The flaming magic sword in Lancet's hand swept across the chest of the orc on the opposite side, and the other party blocked the fierce blow with his battle axe, and slammed into him with a roaring punch. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Moria's long-accumulated fiery blast erupted from her hands, hitting the chests of the two orcs opposite. The greatly reduced spell only knocked them out, but it was just right to help Ranster out of the siege.

The witcher held the sword in both hands instead, and a stream of light flashed from the blade, and the long sword swept over the chest of an orc like a wolf's shadow. Splatters of blood splattered the messy snow, and the wounded orc let out a low roar, unafraid of what it was afraid of, swinging its axe and slamming it down on Lancet.

Dealing with this kind of hot-headed big man was none other than Lancet, who dodged the menacing attack of the opponent with a slight side, and quickly walked to its side, stabbing out a long sword that had pierced through the opponent's abdomen, revealing the blood-stained tip of the sword from the position of his chest.

This fatal injury completely stopped the frantic orc, and its body suddenly lost all support, and fell like mud in front of it.

The other two Bronka orcs also raised their battle axes and slashed at him, and Moriah opened her hands, and a burst of colorful light burst out of her hands at the right time, causing the two orcs to fall into a dizzy state at the same time.

The rest was much simpler, as Lancet swam beside the two orcs in an elven dance form, and the two dizzy Bronka warriors were left to slaughter like fish on a sticky board.

A sword slashed through the opponent's soft back knee, and the strong orc soldier could no longer maintain his balance and fell to his knees. It turned its head to Lancet beside him and let out an unwilling roar, which became its last action before dying.

The flaming sword slashed through its neck, freezing the expression on its face to its hideous face with angry eyes.

After dealing with the last orc, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief. Ranster stared worriedly in the direction in which the wolf had fled, and now he could not track the beast anyway.

"Are you hurt?" He asked the female mage beside him with concern, rubbed the blood-stained sword on the dead orc a few times, and withdrew it into the scabbard behind his back with his backhand.

Moria shook her head, she didn't do much in the battle just now, she simply threw a few spells.

"What now?" She pursed her lips, a worried look on her face.

Lancet took a deep breath, and the air that came out of his mouth immediately turned into a cloud of white mist.

He opened the dimensional pouch he was carrying and took out the summoning statue of the rune war horse from inside.

As he expected, an irreparable crack had appeared on the statue at some point, almost splitting the entire statue in half.

The Rune War Horse has been completely scrapped.

Ranster frowned, there was no means of transportation in this cold and snowy land, coupled with the danger of being chased by the orc tribe at any time, and now the situation of the two of them could be said to be exhausted.

He subconsciously raised his eyes and swept the endless snow in front of him, and suddenly saw a gray figure moving quickly towards the dim sky and the place where the snow was connected.

"Moria!" He shouted and drew his sword again, and the female mage, who had been reminded, gathered her spells again and took on a fighting stance.

The speed of the other party was beyond Ranster's imagination, and in a few breaths he was already not far from the two of them, and then jumped lightly and landed on the rocks beside him.

Its dark green eyes glared coldly at Lancet, who was like a great enemy, and threw the corpse of the ice wolf in its mouth in front of the other party.

Ranster saw the collar of the Bronka tribe around the neck of the wolf corpse at a glance, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. It was obvious that this was the corpse of the wolf warrior who had just escaped.

The silvery-white fur with a grey fur on its back leaped up to him, raising its wet nose and sniffing at Lancet's body.

Lancet maintained a sword-wielding posture, and had an impression of the distinctive hound in his mind.

He racked his brain to remember where he had seen a similar beast, and finally found the answer in the dream of Yaling Remnant.

He had seen an identical hound in the dream of the Yaling Sword Mage Kerena, when he had learned the spell of the spell and had a non-communicative exchange with Kerena in the dream.

It's clear that it's a fairy fertile wilderness hound, but I don't know how it ended up here?

"This hound doesn't show the slightest hostility towards himself, could it be related to his identity as a sword mage?"

As Lancet pondered, the hound had sniffed its nose at the dimensional pouch around his waist.

After a moment's thought, he lightly put away his weapon, reached out and opened the seal of the bag, and poured the contents onto the snow.

Money bags, scrolls, torches, sleeping bags...... Everything fell to the ground with a "thud".

The hound's nose moved quickly through the pile of debris, and soon found what he was looking for.

The tarnished fragment of a dead page.

In the distance, the dark clouds in the sky pressed towards this direction, and a gust of wind mixed with snowflakes swept the land.

A blizzard is coming.

It looked up at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, picked up the fragments of the pages on the ground and walked towards the depths of the snow-capped mountains.

After a few steps, the hound looked back at Lancet and the mage behind him, as if motioning for them to follow.

"Keep up with it." Ranster immediately packed up his belongings on the ground, and ran with the mage towards the mountain after the hounds that were gradually gaining speed.

The Wilderness Hound moved faster and faster, and just as Ranster was about to follow them, it turned its head into the snow and disappeared from their sight.

Ranster ran over and found nothing in the snow, and he looked back to the nearby rock wall and pulled Ed out of his cloak.

"Did you know people would freeze to death here?" Raven complained angrily that the icy snow of the North was the coldest place in all of Tyrenriel, and even if it was not afraid of the cold, it could not stand the biting chill here.

"Let's see if we can find anything." Ranster touched the rough stone wall, and he was sure that he was not mistaken, that the hound had clearly run here and disappeared.

Ed's little eyes rolled, and he soon noticed something strange on the stone wall.

"There's something wrong with this wall, Lancet." Ed jumped up from Ranster's shoulder and tapped his beak lightly on the stone wall.

A secret door silently slid open from the stone wall, revealing a pitch-black space inside.