The night was quiet tonight, with dark clouds obscuring the waning moon and the stars, not casting a single light, and the earth looked even darker, and perhaps a rainstorm was about to fall.

That's a good thing for this sweltering summer.

Udir has been a little tired tonight, or rather, everyone in the camp has been tired lately.

But there's nothing they can do about the guy who attacked them at night.

For four days, no one had seen the arsonist, let alone raised the alarm or even caught him, regardless of whether it was overt or covert.

I don't know how my own thief group could provoke such an ancestor.

But he didn't complain, he just sat on the tree, rubbed his eyes, and tried to sober himself up.

He was a child from an orphanage who escaped from the orphanage for some reason, and in order to survive, he learned to steal at a very young age, which allowed him to develop good eyesight and agility.

But it doesn't stop there.

He thought that his life would be like this, spending his life as an ordinary thief and pickpocket, but at the most depressed time, he met Smirno.

He didn't steal Smino's wallet - although he was uneducated, he was not stupid, and a high-ranking figure like the Demon Protector must be a character he couldn't afford to provoke, but, unexpectedly, Smirin actually took the initiative to stop him and asked him if he would like to do something big with him.

He promised the boss - Udir often thought that this was the wisest choice he had made so far in his life - and then the boss helped him become a demon resister, although he is now just an ordinary pioneer demon resistant, and it is really not worth mentioning in this team in terms of strength alone, but because his awakened demon soul is the moon, and he even has better eyesight at night than during the day, so the boss promoted himself to be a dark sentinel and was responsible for guarding the security of the camp.

Not only does he not have to participate in the robbery, but he can even take more "goods" than many of his companions.

That's when I crawled out of that mud pit and came to this home.

Well, this home is indeed a little shabby, and it is not clean and tidy, but it gives itself a warmth that has not been there.

For yourself, that's enough.

So you must protect this home.

Although the difficulty is constantly invading my brain, I still have to stay awake.

Be sure to spot that bastard who set the fire!

Udil rubbed his sour eyes, silently making up his mind in his heart.

Although July is the height of summer, it is also very cold at midnight, especially in the mountains, and the midnight wind blows, and Udir can't help but shiver.

At this time, he began to envy his brothers as a sentinel - although it was a little more dangerous to be a sentinel, he could at least bake a bonfire and drink hot soup and wine to warm up.

However, although our work is harder, but we also get more money, not to mention, they are bright targets, but we are hiding in the shadows, and they are much safer in comparison, aren't they?

Udir took a sip of cold wine and comforted himself with some depression.

An evening breeze blew, and Udir shivered again, and for some reason, he instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and when he looked closely, there was nothing.

He sat down in a different position on the tree, reaching out to scratch his chin, but he came across something hard attached to his neck.

The thing was smooth and cold.

Much like ice.

However, in the middle of summer, how can there be ice condensation?

Udir opened his mouth to shout, to shout a warning, but a small fireball was shot directly into his mouth, exploding with a bang, and at the same time, the ice covered his limbs and held him firmly in place.

Udir died like this, unable to see the murderer's appearance or when the man attacked, and the wine bag in his hand fell from the tree and scattered all over the ground.

Zhao Qianyu looked at the corpse on the tree, a little regretful, of course, he knew very well that there would only be some more regrettable things that would happen next.

He shook his head and walked forward with the woman beside him.

The sentinels obviously did not have the consciousness and vigilance of Udil, and at this time the bonfire where several people were sitting was in full swing, and the pot was set up on it, and some of them could even smell the rich aroma of wine and meat.

Zhao Qianyu looked at the guys who were drinking and having fun around the bonfire, and suddenly felt a little sorry for the young man who had just been killed by himself and Zhang Xinyuan.

It turns out that you are the only one who works hard and works hard.

But fortunately, such a group of sentinels are really low in vigilance.

The men didn't know what they were talking about, when suddenly one of them burst into laughter, and the others began to laugh too.

Zhao Qianyu looked at Zhang Xinyuan, the visibility was too low on such a gray night, he couldn't see Zhang Xinyuan's face clearly, but he could feel that an extremely cold terrifying aura was slowly emanating from her body, gradually spreading into a rather terrifying coercion, and even a very thin layer of frost began to condense on the blades of grass around her.

The instincts and experiences with Zhang Xinyuan before told him that something bad would happen.

Because Zhang Xinyuan at this time...... Very angry......

Unlike Zhao Qianyu, who was not very good at hearing, Zhang Xinyuan could clearly hear that the sentries were laughing because of those obscene words about women, especially those profane words related to herself, which made her extremely angry.

There is no omnipotent person in this world, just as there is no one in this world who is born to know.

But she is one of the few exceptions in the world.

The Demon Protector is divided into three systems based on the specialties cultivated, the Strength Department Demon Protector opens the monument and rubble, moves mountains and reclamation with infinite power, the Agility Demon Protector moves like electricity, the body shape is like thunder, and the Intelligence Department Demon Protector can completely destroy the world if he completes the chanting.

And in the world, there are always some people who may have gone beyond the scope of human beings and have all the laws.

In other words, they are all-powerful demon resistors.

The guy who was the first to laugh after telling the joke suddenly noticed that something fell into the pot in front of him with a thud, rolling in the boiling soup, exuding a strong smell of meat. He stretched out his chopsticks and swung through the soup, and found that it was a very tender piece of meat.

"Why don't you cut such a big piece of pork mouth strip before putting it in the pot?

He wanted to complain about his companion, but found that he was just opening his mouth and not making a sound at all.

Then he noticed that something seemed to be missing from his mouth, but his throat was clogged.

He took out his chopsticks and stirred them a few times, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and he wanted to lick his lips, only to realize that he had no way to do it.

It turned out that his tongue was broken.

It turned out to be his tongue tumbling in the pot.

The others didn't seem to realize what was happening, and the guy sitting across from them was even gulping down with his head held high.

The poor man, who didn't seem to deserve pity, turned pale and didn't think about why there was no blood coming out of him, but in an instant he threw away the chopsticks he was holding in his hand and wanted to reach out to hold the scimitar beside him.

At this time, a straight line of blood appeared on his wrist.

That line was a little cold, cold to the bone.

His outstretched right hand snapped at the wrist and fell to the ground, rolling twice.

Unable to hold the knife, he immediately bounced off the ground, trying to open his mouth to shout to warn his companions.

Then, a straight line of blood suddenly appeared on his neck.

He almost subconsciously touched his neck, turned his head slightly, and then, his head slowly fell, and fell into the boiling hot pot soup, splashing a pot full of soup, which was sprinkled with chili pepper and shallots, and the hot soup flowed everywhere, like a small red snake crawling in a winding way.

His already upright body instantly knelt down again, as if atoning for his sins.

If you look closely, you can see a layer of frost attached to the various fractures on his body.

The chopsticks in the hands of his companions crackled to the ground, and the hot soup fell on him without any reaction at all.

Because everything in front of them was completely beyond their imagination, and they had fallen into stupidity at this time.

But after all, there were many lives under them, and there was no telling how much blood was stained on their hands, and two or three people who reacted quickly were ready to reach for their weapons, and then, the moment before they touched their weapons, their hands also fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.

Against the backdrop of the firelight, you can see some crystalline shimmering light.

That's a myriad of threads.

Countless ice lines.

They wanted to scream, to shout a warning, but just as they opened their mouths and were about to make a sound, countless ice cubes pierced their mouths, or blazing flames burst in their mouths.

Suddenly, there was silence.

The girl slowly walked out from among the bushes on the side, and looked at the six people who had fallen by the campfire, the headless corpse kneeling on the ground, the copper pot that had been overturned, the soup that had already flowed all over the ground, the hot pot soup that was scattered all over the ground, the small pile of meat that had not yet been cooked, and the pile of slightly fat fresh meat placed around the corpse.

and a half-cooked human head.

It doesn't smell good.

The girl frowned slightly.

I don't know if it's because of the disgusting scene next to me or because of the man standing in front of me with a smile.

The man in front of him was quite tall, his muscles were extremely exaggerated, as if a punch could crack a mountain, he only had one eye, his hands were on a giant sword, his clothes were extremely simple and old, but unexpectedly clean, not like the greasy and sloppy of ordinary robbers, and his face was also very neat, there was no imaginary pockmark, nor a beard as the storyteller said, and even so smooth that he could not see the stubble, as if he was taking care of it every day.

Smirno looked at Zhang Xinyuan with a smile on his face, and slowly pulled the giant sword out of the ground.

It's like the earth, the scabbard of this great sword.

"I didn't expect that there were still guests visiting at such a late hour, why don't you come in and sit down for a while, and let me entertain you?"