The word is newly added, Zhao Qian is very sure. Because he didn't have anything last time he came.

He stood there and looked carefully at what was supposed to be someone's handiwork for himself, then got up and walked back to the academy district. The abrupt line of Chinese characters disappeared quickly after he read it.

Now whether it is used or not is no longer in the scope of my consideration, at least I have a clue and a goal.

He turned around and walked up, the sunlight outside streaming through the glass of a stained-glass window at the end of the hallway.

The line on the wall is supposed to be the handwriting of a prop.

As he walked, he was still wondering how the white pawn knew his purpose, but the two of them appeared at the door of the building that the academy had long abandoned.

The two of them stood facing each other, as if it had been a long time, and at a considerable distance, in a sense, they were more like a confrontation.

is a very forced stalemate, like those chivalrous in some film and television dramas or novels.

And most importantly, he knew both of them. One was the leader of most of the travelers around Hagrid's hut, and the other was the man who had visited him twice recently, the White Pawn.

"You really think that I can't help you with a tiger skin, white chicken."

The man said in a deep voice, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his words, but no matter how low the cowboy hat above his head was, it couldn't hide his expression.

At least Zhao Qian could see it clearly, he gritted his teeth, revealing his left canine tooth. His right hand hung low, and he dragged an axe that looked like a felling wood. The weapon is ordinary, but the edge of the axe blade has a striking silver glow, which must have been artificially plated later.

"We have two strengths, horns, we know this in our hearts."

"But I have brothers." The horn interrupted rudely, his voice gruff and penetrating, without the hoarseness that Zhao Qian had when he first greeted him. It was the voice of anger burning in the throat.

"Didn't any of them come?" The white pawn was still wearing the top hat on his head, and said lightly. It was as if to tell him a fact about the man across from him.

Your people are blocked by something.

"Snort"

"You really think that little guy with ghoul blood you arranged to hide in the forbidden forest, I didn't notice it." Horn looked up and said, his two eyes were not equal at all on his face, one large and one small, and most importantly, the large one of his was blank, as if it were nothing. Déjà vu.

"Not killing him is not to give you face, but to ask him to help me deal with those who don't buy me."

"How?"

The white pawn lowered his head and struck a match, lighting himself the cigarette that had been in his mouth for a long time. The two of them have been calculating each other all along, not once or twice. This time, he was annoyed, so he was serious.

"My people are coming."

He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Qian on the side.

"And, today, you, are dead."

He said word by word, and at the end of the sentence, he didn't forget to puff out the smoke ring.

Zhao Qian stood there, looking a little inexplicable. It seemed that all of a sudden, he became the focus of a battle, like the inexplicable straw on the balance scales.

Although it is not heavy, it is enough to affect the battle in some ways. He shrugged his shoulders and took a half step back, motioning for you to feel free. He knew very well that now, neither of them looked at him in their eyes, and the only purpose of the white pawn asking him was just to disturb the other's mind.

Moreover, it does not look like it is living up to expectations.

"Huh." Horn glared and then continued to look at his opponent. "Like, your dog isn't very obedient."

The step moved at that moment, as if the white pawn opposite him would not be allowed to resist. The axe moved at will, slicing through the air, and the cacophony tore at everyone's eardrums.

The momentum is like Mount Tai pressing the top.

Split Huashan!

The pawn squinted at the blow, and his hand reached out to catch it. Pick up the axe blade empty-handed, and there is still some leeway to cut it.

Zhao Qian watched outside, and he retreated vigilantly step by step. I am obviously not on the same level as them.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that I still have people who are doing things, for example, killing werewolves."

As if to deliberately stimulate his opponent, the two of them went back and forth, and the white pawn didn't forget to speak. As if thinking of something, the axe horn that had been waving there suddenly changed its face.

"No, you won't."

Another axe, and he glanced at his opponent's already burned right hand, as if to interrupt him, or to convince himself.

The axe was obviously at room temperature, and it didn't infect the air around it. But when the white pawn's hand touched, it was like touching a piece of red-hot iron.

"You, white chicken, never trust anyone. It's the most important part of the world, and you won't be dragging me along here. ”

As he spoke, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat.

"It's good, but I have it too."

The axe sank, the horn looked like a hoplite, the blank, wide eyes turned scarlet, and he began to fight for his life with the white pawn who had been blocking with his hands across from him. Wounds for wounds, blood for blood.

The faster and faster it hits, it seems that there is a tendency to be unable to contain it. There is no need to stop it, both of them know each other's thoughts and kill each other.

With an axe, he didn't defend himself after all, and chopped off the right half of his arm. But his enemies didn't seem to take advantage of it.

An antelope's horn-like claws.

In his left hand, he was playing with the liver, an organ that had been ripped out of the wound in the belly of the horn. Bai Zui originally wanted to dig out his heart, but the opponent was an experienced strong man who broke his arm and sacrificed his liver to protect his heart.

Lose both.

"Whew!"

In the distance, a wolf howl suddenly sounded, which made the faces of the two people in the battle suddenly change.

"Hahaha. Unexpectedly, the only time you have trusted the wrong person. Horn laughed as his opponent blushed.

"The Hungry." The white pawn gritted his teeth and said, eager to tear the life in his mouth.

glanced at Zhao Qian, who was still on the side just now, and didn't know when he hid.

Everything has not been going in a normal direction since now, because of the betrayal of his own men, his own brother, the hungry ghost.

"Whew!" The wolf howled, accompanied by a whimper.

The horror was getting closer, and the whole of Hogwarts fell silent. That's where that hole card comes into play.

It was a scroll of Silent Hill that he had worked so hard to get from the team leader, and it could pull nearby monsters and travelers into another force field, albeit for a short time, only an hour.

But now, it all seems to have gone in vain.

This place, if you don't get it right, will become your own grave.

"White chicken, it doesn't feel good to be betrayed by the people under your own hands. Hahaha. The horn on the side fanned the flames.

This makes the atmosphere of the scene even more eerie.

Because, the wolf has arrived.

The two scarred people present looked at the werewolf in front of them with a somewhat suffocated aura, and for a while, it seemed that there was nothing to do.