Barrett had seen avalanches before, in Nord, on the Annapur peak near his hometown.

Annapur is the highest peak in the territory of the Nord Kingdom and the second highest peak in the entire continent. In Norde, Annabul means "the place where the eagle folds its wings".

At the foot of the mountain are many towns and villages, and Barrett's hometown is one of them. A typical Nord town, full of stone houses, next to a river where the snow and water of a mountain peak, the population is neither small nor too small, and the villagers are simple and industrious.

Barrett remembers an earthquake in his hometown town one summer. As a young child, he didn't feel how strong the earthquake was. Barrett remembers that only a small number of buildings in the town had collapsed, and perhaps one or two people had been killed, but he was not very impressed, which at least showed that the town had not suffered much damage from the earthquake.

But then, in the distance of the town, there was a loud roar from Annapur Peak, a low and powerful sound, as if an ancient beast of the wilderness had awakened from a long slumber to reveal its presence to the world. The next moment, the heavy snow on the peak rolled down with a surging momentum and a large amount of frost and mist, and it poured in the direction of the vicinity of his home town.

The townspeople were terrified, and Barrett heard countless people screaming and shouting in panic.

"Oh my God, it's snow quicksand!" that's Nord's name for avalanches.

"Damn, it's coming to town!" everyone could see.

"Find the mage!" Unfortunately, there is no branch of the Magic Guild in town.

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Barrett saw a mother holding her baby tightly in her arms while the toddler in her arms was giggling for no apparent reason, a bald man clutching at the top of her head in despair, as if forgetting that it was as smooth as a boiled egg, and a woman who was halfway through the killing of a chicken and froze, letting the hen with her throat cut run around and blood splattered everywhere.

There were also many people who were crowded and wanted to flee the town, but even if they did, they could not escape the range of the avalanche. More people stood still, helplessly stunned.

Barrett remembers his father pacing out of the house leisurely, still holding half a ripe tomato in his hand, and eating with juice in his mouth.

"Don't worry, you can't get by. Barrett remembers his father saying, "Annabul Peak doesn't hurt the Nords." After saying this, the Nord royal guard, who retired early, confidently said this, and wanted to touch Barrett's head with his dirty hands, but he was dodged by the young man.

Later it turned out that my father was "blinded" right. The avalanche had stopped some distance from the town, and everyone except his father had a "escape" expression.

Barrett still remembers the man's rightful look on his face, as if he was looking at something that was all too normal. He also put the remaining half of the tomato in his mouth, and sucked his fingers full of juice, looking calm and disgusting.

The tomato in my father's hand at that time was so red! Barrett suddenly thought, like blood in front of him!

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A hot splash of blood splashed on Barrett's face, and he kicked the bite of the wolf's head away, and the "fire beauty" cut through an arc, forcing back several winter wolves around him.

The battle is heating up.

This is not accurate. Although the battle was fierce, it was not hot, and the temperature of the surrounding air became unusually low under the influence of the spitting attack. For the cold winter species, this temperature is just right, and for Barrett, even with the protection of Old Will's magic, he still feels quite cold.

The pale blue cone-shaped frozen air was sprayed by the beasts one after another, and the narrow defensive circle of the three did not give Barrett much room to maneuver, he could only choose to resist with his body.

Fortunately, Old Will continued to bless him with the kind of magic shield that could defend against freezing air, so he was not frozen into an ice sculpture. And Old Will also seems to have to protect him and the half-elves frequently, so there are very few attack spells.

After this adventure, I should go and choose some defensive magic trinkets, Barrett thought to himself, if he could afford it......

"Watch your back!" the brute heard the half-elf beside him shout.

The brute turned his head to look and saw a winter wolf leaping in mid-air. It jumped very high, past the half-elf, and swooped straight for itself. It happened suddenly, and Barrett didn't have time to do the rest of the action, so he could only hold the sword in both hands and stab it directly into the right eye of the wolf Winter.

He aimed very accurately, and the sharp sword entered in response, and the huge body of the winter wolf lost its vitality in an instant. The corpse slammed into Barrett by inertia, and he dodged sideways.

The sixth, Barrett counted in mind, and another one of good furs.

He didn't know what the half-elf Estelle's record was, and it was estimated that it should be about the same as himself. The attacks of the half-elf twin swords are endless, but they are too fancy, and there are few fatal moments when they are hit. Although the winter wolf attacked by him was seriously injured, he was still able to move. Unlike himself, he was attacked by the "Fire Beauty" and the winter wolf barely survived.

Barrett was fairly happy with his performance, his attacks were simple and direct, and he did the most damage without wasting too much energy.

But before the barbarian's heart beat for half a beat, he felt several winter wolves attacking him. But before he could react, a large shadow blocked all the attacks.

It was the ogre's tower shield, which had saved Barrett several times. The heavily armed ogre doesn't need extra protection, and neither the sharp teeth nor the freezing air can hurt it in the slightest. While Moglock's attack efficiency isn't as effective (the nimble Winter Wolf's lethal but slower hammer is easy to dodge), it acts as a fortress to protect Barrett and the Half-Elves.

The moment the tower shield was raised, two pairs of scarlet beast eyes bloomed. Barrett forced one of them back with the 'Fire Beauty' and met the other with the oak shield in his right hand.

The winter wolf frantically bit the oak shield in Barrit's right hand as if it were part of the brute's body. The oak shield wrapped in thin iron finally shattered under the sharp teeth of the winter wolf after receiving multiple attacks. The piece of iron cut the winter wolf's mouth, but it didn't realize it, and was bent on tasting Barrett's flesh.

The brute hurriedly pulled his right hand out of the wolf's kiss, but was cut by the sharp wolf's fangs. The wound was not deep, but it was bloody, which made the attacker even more crazy. Fortunately, a flaming arrow in the sky lit the almost accomplished winter wolf into a torch.

Barrett kicked the flaming "torch" into the wolves, taking advantage of the gap between the wolves to avoid the torch, and took a breath in time.

He asked the person above him, "Hey, I said, is there any fireball like that? the one that explodes." ”

"It's going to take a while. Old Will's voice came from above, and his tone was still relaxed, "Plastic energy spells are not my strong point, low-level spells are fine, but if you cast a plastic energy spell of the same level as mine, the soul tremor will take a bit long." ”

Barrett didn't quite understand what these words were for, but that didn't stop him from understanding the meaning of Old Will's words, which were the first of them—it would take a while.

Nearly twenty "hunters" have already been killed by the "prey", and Barrett doesn't know how much damage the wolves can bear, if the winter wolves have a higher intelligence than the domestic dogs, they should retreat, but in reality it seems that both sides are going to die.

The wolf must have gone mad, Barrett thought, like Larsen II, the fifth king of Nord.

Larsen II, the deranged king, wanted to rebel against the Magic Guild, and he even made some kind of deal with a god or, of course, maybe the devil, in the hope of gaining enough power to fight the mage.

Unfortunately, the god or the devil deceived him, and Larsen II, despite his prowess in martial arts, had nothing else extraordinary. Except for a few Nord royal guards who were loyal to the king at all times, no one followed him. Later, Larsen II was skulled by his nephew with a Nord double-edged battle axe, ending his somewhat ridiculous life.

Someone should have chopped up the wolf's skull. Barrett was happy to do this, provided that there was not such a distance between the two sides and the still large number of winter wolves.

Wait, maybe someone has already done this. The barbarian suddenly discovers that the dwarf Mapula has never appeared once from the beginning of the battle until now. He didn't believe the other party had fled, which was unlikely. Aside from the trust in the 'nasty fiction' team itself, running around in the foggy forest at night is not a good choice.

So, where can an assassin, or thief, who is not good at frontal group fighting, with the power of shadows, go?

Coincidentally, as soon as Barrett thought of this, a terrible howl came from the darkness in the distance, and the sound was not only painful, but also seemed to be mixed with anger and unwillingness.

After wailing, the wolves began to panic, and they stopped from the continuous attack, stopped in place, and looked in one direction at the same time. Without the slightest hesitation, Barrett took the opportunity to rush out of the "fortress" and stabbed the nearest winter wolf in the abdomen with the weapon in his hand.

The winter wolf wailed and turned his head to bite, but the brute took a sideways step and used his weapon to cut a huge gap in the winter wolf's body, and the hot blood mixed with the internal organs flowed to the ground, and the winter wolf fell in response.

The brute was put on guard with his blood-soaked sizzling weapon, but instead of attacking him, the other winter wolves howled in response. After that, the wolves began to retreat like a tidal wave, disappearing into the darkness and fog, as suddenly as they appeared.

The timing was just right, Barrett thought. I hope I can get a good night's sleep after the warm-up, hopefully.

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