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Gragas silently leads Darius through this quiet and desolate forest. His memories hold many secrets of this land, including the hidden shelters, knowledge that has now become crucial for their survival. In the snow-covered woods, Gragas's eyes search for a specific mark - a giant old tree, beneath which hides a cave large enough for two people to take cover.
He walks with determination, but his emotions are complex. Every step seems to remind him that everything he is doing now is simply to repay Darius for his selfless aid on the battlefield. Deep down, Gragas tells himself that this is just a temporary alliance, and once they survive this crisis, their grievances will return to normal, and they will once again become opposing enemies.
Finally, Gragas saw the familiar big tree, standing tall in a snowy landscape, majestic and ancient. His gaze fell on the cave next to the tree roots, a rare shelter that was particularly important in this bone-chilling environment. Without any hesitation, Gragas walked towards the cave, feeling both the anticipation of a temporary rest to come and a hint of gratitude that he was unwilling to admit.
As they approached the cave entrance, Gragas silently made a decision in his heart: he would take this opportunity to rest and recover, but once he left, his relationship with Darius would return to its original hostile state. In this world covered in ice and snow, war and opposition were eternal truths, and today's temporary alliance was just a warm current in the frozen wilderness, destined to dissipate in the cold wind.
When they finally arrived at the foot of the giant tree, Gragas silently gestured to Darius with his eyes to enter the tree hollow. Darius stood in front of the entrance, and with gratitude in his heart, he said, "Thank you. I don't know what will happen to us afterwards, but I..." His words were filled with uncertainty and complex emotions.
But Gragas suddenly erupted in anger, his voice carrying intense emotions, "Shut up! Don't say another word!" His face showed an angry expression, with a glint of determination and pain in his eyes, "We'll rest for the night, then we settle our scores! Once we're out of here, we're still enemies, remember that!" His voice was strong and firm, but at the same time, it revealed the struggle and conflict deep within his heart.
Darius's smile became more helpless, and his eyes revealed deep understanding and an indescribable emotion. He was about to step into the tree hollow when suddenly, a sense of foreboding struck him. His gaze instantly sharpened, his muscles tensed, and he vigilantly observed his surroundings. His intuition told him that there was some unknown and dangerous presence hidden deep in the woods.
Darius's eyes suddenly locked onto the shadow behind Gragas, where something seemed to be quietly approaching. His heartbeat quickened, and the burden on his shoulders grew heavier. He tightly gripped his weapon, ready to face the impending threat.
"Gragas, be careful! There's something behind you!" Darius spoke urgently and alertly, full of vigilance. His eyes were like searchlights, tightly focused on the shadows moving in the darkness.
When Darius noticed the strange light refracting behind Gragas, his heart sank. He immediately realized that these were the assassin court killers who had infiltrated the Freljord territory, using invisibility magic to conceal their tracks. The eyes of these two killers emitted a faint blue light, a clear sign that they had also become Frosty Puppets.
In this critical moment, Darius's instinct drove him to immediately push Gragas away, attempting to prevent him from being injured unexpectedly. But in this intense action, Darius suddenly felt a sharp and intense pain in his abdomen. His eyes were filled with astonishment and agony. As he looked down, he saw that two assassins had deeply plunged their cold blades into his abdomen.
Blood gushed from the wounds, staining his armor and the snow. Darius's breathing became rapid, and his eyes flickered with a resolute and tragic light. Despite the pain tearing through every inch of his muscles, he forced himself to stay alert. His hands tightly gripped the handles of the blades embedded in his abdomen, trying to prevent the blades from further harming his internal organs.
Gragas witnessed this scene, and a mix of shock and anger instantly appeared on his face. Although he had just regained some strength, he still couldn't move completely. Unutterable emotions surged in his heart as he watched Darius get injured while trying to protect him, filling him with conflicting emotions.
Darius gritted his teeth, facing the assassin in front of him. He knew this might be his final battle, but he decided to fight until the very end. A firm determination flashed in his eyes as he prepared for a desperate confrontation with these Frosty Puppet incarnations of killers. Faced with the sudden deadly threat, he displayed astonishing fighting instincts and resilience. He tightly grabbed the wrists of the two assassins, determined not to let them pull out the daggers deeply embedded in his abdomen. While this decision temporarily prevented further blood loss, it also intensified the pain in his abdomen.
However, Darius did not succumb to this. Despite the threat of pain and death, he suddenly exerted force and fiercely headbutted the two assassins in front of him. The sudden and violent impact caught the assassins off guard, causing their masks to shatter under the powerful force, revealing their faces wrapped in cloth, making them look more like ruthless assassins controlled by dark magic.
Under the sudden impact, the two assassins released their daggers and lost their balance, falling onto the snowy ground. In that moment, a hint of confusion and pain appeared in their eyes, as if their souls, tormented by dark magic, had found a brief release.
Darius Although he successfully rendered the assassin unable to attack, his body also reached its limit. His abdomen still bore a deep knife wound, with fresh blood continuously seeping out, staining his armor and the snowy ground. He stood barely, his expression a mix of determination and fatigue, while gasping for air.
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