Parker gently swept away the dust and picked up a scale from underneath, it was shield-shaped, refracting the luster of metal in the firelight, black and heavy, and it was quite weighty to start. He casually tossed the scales away, and looked up to see the red spots in his field of vision, stretching all the way to the end of the torch's light.

He extinguished his torch, his short and fat body lay on the ground with a little difficulty, sniffed the dust with his nose, and a dark red path appeared in the darkness, and looking to the sides, countless dark red paths were emerging, like streams that flowed into the sea.

The box, Fang Ou, and Tenaric finally walked up from behind, and the second junior took out a crystal from under his coat, and the crystal emitted a faint fluorescence, reflecting his frowning face, and asked, "Why did you extinguish the torch?" ”

"Did you find anything?" Fang Yu asked.

Parker tossed an object and landed it on the ground, and when the box looked closer with the crystal, he realized that it was a black horseshoe. He couldn't help asking, "What is this, your lucky thing?" ”

"Shut up, that's a horseshoe, that's all." Parker stood up and patted himself with his little short hand, "I think you'd better come with me and come and see this." ”

Without waiting for a few people to speak, he walked forward.

It was rare for the Owl to see a Paparal like this, but it was probably to defend the dignity of the 'King of Nightingales,' he thought to himself, but he kept following with his feet.

The box shook its head and followed. Behind them, Tenaric remained silent, but Fang could feel that the lizardman prince of Andasok was always tense, ready to confront the incoming enemy.

The three of them passed a junction, turned a corner, and tried to go on, but the Paparals stopped there, raised their heads, and looked at the deep and empty wasteland ahead with their little dark eyes.

Underground wilderness.

At the signal of Fang Yuan, the box raised the crystal in his hand, making the light on it brighter, and the cold fluorescence illuminated a gray gravel, like lunar soil, but it was covered with intertwined symbols.

One by one, one by one, the symbols stretched into the distance, and they intersected with each other and converged into the scene of the march of the army. Everyone couldn't help but fall silent, and the box looked at this scene with a slight shock, the light of the crystal in his hand unconsciously extended further, and the symbol was boundless, as if there was no end.

“…… What is it? He asked.

Those small symbols are actually footprints, but they are skinny, like a skeleton staggering through this place, just looking at the scene left here, it is not difficult to imagine the spectacular scene at that time.

It's just that the spectacle is somewhat intimidating.

The Plover bent down and picked up a piece of metal from between the gravel, dark and rusty, like a leaf of scale armor. He looked up, and there were still many such small objects left in the midst of this great march, and at the end of his vision was a dagger, stuck diagonally in the sand.

"This is ......," he paused, and only then did he find a match among the legendary nouns—Scharhorn's trombone, the lowland wanderer, the forest song, the raven whisperer, and the homecoming.

I actually ran into this thing.

Fang Yu had the feeling of winning the jackpot.

“…… Returning to the homeland, the ancient monarch hunter. ”

The girl sighed softly, and the breath she exhaled turned into hoarfrost between the cold air, blending into the faint mist.

There was a faint light in her eyes, her hand armor clenched the long sword, she turned her head and glanced at the others through the face armor, among the knights, the mountain girl was also among them, and the two looked at each other for a moment.

"Looks like we hit the jackpot this time."

The knights shrugged, the enemy was strong, but it was only unstoppable for Silver Vislan; They only live by one motto, which is the club's motto – 'Win only if you move forward'.

But the enemy is a chill.

To the west of the ancient tower, when the harsh winter of the lowlands approached, everything was slaughtered, and in Scharhorn and many other areas, there were some ancient legends about the cold forest; One of the most famous of them is none other than the Raven King, the Returnee and the Horn Sound, which actually have a common myth behind them.

A cold-blooded hunter, with its army of the undead, the slayer of the Lord of the Ancients.

Legend has it that the first king of Guta died under a glass of poisoned wine, and the traitors cut off his head and let the crows peck at his eyes, but on a full moon night, the ancient king was seen rising from the graveyard and disappearing into the cold forest.

After that, every coldest winter, the ancient king would return with his army of the undead, accompanied by a winter trombone, and hunt in the forest. None of those who have the blood of betrayal in their veins can escape this ruthless hunt, and often only a corpse pecked blind by a crow will be found.

That's the story of the Raven King.

It had been seen many times in the cold forest, and the crow that stood on its shoulder, black as iron.

So every time the hunting horn sounds, it is the moment when it returns to its hometown.

The Electors of Scharhorn tried to prove the truth of this legend, and as a result, the three largest guilds in the region were wiped out in the winter cold forest, and they had to appeal to the super-athletic alliance of Kaulin-Ishurian and Rotao.

Silver Veslan also participated in that large-scale joint operation on behalf of the China Division, so much so that many elders in the guild still talk about that battle with relish to this day.

'No one can really kill the ancient king in the cold forest when winter comes, although we have defeated it again and again, but every full moon night, the army of the undead will be resurrected under the long sound of the trumpet, and it will become stronger and stronger each time, and finally even the Triple Alliance will have to temporarily withdraw from the cold forest......

It was a long hunt, and everyone was helpless, but the Guta had the most to lose, and we were no better; But as soon as the harsh winter passed, the spirits disappeared, and the following winter, only a few people saw it in the cold forest......

After that, the Guta people have stopped a lot, at least no one dares to enter the cold forest with great fanfare in winter. ’

The old people only have a few descriptions of the battle, but Sophie can also imagine the grand occasion of the day, the three national divisions, and the eleven guilds, most of which were the best in the competition at that time, including even the Chinese division in the heyday.

But there is nothing that can be done about this ancient king.

What kind of majesty is that?

It and its raven, a withered skeleton, rode atop a mount called 'Specter', hidden under the famous black cloak, and a distant glimpse in the forest was enough to stun eleven guilds and thousands of Chosen Ones.

But Sophie never imagined that one day she would personally confront this respectable opponent, albeit only as a phantom. But she knew Torragotos's abilities, and this old dragon could reproduce a bit of its true nature through a shadow of the past—

This ancient king may not be as desperate as in the Battle of the Cold Forest, but he is also the number one enemy here.

She thought of her previous experience, and naturally knew how terrifying the opponent of the sixth layer was.

The last time they met here was a faceless swordsman, and they were almost wiped out, and in the end, with a bit of luck, they managed to successfully enter the seventh layer, and the former was just an ordinary lord here compared to this ancient king.

Of course, this time, both she and her teammates are much stronger than the last time, which is also where everyone's confidence lies.

"Do you want another one?" Someone mentioned it.

Naturally, everyone knows what kind of existence the enemy is, and although the silver Vislan symbolizes bravery and fearlessness, it does not have to hit his head on the iron plate.

"The sixth floor is too big, and I don't know how much time it will waste to find another one, and if we continue like this, our lead will be overtaken by Jeffreyt's men." Sophie shook her head, disagreeing.

Everyone looked at her a little speechlessly, wondering where they got the lead, this eldest lady really felt good about herself.

But what she said was also true, they didn't have any advantage in the first place, and if they were one step behind, if they were led by a little-known guild like the Jeffrey Redcoats to reach the thirteenth layer, where would they put their faces?

So everyone acquiesced in this choice.

Seeing that the others were a little nervous, Sophie smiled softly: "At least we are not the most unlucky, don't we still have someone to accompany us?"

The knights couldn't help but let out a low laugh, a little gloating, they heard Qian's news, and chased Fang Yu and his party over, if they were unlucky, the other party's luck would only be worse.

"It would be easier for us to deal with this ancient king if we joined forces," Sophie continued to say to the others, "It is invincible in the cold forest because it will come back to life and become stronger on the night of the full moon, but here we only need to kill it once." ”

The crowd nodded.

"But I don't think those people can help us much," someone said, "they don't even have a guild, they're just some free electors, how capable can they be?" ”

Sophie actually thought the same thing in her heart, but she recalled the scene she had seen in the hall, and she was a little uncertain in her heart, and the reason why she brought the others here was to confirm this.

Were those people lucky enough to travel with Prince Tenaric, or was there something really special, but most of the people chosen by Torragotos should still have something special?

She thought of the words of the lizardmen elders, and the fleeting silver crown on Fang Yuan's forehead in the hall.

These details made her a little suspicious.

"They are, after all, the chosen ones of Lord Torragotos," but she did not speak, only reminding, "and besides, their arrival in this place with us more or less says something." ”

"Don't forget that there are also many gifted people among the Free Drafters, and not all of them on the Supreme Ladder are Guild Drafters."

When they heard this, they were a little unimpressed, thinking that the fact that those people had arrived in this place with them proved at most that they were all fellow Africans—and that was the case with the current results.

However, most of the African compatriots have some sympathy for each other, and for a while, these people have a much better impression of the other plovers.

Someone even made a joke: "Haha, Your Highness Princess, but the last time you swore this, it seems that we all remember the result!" ”

Sophie's face was also a little unbearable when she heard this, her apricot eyes widened, and she said angrily: "It was just an accident." ”

"Your Royal Highness, you have too many surprises."

"It's rumored out there that you're the darkest princess with a silver Vislan face."

"Fart, shut up!"

Everyone chuckled: "Speaking of which, that person seems to be an alchemist, if he can come here, he should be a battle craftsman, right?" Your Royal Highness Princess, do you remember the last time that kid from the Silver Forest Spear? ”

Sophie was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh, the last time they had a friendly exchange with the Spear of the Silver Forest, there was a guy named Liyue who had to fight her one-on-one, but she had to hang her hand at the last minute to keep the other party from losing an adult.

I heard that that person is still the 'genius' of the new generation of the Silver Forest Spear.

However, she also understood what her subordinates meant, the Battle Craftsman was actually such a profession, it had a high threshold, and once it crossed that threshold, the world after that would open up to the sky.

But how many of those who have not crossed that threshold can be considered true geniuses?

But to say that the man could be such a genius?

Sophie's thoughts couldn't help but think of Fang Yuan's appearance, the big boy who seemed a little silly to her, she couldn't help but quickly shook her head, thinking that she was a little too suspicious.

Genius is not a cabbage in the ground, one cut and one stubble, especially among the best among the combat craftsmen, from the era of the Star Gate to the present, how many are there really few?

"It's a pity that Mount Covenant ......"

Such a thought suddenly flashed through her mind inexplicably.

……

The surrounding fog gradually rose and became thicker and thicker.

Fang Yu flipped over his gloves and saw that a layer of white frost had formed on the metal shell on the back of his hand, and he exhaled heavily, and the gas he breathed out seemed to be frozen by the low temperature, turned into powder, and fell in a flutter.

Parker was so cold that his upper and lower teeth were shivering, and he had a tube of snot, which was frozen before it could come down, and his nose was a little itchy. He clicked with his hand to break the ice slag.

It's a little disgusting, but it's good that the others didn't see it.

After the fog in front of him parted, a skeleton shelf came out crookedly, wearing black dragon scale armor (a standard scale armor of the ancient tower), holding a scimitar and slashing at Fang Yuan.

Fang Yu was startled, and hurriedly raised the gauntlet, the huge force shook his arm numb, and the whole person took a step back in a hurry, and a spear stabbed from the oblique, a spear pierced through the dragon scale armor, and hit the ribs of the skeleton, and the huge force swept it out, and the bone frame was scattered all over the ground.

Tenaric then withdrew his spear, looked back and asked, "Are you alright?" ”

Fang Yu shook his head.

He looked at the place with some confusion: "I bet, it must not have been there before." ”

"It came from the mist," Tenaric said warily as he watched the fog around him, which emitted a faint glow, as if moonlight had penetrated the earth's crust and shone on it.

"Be careful," it said, "there's something strange about the fog, and I feel something coming, and there are quite a few of them." ”

"It's the Ancient Hunter," replied Fang Ou, "in Scharhorn, the locals call them Homecoming Ones, they are the most terrifying hunters in the cold forest, and as long as the horn sounds, the hunt will not end." ”

"What does that mean?" Parker asked, shuddering.

He paused for a moment, and looked back at the box that had been indifferent with some confusion: "Wait, aren't you cold?" ”

The second junior cloaked his hand, glanced at the Paparal coldly, and replied, "The temperature is just right." But with that, he couldn't help but let out a loud sneeze and sniff hard.

"The Ancient Monarch Hunter is famous here, I heard about it before I came," Fang Yu continued, "It is an ancient legend that originated in the lowlands of the Ancient Tower. ”

"I know of many rumors about Magerie Torragotos, one of which mentions the place he visited when he was younger, and it is said that the old dragon once obtained something related to the returnee in the Low Country, so it has been rumored that this apparition below has come from that thing-"

"What is it?" Parker asked again.

"A sword," replied Fang Ou, "it was once the symbol of the ancient tower, called the Pale Flame." ”

His voice had just fallen.

The fog in front of him suddenly rolled up, and from behind the fog came a low whining sound, old and desolate, like a dragon wailing. Fang Yu had never heard such a sound before, as if a desolate and distant meaning arose spontaneously, but he subconsciously understood what it was.

Dragonhorn Trombone –

Sure enough, it was the old monarch.

After the mist parted, it was as if a snow-white ice dust slowly descended from the sky, and as soon as they landed, they turned into countless skeletons, wearing tattered dragon scale armor, holding spears, and wearing the traditional jackdaw whistle helmet of the ancient tower.

A little phosphorus fire in the eyes, like an ocean in the darkness, extends to the end of the field of vision.

And at the end of the fading mist, Fang Yu saw a pair of distinctive crimson eyes, and his heart felt a slight chill, but only then did he see that it was a crow.

It leisurely brushed its feathers as black as cold iron, occasionally raising its head and staring at everyone with a cold gaze.

Where, the legendary bird of death in Scharhorn was standing on top of a hollow armor, it was a headless knight riding a skeletal warhorse, although it had no head, but the four of them clearly felt a tangible gaze fall on them at that moment.

The feeling of being targeted by a hunter made Fang Yuan creepy.

It was only then that he felt for the first time that the story of the Lord of the Hunters of the Cold Forest was not a fabrication passed down by word of mouth—because when that gaze fell on him, he hallucinated before his eyes.

The lonely forest and cold moon, the wolf howled in the wilderness, a bright and sparkling snow, he seemed to be in the ancient forest of kings, and every companion around him had disappeared, leaving only the headless knight, and the skeleton war horse on which it sit, a crow as black as iron, confronted him quietly.

The sound of the Paparal's upper and lower teeth clucking brought him back to reality: "Are we really its opponents? ”

Fang Yu didn't say a word, and the two walkers were gone.

And ended the conversation with an old tactical thinking: "Hit and know." ”

No matter how real it is, it's just a phantom.

And on the sixth floor, if you miss the first lord you meet, no one dares to guarantee whether you can meet the next one.

……

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