Chapter 30: The Woven Thread Shuttles Through the Reincarnation (6)

A few days later, the city of flint.

This city, which is rare in the midst of the apocalypse of the hoarfrost, has become even more lively recently.

To the east, there is a badly injured transcendent species, which seems to be a very rare frozen bird!

On top of that, the wings of the birds have been damaged!

How strong can a flightless bird be?

Hunters are eager to try it.

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Jefferson, the sword saint of the north, who is famous for challenging the immortal race many times, temporarily let go of the entanglement in his heart and is ready to challenge this extraordinary family.

"When will the fire be extinguished?"

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Clero holds the newly bought Ice Horn Spear and feels that it is imperative!

With his spear and sharp ice horns, who else could compete with their squad?

"Everyone, be careful!" the captain reminded as necessary.

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"Hey, I'd like to see how powerful the transcendent species are!"

Philley, the monster girl, clenched her fists and gave the filthy manager in front of her a final punch.

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Dyers, who lived in the northeast of the city of Flint City, was very troubled, he lived in seclusion here, but as a result, a disaster fell from the sky, and a seriously injured frozen bird, which was simply a fragrant bait with an alluring aroma, and his former people would definitely flock to it, and he might also be affected.

"Trouble, really troublesome......"

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"Okay, a high-level transcendent frozen bird! If you can subdue it, conquer it, and I, Bell, will be able to roam the world as much as I want!"

A hoarfrost bear roared loudly across the ice field in response to Bell's declaration, echoing the cold wind and echoing through the sky.

"I'm going to be the man of the beastmaster!Woohahahaha!"

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"Frozen birds? The Lord's high-ranking clans can only kill each other, but they must not fall into the hands of those low-ranking beings!"

Fowles' frenzied expression and angry tone made it natural for someone to carry out his will without command.

"Praise be the Great Hoarfrost!"

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"OK, basically all the elements are complete. Bait, participants, villains, mutations, and the next thing is the stage. ”

Standing at the entrance to the cave where the frozen birds were healing, Starweaver began to set up a possible witchcraft ritual.

"Hurry up, I can't wait to meet the final boss. ”

The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually became evil, and Shui Ying, who was watching from the sidelines, trembled in his heart.

"Yo, Xiao Shuiying, get used to it. Starweaver tilted his head, "This is a very basic thing. ”

"After all, I'm just a newcomer. ”

"Hey, hey, hey......"

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The next day, the hunters, who were well prepared, began to search for their targets.

"As long as I find it, kill it, and bring it back, I'll be a new star! I'll be rich! I'll be able to climb up!"

The vast majority of hunters have this idea, and their faces are implicitly fanatical, and their mobility has increased by at least 30%!

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"It's pretty good to set up a ceremony once in a while...... 'Fanatical faith' alone can achieve this effect...... This exchange ritual could be studied a little more. ”

Follow the crowd...... In fact, it's not too much, after all, it's the end of the world, and the number of hunters is still limited.

Star Weaving Dream and Shui Ying observe the situation while touching the fish and paddling.

He needs to trigger the whole thing at the right time to achieve maximum effect.

It's the first time to engage in such a big conspiracy, and it's a great feeling to be behind the scenes!

If these embers are completely extinguished, how long will the flint burn?

"But what does this impatience in my heart mean? I'm better suited to a reckless man?"

Such doubts were quickly forgotten by him, and he focused on the situation.

As for Shui Ying, she still hasn't understood what's going on......

Strategy is a means to achieve an end.

Through various means, it is good to achieve your goals, and you don't need to care about the rest.

Sacrifice and belief do not care about this, and achieving the goal is the first priority...... Pleasure reigns supreme, no ranking.

You need to use strategy, which means that there are a lot of obstacles caused by the situation, and it is not good to be reckless.

Just like here, challenging goals, personal combat power, world background, other people's wishes, etc., is annoying!

Under the heavy locks, I can only find a way to get around it.

Moreover, the conspirator does things, but he is a hero, which is interesting to think about.

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"Hey!"

With extremely stretched arms, tense muscles, focused gaze, and a well-honed skill, coupled with the Ice Horn Spear that had just been obtained, the mutant's death was sealed the moment he shot - hit, piercing, looting, and that's it.

Crero, the spear of the must, can be said to be the core of their squad, and even in the entire Flint City, his name is resounding.

The only thing that constrained him was that he didn't have a good spear.

Luckily, they came across an ice wildebeest while they were resupplying, and its horn was undoubtedly the best material for the tip of a spear.

And Kerero, who has obtained a new war spear, can already be said to be the "pinnacle of mortals" in strength - at least the attack power is about the same.

In his opinion, only a few people can fight over the dispute over the frozen birds in this hunt.

Unfortunately, they are both lone rangers and have teammates of their own.

"Krero, your spear throwing skills are getting sharper and sharper!" a teammate smiled and carried his prey back, pulling out the ice horn and handing it back.

"Ah, of course, I'm Krero, the spear of Krero!" the young man smiled proudly, he had always been confident.

"Arrogance is not advisable. The captain reminded him, and then smiled and refuted his words, "But Crero's words, you have this qualification!"

"Hahaha......" Several people laughed happily, not feeling the danger of hunting at all.

"By the way, this Frozen Bird hunt has been successful, so we can rest for a while, right?" said a shy teenager expectantly.

"Don't put up a flag!" another teammate quipped, "but if it's a success, we'll be fine even if we retire." ”

"Why do you want to retire, isn't hunting good?" Clero didn't understand, and the boy's flamboyance still lingered on him.

"Are you going to sit in the city and be rice worms in the future? There are still so many prey that have not been shot!"

Excitement is also one of the characteristics of teenagers.

"Haha, the eight characters haven't been skimmed yet, what are you thinking about so much. The captain saw that the atmosphere was slightly strange, and hurriedly played the round.

The other teammates were still very convinced of the captain and changed the topic one after another.

"Eh, you see, isn't that the famous Northern Sword Saint?" someone noticed a middle-aged man walking against the wind not far away.

"With his own strength, hunt all kinds of transcendent species, his own countless injuries but immortal existence, a living legend!"

"Hmph, I'll overtake Uncle sooner or later!" Crillo was unconvinced and issued a transcendence declaration.

"Haha, Krero, we've got you covered!"

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"This wind and snow has been so cold. "The frost wind was like a knife, cutting through the clothes on his body and seeping into the wounds.

It doesn't hurt, just a slight numbness in it.

"Frozen Birds...... You should be able to do it, right?" Jefferson traced for possible traces, still looking forward to it as if he had hunted in the past.

"I'm tired...... What's the use of this stump, what's the use of this sword?"

"Come on, I can't wait. ”

"Life is not happy, death is also bitter. What was once feared will pass away, and of course, what is more fragile than fear will naturally leave no trace......"

"I've been struggling with fear for so long, I should have a result, right? If God exists......"

Jefferson walked forward with his sword, not noticing the gaze of the hunting squads around him.

It's just silently chasing the fate of the remnants.

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The indescribable hiss of the "!!!" came from afar, alarming all the hunters on this ice field.

"The battle has begun!" at the same time. This sentence echoes in the hearts of every hunter.

"Go!" was their second thought.

Jefferson stared at the giant bird in front of him, the long sword seemed to be in his hand, but the muscles and flesh of his body were already tense.

"This coercion, this momentum, this creature!"

"This is where I belong!"

There was no waiting, no hesitation, just a sword light.

The freezing air of the frozen bird blew on the remnants of the Juggernaut, causing a slight sluggishness and uselessness.

The feathers comparable to steel could only be slightly blocked in front of the even more bizarre Xuan Bing.

As for tactics, the transcendent species that have been reduced to intelligence are naturally no match for the battle-hardened Sword Master!

There is no doubt about the outcome of this battle, the only outliers are the hunters who have been found, the fanatics who have disappeared, and the ritual control of Starweaver Dreams.

Crero: They were relatively close to here, and they were the first to arrive.

Even if he is as arrogant as Crero, he has to admit the name of the Sword Saint, with the remnants of a middle-aged human being, he overwhelms the extraordinary 6-ring frozen bird, this kind of combat power can be said to be a superhuman realm!

Chopping, piercing, pointing, teasing, slashing...... All kinds of sword paths are unleashed, and the sword master who enters the battle has long forgotten everything, only swords and enemies!

Block, non-existent, dodge, non-existent, retreat, and even non-existent!

"Good...... What a furious swordsmanship!" Several people watching the battle were really shocked, how can humans do this?

"Crero, watch the timing!" the captain was the first to come back to his senses, reminding the spear wielder.

"You know!

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More and more hunters arrived, and they all waited for their time, and at the same time were shocked by the hunt of the Juggernaut.

"Okay, the injury is almost over!" Xingweaving Meng, who was observing from the sidelines, smiled and released a layer of restraint.

The frozen birds detected by "!!" hissed, accompanied by a cluster of cold currents!

Juggernaut met it with a sword, his low, beast-like battle cry fueling the momentum.

However, ordinary sword strikes naturally couldn't fight against spell-like spells, and although Juggernaut was not injured, he was frozen!

"Hey!"

Just as the onlookers were shocked by the turn of events, Crillo made a move.

The ice horn tore through the sky like thunder, pulling a rope and piercing deep into the body of the frozen bird!

"You thought you could do it all on your own, uncle!" Claro, who had slid down the rope, stood still and pulled back his spear.

The Juggernaut who broke free from the freeze didn't say much, just nodded to Kerero, and then charged!

"Don't you even say thank you!" Crillo grumbled, scurrying back from the side.

And at this moment, a palm ...... Figures descend from the sky!

Standing up from the slumped bird, Philley grinned, "Looks like I haven't missed the hunt yet!"

"......" Juggernaut just swung his sword and slashed at Asuka's slender neck.

"Cut~" pouted unhappily, but Phillip still cooperated to jam Asuka's neck.

Just when the two of them were about to complete the new heights of human hunting for the transcendental......

"How dare you!" The Cultists of the White Frost always come with cold snaps and ice edges.

The cold current pushed away the Juggernaut, and the strange force rolled over to avoid the ice edge.

The spear-wielder joined the two and looked at the bastards riding the hoarfrost.

"You traitors!" said the young Crero through gritted teeth.

"Hey, it's because you don't understand the greatness of the white frost, a bunch of ignorant insects, trying in vain to kill my lord's family!"

"Accept the judgment!" The six White Frost believers who arrived didn't intend to say more, and directly began to call on the power of the White Frost.

"Everyone, fight this group of human traitors!" the captain of Kerero's squad spoke up in time, calling the hunters around him.

“...... Well, it's time for Phase 2. ”

Starweaver Dream, who stared coldly at the battle, activated a ritual array.

I saw a faint spiritual light flicker when the hoarfrost blew on the hunters, and although the hunters felt unusually cold, they did not feel paralyzed.

"Wide-area ritual: Resist the cold!"

"Now, it's time to bring in the last guest......

Starweaver Dream, who single-handedly affected the outcome of the battle, played the penultimate card.

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The neighing of birds, the roar of white bears, and the various war cries of humans.

The sound of hoarfrost blowing, the sound of ice breaking, the sound of flesh being torn.

The battle was chaotic, but there were only a few of the most dazzling.

Jefferson, the old sword saint of the north, like the young man's must-hit spear Clero, the strange power girl Fairly, the animal trainer Bell and his White Frost bear, the frozen bird, a few White Frost believers......

Medium Single!ADC!Top Single!Assisted!Collective Dragon!

It's almost a jungler!

Starweaver Dream is not in the battle, he is guiding a snowman, Dyers.

Shui Ying didn't participate in the battle either, the bottom was too dangerous for her, and she was practicing on the side, using the treasures of the water system that Ole had collected.

According to the current situation, in the end, the hunters will win, after all, after resisting the cold, these White Frost Believers are very weak, and the Frozen Bird is seriously injured.

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"Is there anything you want to do as a snowman?" Starweaver sat on an ice block, not feeling cold at all.

"......" Dyers stared warily at this very strange man, very handsome, he could even be described as pretty, and he felt very friendly, but his intuition told him that it was dangerous!

"Anyway, there's a group of hunters and a couple of White Frost Cultists there, which side are you going to help?"

Secretly changing the concept and directly transforming whether to help or not to help (the devil's whisper) Xingweaving Dream showed a devilish smile.

"......" the snowman took one last look at him and ran towards the battlefield with a snort.

Starweaver walked into the cave, "Even the snowman is nostalgic for the human world...... Cut, can I only say that it deserves to be the protagonist team?"

"What do you think?" The last sentence seems to be talking to itself, and it seems to be greeting someone.

"I'm still missing an actor, so let's make a cameo. Saying this to himself helped set the tone for the man.

"That's it.,There's no interest.,End of this chapter!

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