up the mask again, and left the room.

He then closed the door quietly, leaving Trunks alone in the room with his thoughts flooding back.

Trunks thought of everything they had experienced together, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart. He knew that Selanti was one of the most important people in his life, and there was a special understanding and emotion between them.

At the same time, Trunks also realized that his feelings for Selanti seemed to go beyond ordinary friendship. He didn't know what this feeling was, and he didn't know how to face it. Maybe he had already regarded Selanti as family.

Maybe he should keep Selanti by his side. How many more decades would he have as a human? He decided to wait until his body recovered before thinking about this issue again.

The light in the room gradually dimmed, leaving only Trunks' soft sigh alone.

............

outside the house.

Green watched Seran come out with his eyes, and there was still some blood on the mask. Trunks' dull roar just now made everyone waiting outside the door feel nervous.

"How is he, Trunks?"

Seranti shook her head, her voice slightly hoarse: "The situation is not optimistic. In short, let him have a good night's rest first."

"...Um."

Green nodded. Now that things have happened, he can only resign himself to fate.

Alerys clenched his fists, feeling guilty about his powerlessness. Seranti patted him on the shoulder and left.

To be honest, Selanti was not in a very good mood. He wanted to go to the roof of the fortress to be alone for a while.

Wild and the Holy Dragon Knights looked heavy-hearted and stood guard silently.

"Alas." Green returned to his room. No matter what, life had to go on.

Green lay on a comfortable and soft mattress. It was a silk quilt and a pillow filled with goose feathers that only nobles could enjoy. It should have been a great place for long-distance expeditioners to relieve fatigue.

But everything that happened today made Green feel difficult to fall asleep. If he fell asleep, he would continue to be a lackey as soon as he opened his eyes.

Green tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He had a lot of thoughts in his mind. He remembered the adventures he had experienced with Seranti, and those memories flooded into his heart like a tide.

Now, Trunks was seriously injured and his life was uncertain, but he was powerless, which made Green feel extremely self-blame and pain.

Why can't we stay here completely? Obviously, the shoulders of our companions are so solid.

Seranti probably can't sleep either? According to his personality, he will definitely find a high place to stay.

Green turned over and got out of bed. He decided to go to the roof to find Seranti.

On the roof of the fortress, Seranti sat alone on the roof, gazing into the distance by the moonlight; in the limited field of vision, the distance was pitch black, just like their future, full of unknowns at all times.

The cold autumn wind blew, bringing bursts of chills, but the blood of the elves would not make him sick easily.

Seranti was a little drunk, and the strong wine around his waist was from Trunks.

In the dark corner, there was still a fire lit by the refugees of the dazzling port, and some of them were still busy. It was like a ray of hope and dawn in the darkness, and they still had a desire and yearning for survival in their hearts.

It was these two things that supported them to move forward in this cruel world of war.

The strong wine went into his throat, turning into a hot stream to warm his body, but it could not dispel the coldness in his heart.

A subtle sound of footsteps caught Seranti's attention, he turned his head and saw Green walking towards him. The two smiled at each other, without words, they understood each other's thoughts.

They sat together quietly, sharing a glass of liquor and enjoying the quiet moment.