Because of this sight, the Elf froze in place and continued to look in surprise at the wound that was tightening on its own. Vinter, feeling that the pain passed, reacted sharply and knocked the elf on his back, and began to punch the Elf's face with his crushing fist.

– Die! Die! Stupid creature!

Screaming, he continued to hit his face until he felt the wound on his shoulder opened as well as on his ass, but the wounds on his legs disappeared without a trace.

Because of the pain, Vinter rose above the Elf, who made only bubbling sounds because of the blood in his throat and a broken face that was almost indistinguishable.

- Haaa, don't even expect to die an easy death after I've suffered because of your freak!

After kicking him in the stomach, Vinter picked up his bow and hit the ground with all his might to break him and get the bowstring from him with which he then tied the Elf's hands so tightly that it crashed into the elven hands at the edges.

After finishing, Vinter took out 2 bottles of strange liquid and poured all the contents into Elf's mouth so that he would heal, and he could make up for everything he had experienced during that demon's day.

– As I said, don't even hope for a quick and painless death.

As soon as the effect of the potions worked, the Elf began to break out and flounder on the spot, but Vinter made sure that he did not break out, let alone run away from him.

– ᛏᛁ ᚺᚹᛟᚱᛖ ᛋᛏᚹᛟᚱᛁᚾᚾᛁᚨ! ᛏᚨᚲᛁᚲᚺ ᛁᚨᚲ ᛏᛁ ᚾᛖ ᛗᚨᛖ ᛁᛋᚾᚢᚹᚨᛏᛁ ᚹ ᛏᛋᛟᛗᚢ ᛋᚹᛁᛏᛁ! ᛏᛁ... ᛏᛁ ᚺᚤᛗᛖᚱᚨ!

– Scream to yourself as much as you want, I still don't understand that you're screaming there, freak.

After agreeing, Vinter without regret, he stabbed his own arrow into Elf's leg, which made him scream so slightly in Vinter's ears. But he only smiled at this, and began to shake the arrow in different directions, causing even more pain.

Without stopping mocking the Elf, he began to speak.

– Haha, it's a pity that Zertera couldn't help me teach me how to torture people like you. But you know, I think I can handle you anyway.

****

After almost 3 hours of brutal torture of the poor Elf, Vinter finally finished him off, and without betraying himself, he took his arrows and little knife, which he did not even use.

Having finished with everything, he, tired but satisfied, went to the "house" or rather to say where he was his own, among the same haters of the Elves as he was, but there were those whom he did not quite understand, because they wanted the complete destruction of all species except humans.

However, while they helped with the destruction of the eared, he did not pay attention, or rather tried not to pay attention to the extermination of other species. However, because of Zertera, he had to kill innocent creatures that did nothing wrong to him or people.

However, he lacked the spirit to go against the rules of the Order or Zertera himself, because it meant death even worse than that of the Elf he had just killed.

****

“Because of this freak, I have to limp back to the Order, where those jerks will definitely start laughing and mocking it! And thank the gods that Zertera will not see this because I would definitely not have experienced such a thing.”

“And most importantly, Krint would certainly first roll on the floor with laughter and then for a few more years remembered that the Great Vinter got an arrow in the ass. It's not my fault that the eared ones are such beautiful archers.”

Limping and waving his hands, through emotional thoughts, he finally crawled to the gate of the Order in half a day, where he was immediately greeted and opened without question. And as soon as he entered the gate, he immediately headed for Commander Hilshes.

Limping and still with a broken arrow in his ass, he reached Hilshes office, but without too much thought and without knocking, he went to it, and immediately began to report on the task.

– Vinter Varn, came back from the task and came to report on its details and execution!

– Damn it! Did Vinter not teach you to knock or did you have a sword on the head?

– I'm sorry sir, I just barely came back and a few more minutes, and I'll just fall on your warm mat.

– Okay, let's forget about the culture this time. So what happened to the task once you're in such a wall?

– Sir, in short, I killed 8 Elves, of which 5 were armed and one owned a bow, and, as you can see, he shot well.

After saying that, Vinter turned his back to him and pointed at his ass and shoulder. Why Hilshes, barely holding back his laughter, glanced at Vinter and said.

– Khem, well, you're good at coping with everything in such a short time, but it would be better if you went to the doctors, otherwise this arrow that sticks out slightly distracts from the situation.

– I apologise, but what is the situation?

- Although I don't have to tell you this, the king became interested in our presence in his kingdom, so the time is approaching when we will have to flee to the "Nameless" and even to the "Eyes".

– So we are working for the benefit of his majesty! So why is he not satisfied with our actions?

– From your point of view, everything is exactly as you say, but from the King's point of view, we are pests that ruin his lands and bring only death to the innocent.

– Innocent! Seriously, aren't these damn Elves to blame? I'd rather challenge Zertera to fight than believe that those bastards are innocent.

Waving his hands and shouting slightly, he pointed to himself from time to time, and the forests that were visible on the mountains. But he cast an indignant look at Hilshes, who fully supported Vinter's words.

“You're right, but the Crown sees this world differently like her followers. However, we must continue to fulfil our mission so that future generations do not know that you are like you.

– Anyway, sir, I'm with the order to the end, even if I have to go against the crown.

– Haha, loud words, but I hope there will be no war with the crown, because even if we have gathered all our strength, we will lose. But stop talking about the problems of the order, you better go take care of your wounds.

– Yes, sir! And for the last time, I just beg you, don't tell Zertera about... well, you understand yourself.

– Don't worry about that.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he bowed and headed to a small but interesting room where there was so much medicine that the whole smell was mixed into a hitherto unknown smell, but thanks to Zertera, Vinter got used to it and named it in honour of the master.

Namely, the smell of "Zertera " because because of the master he was in this room so many times that he could get there blindly and find the right medicine on his own.

Having reached the place, he again without knocking just went inside where he was met by a stoned grandfather with a gray beard who was often in the role of a broom. Seeing Vinter, he threw his hands up the mountain and smiled sincerely.

– Ooo Vinter! You came to me again he-he. Wait, but Zertera left, how could you get hurt? No, don't tell me, I'll guess.

“Add more hair to him, and he would definitely make friends with Krint, they would have pissed each other out”

– I'm sorry, Kelty, but this time there's little time to guess, actually, as always.

– Well, Vinter only once! Still, you don't drain the blood, and the head with limbs is still attached to the torso.

– Yes, but with an arrow in the ass is not very comfortable with a wound in the shoulder.

– He-he, how did our Vinter get an arrow in this mighty ass?

– Damn elves that's all you can say.

– Oh, you fought with the elves, I hope you brought something for me from them.

– I'm sorry, but apart from the swords, the arrow in the ass brought nothing.

Old Kelty immediately became sad and slightly puffed his cheeks to show Vinter that he was offended by him, but even pointed to the bed, which was covered with a covered sheet from which straw was sticking out.

– Don't be offended next time I'll definitely bring their healing potion that you've wanted for so long.

– He-he Elven potion is good. But it's a pity that it only works on elves and those in whom they're blood...

Hearing this, Vinter froze for a moment and stared at Kelty, who had been saying something about the elven potion, but in Vinter's head only thought about why the potion had affected him.

– Hey Vinter! God, you're back in!

Knowing how to act in such situations, Kelty threw an empty glass at him that hit him in the shoulder and brought him out of those thoughts that he could never even imagine in the worst nightmare.

– I'm in pain, Kelty!

– Well, I'm sorry that you're bogged down again, although I was already diligently talking about the elven potion that sometimes acts on people, and you were thinking about your own.

Kelty folded his hands on his chest indignantly and stuck his tongue out to show it to Vinter, who exhaled in an instant with relief from Kelty's words. And feeling relieved, he approached the old man and hugged him tightly and said.

– Cure Kelty, you almost killed me!

– Vinter-Vinter let me go of the pain! And what are you talking about anyway?

– Haha, forget it, just know that you are an old fool.

– Hey, I can be offended!

Finally letting Kelty go, he smiled and stroked his head and with a calm soul lay his stomach on the bed so that the old man could finally cure him. Kelty still didn't realise what happened to Vinter, but he decided not to pay attention to it because Vinter is like Vinter.

– Do you need to remove the pants, or did you think I would get the arrow like that?

Throwing a surprised look at Kelty, but before he had time to answer anything, the old man had already run up to him and began to take them off quickly and at the same time accurately. And despite the fact that he was, to put it mildly, he was not surprised, he did not try to break out because Kelty had already seen everything he could.

– Whore Kelty, you warn me when you do this, otherwise I'm suddenly against it.

– Oh, think about it, I'm just taking off your pants, not what young people think.

Having said that, he lightly slammed Vinter's ass with his palm, which caused him to scream and Kelty just laughed and began to examine the wound and think about how to extract the broken arrow.

– Of course, you're good that you didn't pull out the arrow, but now it will be a little painful to get it out because of the blood that has burned.

– Let's immediately agree that you will do it quickly and without pain, otherwise I know how you sometimes treat.

– Didn't you like my methods!?

– Well, you know, treating a fracture with another fracture is a kind of solution.

– He-he, but by your movements you can't tell that you had a broken arm.

– ... Shit, in short, you realised what I was talking about.

– Don't worry, I was just thinking about someone to test my new potion that allows me to fall asleep.

Looking at Kelty, but blinking a few times, Vinter took a deep breath and said.

– I won't even ask why you need such a potion.

– He-he is a good decision. So will you try to drink it, or should I pull out an arrow without it?

– It certainly won't be worse, so bring it here.

Kelty threw his hands to the mountain and chuckled all over the room, and rushed to the small locker that was above his table, but while he was running, he got stuck in his beard, but this did not stop him, and he got up and ran to the locker again, where he got the right potion at the first attempt.

Returning to Vinter, he held out his hand with a bottle of bright green colour that even glowed a little in this dark room.

– Mmm, are you sure you can drink it?

Putting his hand to his beard and stroking it a few times, and then scratching his forehead, Kelty raised his shoulders and smiled meaninglessly. Vinter exhaled and, with a sharp movement of his hand, uncorked the glass bottle, from which a pungent smell of something rotten immediately flew out.

– I know this stupid question, but why is it?

After stroking his beard again, Kelty walked to the table and opened the book, which was less than 200 pages, opened the penultimate and began to read.

– He-he, well, listen once interesting. Two spoons of genuine, a spoonful of humus, two spoons of woolly squirrels, and a bit of musk from my...

Realising that it was better for him not to know the latter, let alone not to hear, Vinter poured the entire contents of the bottle into his throat with one movement, and trying to tell Kelty to shut up just collapsed on the bed like a dead man.

– Well, who does that! I tried to search, and you didn't even listen.

Again, inflating his cheeks, Kelty got off his chair and headed for Vinter, who was neither alive nor dead because he was breathing but did not react for anything, even to slightly rough cuts on his ass that were supposed to help pull out the arrow, which was quite firmly stuck in his ass.

****

Waking up after almost 15 hours, the first thing Vinter saw was Kelty standing, a saw that was covered in blood and a small fork that was also bleeding. He was frightened by such a sight and easily punched Curly in the cheek.

Because of this, he continued to hold the saw with the fork and fell to the floor without even making a sound, and Vinter, in turn, began to swear and shout.

– Damn! What the hell are you doing, man!?

Kelty, lying on the floor, looked at the ceiling and blinked his eyes, but even after such a blow, he remained alive, however, he lost all understanding of what was happening to him and this world.