After the inspection, the carriage drove all the way into the depths of the camp and stopped in front of the tent
Chen Senran walked into Zhongjun’s tent with little Anne and calcas.
They were receive by that man who delivered the let to Chen Senran.
"Galen is not here?" Chen Senran frowned again. It’s not good news that the boss is not in the camp at midnight.
"There is a very important thing that the general has gone himself." The messenger man is as tough as ever, and the words are simple.
"What is it?" Chen Senran wrapped the thick blanket tightly, and the cold wind blowing just now made the little girl seem to have signs of waking up.
The "military" cold and tough man paused and said "I’m sorry to tell you", but the indifferent answer was full of disappointing taste.
"Please go to rest first. I’ll let you know when the general comes back," he finally said.
Chen Senran nodded and walked out. He also knew that this guy obeyed Galen and catch-up. Even if he killed him, he wouldn’t get any news.
"What a strange smell" never said a word. calcas suddenly left his sight when he followed Chen Senran out of the tent. He looked up at the distance and looked at the darkness covered by heavy snow.
Just before Chen Senran could react, a feeling of spiritual pulling came from that direction and stung every nerve of him. The pain made him stumble and almost fall, as if something had torn him at that moment and his spirit was revived.
"Little dense … it’s so cold …" My girl was finally woken up. She muttered something, talking and drilling hard into Chen Senran’s arms.
"Well, it’s so cold." Chen Senran said with some absences, but my little girl’s eyes were staring at the distance.
There are things that have been pulling themselves.
What exactly is it?
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Galen quietly crouched in the snow, waiting for the unknown enemy in the dark snow. He breathed gently, his eyes were calm, and his hands were not loose or tight with the hilt.
This is the best state of war. He believes that he can definitely cut the ugly guy’s head with seven hands and feet with one sword because he smells the blood that has not dispersed in the cold air.
Galen is a nostalgic person, which is similar to that he used to be a ranger. He always likes to drink old wine and stroke his old sword. In an old pub, he misses some old friends he hasn’t seen for years, and he thinks so much of them. Heroes who follow him from their hometown will feel sad in this damn snowy night because it is equivalent to losing many old friends.
So he refused to let Ash ambush in the distance and let some of his old friends be bait. He must lie down here and wait for revenge.
This is a naive idea to a man who has become a general, but it must be done.
Galen took a deep breath and let the smell of blood fill his chest. He felt a little excited. It was like the first time he died in the hands of a group of gangsters more than ten years ago. When a friend took revenge, he kicked the door and a man shouted at everyone with a sword that you would all die.
You will die, too, Galen, silently watching the dark night.
When the snow was getting heavier and heavier, he pinched the hilt of the sword and thought …
Ash must be aiming an arrow at his head now.
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Once upon a time, there was a man who could write a novel. He hoped that others would like the one who could write a novel. I was inexplicably sad to see this sentence tonight.
Write tired good night
Page one hundred and twenty Dark War
The snow has covered the shoulders and almost buried Galen’s whole body in this snow, but nothing happened.
It’s already quiet around, and you can hear the raging wind whistling. Without murderous look and claws, you may be in a mess. Ugly face.
Looks like a jump.
However, Galen was not discouraged at all. He still breathed smoothly and held the sword hand without any slack. He knew that this was a hunting game. Whoever exposed his bait first would be called a real man to kill his prey.
The sky and the moon are extremely dim, and the snow around them is blown all over the sky by wild storms, which completely covers most of the field of vision. This situation makes Galen frown, but he is not too worried about this, because in addition to himself, he has brought his best brothers, who are right behind him.
For those brothers on his back, he fully believes that after all, they are all following their ten-year-old brothers. Whether they are brave or experienced, they are the most critical situation in the top memory of the entire Demassia stormtroopers. They were surrounded by thousands of people from the Noxas assassination team in a small valley. Even if the situation and terrain were so bad, they didn’t let themselves down. They just followed themselves and rushed out of that narrow valley.
Now it’s just a vision, and the other person is just a monster. Galen suddenly feels like he’s making a mountain out of a molehill, probably because he hasn’t slept well recently and is a little neurotic. Thinking like this, he relaxed his muscles slightly.
It was at this moment that the man’s head, with strong eyes, crouched beside Galen, suddenly rose from his neck and flew high to the dim moon covered by snowflakes.
That’s fast. Galen just blinked and hasn’t come yet. The soaring blood is quickly condensed into pieces of dry cold-blooded flowers dancing in the air after encountering the air.
A piece of blood fell on Galen’s dull face, which was rapidly bloodshot and melted into boiling blood. The water flowed into his mouth, and he smacked and smacked a little salty.
Goofy’s head fell sharply and fell into the snow with a dull impact.
It was not until this moment that Galen realized that someone had died. He glanced at the head and the man’s dead eyes were still so determined. Galen remembered that this guy had inserted six arrows when he came out of that bloody valley, and one of them had bruised his heart. Everyone would die, but that’s how he came to life with such determination.
And now, in this godforsaken place, he’s dead when he should have been relaxed and freehand.
It’s not worth coming to die. You can go home next year.
Galen roared, clenched his sword and got up in the snow, but he didn’t even see each other’s skirts.
Ash didn’t shoot her long arrow either, which means that the opponent’s speed is almost over, which means that the enemy is stronger than Galen’s overestimation.
That kind of killing finally made Galen put away the last bit of relaxation, and he regretted that he had not brought more people.
"Close defense" Galen growled with a sword, but kept scanning every corner around him, facing this guy who is extremely fast. Now he can resist in this way so that Ash can determine his position before he can kill him.
But this way is not enough to ensure that the other party can sneak attack at high speed at any time and kill his old brothers one by one.
He can expect Ash to restrain the opponent with her magical ice arrow when the opponent makes a shot.
The only good news now is that the other side didn’t attack at the same time, which gave Galen a signal that the other side’s tactics just now might be extremely exhausting.
When everyone formed a circle around Galen, the moon was finally covered.
Darkness enveloped every corner of the world.
The wind and snow blew so violently that people’s eardrums ached, and they could hardly hear the surrounding sounds.
Loss of vision and hearing is almost the worst war environment, and Galen is facing an enemy who can maximize the benefits of this environment at the moment.
"Damn it," Galen scolded and closed his eyes. In this darkness, it is often more direct and effective than hearing and vision. His hand slowly circulates in his fear of the big sword and maintains the best strength to make the most ruthless cold blow.
It’s a pity that … He heard it first, and it was still as bloody as the wind.
"PSST-"There is a head flying high and landing heavily.
The dull impact struck Galen hard in the heart.
Another killing, this time he mobilized all his feelings, but he still didn’t feel anything except the murderous look exposed at the moment of killing.
It’s like … the other person can instantly disappear all the breath.
Galen’s palms are slightly sweaty and his throat is a little dry. This enemy is more terrible than ever. Now the other side is actually playing with them like a cat and mouse.
Anger is useless, and now he has the silence to wait for the only chance to wash away the hatred and shame with a big sword in his hand.
"psst-"another one.
Listen, the head hit the ground hard, and Galen held the hilt tightly.
The darkness continues.
"Psst-psst-psst-psst-"One after another, Galen fell around his body, but there was nothing he could do. Every time he slashed his sword to that murderous exposed place, it fell.
There are more and more dead people, and the encirclement is getting smaller and smaller until the whole field is left with Galen, and no one is afraid or trembling. They are afraid of death.