The fast-moving attack finally exposed the opponent's excellent murderous aura. At that moment, Galen felt that his back was tightly held back by thousands of long swords, and as the opponent approached, he cut into his skin inch by inch.

When he felt the attack, he knew that he would never be able to turn around to resist the attack before the opponent stabbed him, because the attack was too fast, but he still laughed. Because he believed that he could definitely stab the sword into the opponent's throat before the blood flowed dry.

So, come on. See who has more blood. He smiled and closed his eyes, pinched the hilt of the sword, and took a deep breath.

The snow is surging and the wind is surging.

The sharp sound of breaking through the air caused the air around to rush wildly, and the snowflakes in the sky were stirred into pieces and fell one by one. The fierce sharp edge had already made a sharp sound on his armor before reaching Garen's body.

Death is about to begin.

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When the meteor-like blow appeared, Chen Senran, who was sitting in a tent in the camp holding a glass of red wine, felt the pain that tearing his nerves again, as if someone was forcibly tearing his mental power and forcibly overdrawing something.

The sudden and severe pain almost made him unable to grasp the wine glass. The trembling momentarily caused a little wine in the cup to spill out, dripping on the open book "Northern Scenery" and soaking out the strange black through the dark oak leaf paper.

Chen Senran put down the wine glass, rubbed his swollen temples, looked at the little loli who was asleep behind him, and after tucking the cushion horns for the little girl with a very bad sleeping appearance, he stood up and started walking out.

He had to figure it out, otherwise he might die.

He lifted the tent and tried not to let the vast wind and snow enter the tent. He first came to the entrance of Lao Du's tent. Just as he was about to call Lao Du's name, the pain of ripping nerves surged again, knocking him to the ground one time. He held the ground with one hand and kept panting and looking at the distance covered by heavy snow.

This time, he has locked in the target.

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Just as the claws had touched Garen's armor was about to pierce his flesh and release blood, there was suddenly no movement behind him.

The claw, which was originally as fast as a meteor, seemed to be frozen in the moment when it was about to be bloodthirsty. This sudden change made Garen stunned for a while.

Then he finally remembered something, opened his eyes and looked at the snow not far away.

There, a woman stood tall and curled her bow like a full moon. Until this moment, the crisp sound of the bowstrings barely rang in the air.

The fragmented snowflakes finally landed on the ground. Galen let out a long breath, turned around and looked at the thing that was completely frozen, slowly lifting the fearless sword in his hand.

It was not until this moment that he finally saw through the dim moonlight that he had killed so many of his brothers.

It was a monster with red skin, thin wings on the back, hard carapace on the surface, and sharp claws like a blade. It was like a red mantis.

One thing Garen was not wrong, that is, it was indeed strange and extremely ugly.

"Sales your life for your killing." Garen held the sword in both hands, and the cold moonlight fell on his blade with the snowflakes, "Say goodbye to the world, bastard."

"I think you'd better not do that." A low, rough and rude sounded like a hundred thousand hammers landing together and sounded from a distance inappropriately.

Galen put down his sword and frowned. The direction of the sound was...Ash.

Turning his head, Galen leaned his sword to the ground and looked in that direction. The ice archer who was about to walk over was tucked by a rough and wild claw full of violent beauty.

"I'm sorry." Ashe calmly put down the ice bow in his hand, without any sign of fear.

"Woman, don't talk, otherwise, I don't mind killing you first." The master of the claw finally revealed his face. He grabbed Ashe's neck with one hand and walked towards Garen step by step.

The wind and snow blew up the hair all over his body, and his hideous bone armor covered with his body reflected a creepy white light in the faint moonlight.

The fangs on his face and the lion-like eyebrows all illustrate his inhuman bloodline. At this moment, the other monster that quietly emerged from the darkness was slowly approaching at an extremely aggressive pace.

"Then, Mr. Lion, are there actually two rulers in the so-called Freljod's last Pure Land?" Galen slowly stroked the hilt of the fearless sword. He wanted to slow down the other party's indomitable momentum first.

"No, that's my prey too." The human-shaped monster with a lion face replied indifferently, and the pace of attack was still slow.

"So do you want to exchange with me now? After all, I was the one who captured this prey first." Garen's eyelids twitched, and the silent hijacking of Ashe had made him extremely afraid. He was not very sure to defeat this guy.

"Yes, exchange, I have no interest in the skulls of you weak mortals. Just give it to me and you can get out with this woman." The lion-faced guy finally stopped at the five yards in front of Galen and spoke extremely arrogant words.

"Did you kill the soldiers last night?" Garen was still rubbing the hilt of the sword. He looked at Ashe, and the other party just looked back at him indifferently.

What a fearless woman.

"No, that's what this guy ate to replenish his energy... Well, I don't want to talk nonsense to you. If you didn't look good, killing you would have to waste some of my energy. It might be injured and affecting my hunting later. I will definitely kill you now. You have too many problems." The lion-faced guy waved his hand impatiently, "Hurry up."

"Okay." Garen asked the last question he wanted to know, lifted the mantis that had been completely frozen into a piece of ice and handed it over.

"Get out." The lion-faced guy threw Ash over like a chicken, and his other claw reached out to pick up the prey in Garen's hand.

Once he pulled, he didn't move. Garen didn't let go.

"You..." The lion's face tilted his neck, and an extremely ugly smile appeared on his face, as ugly as if he had never smiled for decades.

"It killed many of my brothers, and I must kill them with my own hands. Since you want to rob, kill me first." Galen looked directly at the other party's eyes that were hiding countless indifference and cruelty and said slowly.

The lion's face still laughed, but he didn't laugh out loud. He let go of his hand, as if he was very happy.

"Very good, mortal, very courageous, I changed my mind, I will keep your skull in my third room, thank me for giving you such a high glory."

"Extremely honored." Garen threw the ice sculpture in his hand to the ground, raised his sword with both hands, his eyes cold.

The snowy night is still long.

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Chapter completed!