[Ran^Text^Library] On the southwestern border of the Valoran continent, there is an ancient continent that has always been isolated from the rest of the world, and explorers who have good things outside generally go and never return. novel

There are thousands of years of snow, endless glaciers, endless mountains, and various tribes isolated by mountains. They are a group of primitive and wild tribes, the tribes of the whole continent are weak and strong, scattered in various regions of the continent, there are ancient legends, by the way, that continent also has an ancient name - Freljord.

Avarosa, a dreamy divine name. On the endless glacier, two snow-white figures stood between heaven and earth, quietly looking at the vast sky. In front of the vast glacier, their figures seem a little small.

One of the snow-white figures suddenly rose into the air, slowly raised her head, and a pretty face with ice and jade was standing in the sky and earth like a hibiscus out of the water, her long eyelashes slowly closed, and the holy white aura surrounded her. As if the god-like body is not such a landscape, it can't raise such a peerless elegance. She is as beautiful as a fairy from a glacier, and her cold and solemn expression declares to the mortal that she is a god who cannot be blasphemed! What is different is that the eyebrows are like ice spirit snow, which used to be eerily snow-white......

The other woman was much younger than the woman just now, she looked fourteen or fifteen years old, and she also had the same beautiful face. The body that looked relatively petite, bowed back slightly, but it was transformed into an ice crystal giant bird, spreading its shining thorns, skewering towards the sky, chirping softly, soaring in the sky...... Circling for a few weeks, staying on the side of the plain woman, flapping her wings.

"Avarosa has once again warned that the snow-capped mountains of Fredro to the north are also about to collapse, and the catastrophe of Freljord is about to begin." The woman lifted her lips lightly, and her soft voice poured out slowly like beads. The woman opened her phoenix eyes and looked at the ice bird next to her gently, "Go, Avinia, you were originally the god who guarded Ferejo, go and welcome the arrival of another god." The woman smiled slightly, as noble as an edelweiss, but as ephemeral as an epiphany, and gradually disappeared on the vast glacier like ice and snow melting.

The ice bird screamed in the air, and circled over the glacier for another week, the gentle sunlight shone right in the eyes of the ice crystal phoenix, and two crystal teardrops slipped from her sharp beak, and landed on the endless glacier like pearls.

The ice bird finally landed on the ground and transformed into the beautiful girl who had just been petite. The girl moved lightly, ran a few steps on the glacier, and slowly stopped. Her eyes were red, and she raised her head to look out into the distant sky.

The camera cuts back to the battlefield of the headquarters of the Black Mystic Organization, where the rumbling thunder continues, but the sunlight pierces through the dark clouds and shoots a trace of golden light, scattering the battlefield of corpses everywhere like broken gold, forming a stark contrast.

Rui Wen's pretty face was already stained with blood, and the top full of cuts had long been unable to tell what color it was, and the blood droplets mixed with the mouths were dripping down, and the flesh cut by the sharp blade was also exposed to the air......

Constantly swallowing saliva, the battlefield of slaughter was so quiet that you could hear your own rapid breathing and heartbeat. Bang! The sound of bows and arrows breaking strings......

Sou...... Riven was hit by an arrow in her calf again, and she didn't make a single scream, but her overdrawn strength finally made her kneel on the ground, and she didn't want to pull the arrow off her body again, because it was pointless, warrior! Mighty and unyielding, she actually stood up with her sword on her hand again, her eyes as firm as her will, and she looked at Tyrone unshakably.

Without Tyrone's orders, no one dared to hurt Rivien's vital point, because they couldn't guess Tyrone's wishes. Even if they had to kill Riven, it would not be their turn to do so, as killing Riven would provide a large buff to the killer.

"Huh?" Rui Wen moved slightly, and found that she was wrapped in a green light, and the pain of the wound in her body was actually alleviating......

Tyrone was even more shocked, his expression was as cold as usual, and he finally stopped hesitating to shoot, and the archers also understood and released a rain of arrows......

A layer of white shields suddenly appeared around Ruiwen, and boom! With a dull sound, the rain of arrows couldn't reach Rui Wen's body at all, and she broke off on the ground helplessly, and Rui Wen immediately lifted the giant sword, fearless of pain, and swung her sword towards Tyrone......

My sword shadow finally landed on the ground, and although it was only for a few seconds, I felt like an ordeal, for I longed to kill—to avenge my brothers!

Bang! Tyrone's fist blade was repelled before it could reach Riven, and Tyrone looked incredulously at the attacker, the woman in red......

There are many archers and assassins to hunt in the battlefield, but the woman's target is Tyrone. Rui Wen was stunned, at a loss for a while, and became a spectator.

The girl in the flaming red shirt was thin and petite, but she was extremely agile in her movements, using her movement and nimble rolling, to dodge the bows and arrows of several archers who protected Tyrone, and the Holy Silver crossbow arrows were also plunged into the throats of enemies.

In a short effort, Wayne had already burst into front of Tyrone. It was certainly not a wise move for a shooter to raid an assassin, but Wayne did just that, and her position was in the range that Tyrone could raid, but Tyrone just watched her quietly, his mind blank......

Before Tyrone could react, a crossbow arrow had pierced deep into Tyrone's chest armor, which happened to be the location of his heart, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest, but Tyrone's face, which had never made many expressions, showed a trace of surprise. His eyes widened and he looked in disbelief at the silver glow of the crossbow bolt on his chest, he didn't know if it was the armor that had been pierced, or if his heart had begun to ache the moment her crossbow bolt was aimed at him off the string......

There was another sound of crossbow arrows leaving the string, and another arrow had already plunged deep into his belly, which he had not worn much armor, and finally, his steps began to falter and he began to stagger in place......

The third arrow had already erupted from her hand crossbow, undoubtedly hitting Tyrone's abdomen, and hitting the Holy Silver Hand Crossbow three arrows in a row was undoubtedly a devastating blow to Tyrone. Because of the passive skill of the Holy Silver Hand Crossbow, hitting three arrows in a row will trigger the true damage effect, and the three crossbow arrows will disappear into Tyrone's body at the same time. With a crisp explosion, True Damage triggered, Tyrone got down on one knee and threw away the blade in his hand, a large amount of scarlet liquid poured up his throat, and he looked at the ground with a blank face......

"What is this? The punishment of love? Tyrone wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and lowered his fist. He didn't regret not resisting, he knew that he already had the taboo of being a killer - emotion, even if he didn't have it for others, but for her, it was very deep!

To be the general's account, and not to regret it, this is Tyrone's code of conduct. He has no regrets, he loves her, there is no denying it! But their identity is mortal enemies!

Tyrone closed his eyes, waiting for the punishment of love. That's right, he lied to her at first, but he couldn't fool himself! Let's put an end to this ridiculous stuff soon!

Assassin? Blade Saint? Hmph, it's better to live in style. Let memory cover up sin, let death redeem love, and these ** or extravagant hopes, he is destined to lose this life!