PS: This chapter is just a tribute to the brothers and sisters who are still trudging and fighting in the haze, you are all warriors!

In the northern part of the Nice continent, the misty mountains that are covered with snow all year round are layered one after another, majestic, towering, rugged and indescribably cold......

In this inaccessible land, in addition to the barbarians of the Misty Mountains who have lived here for generations, even beasts and birds are very rare, dangerous and unbearable air pressure, cold, and of course, the most important thing is ...... The dense and suffocating fog that does not disperse all year round

Turning over the last ridge, Tyre L'Orio couldn't help but feel a little wheezing, not because of his physical strength, but because the tiny particles that were floating in the thick fog were always inadvertently hindering his breathing

Simply tightening the narrow one-handed sword at his waist and the black longbow with a height of one person behind his back, Tyr reached out and tore off the white strip of cloth used to cover his mouth and nose, looked down, with an extremely disgusted expression, casually threw down the homemade mask that had turned black and gray in his hand, and took out another piece of the same white cloth from his pocket to cover his mouth and nose again......

In just a few moments, Tyre O'Leo, who was in the terrible fog, already felt extremely itchy in his nose and throat, and coughed violently a few times, before reaching out to wipe away the tears bursting from the corners of his eyes and cursing in a low voice

"This damn hell!"

Picking up the kettle and looking at it a few times, Tyr licked his dry lips, looked at his surroundings again, and after struggling a little in his heart, he finally didn't have the courage to take off the strip of cloth from his mouth and nose again, sighed, took back the kettle, and took another step in the direction of the downhill......

The surrounding environment was tightly obscured by a dense fog, and even as one of the best archers on the continent, Tyre O'Leo could not help but occasionally stumble under his feet, and only by relying on his terrifying intuition and sharp skills could he barely maintain the speed of ordinary people

I don't know if it's an illusion, but as the sun gradually sets in the west, the fog becomes thicker......

The slender body leaned silently against a withered tree trunk, leaning sideways, Tyre L'O'Orio tilted his head slightly, if you got closer, you could see that his ears were fluttering gently and rhythmically, and the eyes above the mask were no longer as relaxed as before, solemn!

The wind stopped at some point, and a thick fog full of unknown floaters began to fall, and visibility seemed to have reached its limit at this moment, and Tyr slowly stretched out his arm like a zombie......

As the palm of his hand slowly disappeared into the mist, and after roughly measuring the visual range, Tyr did not hesitate to take off the longbow behind his back, and a long arrow had already been twisted from the thumb and index finger of his right hand, but the movement was as slow as still, and no sound was made

The preparation for the firing that could usually be completed in an instant seemed as long as a century under Tyr's deliberate control, but the crystal beads of sweat and the slightly beating green tendons that gently slipped from the corners of his forehead seemed to be extremely focused and nervous now

Leaning against the dead wood, Tyr's right knee slowly knelt down, and he needed his body to form the most stable fulcrum for coping...... Crisis!

"Click~"

Under the thick fog, a small branch fell off his knee, and all the preparations that Tyre O'Leo had made were in vain

"Damn it!"

The moment the voice came out, no longer caring about hiding his position, Tyr did not hesitate to retract his bow and kick the ground with his feet, shooting to his side like an arrow from the string

In the flash of lightning, just after he pounced, a round and slender weapon that could only be used to stab directly without any blade had already been nailed to his original position, even if it was a second at night, it would be the end of piercing his throat!

Flipping on the spot, Tyr bounced directly with the strength of his waist, and after getting up, the longbow in his hand had already been mounted with feathered arrows, and he didn't look at it, with the humming of the bowstring, the arrows quickly disappeared into the dense fog, and then, a muffled snort came from the dead wood before......

There was no time to check the results of the battle, after the first blow, Tyr was like the most vigorous cheetah in the mountains and forests, he changed a few positions again in a flash, and slipped over a boulder lightly, Tyr sat down with his back against the stone, and the homemade mask helped him cover his breathing at this time

The alertness in his eyes did not subside in the slightest, and a new arrow was put on the longbow in his hand again, and Tyr's brain was nervous and constantly thinking about countermeasures, the dense fog affected his best vision as an archer, and if he only relied on his sense of hearing, even if he was as strong as him, he was not completely sure that he would kill the other party!

"Marfas, you really bothered to get rid of me, presumably even with the abundant funds of the Star Mercenary Group, it will probably hurt a little to be able to hire a killer of this level, how much have you killed along the way? Ten or twenty? Hehe! ”

I was a little amused at the ugliness of the deputy head who used to be my most trusted deputy head now, but Tyre was also a little distressed, without him, the location and time chosen by the killers this time were too good

This made Tyre O'Leo, who was once famous in the mercenary world of the continent and was known as the [Meteoric Star], the founder of the Star Mercenary Group, lose almost half of his strength to resist the enemy......

If you can't hit it, the killers on the other side seem to have disappeared or lurked again, but Tyr knows that this group of cold-blooded and resolute killers who are only loyal to money have definitely not given up, and think about it, how could a killer who can follow his footsteps and almost walk through half of the empire give up such a good opportunity and environment

The two sides confronted each other in silence for a long time, until the last ray of sunlight completely disappeared in the fog, as if they couldn't bear it, someone on the killer's side finally spoke, but the voice was erratic, making it almost impossible to find the source of the echo everywhere

"Tyre L'Oleo, give up! There is no one in the world who can compete with us, and in such an environment, we can even take out an entire army, and what is the difference between a [Meteorite] that cannot use a longbow and waste"

"Found you!"

Tyr, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating as if he had become one with the stone, jumped straight up without warning, and the longbow in his hand was unaware of when three long arrows had been mounted at the same time......

Standing on top of the boulder, Tyr's arms shook and the longbow was pulled into a full moon with the sound of tooth pain, he closed his eyes and ears, and the next moment his index finger quickly released, and the first long arrow had been heard

"Whoosh~"

The inaudible sound of dodging was almost muffled by the sound of arrows breaking through the air, but unfortunately, it was just almost, Tyr, who had already captured the enemy's position, did not hesitate to shoot out the second long arrow again, and at this moment the other party could no longer care about covering up the tracks, and barely smashed the arrow away with the unknown weapon in his hand, and at the same time let out an extremely unwilling roar......

"I hope that the next time you investigate my intelligence, you can remember to pay attention to my handsome and extraordinary ears!"

As he opened his mouth to tease, the last arrow in Tyr's hand had also been shot with the vibration of the bowstring, and unlike the two arrows that had forced and blocked the enemy before, this one was obviously faster, so that the arrow had already pierced the throat of an unknown enemy after the sound of breaking through the air......

Raising an eyebrow and throwing away the longbow in his hand, Tyr twisted his waist as if at will, but just right to dodge the silent attack from the fog behind him......

His left elbow gripped the bladeless sword, and Tyr didn't give the killer who had hidden until the end of the attack a chance to let go and lurk again, and at the moment of turning, his dexterous fingers had already pulled out the long sword at his waist and pressed it against the opponent's throat

With a smiling expression under the mask, Tyr had no interest in ignoring the true face of the enemy behind him under the somewhat blurred black hood in the mist, and muttered as he mercilessly sent the blade into the other's body

"Didn't that fool of Marfhas tell you that I don't only use a bow!"

"Poof! ~”

As the second enemy fell to the ground, Tyr stood quietly on top of the boulder with his longsword upside down, and continued to listen intently for a while, before he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled back his weapon with a beautiful sword flower

"I almost played Dafa this time, and who knows that behind the handsome and chic, I am also very dangerous!"

With a wry smile, Tyr, who was sure that there was no more enemy, jumped off the boulder, picked up the longbow and put it back on his back, his fingers were faintly trembling, these few encounters seemed simple and fast, but in fact, it had consumed his great effort, strain, courage, calculation and his own ability were indispensable

The mask on his face made his breathing somewhat unsmooth, and subconsciously Tyre ripped it off casually, but he didn't wait for two seconds, and after spitting a few mouthfuls of saliva, he reluctantly put it back on again......

After resting for a while, looking at the sky, and not wanting to spend the night in this environment to gamble on his anti-drug ability, Tyr had to stumble again on the mountain road with a grief, but he kept cursing in his mouth

"Damn, Tron Veran, you bastard, write to Lao Tzu about meeting a rare benevolent lord, and what about the grandeur and wealth of Stormwind City, lie to Lao Tzu and leave that jealous woman and the deputy head of the regiment who has long wanted to Yin Lao Tzu come here to find you, killers, beasts don't say, this special code is still poisonous, pray my good brother Tron, don't let me down, otherwise ~ hey, hey, hey, hey......"

The sound of laughter was heard far and wide in the misty mountains, and Baron Tron, who was far away in the Duchy of Pande's own castle, inadvertently shivered at this time......

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