When Cross opened her eyes, it was like a big dream.

She looked over the bed and saw that she was the only one left, and the voices of her sisters came from outside the closed door.

Glancing at the ceiling, Cross closed her eyes, the illusion of returning to the dream was overwriting her mind, and this time, she was awake to reunite with her children in the action of the icy world of Oslo in the far north.

Cross closed her eyes, and the rabbit who only heard her own heartbeat counted her heartbeat, like a drumbeat, slowly, and heavily, until it seemed to jump over the water, feeling the biting cold, the wind howling outside the window blew with a blizzard, and the snowflakes flew into the room through the broken window, and sitting opposite the small fire was Nanaki House, who claimed to be the mysterious being of his daughter.

"Let's go." Because it was a reenactment of the dream, the previous action was completely fixed, and Cross nodded, picking up the gun against the wall beside her.

This is the Far North 1,800 years later, where there is no more chaos and no more gods.

Cross didn't know what it was all about, how chaos disappeared, how the gods disappeared, and the child didn't know - in her time, the gods had become the existence of legends, and chaos could only be seen in horror, humanity had begun to emerge from the shadow of the world war, the western human world had united towards a better tomorrow, and tech hunters like her children were trying to explore the unknown side of this world.

Turning on the purple searchlight above her head and slapping herself on the anti-undead shield, her child pushed the door open, her gun pointed in the direction it opened, and Cross turned her head to look to the other side, and after making sure it was safe, she left a detection spirit behind.

"Good habits, or too careful, I often come here, it is considered a white zone that knows the roots, and we only enter the black zone after walking through the steel overpass in front." Nanaki said, "Ancestor...... Did you hear of any great people in your time? ”

"Why do you ask?" Cross looked at the corridor that had been so old and still hadn't decayed the metal surface.

"Because there has always been a problem in the mage world, Chaos and the gods disappeared at the same time, what will cause them to disappear together, we don't know, but we rummaged through the diaries of the ancients of your time, and found a problem, a person's name is missing, we found an unrecognizable name in the diaries of many well-known people, we only know that he is very powerful, with enough wisdom and strength comparable to the gods, and even ...... And maybe my ancestors, so, ancestors, you know. ”

"Marlin?" Without thinking, Cross gave a name.

"What?" The kid turned to look at Cross, "Did you just say anything, I only know a very short distorted note." ”

Cross smiled: "That person should be my husband, I don't know why you all forgot him, I don't know, why people in that era forgot him, but I will always remember who he is...... He's Marin Gayat, my husband. ”

"Your husband's last name is Gaiat? You must have said the full name, but why can't I hear the full name? The child was very puzzled, but in the next second, her eyes suddenly widened as if she had thought of something: "I can't hear his name, it means that his existence has been erased by the world!" ”

yes, Cross nodded very sadly.

She returned to her dreams to confirm it.

Marin Gayat disappeared in later history.

With his disappearance, so did the chaos and the gods...... Cross didn't know what it was all about.

Can I help Marlin? I...... I must be able to, it was Mr. Marin who brought me out of the sea of suffering, and I should do something for him.

For the first time, Cross prayed to herself, and as a mage, she was the only one she could trust.

………………

"Cross, you're up late." Nova looked at the bunny girl in front of her and smiled and said hello: "What's the matter, it looks so listless...... Wait a minute, how do you have a surgical reaction? ”

Cross looked at the kitchen and found that Marin and Old Gayat were not there, and his visit made Ruivo raise his hand: "Marin and Old Mr. Gayat are out, there is something on the Witcher's Guild, the old man went to do something, Marin went to help." ”

"That's good...... I'm going back to dreaming, I had the same dream you had last night. Cross paused at this point so that her eager sisters could speak first.

"That's great, you have such dreams too, and now only Faye hasn't dreamed." Nova looked at Faye after speaking: "But considering that we have both had dreams, you should be soon." ”

"Revo has a dream, too?" Cross asked.

"Yes, a child named Mamar Moka Haus, is my child, very young, and the youngest brother in the family, who is very confused about the future." Rivo said.

Cross was silent for a moment: "Have you ever asked your children who their ancestors were?" ”

"I didn't." Rivo shook her head, and then she was very keen to spot the problem - her sisters fell silent.

Faye, the only one who had never dreamed, frowned urgently: "What do you mean?" ”

"When I was in my dream, my children told me that in the future times, Mr. Marin's existence was erased, and the circumstances ......," Cross recounted the ins and outs of the incident.

When Cross finished speaking, Nova frowned strangely: "I...... I haven't really asked my kids about it, and if I ever see one of them, I'll ask. ”

"Me too, Cross, how did you find out, how did I not think of it!" Ruivo, who is also a mage, was silent when he said this: "Wait a minute, you mean to say that Marin has disappeared from history?" ”

"Yes, besides that, when I said the name, my kid didn't even say he could pronounce the name Marin."

With that, Cross sat down on the couch: "We...... We have to do something, my sisters. ”

“…… Of course, we must do something, and remember, the next time we dive into a dream, we must ask our children well. After Faye finished speaking, he sat down beside Cross: "Don't worry, Cross, if there is a real problem, we will definitely be able to help Marin." ”

"Yes, we will be able to help Marin." Nova reached out and wiped Kloss's ears behind her head, "Don't worry, let's get things checked." ”

………………

At the same time, the Northern Kingdom, Copenhagen.

As soon as Marin came out of the teleportation channel, he felt the chill in the hall, but it was okay, thinking of this, Marin, who was in the form of one meter eight, took care of his collar, and then glanced at his adoptive father who wrapped himself in a ball, who was also looking at his adoptive son, his face full of words.

"You see, I'm a half-blood, the one with the blood of the Frost Giant." After speaking, Marin pointed to the group of witchers in a corner of the hall who were looking at him dumbfounded: "Is that them?" ”

"yes, it's them, hey, old Jack, you're not dead."

"You haven't died of such a scourge, how could I die." The old man walked over, and the two old guys eventually hugged each other tightly.

"Long time no see, my old friend, it's a pleasure to see you again."

"I'm the same, I was worried when I heard that you were going to give up your search for the truth, but the other day I heard that you have become a legend, and the chances of life are really indescribable, my old friend, by the way, this is my adopted son and my apprentice, Nils Bohr."

"Hello, Marin Gayat, old Mr. Jack." Marin took a step forward and held out his hand.

Laughing and shaking hands with Marin, the old man turned his head to look at old Gaiat: "Everyone is a child who picks up, why is your old dog's luck so good?!" ”

The latter laughed and shook Nils' hand, then patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, only fourteen years old, he is already an official witcher." ”

"You've won a prize, I've heard the story of Lord Marin, he's a real hero."

The young man had short dark brown hair, and the Northland man was already tall, and with a straight waist, he looked very energetic.

"Ha, he's just a good brain, plus the blessing technique is affinity, he uses guns and spells to beat those undead is really handy." Old Jack looked at Marlin as he said this: "Of course, the children can't compare to you." ”

"I'm not a child anymore, sir." Marin replied with a smile.

"You are much more sensible than your father, and you are very polite." After Old Jack finished speaking, he motioned for Marin and Gayat to follow him: "Come on, two, there is a carriage outside the door, let's go back to the Witcher's Guild, talk on the way." ”

On the way back to the Witcher's Guild, Marin was briefed on the mission - in the east of Copenhagen, across the strait is Malamer, a major border town in the northern province of the Northern Kingdom, and from there to the north, the uninhabited Far North, and to the east, the dangerous Black Zone.

Fifteen kilometers northeast of Malamo, a hunting party of the Frost Giants was attacked, and thirteen of the fifteen were killed, and only one half-boy fled back to Malamo with a half-dead maiden.

Unable to identify the target, there seems to be only one enemy, Malama is currently guarding against the threat from the Eastern Dark, the Chaos forces are gathering, the defenders cannot muster their forces to pursue that single target, and the Far North is already very dangerous, only the Frost Giants and humans with enough northerner blood can go there without freezing to death.

Thirteen of the Frost Giants had already died, and their main force was in the Autonomous Region of Amiens, west of Copenhagen, and was gathering forces to join the Malamo Line, and it was impossible to come immediately.

So, the Witcher's Guild decided to take on the task - and when it came to choosing a member with enough abilities, Old Jack thought of Old Gaiat.

As a legend, old Gaiatte certainly wouldn't be afraid of the extreme cold on the edge of the Far North, and if Marin could join - a legendary half-blood frost giant, he still had absolute strength, and with Marin's help, Old Jack felt that he was only afraid of being able to walk sideways in the Far North.

"Didn't that group of frost giants see the monster?" Marin asked.

"Yes, I didn't find out, the half-sized man was so frightened that he said that the thing could go invisible in broad daylight, he couldn't find him at all, and he used crossbow arrows to kill people, much like the kind of heavy military crossbow that requires great strength to control.

"It's a little troublesome, if the other party has enhanced stealth, do you have any spectral goggles here?" Marin asked.

"What's that?" Old Jack was a little confused.

"That's fine, when I get to the Witcher's Guild, I'll go to my workshop and get a batch myself." Marin said this, and at the same time thought to himself, your northern king country has a great cause, and the Demon Hunter Guild should have a lot of good new weapons, and when the time comes, let's see what these northerners are playing.

With this in mind, Marin and the three of them arrived at the witcher's northern headquarters in Copenhagen.

Well, this façade looks better than the broken door in Fort Carter, following Old Jack to push the door in, Marin looked at the hall in front of him with a strong historical heritage and had a good impression - you see, this table is good, our Fort Carter has always been simple, but there is still a lack of such a table.

"Hal! Take our guys out and show them to our guests! ”

So one of the guards ran to the back, and after a while, he ran with a pile of guns on his back, and Old Jack put them on the table, and looked at Marin: "How is it, our muskets." ”

Marin trembled and picked up a front-loading flintlock musket: "This thing...... I didn't see it when I first entered the church! ”

"What?" Old Jack had a puzzled look on his face.

"My child just knows how to be polite, I'll help you translate his words." The old man coughed dryly, "It's all rubbish." ”

Just when the two old men were about to feed each other old fists for whether these were garbage or not, Marlin had already returned from his workshop, and when Marin put the same pile of guns on the table, he saw a dwarf coming in from the gate of the Demon Hunter's Guild, and as soon as he saw Marin, he pounced: "Your Excellency Marin! Welcome to the Northland! Our king has told you where you are, do you have anything to build, we can make bullets! ”

"Then please make a batch of bullets according to the following specifications." Marin wrote down the contents on a piece of paper and handed it to him.

Then I saw the old dwarf take off the salute, and then hurry away through the small door next to the gate.

“…… Is this a gun? Old Jack looked at the Christmas trees that Marlin had brought with him in disbelief.

"yes, it's a gun." After Marin finished speaking, he picked them up and looked at Nils: "Do you have an underground shooting range here, I'll take you there." ”

Nils nodded, and led Marin to the basement, followed by a crowd of witchers eager to see a lively one.

Arriving at the gun platform at the range, Marin put the guns away one by one, and then put on the chest plate of the quick-pull carrier, first a demonstration of the shotgun, and Marlin hung the quick reload plate to the live buckle on the chest plate.

The professional rapid-fire twin-shot reload calmed everyone from the very beginning, everyone is a knife-licking person, and those who know it understand what Marlin's reload speed means.

And when Marin ran out of all the bullets as fast as he could, the guild leader couldn't wait to appear in front of Marin and start placing an order - in his opinion, it only took three shotguns to turn an entire corridor into a purgatory made of bullets.

"No problem, you can go to Mr. Dwarf just now, and he will collect your order and pass it on to me." As Marin said this, he took down the quick-reload plate that had run out of bullets, and this time hung up the quadruple double-layer magazine pockets.

Marlin picked up the short-barreled assault rifle, first showed off the Marin Arsenal's fist products, then pulled the bolt, opened the safe, and sent all the bullets in the 45-round magazine to the target under the stunned gaze of all the witchers.

Then he pulled out the magazine, put it on a different side, and handed it to old Jack: "Come, Mr. Jack, you can give it a try." ”

Marin smiled, a genuine smile that no arms dealer had ever had.

Believe me, no one, except for a wallet, will refuse an assault rifle.