North of East Sackland, Fault Mountain Range, Glacial Wasteland.

In the south, where summer is approaching, the biting cold winds and snow still dominate the northern world, and a flock of black crows sweeps through the dome in the snowy sky.

Wherever they passed, the sickle of death passed.

Only the most timid recruits would think that when midsummer is approaching, there will be no monsters and mutant monsters in Broken Mountain...... On the contrary, werewolves don't stop killing and looting because the snow melts, and they don't fear the sun overhead.

The Legion Rangers roaming the wasteland are still terrified, not only to watch out for hordes of werewolves migrating from the ice, but also to watch out for some cold-fearing monsters that suddenly emerge from the snow and tear them to shreds.

In order to reduce the number of casualties among the Legion Rangers, Conrad de Salion hired a group of mercenaries and bounty hunters from East Sacland each year as summer approached, luring them to the most dangerous pathfinding and patrolling tasks with high rewards and bounties.

The real purpose of this is not to patrol, but to maintain stability within one's own territory.

Armed and lone mercenaries and wandering knights were a serious danger in Conod's eyes, and difficult to deal with effectively, but it would be much more convenient to gather these people and manage them according to military regulations.

Of course, you can never trust the loyalty of a mercenary ... The strict military regulations made it very common for mercenaries to desert from the army, and Conod had a legitimate reason to "hunt down deserters" and drive them out of his territory.

"Bell ——!"

The blade shattered the rocks in the snow, and the flying snow was dyed red with werewolf blood, and the man danced in midair.

Taking advantage of the snowflakes, the werewolf, who dodged five steps away with lightning speed, was still howling bitterly because of his injured left leg.

"That's how fast you run......"

Gently spitting out the white mist, the wheezing man sneered harshly, but anyone could hear the unwillingness in his words.

The black linen cloak draped over his body, the halberd in his hand, the knight's sword hanging from his waist... It's all the stuff on this man's body, and the thin layer of chain mail on his body is not even as good as an ordinary legionnaire, and even more so in front of a werewolf.

But for him, that was enough - rather than entrust his life and death to less reliable armor, he would rather trust his own brain, and the blade in his hand.

It only takes a moment for a werewolf to tear himself apart, and it only takes a moment for him to tear this beast apart... Fair enough.

The vicious werewolf of the ice plain kept roaring at him, and the wound on his left leg made the monster even more irritable and bloodthirsty, and even a pair of beast eyes turned blood-red.

The increasingly manic, tyrannical roar seemed to be trying to suppress the killing intent that immediately rushed up and tore him to pieces.

Even though it was a monster, it stood straight like a human, and its burly figure was half a body tall and its arms thicker than a person's thighs exuded an endless sense of oppression.

The mean man curled the corners of his mouth in disdain, his steps moving slowly in the snow, and the halberd that constantly changed direction between his hands looked shabby, but it was still sharp.

“...... It's a beast. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was no trace of the werewolf in front of him.

"Bang ——!"

The sound of the air being torn apart almost pierced the eardrums, and the snow that was as bright as a silver mirror suddenly exploded!

Without thinking much about it, the man immediately clenched his halberd with both hands and thrust forward.

"Bell ——!"

The blade-like claws slammed into the tip of the halberd's blade, exploding into a spark.

A tyrannical roar came out, and the werewolf who slammed his arms apart knocked the man away!

The man who landed in the air after five steps in the air dragged five meters on the snow before he stopped, and before he could stabilize his body, a huge black shadow had already struck again.

"Brute... It's a brute. ”

The man was still mocking meanly, and while stepping forward with his left foot, he sank the halberd blade of the war halberd in his right hand, and lowered his body little by little.

Roaring monsters struck, raised claws tearing at the air and whistling winds.

"You'll never learn!"

Stepping forward, the man who had lowered his body released his right hand, and the elongated halberd was as fast as the wind, raising an afterimage.

Back Sweep ——!

"Poof——!

Blood sprayed, and even the shattered black cloak fell on the snow.

The motionless man clutched the halberd tightly with both hands, and the werewolf's claws rested less than ten centimeters outside his neck.

It's only ten centimeters, but it has become a moat that can never be crossed... At the moment of sweeping, the war halberd turned into a thorn, and the entire halberd tip completely sank into the monster's chest, only the halberd blade was stuck outside, blocking it hard.

The desperate werewolf let out a wail, but the halberd sword had pierced its heart.

Pulling out the halberd suddenly, the man lunged forward again, and the halberd in his hand swept across.

"Puff ——!"

With a muffled sound, the werewolf's head fell into the snow as the afterimage of the halberd swept by, and the headless corpse spurting blood also convulsed and collapsed to the ground.

It's so dangerous, I almost died......

Gasping for breath, the man looked at the werewolf's bones on the ground, and spat at the dead corpse with a disdainful "phew" that had just been nervous for two minutes.

With a cold snort, the man had just breathed a sigh of relief, and a low roar and footsteps came from behind!

Clenching the halberd, he turned around suddenly, his eyes widening instantly.

The three-headed werewolf was walking from behind him, and there were more shadows in the wind and snow not far away, staggering slowly in the snow.

It's not good, I'm surrounded......

The werewolf screamed just now, probably just to summon his companions and tell them where he was, and he was stupid enough to cut off the werewolf's head, so that the smell of blood spread everywhere, as if he would not be discovered by them!

It's stupid, it's stupid......

The man who gritted his teeth frowned, and the halberd in his hand trembled slightly... I have just experienced a fight, and my physical strength has dropped greatly, and if one or two heads still want to find a way, three or four heads can also consider running away.

But a whole bunch... In this kind of wilderness, it's basically dead!

Licking his frozen lips, the man clutched the halberd in his hand tightly, and kept moving back and forth in place, circling left and right, and the blood-stained halberd blade kept changing directions, threatening the monster that wanted to approach.

The werewolves didn't seem to be in a hurry to pounce on him and tear him to pieces, slowly closing to cut off the man's retreat, leaving the only exit to the east, as if luring him to flee in that direction.

Right... It's like catching a rabbit.

Helplessly took a sip, and the man's expression was hard to see.

At this moment, a terrible scream suddenly came!

The besieging werewolves panicked, turned abruptly, and roared angrily in the direction from which the screams came.

Someone?

The man with the halberd in his hand froze, forgetting to react for a moment, and just looked around, searching for the sneak attacker.

Who is it? In the glacial wasteland north of the Broken Mountains, except for the legionnaires in the fortress, they are bounty hunters who lick their blood for money......

Whoever it is, now is the perfect time to escape.

At the moment when the man was about to take advantage of the chaos to turn around and flee for his life, a werewolf suddenly roared and pounced out of the wind and snow, and in an instant, it had already swooped into his back!

It's too late!

Feeling the vicious killing intent behind him, the man who couldn't turn around and parry didn't hesitate to let go of the halberd in his hand, and pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand.

The moment the ice and snow roared, the sword flashed!

"Poof——!

The monster's plasma spurted on his face, and the man who turned his head stared at the shocked figure that suddenly stood in front of him.

All he could see was the grim face of the other party, and the scarred head to toe, and the only left arm stabbed the long sword into the werewolf's body!

The blade was drawn, and the werewolf, who didn't even let out a wail, fell weakly, and a pair of beast eyes met the man's shocked eyes.

The silent "one-armed knight" swung away the blood stains on the sword, and the mottled long sword was almost all over the gap, just like him.

Broken like this, it hasn't collapsed... This sword is definitely a good thing!

The man raised his head and unconsciously met the eyes of his "life-saving benefactor", and the greed in his eyes instantly turned into panic.

"What are you doing in a daze?" the one-armed knight glanced at him, his face expressionless and his voice heavy:

"Follow me!"