Charlie approached the campfire, trying to warm himself up. A hare is skewered with a barbecue fork made of pine branches, blood and oil dripping, and a small iron pot next to it simmers steaming green bean soup, surrounded by an enticing aroma.

It's time for a shift change, but Charlie's companion hasn't returned, which is a bit unusual.

Charlie tore off a rabbit leg, took a bite, and the aroma overflowed from the bright red rabbit meat, which disappeared between his teeth, and he ate the green bean soup. There have been a lot of strange things lately, the old king has just announced Prince Matt as the heir to the throne, and the prince has mysteriously disappeared, and all over the country is in order to find him, and even the border is not at peace, and the night patrol has been changed from once every three hours to once an hour, but in the land of ice marshes, a boy the size of the prince is everywhere like icicles under the eaves, and it is as difficult to find him as it is to find him in an ice cave on a moonless night.

It's been ten minutes.

Charlie threw away the bones in his hand, poured the soup into the fire, and grabbed a handful of snow to extinguish the flames. He straightened his armor, buckled his belt, hung up his dagger and dagger, and walked down the hunter's path to the rendezvous.

As soon as he crossed the Sentinel Pine Forest, Charlie saw his companion standing in front of the ice rift, standing motionless, like an ice sculpture. Charlie was about to call out to him, but he was surprised to see the most evil thing in his life happening over the rift - a thin bridge made of blood, carrying three people to his side!

"Enemy!" Charlie yelled and reached for the longbow behind his back, "Neil, send a signal!" As he spoke, he drew his bow and shot at the boy who was at the front.

"No!" Neil raised his left hand and pushed away Charlie's arrow, and the iron arrow lost its target and fell diagonally into the huge mouth of the rift, "Look, that's Prince Matt!" ”

Charlie looked in the direction of Neil's finger, and sure enough, the first of the three was actually the prince of the Icemarsh Country, who had been missing for several days! What's going on here? Charlie and Neil looked at each other, and for a moment felt the armor on their shoulders be extremely heavy. "Go tell the others," said Charlie to Neil, taking another arrow from his quiver, "and it would be better to call a magician." ”

Neil looked worriedly at the bow and arrow in Charlie's hand, "But you don't want to hurt the prince, do you?" ”

"They may not know his true identity yet, and they must be frightened. I'm not going to risk it, go ahead, you idiot! ”

Turning around, Charlie took aim again, and this time he could see clearly that Prince Matt was walking in a lost spirit, but there were no obvious external injuries on his body, and the two women behind him were like ghosts, wearing clothes that could only hide their bodies, like two dried mummies, and both of them were extremely ugly, Charlie's arrow involuntarily pointed at the tall woman who walked last.

"Who is the one who violated my border? Get your name in! Charlie nervously shook the handle of the bow, the fingers of his right hand slightly open, ready to release the arrow at any moment.

"Princess Solandadrin of the Land of Midsummer has come to seek refuge." The woman's lips on the other side closed one by one, and she calmly said her name, which was strange, and with the woman's tone, Charlie only felt comfortable physically and mentally, and the surroundings were peaceful, his hands involuntarily relaxed, the tight bowstring was no longer strong, and the shape changed from a full moon to a semicircle.

Closer, closer, Solanda's heart was filled with irrepressible joy, about to reach the other side, those cold and delicious icicles, those sweet snow water like the first kiss, they are close in front of you, as if a glance can quench the thirst in your throat, faster, faster, Akira, increase your magic, the sun will come out soon, you can do it!

But it backfired, and just then, the sound of the water in their ears stopped abruptly, the blood bridge stopped growing, and they stayed where they were—there was no blood in the urn!

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