The birds that have been hovering in the air, looking for corrosive feeding, with unwilling calls, vigorously instigated their wings and flew into the distance, not because they did not want to continue the carnival of food and enjoy a warm meal in this cold winter, but the uninvited guests who appeared here made them feel the danger and urged them to leave the place.

On the ground, it was a messy battlefield, the white snow turned into clear water under the action of the raging fire flowed into the ground, and with the blowing of the north wind, the muddy ground quickly turned into hard frozen soil, even if it was a warrior with a sharp weapon, it was not easy to leave traces on it, let alone leave footprints.

Everywhere there were frozen corpses, with burnt marks on them, some of them bearing the marks of birds after eating, and the flowery green color that flowed out of the belly was also the silvery white color of the north wind...... In addition to the scorched marks on the frozen ground, there were scattered red and yellow particles that had been frozen into small grains, the product of blood and oil, which glittered in the sunlight and looked like gems.

It's a step too late

Walking on this messy land, such thoughts flashed through Death's mind

Death, the last of the four knights under Attila, is as its name suggests, and everywhere it is said that it will cause waves of death, more disgusting and terrifying than the calamity that Alice brings...... Calamity is just misfortune, not 100% death, but also leaves people alive and hope to save everything and find everything.

Unlike wars, plagues, famines, and the like, where even a simple mere name can guess a little about their abilities, the ability to die is still a mystery, and it is said that with the exception of the other three knights and Attila, all who have seen him fight have died, both enemies and his own.

However, according to the words revealed by the other knights before, the ability to die is more suitable for use in solo combat, and is more suitable for tactical application, unlike the other three knights, who have the theoretical ability to change the entire battlefield situation and annihilate an army by themselves.

There was no need to make a lot of effort to investigate, there was no trace of dragon activity, there was no residual smell of sulfur in the air, and with those fragmented corpses, the identity of the attackers was reduced to that of a mammoth and a white bear, and with those two beasts that could neither fly but were so large in size, it would not take long to catch up with them at the current speed of death, well, as long as the direction of the advance was not wrong.

I don't know what breed of horses of different colors these four knights are riding, and they can still walk on the snow without a trace on such a snow-covered land, and they also ignore the blowing of the cold north wind, and quickly rush in the direction of the attacker's departure, the smell of blood and the strong negative energy breath left in the air, like the full moon in the sky in the dark night, showing him the way forward.

The forest, the river also passed through a cave

It can be seen that this attacker is very familiar with the surrounding environment, and there are no footprints and traces along the way, not only that death has also found traces of magic interference, some tracking type magic has no effect on him, if it is not for his smell has been remembered by the horse under the body of death, then it is still very difficult to find the traces of the other party in such a vast ice world.

After walking out of the cave, it is a cliff, looking down except for the vast white, you can't see anything else, but the strange thing is that there is a cold north wind blowing outside, standing in the cave but not feeling the chill outside, as if there are two worlds at a distance of a few meters, people can't help but be amazed.

"Enchantment?"

Death was dressed in armor glowing green, and when he got off his horse, his iron boots creaking on the snow, the sound did not travel far before he was covered by the sound of the whirring cold wind, and there was no need to worry about being heard by the enemy.

"It looks like you've caught a big fish. ”

Carefully observing this enchantment with his face attached, with the experience in his mind, Death recognized several kinds of magic that made up this enchantment, no matter which one of them was only able to be cast by the powerful who had reached the legend, and the materials consumed could bankrupt a small tribe.

The people in the barrier didn't know that death was coming, and the crisis was approaching, and they were gathering around an old man with a white bear headdress on his head, although he was an old man, but only because his hair and beard had turned gray, and the bulging muscles and wrinkled face made him look very young.

"Elder, how was the harvest this time?"

"Elder, how many traitors have been killed this time, and how many of those traitors who have turned their backs on the gods are still alive?"

"Elder, are there no way for those Attila guys to attack the Empire?"

Among the crowd surrounding the old man, there are many middle-aged people who are older, but at this moment, they are also like fans who have seen an idol, feverishly surrounding the old man, asking all kinds of questions, so it can be seen that this old man has a very high popularity among these people.

The old man had a kind smile on his face, and answered the questions raised by the surrounding crowd very patiently and whispered, he was one of the elders of the Snow Mountain Druids, and one of the five most powerful Druids, although he was only an ordinary human born, but he had lived for more than a hundred years, with insight and experience beyond ordinary people, according to normal circumstances, he should not and would not make such a low-level mistake, and actually did not dispose of the smell on his body when attacking, and let the enemy follow his scent to find their camp。

It is estimated that the elder also thinks that the most important thing for Attila now is to launch an attack on the Empire, rather than dealing with these little bugs that are active in the back.

They were still reveling, their hands moving swiftly sorting out the spoils that the old man had brought back, and barrels of mare's milk wine, dried meat, and cheese were sorted and packed into cellars full of snow and ice.

As had always been the case, they didn't plan to stay in this camp for long, so they left here and went to the next hiding place to cut off the supply lines of the Atila army.

On the one hand, it is to reduce the exposure to being found by the Attila army, and on the other hand, it is also because after a long period of activity, the Attila army will avoid this place, so that they cannot find suitable prey.

Hide the loot that is difficult to take away in a cellar full of ice and snow, and according to the weather of the northern continent, there will be no problem in storing it for a few years, well, maybe there will be a slight difference in taste, but for those who live on this continent, it is not an unbearable problem.

They didn't notice that the color of the sky had become a little ominous gray, the air between their mouths and noses had begun to become cloudy, their breathing had become rapid, their faces had begun to turn white, their hands and feet had become cold, and the whole person felt as if he was sick.

The old man's face changed suddenly when he was talking about the attack this time, and he stood up with a snort, his rich experience and experience made him feel the abnormality in the enchantment for the first time, and the rich negative energy should not appear in this place.

"There are enemies, get ready. ”

He commanded loudly, his sharp eyes looking around, and his steps were a considerable distance away from those around him, preventing the enemy from appearing around him to surprise him.

For a druid, one of the spellcasters, the first thing to do when encountering an enemy is to distance themselves from them, especially if they have not yet transformed.

Needless struggle

Standing outside the barrier, looking at the druids inside who were frantically holding weapons and preparing magic to look around, Death sneered with a mocking smile.

He stretched out a hand, put his five fingers together and gently slashed across the surface of the barrier, only to hear a strange thought, the layer of enchantment that could cope with the ordinary legendary world has disappeared, and at the same time, there is also a cold wind, a cold temperature, and the white cliffs and valleys that cannot be seen clearly.

What appeared in front of death was a very wide cave, the bonfire in the middle was burning, the treated bonfire exuded the temperature of the entire cave like spring, and it would not emit those suffocating black smoke and poisonous gases, in addition to the passage where death came, there were more than a dozen passages in the cave, I don't know where it leads.

"Who are you?"

Tightening the weapons in their hands, most of them staffs made of wood, the druids looked at the uninvited guest in front of them, their hands empty, followed by a green and cyan horse.

In such an enclosed environment, the campfire provided very limited vision, but the worst person present was a druid who could perform magic, so the darkness could not stop their view.

Seeing that there was only one person coming, and it looked like it was just an ordinary knight, many people quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't be careless, it's not a simple guy to be able to break through the barrier we set up with a single blow. ”

The old man put away the kind smile he had been wearing on his face, and reminded his companions in a cold voice.

"Who am I? You don't seem to recognize me, and as the Famine had assumed, you are not from the Baltic Empire. ”

It's hard to imagine what kind of face is behind the mask just by the voice, but the only thing that can be confirmed is that there is no panic in the voice.

In the face of a group of druids, there are only two possibilities to be able to be so confident, either this knight does not understand the environment he is in, or he has the confidence to solve them alone...... And judging from what just happened, there is no doubt that the latter is more likely.

What are you kidding, the other party is just one person, and the number of people on his side is dozens of times that of the other party, and each of them is a formal spellcaster, even the weakest one has the ability to fight the dragon for a round (a certain spellcaster who was killed by Miss Red Dragon's fireball in seconds, according to the calculation of the turn system, is indeed a round), not to mention that there is a legendary powerhouse among them, an elder who can transform into a powerful white bear, that is one of the strongest five people in the Snow Mountain Druid at the top.

"Don't act rashly, the other party should be one of the four horsemen under Atira. ”

Of course, the four knights under Atila's command, the druids of the Snow Mountains have heard rumors about them, and each of them has a powerful power beyond ordinary legends, even the Beowulf who dominates Scandinavia can only achieve the same fate as one of them (wrong).

"Ready for the last word?"

There is so much nonsense, and death has a little boredom, it is better to deal with these guys quickly, after all, from the Rus's steppe to Finland, this long supply line does not know how many enemies are sabotaging, and Attila's army is still waiting for food and supplies in Finland, and there is not much time to waste on him.

"Do it!"

The elder in the white bear's robe roared angrily, and then a huge white bear three meters tall appeared where he stood, and around him were white bears, snow leopards, winter wolves, Snow monsters and other fierce beasts, among which the number of white bears is the largest, accounting for half of all druids, even Beowulf can only choose the same fate to kill the role, but it is not an enemy that can be defeated by a druid who has been pampered for many years and has little combat experience, so he used all his strength from the beginning and pinned his hopes on one blow,

"Ahh ”

As for coffins, the north, including Scandinavia, is still in a very ignorant and primitive stage of civilization, and there is no such thing as a coffin for collecting corpses.

After speaking, he didn't see the name of death take out any weapons, so he rushed forward with his bare hands...... Whoever would have sighed, what a tragic, honorable, and brave thing it was for a knight with his bare hands to charge at a group of mighty beasts.

"I'm here, sowing death. ”

The gray aura spread out from the body of death, and soon filled the entire cave, and all kinds of sorrows and screams could be faintly heard in the ears, which were the sounds of death, and that was the music to welcome death.

"The death knell rings in your ears, do you hear it? ”

This is the home of the druids? No, this is the home of death at this moment.

"I didn't hear it, but I heard the cheers of our Scandinavians!"

Without kindness or smile, the old man, who was in the top five in the snow-capped mountain druids, roared and waved a bear paw bigger than an adult's head, and slapped it hard.