On the quiet path, a tall man with a suitcase and a steady step walked alone in the direction of the outside of the city.

His face was calm, without any worry or apprehension, until he saw the woman leaning against the trunk and playing with the little dagger by the big tree a few paces away.

"It's finally here", the woman turned her face and played a knife trick, "I thought you'd stay in there a little longer, but I didn't expect to come out so early." ”

As she spoke, she stepped forward and glanced down at the man's suitcase.

"It's there, give me the words now to make your death more enjoyable."

He asked, frowning.

"Since you're here, it's time for the other one to come, come out."

A brisk black shadow fell behind him, and the wolf thief's clothes were somewhat torn, but they didn't seem to be seriously injured.

"You came quickly, I thought the people in the venue would be able to hold you back for a while."

He said to the wolf thief, letting the other party and the female thief block his back and forth.

"You're the boss of the Moonlight Venue, Budol?"

The wolf thief sneered and took an offensive stance.

"That's right." Boudor tossed the suitcase aside, took off the white gloves on his hands, and his calloused hands were finally exposed to the air.

"Let's finish it quickly, I'm in a hurry."

Under the thin starlight, the shadows of the three quickly flared together.

"It's the way, isn't it?"

Garon looked left and right, and in front of him was an endless plain, and the road ended at his feet, and he didn't know where he would go if he continued to go.

Dees said that the guy was probably looking for a path out of town, but which road did the path mean?

Wait, won't it......

Garon turned and looked behind him.

"Am I going in the wrong direction?"

Ten minutes later, an emaciated shadow slammed into the trunk of a tree with a dull thud.

The female thief staggered to her feet, blood spilling from her mouth and nose, barely holding on for a while, and then she knelt down again, and finally fell to the ground, no longer breathing.

As for the black-clad wolf thief, he sat down, and a bright red light flashed and nailed to his throat.

He covered his neck, his eyes were full of surprise, his palms seemed to want to hold on to the fresh air and blood, and he kept squeezing his muscles, but all efforts were in vain, whether it was doubt or unwillingness, they slowly melted into naught with life.

Budol took the white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood between his fingers, and then grabbed the suitcase again, ready to leave.

"Are you going to leave like this, Nidhog Budolph."

Budol was stunned, he hadn't heard this call for a long time.

"At the age of twelve, he was given the Tianshu Star God Fighting Suit, at the age of fifteen he received the treasure of Asgard, at the age of eighteen, he was appointed to guard the North Star, and two years later he disappeared in the Great War, the strongest God Fighter in the history of Northern Europe, the Tianshu Star (Black Dragon) Budol."

In the moonlight, a woman walked out of the mottled shadows of the trees,

How many years have passed since then?

The heroes who were originally worshiped by the people of the northern kingdom have actually abandoned the god fighting clothes and the former honor.

What a pathetic man who has fallen for the sake of greed, Budol. ”

Budol's pair of pupils condensed into a line, and his eyes were locked on the woman not far away.

She was about twenty years old, the age of youth. The complexion was fair, with a healthy pale pink, moist eyes, a straight nose, and no fear on his delicate face, just a faint look at Budol.

It was a look of utter disappointment, as if the fantasy of longing had been shattered by the cruel reality, with a deep despair.

Budol was silent for a few seconds, and then said,

"The Norse pursuers, you are really persistent."

Budol said lightly, pointing at the dead body on the ground,

"You sent them?"

Hiluda shook her head, not glancing at the wolf thief.

"I just sold the news of the gem to some small powerful people, and it was their own choice whether to come or not."

"Use them to test me, your ideas are good and naïve."

Budol sneered, and after making sure that there were no other pursuers, he lunged towards Heroda.

His fist style is cold and domineering, and he has no intention of keeping his hands at all.

The punch poured into the narrow space, squeezing the air flow to create a powerful sonic boom, like the roar of a black dragon, as if it wanted to tear the opponent's body.

Budol is confident that no matter how much his opponent defends or evades, he can kill her quickly and effectively.

No, and there can't be any surprises.

Hiluda looked faint and let the other party rush in front of him.

The fist that came from the veneer froze in the next second, frozen in front of Heroda's eyes, Budol still maintained a forward stance, but could not take a step forward, his strength disappeared, and his body seemed to have no real sense and was no longer under his control.

"Can't move your body?" Budol's eyes widened, and Furui Wubo's face finally changed slightly, "Why?" ”

"Everything you have is a gift from the Nordics, so it's best to identify your opponent when you use it."

Hiluda straightened her arms and pressed them down gently.

"Punching me is the greatest disrespect."

"Kara!"

Budol fell to his knees, as if he had two heavy mountains on his shoulders, and he couldn't move a bit.

Legs, hands, and body are no longer able to squeeze out a little strength. Budol barely raised his face, and a white curtain of light loomed behind the woman in his field of vision.

Upon closer inspection, an old idol appeared behind her.

His wrinkled face was carved with wind and frost, his simple armor barely covered his body, and his bulging muscles were full of strength.

He held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, as if he were against heaven and earth.

Norse god - Odin!

"I see, you ..... You are Odin's earthly agent. ”

Budol said with difficulty,

"Since even you have arrived here, it means that the Norse gods have almost come to an end, and my choice is indeed correct."

Hilda's expression did not change, but her eyes became colder and colder,

"Give me back the North Star."

Budol sneered, but nothing happened.

Hiluda clenched his fist with one hand, and the pressure on Budol's body immediately doubled, crushing the ground under his knees, as if half of his body had sunk to the ground.

"Do you still want to resist?"

To Heroda's question, Budor replied softly,

"I'm no longer a loyal dog in Northern Europe."

The right fist was clenched lightly, and the arm that broke free from the restraint struck head-on, and a cruel smile appeared on Budol's face,

"After such a long time, I have been prepared for a long time."

With five fingers together, Budol is confident that even a solid stone will be chiseled through with a blow, let alone a human body without any protection?

Unexpectedly, Hiluda was very calm, even a little relaxed.

However, in the next moment, the expected pain did not come, and the whole body seemed to lose its balance and lay across someone's arms.

Budol's knife narrowly grazed Heroda's waist and struck him in the air.

But he didn't care about the failure of the attack, and only stared at the enemy who suddenly appeared in front of him.

The black circular outline filled the void of different space, and the man who leaned out of it held Heroda in his arms, and his heart palpitated.

"Hey, can't you just wait for me?"