The cold wind was howling, and in the warm porter, the young man drank hot wine and ate some cooked beef, but put most of the hot dishes back in the steaming steamer, thinking that he would wait for the middle-aged uncle to come back and eat together. His body gradually warmed up, but he was a little sleepy, and before he knew it, he lay down on the kang and fell asleep in a short time. Maybe he dreamed of something happy, and there was a smile on his lips.

The middle-aged man, who was supposed to return here, came to the huge warehouse door, and within the yellow light, stretched open the heavy door. He waited quietly, the wind and snow behind him were cold, but it was still warm in the faint light. He waited for a long time until the hobbling man approached him and shot an arrow.

"What are you doing?"

As he struggled to pull the rope, there was a sound of inquiry behind him. The janitor tightened the rope in his hand, and with more force, the steel pestle in front of him got stuck between the two doors, crushed and deformed, like a puddle of mud. The opening of the door was getting smaller, and now only one person could barely pass through, and it seemed that it would soon disappear completely. Turning around means giving up on that person, the person who has been working hard to get here, so he can't turn around.

Silence meant resistance, or disdain, either way, it wasn't something the man outside the door could bear, so he did it. The wind and snow stopped, it was truly still, a world of its own, the man outside the door was the center of the world, everything was under his command, and then he pointed to the man with his back to him.

The gatekeeper wrapped the rope around his upper arm at the moment when the wind and snow stopped, and like Miller, he turned around, put the taut rope on his shoulder, opened his mouth, and shouted silently, and suddenly exerted his strength! Then he saw that the wind and snow on the opposite side had turned into countless ice edges, looking cold and ferocious, and they were shooting at each other. If he is attacked like this, he will definitely die, and the other party does not want to stay alive, and the shot is a killing move. But he didn't look again, he bent down, his eyes focused on the snow in front of him, all his spirit on the rope in his hand.

Rumble!

Bursting flames flickered beyond the yellow light, forming a wall of fire.

The sound of "snort" kept coming to mind, like ice and snow melting in an instant. The ice edges seem to be endless, but the walls of fire are only a thin layer, as if they will disappear at any moment. But after a few breaths, none of the ice edges broke through this fragile line of defense. The sky was filled with water vapor, obscuring the view like the mist of a steamer at first glance.

The gatekeeper grabbed a few handfuls of his hands upward, tightened the rope again, and then, like an angry ape, took a small leap, his muscles collapsed, his muscles tightened, and he grabbed the rope and slammed it to the ground.

Sou!

Finally, Miller went out and appeared in the dim light under the snowstorm. Then he let go of his hand, and the wall of fire disappeared in this moment, and he faced the snow, stretched out his arms straight, gathered his thorns, and turned himself into an arrow off the string.

Rumble! He cut through the fog and hit the terrible old man accurately, and the two of them flew out together.

The stainless steel pestle really turned into mud, and the middle-aged man let go of the rope and flew diagonally, but he ran away directly, without looking at the result on the other side.

Miller struck a successful blow, and the sensation from his fingertips told him that he had hurt the person on the other side who looked exactly like him. Then he flew away, contrary to the gatekeeper, and sped away.

The old man who was stabbed had a noble status and was pampered for all these years, how could he have been so angry, not to mention that he saw the person's appearance at a glance, plus the situation just now, where is there still a reason that he doesn't understand. His sleeves rolled violently, and two snow dragons chased in both directions.

The library door opened, and Tim finally appeared, but as soon as he saw the scene in front of him, he instantly entered the defensive situation.

Syllable!

A resounding slap remembered that Tim had been attacked somehow, but the old man's words came, "Waste, if you can't catch someone, you and your whole family will die!" ”

With such cold words, combined with his incomparably strong strength, Tim's heart swayed, knowing that this was the real clan elder, Millerwick. Now where can he still care about the humiliation of that slap, bow his head. The Peterson family said that they had destroyed the whole family, it was not a joke or a threat, it would be the truth.

Tim straightened his back and left the warehouse without losing his mind because of the humiliation, but that didn't mean he lost the advantage of the big formation. He stretched his arms forward, closed his eyes, and let go of consciousness. Soon, he sensed the elder's two snow dragons, and the magic power was too turbulent, so he quickly caught it. His heart was slightly cold, and his strength was evident in being able to rank among the elders of the Peterson family. If the elder made a move, he could indeed kill him on the spot, and even if he was told about the secret vault, it was possible to kill him directly, so he had to think of a way before that. In his thoughts, his consciousness did not pass over the two snow dragons, but only carefully followed them.

Almost at the same time, Tim saw two figures. The speed of the snow dragon is too fast, and even if the two go first, they have no chance of winning at all. The Assassin Fake Miller turned around and crossed his thorns, and countless crosses flew towards the snow dragon. And the gatekeeper also turned, clenching a spear in his hand! The body of the spear was bathed in the firelight, the fire light was restrained and hot, and he stabbed hard at the snow dragon.

The snow dragon was attacked, and smoke and dust were everywhere. But just as the two of them resisted, something broke through their defenses and penetrated their bodies. The two of them also lost their minds for a moment, but they quickly came to their senses and were not harmed, but their faces changed drastically.

Soul Markers!

It's an extremely advanced form of magic, at least for the Great Mage, and it requires a lot of soul power. Unexpectedly, this old man has such strength. The two of them had received this magical mark, and as long as it was not too far away, the person who issued the mark could find out their exact location, and no matter how disguised they were, it was impossible to avoid it. Even if it is equipped with a unique magic weapon, it is impossible to hide from thousands of miles away. There are only two ways to crack this magic, one is to raise one's soul power to a much higher level than the one planted, and the mark will be self-defeating. And the other is to kill the one who sows it.

Both the assassin and the gatekeeper understood the viciousness of this mark, and even if they were able to escape today, it would be like a sword hanging over their heads, not knowing when it would be cut down, and this feeling makes people shudder to think about it. So, they don't even seem to hesitate.

The Assassin twisted his arm, slowly loosening the muscles that had been too tight. The gatekeeper stood with a gun in hand, and a ring of fire appeared under his feet, melting the snow.

The two did not say a word, but made the same decision.

War!

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