You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 150 As Blazing and Brilliant as Flames

She awoke from her daze.

She saw many berries scattered on the ground and struggled to get up from the snow.

Behind me, a dense forest stretched out; ahead, snow-capped hills rose in the distance; and the thin night sky weighed heavily on my heart.

She stared at this strange and unfamiliar scene with fear and bewilderment.

where is this?
……

The hunt lasted for several days because it was a long journey.

So we'll camp here tonight.

Roman was butchering a deer when he saw Gweil running towards him anxiously, like a child having a nightmare, and she threw herself into his arms.

His hands were covered in blood from slaughtering prey. He didn't touch Gweil's head, but simply asked, "What happened?"

"Roman, Roman... Sanna, Sanna, Sanna is gone!" Gweil gasped for breath. After saying this, the suppressed fear and tension in her heart surged out, and crystal tears rolled down her cheeks. She cried very sadly.

……

Dusk was falling, and a cold wind was blowing fiercely.

The surrounding trees also dimmed as night fell.

The moon has disappeared.

This land did not fall into complete darkness.

Those strange trees were dense, bearing the snow, and were oddly shaped.

This is a savage forest!
Sanna knew about that terrifying legend.

While the barbarian tribes of the eastern plateau marched south, another barbarian tribe lived deep in the dense forests of the west. They had lived for generations in the dark and sunless forests, were short in stature, ate raw meat and drank blood, kept company with wild beasts, and lived by cannibalism. Anyone who stepped into their territory would be swallowed up by the forest...

She recalled the distant and terrifying legends of those forest barbarians who ate people, and she was immediately afraid that those barbarians would also appear in this dense forest and skin her alive to eat.

Her legs trembled with fear, and all she wanted was to escape this barbaric environment.

She followed Gweil back the way she came, believing that Gweil wouldn't get lost; even the mountains hadn't trapped her.

But when she was walking on a snow slope, she slipped and fell before she could call for help from Gweil. She hit a tree at the bottom of the slope and lost consciousness. She did not regain consciousness until after dark.

She hoped to retrace the route taken during the day.

But the cruelty of nature unfolded before her eyes like a curtain, drawing ever closer.

She was halfway there when she realized with despair that she was unfamiliar with the area and couldn't remember the route she took during the day.

The already unfamiliar environment became even more unfamiliar.

She walked in a seemingly familiar direction, only to find the road becoming increasingly narrow, trapped by the dark forest, as if she could never escape this land.

The trees were all strange and bizarre, their branches and claws bared as if they were demons.

The north wind howled, cutting through the dense trees with a sharp and piercing whistling sound, like the screams of ghosts.

The snow on the branches was blown off by the wind, making a "rustling" sound.

The scene was so terrifying that Sanna was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Kao, save me. Gweil, save me..."

She looked around frantically, searching for a passable path, and instinctively cried for help. But when she mentioned the witch, she suddenly stopped, recalling an event from the past, and shuddered.

"Geviel said she took back what she said, Geviel won't hurt me!"

Sanna suddenly ran forward, but twisted her ankle and fell to the ground. She was in excruciating pain in her ankle and could not get up.

"It hurts so much!" Tears streamed down her face from the pain. Fear and terror filled her heart. She staggered and leaned against a tree trunk, took off her thick wool boots to check her ankle, only to find it was red and swollen, and she couldn't even stand up.

I must be crippled!

She felt utterly hopeless.

I'm going to die here!
She thought so.

An unprecedented fear gripped her, oppressing her nerves and tearing at her reason.

She had experienced Khal's beatings before. When she failed to complete the literacy task he had given her, he covered her with a blanket and beat her with a stick and his fists until she was nearly dead, feeling as if all her bones were about to break. She lay in bed for a whole day before she felt any better. But what she was facing now was a hundred times, a thousand times more terrifying than that ruthless Khal.

"Kao, brother, save me!" She was completely disoriented, and a sharp pain shot through her ankle.

She couldn't move. Her body temperature was dropping, and even her thick winter clothes couldn't keep out the cold wind; she felt icy cold all over.

Then she let out another piercing scream!

She discovered that what she was relying on was not a tree trunk, but the living shell of a demon!

Its trunk, towering high above her, bore an eerie color, as if scorched by flames, while its branches stretched out like ghosts, sharp and slender, resembling countless blades. The leaves, a sickly green, shimmered with a ghostly light, sending chills down one's spine.

She trembled with fear and looked around. She could only see the shadows of the trees, like countless hideous creatures.

"That curse isn't real!!"

She was filled with regret. The Witch of Doom had cursed her to freeze to death on a winter night. Was that evil curse about to come true?
She couldn't accept this fact; she didn't want to die, to die here like this.

"I must escape!" Sanna cried as she crawled forward on all fours.

Her fear of death was so intense that it caused her to lose her composure and become irrational.

She began to hate Gweil.

Otherwise, how could she have ended up in this situation!
She also began to hate Kao.

It was all because Kao let her get close to Gweil; otherwise, how could they have become friends?

She began to hate herself again.

She shouldn't have been careless, and she shouldn't have treated Geviel like an ordinary person; instead, she should have taken it seriously.

Sanna recalled the scene from that time.

At that time, Gweil transformed into a terrifying and dark witch, her face seemingly shrouded in shadow, cursing her to a terrible death.

That language was anything but ordinary; it contained a strange and mysterious power.

In a daze, she saw that forbidden power flowing within Gweil's body, like a cold, venomous snake coiling around her...

For various reasons, the two kept the incident to themselves and did not tell anyone else.

Sanna felt that she was the one who deserved to die the most; if she had paid more attention, she certainly wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

She didn't know how long she had been climbing.

Sanna suddenly had a feeling, an indescribable sense of dread that made her hair stand on end, an instinctive warning that danger was approaching.

It was the surveillance of some inexplicable, wild creature.

Her neck was freezing cold. She turned stiffly and saw a green beast staring at her.

"Do not!!"

Her screams echoed throughout the savage forest.

The moment the old wolf pounced, Sanna's pupils contracted sharply, her soul trembled, as if it had been freed from its shackles, and a strange power surged out from within her, forming an invisible barrier along her resisting palm.

click!
The barrier shattered instantly.

Whoosh!
The wolf's foul-smelling bite arrived in an instant, then it flew away in the blink of an eye.

It flew right past her, as if it had been struck by a train coming from the side during its attack.
The broad arrow pierced the void!
It accurately pierced the wolf's body!
The immense force pinned the wolf's body to the trunk of a strange tree.

Zheng! !

The arrow's tail was still vibrating and making a sound.

Sanna, still shaken and panting, looked in the direction of the arrow.

The dark and terrifying forest appeared to her as if a filter had been removed, making everything clear.

Her hearing became acute, and her vision, for some reason, became equally excellent, allowing her to clearly see the figure a hundred meters away.

He stood there, holding the large bow, his chest heaving, slightly out of breath.

Those crimson eyes blazed like flames in the night!
(End of this chapter)