The eyes of the night are full of melancholy, like the blue ancient Qin Sea surging in front of him.

As Ektrova said, he was a coward, and he did not draw his sword in the face of his enemies, because he was self-aware, or he lacked the courage to be flawed.

He was nothing more than a third-rate warrior in Sleeping Snow City, far from being an opponent of those underworld warriors.

Looking at the opposite direction of the ancient Qinhai at night, in the depths of the vast white ice and snow continent in the distance, on the top of the distant snow-capped mountains, there used to be a magnificent city, where the most powerful people of the entire continent lived, and that was his hometown.

"Excellent" sword skills once surprised the Great Snow Mountain, but he only learned a little bit of it.

"Ektrova, I can teach you how to master this sword!"

Ectrova was overjoyed by his words at night, and with such sword skills, he might be able to challenge Pakar in the future and become the number one warrior of the clan.

One word resolved the disagreement between the two people, and they became friends.

"Look!" shouted Isicelle.

It turned out that a group of eel flew out of the sea, and they sometimes skimmed the sea, sometimes brushed the sea, and sometimes floated to the bottom of the sea.

They have ten pairs of wings, like bird feathers and fins, and the tips of the wings have scales that sparkle in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The ancient Qinhai Sea is full of mystery-like colors, reminiscent of an ancient legend.

Legend has it that the sea is inhabited by the winged Quetzalcoatl, who can control the sea and can also ride storms, and the clan has several wooden pillars on the altar carved its image, and the priest Kukurkan prays to Quetzalcoatl whenever there is a drought or bad weather!

There are many legends about Quetzalcoatl, and the statues on the wooden pillars are also varied.

Some say that Quetzalcoatl represents evil and gouges out people's hearts, while others say that Quetzalcoatl brings good weather and good fortune to the clan.

Diametrically opposed, so the Clan is reluctant to admit that they are related to Quetzalcoatl.

Someone once asked Kukulkan, and he only vaguely said that Quetzalcoatl would make waves when he was drunk, and bring blessings to the beetles when he was sober.

When I listened to Ektrova tell this legend at night, my expression was a little stunned.

"It's getting dark!"

Isicel urges them that it is time to go back.

The next day, Taynight found Adrien, because he had heard that the chief was interested in finding a warrior to accompany him in hunting monsters in the old woods, but there was no suitable candidate.

Adrien had some scruples, because Tnight was a foreigner after all.

"Chief, trust me not to betray the beetle, but I won't join, for I've always been an Aurora, even if I'm the only one left in Snowy City. Besides, it's not convenient for me to stay with you, because some people are starting to get suspicious!"

That's a good excuse.

Adrion knew that the so-called suspicious person must be Ektrova, and he believed that a man who did not betray his own people would not betray him either, not to mention that he had saved the life of Tnight. In addition, there is another reason, looking for warriors to protect the monster hunting beasts, and I can't find a suitable candidate for a while.

Adrien hesitated, he did not know what other reason the foreigner had to do so, for it would be hard and even isolated to go there.

"Demon hunting beasts have saved my life, and I want to find a quiet place to practice swordsmanship, I have an agreement with Ektrova......"

The last words of the night finally touched Adrien.

Tnight, Ektrova, and Isicel sat on a smoky sled dog plow, and they brought only a few simple household items, for the main material of the house was wood, which was where the wood was produced.

It took three days to dig a cellar and then build the four walls with logs, which was done to prevent moisture, and cleanliness was also an important reason. Finally, a whole piece of wood is used to dig a trough and make a wooden ladder.

The cliff where I came last time with Ektrova and Isischel has become a place for night sword practice.

This cliff was given a name, Temper Cliff: it means to lift forward and hone the will.

Ectrova sometimes came to stay for a few days, and Isischel would come, but she always came with Ektrava. The three of them practiced excellent knife skills together at the Cliff.

What puzzled them was that he only practiced drawing and drawing knives at night, just such a simple action, he had to repeat it thousands of times a day, and every time he climbed the cliff, his legs and arms were full of sandbags, and even when he practiced knives, he didn't untie these sandbags.

From then on, whether it was morning or dusk, you could always see a person wielding a knife on the cliff.

Time has changed, and the surroundings of the cliff are already full of greenery.

The summer in the Ice and Snow Continent is very short, so short that people don't have time to enjoy this scenery, so short that it is only a blink of an eye, and autumn is here!

Looking at the fallen leaves flying overhead, this is the second early autumn experience of stepping on the night to come to the cliff!

Ektrawa looked at him and said, "The day after tomorrow is my wedding with Isischel, I hope you can come." It's been two years since the last competition, and I wonder how many rounds we'll be able to fight this time?"

Ektrava was pleased with the progress he had made over the past two years, and his natural strength combined with his superb swordsmanship, self-confidence, and night-treading competition should have been able to defeat this man in a very short period of time, at least not like last time - let him hold on for dozens of rounds.

What is surprising is that as long as he draws the knife in the night, he has already lost, because the knife is faster than the wind!

"I'm not ready, not this time!"

Ektrawa found a reason.

This time he was on full alert, staring at the ugly woodcutter, but he only saw the other man's knife move, and the knife rested on his neck again, and the broad-bladed sword in his hand only had time to shake.

"What the hell!"

Ektrawa was reluctant, but there was no point in continuing to compare.

"The knife is alive, just like the limbs of a person, and when the knife becomes as flexible as the limbs, it will take the lead! In fact, the first move cannot be the first to take the lead, and the result of continuing to compare may be the same as two years ago. ”

Hearing Thaye's explanation, he was still confused.

He was three years older than Ta Ye, and two years ago he was half a head taller than this man, and he was more athletic than the other man! But now, except for a slight advantage in height, the other party has surpassed him in a degree of athleticism, which can be seen from the bare muscles.

Two years ago, I thought I was slightly better than the other party, but now I feel like I am the other party's student.

Ektrova left confused, for tomorrow he was going to prepare for his wedding.