A few months ago, on a cold night.

Black Domain.

The wind and snow have been falling for half a month, and there is still no intention of fading.

The tall silhouettes of pale snow-capped mountains loom in the midst of the raging snowstorm.

At this moment, in a corner of heaven and earth, a black shadow suddenly pierced the sky and quickly moved towards the depths of the snow-capped mountain.

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Silver Shadow Warband, a towering castle.

The castle was brightly lit, with piles of torches lit on the walls, and the occasional patrol of guards could be seen.

On such a dark, cold, and harsh night, the whole castle still emits enough light to penetrate the darkness and dispel the cold temperature.

Emperor Dharma is really wealthy, and when the smuggling line of energy stones is broken, he can still maintain a sufficient supply to the Silver Shadow Warband.

But on the other side, just a few hundred meters from the castle, in one of the towers, it was pitch black.

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At the foot of the snow-capped mountains, a tall stone tower was built here.

Around the tower, there are only vast snowfields, and there are no buildings.

Like an orphan abandoned by that castle, silent and desolate.

The towering towers are crumbling in the wind and snow and are in danger of being blown down at any moment.

At the back of the tower, a ladder made of steel descends overhead, which is the only way to the top of the tower from the outside.

Ascending the cold, slippery iron ladder, about 400 meters up, you reach the top of the tower, a small stone hut.

The hut was the simplest of spire structures, with no windows or doors, except for a trapdoor on the ground.

The iron ladder leads to this door.

The whole tower, under the cover of the night, did not have a trace of life, it was dark, and it was colder than the snow-capped mountains behind.

No matter how you look at it, such a building doesn't look like a person.

Even many people in the Silver Shadow Warband think so.

Even many people, in their daily patrols and work, automatically ignore this lonely and miserable tower.

In their eyes, this tower, like the thousands of snow-capped mountains in the Black Domain, is not worth a second glance.

But at this moment, in the terrifying roar of the wind, inside the tower, an old sigh sounded one after another.

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Through the trapdoor, you can enter the stone house above.

It was extremely cold inside, and the wind was blowing through the hall, mixed with large snowflakes pouring in through the cracks in the walls.

There are no illuminated lights, and there is no fire for heating.

The only light source in the room came from the fireplace in the corner, the pile of wood that was about to burn.

Silky dark red sparks, constantly jumping out of the charred wood, and then disappearing into the cold air that filled the room.

It won't be long before these Mars will disappear completely.

With a "hiss", black and red sparks splashed out of the fireplace and landed on the ground not far away.

Only then did I notice that on the originally cold stone floor, there were some cold and damp blades of grass, and on top of this, there was actually a person curled up.

The man was skinny, and even the joints of his bones protruded from under his thin clothes.

Without shoes, the bare feet and soles of the feet exposed in the air are covered with vine-like wrinkles.

Weak, pale, powerless.

As a cold wind blew, the man couldn't help but tremble, and a few strands of dry white hair flew up on his head.

Although he was lying on the blade of grass and couldn't see his face, there were all kinds of signs that this person must be very old.

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Although the storm had no intention of stopping, the early morning in the Black Domain still arrived a few hours later.

In the castle of the Silver Shadow Warband, all the guards and team members have started a busy day.

The sound of slogans, footsteps, and chaotic fights came and went.

On this morning, as always chaotic, no one noticed that a man dressed in fine cloth had quietly left through a remote side door of the castle.

He was carrying something in his hand, but he was still hurrying.

Soon, his figure was obscured by the snowflakes in the sky, and even the footprints on the ground were blown away by the wind.

Dozens of minutes later, on the iron ladder of that tower, the man in cloth reappeared.

Only here, he didn't have to worry about being seen, because visibility was very low in a blizzard.

Coupled with the fact that the surrounding area is completely empty, there is no risk of exposure at all.

On the slippery iron ladder, he climbed very quickly, probably too cold, and after a few minutes, the trapdoor was forcefully opened.

The man in the cloth was covered in snow, and his face was covered with frost.

"Ahhh

The man shouted angrily as he threw the object in his hand to the ground.

"Eat, old fellow, there is no guarantee that there will be another meal after eating this meal!"

"I want to protest to Captain Gao, why does this kind of drudgery always fall on my head!"

"I'm quitting!"

The man stomped his feet and angrily ripped off the hood on his head, because he was already wet from the wind and snow.

The old man crawling on the ground struggled to grab the package that the man had thrown away.

Dirty Brie was holding a few pieces of flat bread and a bottle of water.

The bread was covered with mold, and the bottle of water had long since been frozen solid.

"Xinda, how can this be drudgery? In the world, things that are more bitter than this abound, and complaining can't solve the problem, you-"

"Old guy, shut up, have this strength, think more about yourself, haha, I see that you are not as good as a day, and when you breathe, I will be relieved."

The old man shook his head, and instead of speaking, struggled to sit up from the blade of grass, grabbed a loaf of bread, and unhurriedly put it into his mouth.

Xinda looked at him eating, and felt a wave of resentment in his heart.

Dai Lao, who is already very old, has been in this cold place for so many days, and he is not dead, and he still has the strength to eat!

Xinda really wanted to get rid of him with a knife, but... He didn't dare...

"Dai Lao, the recent wind and snow are really big, can you still stand it?" Xinda said ill-intentionedly.

The old man named Dai Lao raised his head, although he was tortured, his rare light blue eyes were still very spiritual, "Don't worry, this bit of wind and snow is nothing to me." ”

"Tell the Emperor Dharma - if you are qualified to see him - I will never die here."

"Ahem!" Xinda couldn't help but want to laugh, but she still held back and turned into a dry cough, "Dai Lao, to be honest, it's just a matter of time, by the way, the winter in the Black Domain has just begun, this wind and snow will get bigger and colder, and when the time comes, even the people in the castle will not be able to survive, if you are here... Hehe... ”

Dai Lao slowly chewed a mouthful of bread, slowly raised his head, looked at Xinda, a little sympathetic and a little ridiculous, "Who said that I would always be here?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a huge crackling sound came from behind Xinda's ears.

"Ah!!h Xinda was shocked and fell to the ground.

In an instant, a dazzling purple light appeared in front of him.

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