"You bastard!ah——" the man howled as he fell miserably from the side of Silver Dust, a real freefall.

"You noble species, don't you even have a parachute!" said the magician's voice in the distance, his tone full of mockery.

The man couldn't have carried a parachute, because there was no need for the "dress" on his body to expand into something like a flying wingsuit. The man fell at high speed and didn't know where to pull at the same time, the black robe clicked to start the machine, and a large number of cloth curtains sprayed out, supported by several thin spiritual threads, turning into huge flying wings.

However, the flying wing with only one side of the wing could not support the man's weight and hope of flight, just as an airplane with only one wing left could not continue to fly in any way. Not only was the lift insufficient, but the unbalanced lift also caused a serious tailspin, and the man fell from a high altitude to a spinning high fall the moment he turned on the dress machine.

And the silver dust, escorted by the wind and snow, slowly landed.

【April 12, Midnight of the First Year of Heisei】

When the silver dust fell, it was already the time when the morning light was up, but the direction in which the morning light was lit up was too far north.

Where Silver Dust had landed was a field of fluffy snow, surrounded by rolling low hills, except for a gap in the northeast.

The shape of the low mountain is so soothing, and with the fluffy snow, it looks very lovely, but it looks like a white desert. Silver Dust looked around and didn't find a person, a dog, a mouse, or even a blade of grass.

The magician turned to the southwest, spotted the highest point of the surrounding low mountains, and his eyes froze, turning into an illusion, and teleported to the low ridge.

He looked around again, and saw farther away, as far as the eye could see, there were small ice fields, low-pitched vegetation of black and green, and even some extremely regular steamed bun-shaped igloos, as well as several people.

Silver Dust turned to the southeast, where there was a man closest to him, and the figure of that person in the snow was very clear, because he was wearing a black "dress" with absolutely no camouflage effect. The man saw Silver Dust, and what he did after seeing Silver Dust was to pull out his crossbow machine and give Silver Dust an arrow.

The magician's face twitched slightly, and he reached forward, and a fireball shot out silently, hitting the crossbow arrow, which fell vertically and fell into the snow, turning into a blue-white mist.

The second crossbow arrow came again, and at this time, Silver Dust just launched a light magic, a fire magic, and he directly set up the Light God Blessing, and gently blocked the flying crossbow arrows, and the enchantment of the Light God Blessing turned into a golden shield.

Silver Dust sprinted over with his shield against his shield, and the mage's charge was as slow as a turtle crawling compared to the warrior's charge. The man turned and fled, but did not go far, but only ran a few steps before he stopped, stood twenty paces away and continued to shoot with his crossbow arrows. One by one, the crossbow arrows were bounced away, but the man kept a distance of twenty paces from Silver Dust, shooting arrow by arrow. It was a kite tactic against the mage as a warrior.

Silver Dust couldn't laugh or cry, he shouted at the man several times, the man just ignored him, and tried to bypass Silver Dust's shield and shoot him in the back while running, Silver Dust could only raise his shield to guard, but the man's running pace in the snow and the sound of the bowstring trembling attracted more black-clothed warriors.

These people were all dressed in black bottoms and white evil god patterns, and they all held crossbow arrows, and they were flying in the fluffy and slippery snow, much faster than Silver Dust.

As they gathered around, Silver Dust re-expanded his shield into an enchantment, and then crouched down with his head in his hands, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake. One reason why he didn't rashly attack these people was that these people didn't comb the pigtails of the money rat tail, their hair was many and long, braided into a lot of small braids, and the ends of the braids were hung with bony hooks, just like Zhang Mengmeng's hairstyle that Zhang Mengmeng had given to Yinchen.

The men gathered around, and the crossbow arrows they shot kept being bounced away, and their efforts were not in vain, and the barrier of Silver Dust was finally surrounded by sixteen people, and the rest of the people searched for the arrows that fell in the snow. The Chosen One, who was the first to shoot Silver Dust (their dress is a uniform only worn by the Chosen One), finally arrived at the enchantment, first reached out and touched the golden translucent enchantment, felt the glass-like texture, then looked at his palm, or the gloves were more accurate, and then asked softly, "Whose fugitive slave are you?"

Her voice was crisp and ethereal, and the way she was running through the snow was not a girl at all, she was still quite young. She and the people around her were wearing the same dress, wide, with a strong dark style, which was not very obvious from the dress made by the slaves of Jianzhou, which could stretch out the girl's figure.

"I'm not a fugitive, I'm from the south. Yinchen maintained a squatting posture with his head in his hands, and replied softly: "Why are you so domineering? When you see someone, you shoot arrows, and you don't even have a chance to explain......

"Needless to explain, untouchables are slaves, and unless you can become the Chosen One, you are either a slave and a slave. The girl's voice was ethereal and sweet, but her tone was strong and strong. As she spoke, she raised her black-gloved hand, which, along with the black hand, instantly swelled into a huge fist, and then smashed down without hesitation.

With a "click", a spiderweb-like crack erupted on the barrier blessed by the Light God, and perhaps with the next hammer, the entire barrier would shatter.

"I'm just a lost person...... You self-proclaimed Chosen ones don't even know a bit about hospitality?" Silver Dust couldn't continue to squat with his head in his hands, he stood up, hung down his sleeves, blue and purple lights flashed alternately in the palms of his hands, Gatling's spear head stretched out from the right sleeve, and the left sleeve suddenly swelled, and the wind and snow swirled in the cuffs.

Arcane and snow are about to be combined into a curse, and curse runes are necessary to release all poisons and kill. Silver Dust didn't use the spell light as soon as he came up, and as a prince, he should have the ability to remain invincible in the siege of the Chosen One.

He confronted the Chosen One girl, intending to use poison to bring everyone down, then control her, and then use the soul curse to slowly ask about the situation nearby.

"We don't need to entertain any guests, and no one in this world can be our guests except the Chosen One...... You come from the fertile south, and naturally you don't know the hardships here, and you can't live unless you plunder. We have been oppressed by the south for thousands of years, and we have long been disconnected from the so-called corrupt Confucian world, so why do we need to talk about any hospitality! Not to mention that the Anglo invasion and oppression of us in the West have been oppressing us for hundreds of years, whether we are alive or dead, whether we are slaves or masters, who cares? The Chosen One girl said hatefully, as she picked up the hammer and slammed it again, as the Chosen One, the power provided to her by the tumbling soul energy in her body was so great that Silver Dust's bright divine blessing, which was almost like depleted uranium armor, actually shattered under her ice hammer, making a sound like glass shattering.

"What are you talking about with him?, a rotten man from the south, this kind of person is not even worthy of being a slave, and he directly kills and eats meat!" came a man's voice from the back door of Silver Dust, and it sounded like the cry of a poisonous scorpion.

The white silver wide sleeves suddenly opened, and the white silver Gatling barrel was aimed at the Chosen One girl in a daze, and at the moment when the purple light in the barrel was filled with purple light, and a large number of projectiles were about to be spewed, the silver dust's body burned with flames.

The flame seemed to have opened a hole in some kind of mist force field that had been enriched by the gathering of the Chosen One around it, and a force similar to the power of the Chosen One, but the power of opposing each other erupted from Silver Dust's body without restraint, and under the feet of Silver Dust, the white snow immediately turned into a scorched black ground all over the red lotus, and above the ground, the root system of the red lotus was directly orange-red cracks, as if it was about to break through the lava on the ground. Within a zhang of the silver dust, that is, the place where the enchantment was shrouded, red translucent clouds instantly rolled up, resisting the blue battle water and mist, and at the junction of red and blue, the golden filaments of light turned into lightning and crackled, indicating the huge power generated by the collision of fire and cold water.

A terrifying and incomparably powerful soul qi fluctuation like hell spread out with an incredible acid-like heat wave, and behind Yinchen, where the battle spirit should have appeared, slowly a small figure slowly appeared.

It was a delicate girl, she looked sixteen or seventeen years old, it was the age of cuteness, her appearance was as beautiful as a false dream, her posture was very well cut under the background of the "dress", she looked extremely attractive, breast enlargement, buttocks, childish face, plus the black and bright, like the waterfall dare to hang down the long hair, is really the most standard goddess in all the fat house dreams in the world.

She emerged in a real, rather strange soul qi fluctuation, the red lotus under her feet instantly bloomed, six flowers bloomed in this ice and snow, forming a six-pointed star-like soul gathering style, the fire turned into a storm, just as the battle stream turned into wind pressure, rotating around her, slowly, the flame turned into a tragic green, like a burning Avada Suo, the green fire slowly burned, and finally turned into a curse-like dark poisonous mist, which swirled around the girl for three weeks, and finally inhaled her body.

"He's mine. Lin Xuanchen said this without a beginning, her ethereal voice spread out in the air, making all the Chosen Ones around her put down their weapons, and the girl who was facing the silver dust snorted coldly with a little dissatisfaction, but let go of the fist that had become much bigger, and her hand became a normal size, giving up the fight.

"Look at your own things, heresy of Jianzhou slaves. There was a hint of hostility in her voice, but on the surface, or rather polite on the surface, at least her tone softened: "You must have used the empty cicada to get here, right? Then I suggest you go to the village to rest for a while, but you'd better not uphold any Jianzhou habits, especially don't pray in the village, after all, the elders think that Jianzhou is heretical!"

"I'm not a slave of Jianzhou. Lin Xuanchen argued: "It's just that I happened to wake up after being caught by them." ”

"Aren't you one of those heretics in Jianzhou?" The girl's voice immediately became a little curious, and her tone became more friendly, Yinchen wanted to say something, but seeing the indifferent and contemptuous look in the eyes of the people who surrounded him, he suppressed the idea of asking, and at the same time honestly retreated behind Lin Xuanchen.

"Of course not, I'm an official eunuch in the southern country!" Lin Xuanchen smiled sweetly, and seemed to walk towards the woman unsuspectingly, the "Wind Chopping Yan Po" dress on her body, the golden code runes flowed, like a flame in the shape of a letter.

"And your dress?" asked the Chosen One girl with a little vigilance.

"It was given by the slaves of Jianzhou, and they actually wanted to turn me into one of them, but failed. I awakened my own power during the ceremony, first pretending to deceive them, and then running out while they let their guard down......"

"I see. The girl let down the last shred of her vigilance: "You use the empty cicada indiscriminately, you just want to escape, right? As a result, the empty cicada was reversed by a more clever person, and the south became the north, and this person. The girl pointed at Yinchen very unceremoniously: "Is it the person who came to save you?"

"That's right!" Lin Xuanchen immediately acquiesced to her words, although the guess of the Chosen One girl was far from the truth, but at this time, Lin Xuanchen was already thinking quickly about how to make up the origin and identity of himself and Yinchen based on this statement.

"It's better to be so. The voice of the Chosen One girl became cold and arrogant again, with a hint of obvious hostility: "Jianzhou slaves are all damn heretics......

"Their teachings are really distorted. Lin Xuanchen continued to speak.

"That's not right!" The girl's voice suddenly raised: "There is nothing wrong with their teachings, what they have a problem with is that they have polluted the blood of the Divine Chosen One and cultivated a fake, lowly mongrel! How can ordinary people, those untouchables who cultivate Gangfeng, easily obtain the privilege of using the war stream through a bullshit ceremony?! The Chosen Choice, it must be the Chosen Choice! How can artificial power be considered the Chosen One?" she was as she was talking, when suddenly a condensed man's voice came: " This girl, you have to prove that you have awakened your own power, and we can't just ...... you just say it."

The man who spoke was the one who was the first to block behind the silver dust, that is, the one who didn't let the girl talk nonsense.

"How to prove?" Lin Xuanchen was a little dazed: "Aren't all the Chosen the same?......

"How can the Chosen and man-made mongrels be the same. The girl sneered: "Those heretics are forcibly implanted with war spirits through foreign objects, so the bloodlines are also polluted, there are bloodstones in our village, you can just go and drip blood on them." Anyway, here in the wilderness, you have nowhere to go, starting from our village, go in any direction, you will not see people within a month, you can't go to the market for half a year, and the vast wilderness, food is scarce, you can only starve to death in the wilderness casually. ”

"What's more. The man also came to help: "In this wilderness, there are more monsters than people, and if you are entangled by monsters, then you can't help, the best hunter in our village also needs three or four people to deal with a monster, and you can only run away when you encounter a group of monsters." ”