After a fight, the blood flowing from the throat of the princess guard was still steaming slightly in the cold wind. The smell of wild wolf blood on the ground overwhelmed the insignificant smell of rust.
The north wind was strong, and the snowflakes that were about to float to the wooden hairpin on her head were redirected by the vibration caused by the landslide, and fell into the wet nurse's eyes.
There were sounds of fighting and iron horses in the distance, and a small landslide just now temporarily blocked the road into the mountain. She took a deep breath and staggered towards the lower reaches of the river. The small footprints of different shades were quickly buried by the wind and snow, leaving only a petite figure moving forward in the vast world.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
