Sika Territorial Border, Outpost.

The two six-meter-tall watchtowers are inconspicuous in the mountains, and with a little camouflage, they are enough for any sloppy guy to ignore them.

However, the marksman standing on the watchtower can easily see everything in the avenue and the inner mountainous area.

Moreover, the angle of the two watchtowers is enough to make the sharpshooters on the watchtowers pay attention to each other, reducing the occurrence of accidents.

Call!

The north wind in winter is howling.

Ruka shrank his neck and subconsciously wrapped the sheepskin outside, but the wind continued to penetrate his neck and pierce into his body, making him shiver.

"Damn the weather."

"This year is even colder than last year!"

"The only thing that keeps me going is that I'll be able to go back right away!"

Ruka whispered to his companion.

Sika has a military service system, and households with more than two adult males in the territory must choose one of them to serve for one year every three years.

Most of the time of service is from the beginning of one winter to the winter of the next.

Of course, this is not an obligation, but there will be a certain amount of subsidies.

Among them, the most important thing for households is tax cuts.

When a male member of the family is in the service, the tax for that year can be reduced by a quarter or more.

Because of this, many people have chosen the path of professional soldiers.

It's not easy, though.

If you want to obtain the status of a professional soldier in the hands of Sika Ling, a lord who believes in the god of war, the first thing is to be able to fight, at least you need to have a reputation for bravery.

If there is any special talent, even better.

Such was the case with Ebru, who was on duty with Ruka.

Compared to Ruka's ordinary stature, Ebru was not only strong, but his eyes also shone slightly in the cold night, as if the darkness of the night could not stop him at all.

In fact, the same is true.

As one of only five marksmen at the outpost, Ebru's eyes were notoriously sharp.

Of course, he is better known for his instincts for danger.

As a result, Ebru received half the salary of the other four and was tasked with patrolling the outpost at night.

"What's wrong with the barracks?"

Ebru replied with a low chuckle.

Because both of them are from the same town, the relationship between the two parties is not bad, and they are willing to work together.

"No wine."

"There are no women."

"There's no warm fireplace yet."

"Do you want me to say more?"

Ruka turned around and shrugged.

"At least the food is good."

Ebru laughed as he glanced around.

It is clear that the marksman has not forgotten his duty.

"yes, yes, good food."

"But that's you, not me."

"I can only eat two baked potatoes a day, and the occasional mustard is hearty, and if I can roast garlic, it's a holiday."

Ruka grumbled.

Semi-compulsory soldiers are different from real military men.

It's not just the strength, it's the treatment.

The most direct is food.

Semi-compulsory service soldiers have only two meals a day, mostly omnivorous and black bread.

Professional soldiers, on the other hand, have three meals a day, and in addition to white bread, ham and eggs are also served.

"Next time I'm on duty, I'll bring you an egg."

Ebru promised.

For his fellow villagers, Ebru is very caring.

What's more, the two have a deeper relationship.

"I'm waiting for your eggs."

"Ebru, you're going on vacation soon, aren't you?"

Ruka grinned and slapped his partner's chest, and then, with a serious expression, asked, "You haven't forgotten Jenny, have you?" My poor sister, who has been waiting for you. ”

"Nope."

"After the cold winter, I have twenty-two days off in the spring, and I want to go back and get married."

"Jenny waited for me for two years and can't wait any longer."

Ebru affirmed.

"Well, you can get married when you go back, and then, try to make Jenny pregnant with a child."

"Hope is a boy who has inherited your talent and my sister's looks."

"Your parents and I will take good care of him and make him a man."

"The thought of someone calling me uncle makes me more and more eager to get out of here."

Ruka took a deep breath.

Then, he looked at his future brother-in-law, inexplicably, and always felt that something was wrong.

Or rather, to be precise, there is a sense of strangeness.

It's a person in my memory, but it's as if I don't know it.

This strange illusion made Ruka can't help but turn his head and look at Ebru carefully.

In the dark night, Ebru stood upright on the watchtower, not even the cold wind made him shake and slump at all, his eyes were like falcons staring at the distant night, his gloved palms resting on the longbow wrapped in leather cloth, and his slightly heavy fingers lightly touched the bow.

Everything looks like it used to be, it's no different.

"Am I starting to think cranky because I'm bored?"

Ruka laughed to himself and was about to turn his head.

But at this time, Ruka, who thought of something, trembled.

Breathe!

From the moment they met, they didn't see Ebru breathing!

On a cold night, the breath is white and clearly visible.

No one is exempt.

Unless......

It's a dead man!

Suddenly, Ruka's scalp tingled, and he took a step back uncontrollably.

At this time, Ebru raised his head, and his sharp eyes were tinged with a strange crimson red.

"You found out?"

Ebru sighed.

"No, I didn't ......"

Burst!

Ruka denied it repeatedly, but the dagger in Ebru's hand slitted Ruka's throat with a flash.

Blood gushed from his throat, and Ebru didn't dodge it, letting the blood pour over his body as if it were a bath, and he looked pleasant.

And, what's even weirder is that not a single drop of blood has fallen to the ground.

It was absorbed by Ebru.

Seeing this scene, Ruka, who was dying, finally confirmed that the Ebru in front of him was definitely no longer the person he knew.

With his mouth wide open, Ruka wanted to shout.

But in the severed throat, only the sound of haw, haw-hoo inhalation remained.

Then there is the endless darkness.

Ruka's body fell to the ground.

Ebru didn't even look at it, and he turned his head to look at the watchtower on the other side.

As long as this watchtower is taken, the entire military camp will be 'his' prey.

'He', who had been trapped there for a long time, hadn't had a full meal for a long time.

However, just as 'he' was about to act, 'he' looked behind him.

There, on the avenue, near the end, a convoy appeared.

"An unexpected refresher?"

'He' said this, and then burst out laughing.

Because, 'he' saw a fellow traveler hovering around the convoy.

A weak, undescended kind!

Couldn't have been more perfect food!

"I'm so lucky!"

'Ebru' couldn't help but whisper.

……

The scouts of the convoy passed by on both sides of the convoy, torches held high, and the flames swayed from side to side, and none of them noticed that a snowball was silently following the convoy.

This snow mass is not big, only the size of an adult's fist, and although it is on the snow, it is silent, and with the protection of the same color, it is difficult for ordinary people to find it at all.

And this is also the capital that 'Sucking Snow' is most proud of.

Unlike the other evils in the Sika Collar.

It hasn't been 'born' for long.

It's only been about ten years.

However, with its innate ability, it quickly became stronger.

It believed that if it awoke directly after the Black Plague, it would be the strongest in the Sika Realm, just like the Mist, the Withered Branch, or the Sleeping Deer.

Instead of hiding in Tibet as it is now.

Even, had to enter into a so-called alliance with some guys.

The thought of the ally who thought he was smart but was actually extremely stupid, 'Snow Sucking' couldn't help but sneer.

The other party actually thought that it and the other party would look at each other and would be eager to make a move, and then, in the name of the plan, it was separated.

It really doesn't mind that.

If the other party succeeds, it doesn't mind being the last hunter.

And if it fails?

At least give it a wake-up call.

Thinking of his approach of killing two birds with one stone, 'Sucking Snow' couldn't help but feel a little proud.

"'Cunning oath'?"

"What a false guy."

"However, this team ......"

To be true enough, it had just moved away from the convoy in the true sense of the word, and it wasn't until the time was up and it returned to find that the Cunning Oath was dead.

The perception of evil is extremely clear.

It can clearly perceive the overflow of the other party.

No!

To be exact......

Hunted!

The hunt between evil and evil is too common, after the initial 'black plague', Sika Ling directly 'born' dozens of evil strangers, but when it was 'born', the number of evil was less than ten left.

Of these, a small number were wiped out by the 'Temple of War'.

Most of them were hunted against each other and disappeared.

For hunting the same kind, evil people are never tired of it.

After all, devouring a member of the same kind will directly increase their own power.

Even, there are rumors that if you swallow enough of your kind, you can come directly.

For this rumor, 'Snow Sucker' is not believed at all.

Because, it has devoured its own kind.

It was when it was first born, a kind of person took it as a target, but it was killed and devoured by it, so that it spent the weakest days, but the strength growth was not large, and it was not as exaggerated as rumored.

However, because of this act of self-provenance, it was recognized by many evil people in the Sika Collar.

Of course, it still doesn't qualify to go to Sika City.

Sika City has long been occupied by the likes of the Withered Branch, the Sleeping Deer, and others.

It tries to sneak in, however, it is simply impossible.

As a result, it grew more and more afraid of the 'fog' that would eventually take over Sika City.

The unknown is always scary.

What's more, 'The Mist' showed its strength.

The 'Fog Giant' of that day, it saw it.

That's a force it simply can't resist.

Therefore, when it discovered that the 'Mist' might leave Sika City and expand its territory, it had no intention of going to Sika City to join in the fun.

The 'fog' is just possible to leave.

And didn't really leave.

Even if you really leave, you will come back.

If you find that your city is occupied, what will happen to the occupiers?

As for the level of confronting the 'fog' in the short term?

That's simply not possible.

Of course, it is also possible that the 'fog' has fallen.

But again, the odds are too small.

Although it is rumored that Etaninburgh is very scary with the confrontation between the 'God of War' and the 'Lady of Calamity', the 'Mist' is already a demigod, as long as you are careful, it will be fine at all.

'Sucking Snow', who knew everything very well, naturally set his eyes on the only target in front of him: the team!

For convoys, 'Suck Snow' is no stranger.

In the days since its birth, the team has been its main goal.

It's not as unrelenting and sticking to one place as some guys are, though.

It mostly chooses caravans with fewer people and changes places with one shot.

It knows how many of its kind have been wiped out by the Temple of War because they don't know how to do it.

But this time is different.

The weakness of the 'God of War' is obvious to all.

Moreover, because of the martial law in the city, the convoy that had been accumulated for several days appeared all at once, and if it was swallowed up, its strength would inevitably be even further enhanced.

At that time, if you can't seize the opportunity, you will really be damned.

However, Snow Sucker had no idea that one of its kind would blend into the convoy one step ahead of it and the Cunning Oath.

"Who could it be?"

"Is it ......?"

"'Mist'?!"

'Sucking Snow' was shocked.

I subconsciously wanted to leave, but the eyes that were different from ordinary people, when I looked at the convoy, still showed a strong reluctance.

However, it is really ready to give up.

There is no doubt about the power of the 'Mist'.

Don't say it's a 'cunning oath', even if you add it, it won't have any effect.

Moreover, the other party who has devoured the 'cunning oath' will inevitably be stronger.

The other party, which is already a demigod, is already something it can't fight against, no matter how strong?

No kidding!

It doesn't want to be prey to be devoured.

Thinking of this, 'Suck Snow' stopped.

It was about to stop following the convoy and return to the vicinity of Sika City to see if there was any tasty prey, but when it looked in the direction of the convoy again, Snow Suck suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"After the Sika outpost, the convoy is about to enter the convoy of Etaninburg."

"...... there"

"'Mist' will definitely be noticed by 'God of War' and 'Lady Calamity'."

"Even, a battle broke out!"

"I'm not going to be involved in that kind of fight."

"But it shouldn't be a problem to devour this convoy, right?"

Thinking of this, 'Suck Snow' stopped.

With greed in its eyes, it followed the convoy closely.

The whole time, it didn't notice that a figure appeared behind it.

'Ebru' quietly looked at 'Sucking Snow', and 'he' couldn't help but lick his lips, and saliva began to secrete involuntarily.

And then—

Boom!

The sound of swallowing saliva could not be suppressed.

'Ebru' was stunned.

Because......

It wasn't 'he' who sent it.