Rumble.

The tiny and rapid sound echoed in the forest, with the clamor of pushing away the bushes.

Among the oblique branches and grass leaves, the blue-haired young man Garcia broke through the obstacles, gently leveraged the force on the ground and ran away again.

The ice-blue frost continued to spread with his footsteps, rather than running, gliding on the ice.

Every time he leverages his strength, he can slide out very far along the smooth ice surface. He will only choose to change directions in the middle when he has no choice but to avoid some obstacles that he has to avoid.

He held a sharp ice sword in his hands, slicing the vines blocking the road at various incredible angles.

However, Garcia's face was full of solemnity, and there was no trace of joy or ease.

He was on the run, to be precise, escaping from the killer sent by the Sogtos family.

In order to investigate, Ron just sent the killer sent by the Sogtos family to assassinate Aaron and Alice, but he had no time to pay attention to the killer who was chasing Garcia.

Of course, given the Sogtos family ten courages, they dare not send anyone to assassinate Sartre and Sorsander.

In order to minimize the insiders, the Sogtos family spent a lot of money to offer a sky-high price on the black market, offering a reward of Garcia's head.

During the violent running, the wound on Garcia's back collapsed again, but the next second, the cracked wound was covered with ice. The cold instantly freezes the wound to purple-black and freezes the blood that is about to flow out.

Garcia's face was expressionless, as if she couldn't feel the pain on her back, but the ice blue in her eyes became more and more intense, and her body became vaguely bigger.

Although he can drive the ice, it does not mean that he can be immune to the cold.

In fact, he has lived in the North since childhood, but he is particularly afraid of the cold, or rather, he also hates the cold.

But he still couldn't escape far. In a few breaths, a figure flashed in front of him, and then a cold light came to his face.

Garcia's sense of fighting like a beast saved his life. He almost subconsciously lowered his head, and a piece of ice suddenly appeared under his feet. He stepped on the ice as if his shoes had eyes, and bounced away with the force, avoiding the subsequent attacks.

"Do you want to run?" The killer in an emerald green cloak stood there and sneered. He held a vine spear with a cold light in his hand, allowing Garcia to retreat.

He had to admit that the goal this time was a bit tricky.

I'm afraid the first few killers who took over the mission would never have imagined that this thin-looking northern barbarian was so powerful. He had only condensed a talisman inscription, but in his hands, ice was almost everywhere.

Whether it is the constantly deformed ice weapon in his hand, the ice thorns that suddenly grow under his feet, the transparent ice ridges that fall silently above his head, or even the smooth frozen ground may become his weapons.

As far as he knows, no less than three killers have died at the hands of this blue-haired boy.

However, everything will be over.

Most of the first few colleagues who died unfortunately had consumed his engraved spells, and the continuous battles also made the target unable to rest. Whether it was the wounds left on his body or the physical and mental power that were about to be exhausted, they were fatal factors for him.

What other big moves can a scepter mage do?

What's more, there are no less than ten wounds of all sizes on his body!

If it weren't for his origins in the North, his constitution would be stronger, and he dared to self-harm and freeze his wounds, he would probably be enough to keep him from healing.

Thinking of this, the killer licked his lips silently, and a light lit up silently on the vine spear. His face gradually dried up, and there was a bit of texture of the bark.

He is a silver-level scepter sorcerer, and he finally found this prey some time ago.

This jungle is his home court!

The next moment, the vines that were originally hanging in the air seemed to be awakened from a dream, twisting like snakes, staring silently at Garcia from the sky.

The inconspicuous weeds on the ground expanded several times in an instant, breaking the thin ice surface and wrapping it around Garcia's calves.

Even the branches swell and grow in the crunch, squeezing Garcia's dodging space.

Although this killer is not enough to mobilize the will of the entire forest, this small piece of plant alone is difficult enough.

This is also the reason and confidence that he dared to take on this hunting mission.

The ice-blue cold wave spreads towards the surroundings with Garcia as the center, and the rolling blue wave plates everything it touches with a layer of crystal clear ice crystals.

The ice blue in Garcia's eyes became increasingly thicker, and he stomped the grass leaves that were already crispy and frozen, and he crushed them casually. A crisp sound came from the soles of his feet.

However, after all, he is in the south now, not in the extreme north forest. The chill can only freeze the plants for a moment. After a few breaths, the sound of ice cracks continued to come.

Under the urging of the killer, the plants regained their vitality and rushed towards Garcia again.

"Do you think your ice element can save you?" the killer couldn't help but mock him.

In order to chase the boy, he had been chasing him for three consecutive days, and he had already been filled with anger.

Seeing that he was trapped by his own plant cage, the killer finally couldn't help laughing. He wanted to see the despair and fear on the prey's face and let out a good breath of anger for the past few days.

But he did not see any negative emotions on Garcia's face, but only indifference and silence.

"I have hated ice more than once and hated ice crystals because it will make me lose my mind." Garcia said calmly, "In the extreme north, only those who are desperate will choose to hand over their minds."

Under the shade of the branches, the killer vaguely found that Garcia's body had swelled a little, and even his voice became muffled.

The cold wave rolled back, and the ice crystals spread freely on him, gradually turning into a rough ice armor, rough and solid, with a very practical style of the northern region.

With the sound of gasping like a bellows, the ice sword in Garcia's hand gradually expanded and eventually turned into two hideous one-handed hammers.

As he gasped, a faint white mist poured out from his mouth and nose, but it was frozen into ice crystals and fell to the ground, rustling.

His eyes had completely turned into ice blue, and blue veins crisscrossed across his muscles like tree roots. Compared to his body, which was swelling like a steamed bun, his head seemed a little disproportionate at this moment.

However, the killer had no idea of ​​laughing, and his face turned pale. I don’t know if it was frozen or scared.

The information he received only said that the man was from the North, but he did not say that he was a berserker!

Are you getting a mistake?

A good sword-type warrior was not good, and he didn't polish his body seriously, but he even became a scepter-type mage?
Chapter completed!