He and It

Oops.

In his hoof trimming career, he had never seen hooves in such bad condition.

Surrounded by iron thorns and randomly tied with steel nails, the brass wire tied with the blade was twisted into a strange shape and deeply embedded in the horn of the hoof. There were also five copper wedges as thick as a little finger, crossed and driven into the sole of the hoof. The tip protrudes directly from the horse's hoof, vaguely forming the shape of an inverted pentagram, tightly locked by the coagulated blood scab and hard meat... Maybe just one look at it can put trypophobia patients on the spot. He became ill and collapsed to the ground.

Without any words, he first took out the single-sided curved knife and began to focus on scraping the uneven blood scabs and hard meat on the hoof surface. Yu Mengzhou moved quickly, and his knife was even faster. He shoveled open the smelly scab in a few strokes, dug out the clumped iron thorns inside, and pried it to the ground piece by piece. Every time he pried it, he made a similar sound. The "collapse" sound of a broken string.

When the pry was almost done, he took out the hoof clippers and struck the horse's hoof evenly. After shaking off the remaining scraps of blood scab, he had to first pick out the copper wires and then pinch them off one by one.

"What is he doing?" Jun Feng asked blankly.

"Maybe... he has a special habit of erasing the traces of the previous knight before adding his own... right?" The sarcastic tongue, which is always good at eloquent words, can't find the words. Erke stared at Yu Mengzhou's movements slightly absentmindedly.

In order to tear out these copper wires, even Yu Mengzhou had to use all his strength. He had to break them piece by piece, and then carefully pull off the copper wires in circles, because there were still many inlays on them. A delicate little blade, if you are not careful, the blade will break in the hoof.

He pulled and threw a piece, with sweat dripping down his face. He did not forget to comfort the horse as usual: "Be good, be good, it's okay, you'll be fine soon, it's okay..."

The Blood Butcher froze in place, its eyes opened blankly, and even its mane forgot to burn, and it drooped to the side in fright.

After finally pulling off the head, and seeing that the horse's hoof was about to completely break away from the long coiled copper wire, Yu Mengzhou carefully clamped its end, but what he pulled out was a thin, scaly tail connected to the copper wire.

Yu Mengzhou: "?"

He looked at this half-metal, half-biological thing with disgust, and murmured: "What is this?"

He changed his hands to pull, and the living creature inside began to twist and struggle desperately. What he finally pulled out was a live snake that looked like a tapeworm. It was suddenly forcibly expelled from the host's body, and it coiled around the body angrily. , it’s just a mouthful to turn back!

"Holy shit!" Yu Mengzhou screamed in fright, and broke it into two pieces with one knife. When he looked up again, he saw that a large hollow hole had appeared on the sole of the horse's hoof, and blood was slowly flowing out.

He said in shock: "What the hell!"

"The copper snake." The Blood Butcher lowered his head and replied in a sullen voice, "The torturer's favorite pet."

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Let’s talk about the allusion of the name Falke. It comes from the Germanic mythology "The Legend of Dietrich". It is the nightmare horse of the protagonist Dietrich. I transliterated it as Falke.

Chapter 70 Dark Sky Reserve (5)

"Oh," Yu Mengzhou looked at the snake's body with disgust, but didn't know how to comfort the war horse, "well, it is indeed... unusual."

He wiped the sweat off his face with his arms and noticed that the strong bones were showing signs of cracking under the heavy pressure of the horse's legs.

"Tell me about the tormentor?" Yu Mengzhou tried to distract the demon horse, because next, he would try to pull out the five copper wedges. His physical strength has not yet fully recovered, and this will be a difficult task. The struggle, and it must be very painful, is, "What is he, a profession, or a specific person?"

Blood Butcher's pony tail flicked, and he replied in a low voice: "That's a type of title."

Its nose was twitching uncontrollably, and it raised its lips and bared its bloody teeth, but it was not a threat, not at all.

Demon horses are creatures with an extremely keen sense of smell, and can smell the fearful scent of prey dozens of miles away. At this moment, the smell of humans is vividly permeating the air, but it is different from what they have encountered before - of course there is also something in the Demon Realm. Sedentary humans are timid, cowardly and despicable. In order to survive, they can burst out with viciousness that would surprise even the devil. They are just symbols of food.

However, the smell emanating from human beings is relaxing, warm, soft... it is beyond description in words. The Blood Butcher tried his best to inhale this wonderful smell, hoping to keep it in his lungs as long as possible. He knew that his companions were doing the same.

Could this be poison to quench thirst, to numb a greater evil? It doesn't know, and it doesn't care. It only knows the smell of fear and hatred, like burning magma and foul-smelling sulfur fire, but this smell is completely different, making it willing to indulge in it and not want to wake up.

"... related to the title of a profession," said the Blood Butcher. "Those war craftsmen use pain as the driving force for killing and ignite the flames of war. They are experts in shaping flesh and blood and inventors of torture. The torturers who are the most proficient in this way. Those who are called masters can use the arm of a frightened little demon to be used as a finger for a troll."

"Pain is energy," it said. "The demonic realm is the capital of pain."

Yu Mengzhou thought thoughtfully and asked: "In other words, your pain and status here are like fuel, and this Demon Realm is an engine that uses fuel for everything, right?"

While chatting, he used a hoof knife to cut off the long-dead keratin on the edge of the copper wedge, and then carefully scraped it in to leave a loose gap.

The Blood Butcher acquiesced and completely pulled out a copper snake with a hoof, just like pulling out a maggot that was entrenched in the wound and sucking blood, making it feel a sense of relief that it had not seen for a long time. It was so comfortable that it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to snore.

But soon, something cold and heavy stuck to the sole of its hoof, colliding with the copper wedge, making an unpleasant muffled sound.

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