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To the north of East Sackland, the mountain range is broken, and the glacier wasteland.

In the south, where the summer is coming step by step, the bitter cold wind and snow still rule the entire northern world; the snow flying through the sky, a group of black crows flew across the dome.

The place where they passed was where the sickle of death passed.

Only the most timid recruits will think that when Midsummer is approaching, there will be no monsters and mutant monsters in the Boundary Mountain ... On the contrary, the icefield werewolf will not stop the killing and looting because of the melting of the snow. Will not be afraid of the sun above his head.

The Legion Rangers wandering in the wilderness are still trembling. Not only should they watch out for the migration of hordes of icefield werewolves, but also be careful of certain monsters who are afraid of the cold during this season. They suddenly dig out of the snow and tear them into pieces.

In order to reduce the number of casualties of the Legion Rangers, Connold de Salion hires a group of mercenaries and bounty hunters from East Sakland each year when the summer is approaching, and lures them with high rewards and rewards. The most dangerous pathfinding and patrol work.

The real purpose of this is not to patrol, but to maintain stability in their own territory.

With weapons, lone mercenaries and wandering knights are very serious hidden dangers in Connold's eyes, and it is difficult to effectively manage; but if these people are gathered together, it is much more convenient to manage according to military regulations.

Of course, you can never believe the loyalty of a mercenary ... Too strict military rules make mercenaries become deserters are very common things; and Connord also has a legitimate reason to "capture deserters" to drive these people Out of your own territory.

"clang--!"

The halberd's edge shattered the rocks in the snow, and the splashing snow was stained red by the werewolf's blood, and he danced in the mid-air.

While the snowflakes were splashing, the werewolf who evaded beyond five steps with a thunderous thunder was still howling with the injured left leg.

"It's really fast ..."

Gently spitting out white mist, the gasping man sarcastically sneered, but anyone could hear the unwillingness in his words.

The black linen cloak draped over him, the halberd in his hand, the knight's sword hanging from his waist ... that's everything for this man; the thin layer of chain armor is not as good as ordinary legionnaires. In front of it is the same as paper.

But for him, this is enough-rather than giving life and death to the less reliable armor, he would rather believe his brain and the sharp edge in his hand.

It took only a moment for the werewolf to tear himself, and it took only a moment for himself to tear this beast ... fairly.

The ferocious icefield werewolf kept yelling at him. The injury to his left leg made the monster more violent and bloodthirsty, and even a pair of beast pupils turned blood red.

More and more manic, violent hissing sounds, as if trying to suppress the murderous intention of immediately rushing up to tear him to pieces.

Obviously a monster, but also standing upright like a person; a burly figure that is half a body taller and arms that are thicker than human thighs exude an endless sense of oppression.

The mean man lifted the corner of his mouth in disdain, and his footsteps moved slowly in the snow; the halberd, which was constantly changing directions between his hands, looked shabby but still sharp.

"... the first beast."

As soon as his voice fell, there were no signs of werewolves in front of him.

"boom--!"

The sound of the air being torn apart almost pierced the eardrum, and the snow like a silver mirror burst suddenly!

Without much thought, the man immediately clenched his halberd and thrust forward.

"clang--!"

Blade-like claws hit the tip of the halberd, exploding a spark.

The tyrannical roar came out, and the werewolf with his arms violently flicked away the man!

The man who hung in the air for five steps before landing on the ground forced his feet and dragged on the snow for five meters before stopping. The huge shadow had struck again before he had stabilized his figure.

"Animals ... is animals."

The man still sarcastically sneered. While stepping forward with his left foot, he sinked the halberd blade of the war halberd in his right hand, and lowered his body bit by bit.

The roaring monster struck, the raised claws ripped through the air, and rolled up the roaring gale.

"You will never learn!"

Before the arrow stepped down, the man who lowered his body released his right hand, and the extended halberd was as fast as the wind, raising a residual image.

Sweep your back-!

"puff--!"

Blood was sprayed, and even a broken black cloak fell on the snow.

The motionless man's hands clenched the halberd tightly, and the werewolf's paw stopped at less than ten centimeters outside his neck.

Every ten centimeters, it became an insurmountable sky ... The halberd turned into a thorn, and the entire halberd tip was completely submerged into the monster's chest. Only the halberd blade was stuck outside, and it was blocked.

The desperate werewolf wailed, but the halberd sword had burst its heart.

Suddenly the war halberd was pulled out, and the man stepped forward again, sweeping the war halberd in his hand.

"Boom--!"

With a muffled sound, as the shadow of the halberd blade swept through, the werewolf's head fell into the snow, and the headless corpse spewing plasma also twitched and collapsed to the ground.

It's dangerous, almost dead ...

Gasping for gasps, the man looked at the bones of the werewolf on the ground, and just spit at the dead body after a tense and disdainful "Bah" sound.

With a cold snort, the man just breathed a sigh of relief, and the low hiss and footsteps came from behind!

Clenching the halberd, he turned around alertly, his eyes widened instantly.

The three-headed ice werewolf is coming from behind him. There are more shadows in the snow and snow not far away, and the stumbling approached slowly in the snow.

No, I was surrounded ...

The werewolf screamed just now, probably to summon companions and tell them where they are; and they were so stupid that they cut off the werewolf ’s head and spread the **** smell everywhere, fearing that they could not be found!

Stupid, really stupid ...

The man who clenched his teeth frowned, and the halberd in his hand was trembling slightly ... just experienced a fight, and his physical strength fell sharply; if one or two ends still think of a way, three heads and four heads can also consider running.

But a whole group ... In this wilderness, it is basically dead!

Licking the cracked lips, the man clenched the halberd in his hand tightly, constantly moving back and forth in the same place, circling left and right, and the blood-stained halberd blade constantly changed its direction, threatening the monster who wanted to approach.

The werewolves didn't seem to rush up to tear him to pieces, slowly closing the man's escape route, but leaving the only exit to the east, as if to lure him to run over there.

Yes ... it's like catching a rabbit.

With a helpless sip, the man's expression was extremely ugly.

At this moment, a screaming cry came suddenly!

The siege werewolves panicked and suddenly turned around, roaring angrily in the direction of the scream.

Someone?

The man holding the halberd was stunned and forgot to respond for a while; he just looked around and searched for the attacker.

who is it? The glacier wasteland north of the Boundary Mountain, except for the legionary soldiers in the fortress, is the bounty hunter who licks the blood and sells his life for money ...

No matter who it is, now is the best time to escape.

At the moment when the man was about to turn around to escape, a werewolf suddenly roared and rushed out of the snow; in a flash, he had raided behind him!

That's too late!

Feeling the fierce murderous intention behind him, the man who could not turn around to parry did not hesitate to let go of the war halberd in his hand, and held the sword handle of his sword in his right hand.

When the ice and snow roared, Jianmang flashed!

"puff--!"

The blood plasma of the monster squirted on his face ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The man who turned back glared at the shocked eyes, staring at the figure suddenly blocked in front of him.

He only saw the cold face of the other party, as well as bruises from head to toe, and the only left arm thrust the long sword into the body of the werewolf!

The sharp blade was pulled out, and the werewolf fell down without even howling. A pair of beast pupils faced the man's shocked eyes.

The "one-armed knight" silently swept away the blood of the sword. The mottled long sword was almost covered with gaps, just like him.

Damaged so that it hasn't collapsed ... this sword is definitely a good thing!

The man raised his head and unconsciously confronted his own "life-saving benefactor" eyes, and the greed in his eyes instantly became panic.

"What are you still doing?" The one-armed knight glanced at him with a blank expression and a heavy voice:

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