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"Damn, it's getting colder and colder, it's summer!"

"Yes, since three months ago, not only has the weather not warmed up, but it has become colder than before. ”

On the watchtower, two sentries in charge of the guard were complaining about the weather.

It's just that from their upright standing posture and sharp and restrained eyes.

It can be seen that they are only complaining verbally.

The effect of the cold on them is so limited that it is almost negligible.

Watching everything in front of them, they will squint their eyes from time to time, and they seem to be able to see farther and more clearly through such movements.

"There are people, two big and one small, judging from the movements, they are all professionals. ”

The older sentry walked quickly, and he was the first to spot three pure black figures walking in his direction from beyond the endless white snowfield, one foot deep and one shallow.

"See, this speed is indeed a professional. "The younger sentinel saw the figure a few seconds later in the evening.

In his eyes, although the three figures walked a little awkwardly, they walked very fast, and it was by no means like ordinary people could do it.

Suddenly, a chill of wind blew abruptly on the young sentry's face, waking him up in deep thought.

He looked up at the sky, and there were clouds everywhere he could see, and a heavy snow was coming.

So the young sentry kept his posture and asked, "Uncle Ken, shall we send a sled to pull them?"

"No, we don't need to worry about professionals who can come here on just two legs. ”

The older sentry also maintains a straight forward stance, expressing his disapproval.

After speaking, the elder sentry silently recited in his heart: "Professional...... Looks like we'll have to call in the patrol of the Bitter Fortress again. ”

......

"Vincent, your decision really sucks. ”

Due to her false identity, Avella had to show strength in line with her identity, a small first-order stalker.

Originally, according to her seventh-order strength, even if she walked on this kind of snow with a depth of nearly one meter, she would be walking on the ground.

It's like now, as soon as you step down, you get to the knee level.

What made Avella most angry was that someone was willing to take the group on a sled, but Vincent refused on the grounds that he had no money.

"Do you think he really wants to make money for a ride on us?" Vincent was not annoyed, but patiently explained why.

"An ordinary person, do you dare to attack us?" said Avella, in a disdainful tone.

"You think so, and the other party wants you to think so. Vincent smiled mysteriously.

Avella frowned, then hesitated, "Test us?"

"Avensi, you explain it to her, I'll look at Wenwen. ”

With that, Vincent reached into his arms and stroked the bow that felt so good.

Shortly after leaving the Immortal Abyss, Wen Wen suddenly told Vincent that she could be promoted to the ranks.

During the promotion period, she will try her best to shrink her body, and in the end, she will only leave her original pink bow.

Thinking of this, Vincent once again silently read out the team interface, and next to Wenwen's current status column, there were five big words written in the promotion.

After a few strokes, Vincent took his hand out and put it back in the place where he had placed the strap in the beginning.

Vincent and his entourage, each carrying a canvas bag that matched their figure.

It contained their own change of clothes and some necessary utensils.

And these are the correct disguises made by Vincent in order to make his group more in line with the identity of the escape, after deliberately asking some people.

As for those important things, Vincent and his party naturally put them in the safest personal space.

On the other hand, after listening to Avancy's careful explanation, Avira called the world of adults really boring.

Vincent shook his head, smiling silently.

Two days ago, when they had refilled the necessary supplies in a small town and were about to head to the final destination of their group, the town of Asgar.

An ordinary and enthusiastic man came to Vincent's side, and he was extremely respectful to Vincent, who was also a professional.

Especially when he learned that the three Vincents, who were obviously members of the family, were going to Esgard, his ecstatic expression was instantly overflowing.

Excited to the point of red-faced, he patted his chest and introduced his identity to the three Vincents.

It turned out that his name was James, and he was a resident of the small town of Asgard.

His job was to use sleds to transport people like Vincent to settle in the small town of Asgard.

Of course, it's not free.

Vincent refused, citing the excuse that all his money and goods had been spent on supplies while he had been on the run.

And James probably saw that Vincent and the three were professionals, and he proposed to Vincent that he could take Vincent and the three to Esgard Town first.

As for the sleigh fee, just pay it back to Vincent when he earns money in the future.

Vincent still shook his head, and he used the excuse that he had a true god oath that he would not be credited, and once again stated that he and the others did not need to ride the sled.

In order to completely dispel the idea of the "enthusiastic and kind-hearted" James, the three Vincents did not even rest, and took advantage of the night to walk into the darkness with torches held high.

Vincent knew that with the true strength of the three of them, no matter how much James calculated, he would not be able to cause even the slightest damage to them.

But Vincent didn't want to expose his strength too soon before he entered Asgard Town.

If the group got on James's sleigh, no matter how far things would go, the first to be found by the patrol would be Vincennes.

"I'll be there soon, cheer up. ”

Vincent reminded loudly as he looked at the town wall that was beginning to emerge in the distance.

"I know ~ the way ~ . Avella dragged out a long note and replied weakly.

Avensia was silent, seemingly unprepared to respond to Vincent's words.

Along the way, Avensie maintained her usual silent style most of the time, except for the occasional conversation with Avella.

But Vincent knew that Avensi's silence now was different from the coldness before.

Avensi, who was before returning to the abyss, rarely took the initiative to speak in front of outsiders.

But in private, Avensi, for those who take the initiative to talk to her, generally speaking, is just a little different in response.

Unlike now, Vincent's words she didn't bother to respond.

"Find a time to apologize, and of course, she has to apologize to me. Vincent, who withdrew his gaze, muttered to himself.

As time passed, Vincent and the others finally saw clearly what kind of buildings were made of around the town of Asgard, which was more than twenty meters high.

Logs, which are nearly one meter in diameter, have been artificially inserted deep into the land of the small town of Eisgard.

On each log, there is something like a metal chain, which is intertwined and bound to each other.

From a distance, the ice edge hangs upside down, and the edge is exposed.

The wooden gate, which was the same height as the town wall, was slowly opened from the inside as Vincent's three approached.

Three tall figures were walking out from the small town of Asgard.

"It seems that they are here to greet us. ”