war of the spider queen 5 annihilation-第61部分

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ind　the　table；　digging　deep　furrows　into　the　roof　beam　above　him。
　　　The　men　were　grunting　and　coughing。　Ansen　screamed。　Smoke　billowed　up　from　his　hair；　and　the　flesh　around　his　right　eye　was　crisping　and　beginning　to　flake　away。
　　　〃Stop　it；〃　Piet　gasped。
　　　Neither　the　drow　nor　the　demon　even　looked　at　him。
　　　〃Stop　。　。　。〃　he　moaned　and　was　about　to　drop　his　axe　when　the　door　burst　open；　and　five　men　all　but　crawled　over　each　other　to　get　into　the　mon　room。
　　　Piet　knew　them　all：　Nedreg；　the　tall　man　from　Sembia　who　was　one　of　two　men　in　the　camp　who'd　brought　a　sword　with　him。　Kem；　the　short　guy　from　Cormyr　who　also　had　a　sword　and　who　hated　Nedreg　as　much　as　Nedreg　hated　him。　Raula；　the　only　woman　in　the　camp；　had　a　spear　she　said　was　magical　but　no　one　believed　her。　Aynd；　Raula's　husband；　had　a　spear　that　was　so　warped　he　didn't　bother　telling　anyone　it　was　anything　but　an　old　piece　of　Impilturan　army　garbage　he'd　found　on　the　side　of　a　road。
　　　The　first　of　the　five　to　get　into　the　room　was　the　foreman　of　the　camp：　a　big　man　named　Rab　who　claimed　to　have　been　a　sergeant　in　the　Cormyrean　army；　who　was　on　the　battlefield　the　day　King　Azoun　was　killed。　Everyone　believed　what　Rab　told　them…whatever　Rab　told　them…because　everyone　was　afraid　of　him。　Piet　never　liked　Rab；　but　seeing　him　burst　into　the　blood…soaked　tavern　with　his　greataxe　at　the　ready　was　the　most　beautiful　thing　Piet　had　ever　seen。
　　　It　was　then；　for　no　reason　Piet　could　understand；　that　the　dark　elf　finally　attacked　him。　The　greatsword　moved　so　fast　Piet　could　barely　see　it。　Still；　he　managed　to　stagger　back　away　from　the　blade。　He　tried　to　parry　with　his　axe；　but　the　dark　elf　never　touched　it。　His　greatsword　whirled　around　it；　flipped　over　it；　pulled　away　from　it。
　　　Piet　had　taken　maybe　ten　steps　before　he　even　realized　he　was　walking。　He　was　closer　to　the　demon　than　he'd　intended　to　go；　but　the　monster　was　still　pushing　against　the　table　behind　which　Ansen；　Kinsky；　and　Lint　were　trapped。　Ansen　was　still　screaming。　The　tone　of　his　voice　had　taken　on　a　more　desperate；　almost　girlish　quality；　and　Piet　found　himself　wishing　the　man　would　hurry　up　and　die。　It　was　the　only　humane　thing。
　　　The　other　two　men　looked　as　if　they　were　trying　to　scream　but　couldn't。　The　demon…thing　glanced　up　at　the　men　who'd　burst　into　the　room　but　who　were　hesitating　at　the　door　still　trying　to　understand　the　grim　scene。　The　demon　took　advantage　of　their　hesitation　and　pressed　harder。　Piet　could　see　the　thing's　legs　tense　and　the　sharp　claws　on　its　feet　dig　into　the　floor。　Kinsky's　eyes　popped　out　of　his　head；　followed　by　a　waterfall　of　blood。　Lint　coughed　out　a　mouthful　of　blood；　gurgled；　and　died。　Kinsky　tried　to　scream。　The　room　filled　with　a　series　of　loud　cracking　noises；　and　he　went　limp。　Ansen　finally　stopped　screaming；　though　he　continued　to　burn。
　　　Rab　and　the　others　charged　at　the　demon。　Piet　wasn't　even　sure　they　noticed　the　dark　elf。
　　　〃Why？〃　Piet　asked　the　drow；　who　was　watching　the　others　charge　the　demon。　〃What　are　you　doing　here？　Why　are　you　doing　this？　What　do　you　want？〃
　　　The　dark　elf　turned　to　him　and　raised　an　eyebrow；　looking　down　his　nose　at　Piet…though　the　human　was　easily　six　inches　taller。
　　　〃What　do　you　want　here？〃　Piet　asked　again。
　　　〃Nothing；〃　the　drow　said　in　strangely　accented　mon。
　　　Piet　was　aware　of　some　motion　below　him…something　that　looked　as　if　the　dark　elf　had　shrugged…then　he　felt　something　wet　on　his　neck；　warm　liquid　pouring　down　his　chest。　Piet　put　a　hand　to　his　throat　and　his　fingers　met　a　pulsing　jet　of　hot　red　blood　shooting　in　a　four…foot　stream　from　his　throat。　When　he　tried　to　speak；　his　lungs　filled　with　blood；　then　his　eyesight　blurred。
　　　The　dark　elf　turned　away　from　him；　and　as　he　died；　Piet　knew　that　the　drow　would　never　give　him　a　second　thought。　He　didn't　live　long　enough　to　decide　how　he　felt　about　that。
　　　
　　　Ryld　didn't　give　the　dead　human　a　second　thought。　Five　more　of　them　had　e　in；　and　though　Jeggred　had　dispatched　the　first　three　humans　he'd　encountered　with　minimal　effort；　at　least　one　of　the　newers　looked　like　someone　who　could　actually　fight。　Ryld　didn't　entertain　for　a　second　the　thought　that　Jeggred　might　not　be　able　to　handle　the　five　humans…even　the　one　with　the　greataxe…but　the　five　of　them　together　might　slow　the　draegloth　down　a　bit；　and　that　would　have　to　do。
　　　Ryld　sheathed　Splitter；　and　before　the　blade　was　entirely　covered　his　feet　were　off　the　ground。　He　intended　to　jump　through　the　window　and　almost　made　it　when　someone　grabbed　his　foot。　Ryld　knew　before　he　turned　that　it　was　Jeggred。
　　　The　draegloth　pulled　hard　on　Ryld's　foot；　and　the　weapons　master　twisted　in　his　grip　and　kicked　Jeggred　in　the　face。　The　half…demon's　head　snapped　back　into　one　of　the　onrushing　humans…one　armed　with　a　sword…who　took　the　opportunity　to　slice　at　the　back　of　the　draegloth's　head。　The　sword　tangled　in　Jeggred's　still…wet　mane　of　thick　white　hair。
　　　Two　more　of　the　humans　came　up　on　either　side　of　the　half…demon　and　jabbed　their　spearheads　into　Jeggred's　back。　The　spearheads　sank　into　the　draegloth's　flesh；　and　Jeggred　let　out　a　loud　growl。　He　let　go　of　Ryld；　who　landed　on　his　feet；　face　to　face　with　the　draegloth。　The　humans　withdrew　their　spears；　and　Jeggred　and　Ryld　shared　a　look　that　said　Jeggred　wanted　the　human　male　and　female　with　spears。　The　swordsman　drew　his　weapon　back　to　stab　the　draegloth　from　behind。
　　　Jeggred　spun　away；　sending　the　two　humans　with　spears　scattering。　The　human　with　the　sword　was　left　facing　Ryld。
　　　〃The　draegloth　will　kill　you　all；〃　Ryld　said；　reasonably　certain　he　got　the　mon　right。
　　　The　human　seemed　more　frightened　that　Ryld　could　speak　his　language　than　he　was　of　the　dark　elf　himself。　That　was　a　mistake　the　man　wouldn't　make　twice。
　　　〃Don't…〃　Ryld　warned　as　the　human　pulled　his　sword　up　to　hack　down　at　the　dark　elf。
　　　With　an　impatient　sigh；　Ryld　flicked　his　sword　in　a　fast　arc　in　front　of　him　and　took　the　human's　sword　arm。　The　man　staggered　back；　bulging　eyes　fixed　on　the　blood　pumping　out　of　his　stump。　He　looked　at　Ryld；　made　eye　contact　with　him　for　the　space　of　a　heartbeat。　The　human　seemed　to　be　waiting　for　Ryld　to　say　something；　to　explain　why　the　drow　had　taken　his　arm。　Humans　were　an　odd　lot。
　　　Ryld　shrugged。　The　man　opened　his　mouth　to　speak　then　fell　over　dead。
　　　The　female　human　jabbed　at　Jeggred；　and　the　draegloth　grabbed　the　spear。　He　snapped　it　like　a　twig；　and　the　woman　backstepped　away；　her　hands　up　in　front　of　her　face　in　a　feeble　attempt　to　fend　off　the　half…demon。
　　　Ryld　suppressed　the　urge　to　laugh。　Instead；　he　bent　quickly　and　ripped　the　dead　human's　hand　off　the　sword。　He　had　to　break　a　few　of　the　man's　fingers　to　get　the　weapon　free；　but　it　certainly　didn't　matter　to　the　swordsman　anymore。
　　　The　other　spearman　went　for　Jeggred　with　renewed　fury；　his　hopelessly　warped　spear　jabbing　again　and　again　at　the　draegloth；　who　danced　out　of　its　way；　toying　with　the　man。　The　woman　had　her　hands　on　her　mouth；　apparently　concerned　with　what　might　happen　to　the　other　spearman。　There　was　something　about　the　look　on　her　face　that　Ryld　recognized；　and