Ostown is a fortress-like city in the northern part of the Ice Kingdom, with tall gray stone brick houses flanked by cold and sturdy streets, with angular roofs covered in a thin layer of snow.

Although it is summer, the city has a depressed appearance of winter, because the famous "Bitter Snow Mountain" stands about a hundred miles away. It is the coldest region of the entire continent, an extremely cold area where no living thing can survive.

It was as if a cold wind was whining through the streets, and the pedestrians around him were all dressed very bloated, and wisps of white air came out of their mouths from time to time.

Gulliver, the executioner, walked slowly in a heavy wolfskin cloak. The huge head-taking axe wrapped in wolf skin on his back is his only companion, one of the sharpest weapons in the continent - "Andrea".

Walking through the sparsely populated streets, I walked to the door of the mercenary union and pushed the door in, and the chill that enveloped my body was immediately dispelled by the hot air that came to my face.

The layout of the Mercenary Guild is similar to that of the tavern, but the people who sit in it to "drink" are some armed men with fierce faces. Every move smells of danger.

-- These guys are all strong.

The vicinity of Oss is one of the most dangerous areas in the Ice Kingdom, and all the soldiers who fail are "eliminated" by the robbers and monsters in the wild. Only the toughest and truly strong can survive here.

Gulliver sat down at the wooden bar, lifted his cloak to reveal his scarred and resolute face, and said to the short-haired girl in a lionskin jacket behind him, "Is there any murderous mission?" The more people you kill, the better. ”

"Oh, okay." The girl from the Mercenary Guild looked a little timid.

Gulliver knew why she was scared - his handsome face, scarred from the battle, and his eyes had somehow turned a terrifying scarlet, daunting.

But the strange thing is that the eyesight is quite normal, and the sight is no different from before.

Because of this, he even received a message from the church. After checking for a long time to make sure that they were not vampires, the group of old rubbish in white robes released themselves.

While still remembering, the girl's words interrupted his thoughts:

"How about this? Baroque, the general of the kingdom, sent a mission directly to kill the Morans Empire army that invaded the north side of Os, a total of 100 people. The girl shoved a piece of parchment in front of Gulliver.

"It's not bad, leave it to me."

Throwing a few silver coins as a deposit, Gulliver took the map from the girl's hand and, following the map's instructions, set out for the foothills on the north side of the city.

After "escaping" from the front line before, he came to Ostown to become a lone mercenary, and as for why he took up this dangerous profession, it was only because his most skilled job was still killing, and-

"Are you looking forward to it? Andrea? ”

The giant axe behind his back seemed to tremble slightly, responding to Gulliver's question.

His most beloved companion is thirsting for the blood of his enemies.

In that case, what are you waiting for?

Following the map's instructions, Gulliver soon left Oss and entered the icy mountains.

Before stepping onto the snow-capped foothills, a roaring cold wind immediately hit him, like an invisible blade cutting through the exposed facial skin. However, for the scarred executioner, the pain of this process could not even cause him to react at all.

"It's almost there."

Realizing that he was approaching enemy territory, Gulliver lowered his body and draped his gray wolfskin cloak tighter, trying to blend in with the snow as much as possible.

Then he heard the voice of the wind mixed with whimpering.

"Tonight...... Night Raid ......"

"Prepare ......"

The staccato words didn't make out what they meant, but there was no need to understand what they meant. Because-

"Die."

Gulliver removed the double-edged axe from his back and strode towards the enemy camp hidden in the snowy mountains.

It was getting dark, and when it was time for dinner, Gulliver saw the fire in the snow ahead, and couldn't help but smile mockingly:

-- It is undoubtedly extremely foolish for a latent enemy to dare to light a fire outdoors. Next, I will sue them that the price of this mistake is very heavy.

A few steps ahead, you will be greeted by a large open space with several large tents made of white cloth on top of it, surrounded by several soldiers in white armor

After taking two more steps forward, the Morans Imperial soldier, who seemed to yawn in front of him, finally realized his existence and asked, "What ......are you?"

Click!

Tearing off the wolf skin that wrapped Andrea's body, the cruel giant axe in Gulliver's hand drew a black line in the air, directly cutting the soldier who was still asking questions in front of him into two pieces, and the blood flowers flying in the sky turned into ice ballast before they landed.

"The enemy is coming!"

The soldiers in the camp, who were originally lighting a fire and cooking, were scrambling to get their weapons. In the face of these panicked "lambs", Gulliver laughed fiercely, strode forward, and slashed at the enemy's head with a wave of "Andrea".

The barracks, which had been "laughing and laughing" a minute before, was instantly transformed into a killing field of flesh and blood, and before the enemy could be equipped with weapons, Gulliver had already killed at least fifteen people, and the severed corpses were piled up on the ground.

Although the soldiers of the Morans Empire are wearing armor, their armor may be able to withstand ordinary blades, but they are as fragile as thin ice in front of "Andrea", who has killed thousands of people.

Gulliver, who alone broke into the camp of the hundreds, was like a bloody beast, tearing all enemies in his path to shreds. Soon, there were only a dozen or so soldiers left in the barracks who could still move.

"No, if it goes on like this......" A tall man in a heavy helmet who looked like a commander ordered his subordinates: "Release 'Gul'!" ”

"But Gul hasn't fed it yet...... If you let it out like that......" said one of the Morans Empire soldiers with a wince.

"Don't talk nonsense! No time! The commander took a few steps back as he spoke, looking at the brutal killers still wreaking havoc in the camp, leading his men to the cave behind.

"Don't try to escape."

Gulliver threw the giant axe in his hand at the commander, and with a dangerous "buzzing" sound of breaking the wind, Andrea spun around in the air a few times, slashed directly into the commander's back, and then-

After the terrifying sound of flesh and blood tearing, the tall commander was directly "cut in two", and the left and right sides of the body fell to both sides respectively, and the internal organs instantly froze in the cold wind, and not even a drop of blood came out.

"Ahh

Seeing the tragic death of the commander, the few remaining soldiers next to him were already paralyzed on the ground with fright, trembling incessantly, and completely losing their combat effectiveness.

"Goodbye."

Gulliver was about to step forward to deliver the final blow to the poor fellows, when he suddenly heard an extremely crazy roar from the cave at the back of the camp:

"Whew!"

Fortunately, the snow in the foothills is relatively thin, otherwise such a loud noise would have caused an avalanche.

“……”

Gulliver quickly stepped forward and picked up the tomahawk stuck in the snowdrift.

He was very familiar with death and fear, and could feel that some extremely dangerous creature had awakened.

Although that thing still has a little human feeling, it is in a certain way. It's not a "human" at all, but-

"Get out of here." The executioner narrowed his scarlet eyes and stared at the dark entrance to the cave about fifteen yards away.

Under his watchful gaze, the real killer appeared.