In the sky, snow is falling.

On the ground, nine axemen stood on guard.

Nine people, eighteen eyes stared nervously. The enemy may come from anywhere, and if you are careless, you may be pierced by a sword that appears out of nowhere. For them now, it's best to keep things the same.

The heat on the axemen's bodies was surging with a fierce attack, and the sweat and falling snowflakes soaked their clothes. The biting cold wind blew, and their soaked clothes were covered with ice slag. The ice slag was close to the skin on the body, and it was not only uncomfortable, but also seriously affected the agility of the axemen.

They didn't notice it, and beneath their feet, a thin layer of mist creeously stuck to the snow.

When Dylan turned into mist, he stayed at their feet, knowing that the closest place to the enemy must be the safest place. After he obtained the divine power inheritance of the Quetzalcoatl God, his spiritual power and blood energy have increased significantly. With the ability now, it can stay atomized for hours as long as it stays put.

He had enough patience to wait, because the longer it dragged on, the later it would get. Once it gets dark, Mary is free from the sun's rays. When the time comes, these axemen will die as well.

The victory or defeat was actually predestined as early as the first sword stab.

As the minutes ticked by, the axemen had lost their patience, and just as they were impetuous, Dylan made a move.

It takes less than a second to transform from fog to human form.

Dylan chose to move from the enemy's feet, and he bent down and slashed the calves of five axemen with a single sword. From their severed legs, hot blood spilled out, melting large swaths of the snow on the ground.

Dylan flew out upside down as soon as he made a move, and the four slashed tomahawks didn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

Five axemen with broken legs fell to the ground holding their calves. They gritted their teeth and didn't shout a word. It's just that the fierce light in his eyes shoots towards Dylan like substance, and he can't wait to punch a few holes in his body.

It's a pity that the eyes can't kill people.

The outcome of the battle is already clear. Dylan gracefully carried his sword and walked towards several axemen, still at a slow pace, but at this time, it seemed to them as ······· as the pace of death.

The snow has finally stopped.

Also stopped was the heartbeat of the eleven axemen.

Dylan pulled the rapier from the last axeman's eyebrows, took out the handkerchief in his chest pocket, and carefully wiped the rapier. Wipe the last bbit of blood off the sword, then throw away the handkerchief and turn around and walk back to the carriage.

At the beginning of next spring, the plants here will be exceptionally lush.

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Krum, known as Krusal, was originally a camp set up by a few homeless people three hundred years ago. Because it is located on Ireland's main road to Birmingham, there is a lot of business travel between the two places. Because Birmingham was founded by business alliances 300 years ago, it also drove the economy here. Over time, the camp developed into the town of Krum.

Stepping on the afterglow of the setting sun, Dylan's carriage finally arrived in the small town of Krum in the middle of the night. Even in winter, the streets of the town are bustling with people.

Dylan's carriage made its way through the streets of town to one of the largest hotels in Krumwei. Due to the late arrival, the room was occupied by other caravans. As a last resort, Dylan had no choice but to pay three times the price and a caravan guard arm to snatch the right to live in the room from a caravan selling spices.

After the luggage was put down and everyone rested for a while, Jacob drove Dylan to the only tavern in the town.

"Little Wildcat Tavern. ”

Pushing open the two dilapidated wooden doors, a burst of heat greeted him with a lively noise, and when he looked inside, the seats in the small tavern were almost full.

As soon as the door of the tavern was opened, a cold wind mixed with some snowflakes hung into the house, making the people who were drinking and chatting inside can't help but shiver. Then Qi Brush turned his head and looked at Dylan and them.

Stepping through the door of the tavern and glancing at the people sitting in the bar, Dylan could instantly tell who was sitting inside.

The big man on the west side of the bar was holding the wine bottle, the tattoos on his arms were deformed with the agitation of his muscles, and the rags wrapped around the handles of his blades were faintly blackened, the color left by the blood stains. It can be seen that these are outlaws, and they may be doing business without capital.

A group of people in the north were dressed in black robes from head to toe, and they couldn't even see their faces, if they weren't important wanted criminals, they might be some cultists, and only those who didn't dare to see people and those who were not normal in their hearts would wrap up so tightly.

The people in the east are like caravans, and a few of the guards are dressed as merchants, but in this society, merchants are often the most untrustworthy, they are merchants when they trade, and when they get to the wilderness, they may become robbers as soon as they change their clothes, and who knows where the goods in their hands come from.

Dylan watched them, and they watched the three Dylan men who entered the door, an old coachman, a young girl wrapped in an overcoat, and a thin young man.

Judging from the materials of the young man's clothes and his hands without a trace of scars, this should be the young master of some chamber of commerce, maybe he is still a nobleman. The young master and young lady of the aristocratic family took the coachman out to play, or simply eloped.

This kind of person is generally called a fat sheep.

The eyes of the people in the bar became hot, and Dylan could see the greed in their eyes. I believe that after dark, the hotel where Dylan stayed was inevitably lively.

Ken, the owner and bartender here, has been in the bar for more than 20 years, and he has never seen any kind of people coming and going, and he has no idea what the temper of these rich people is. Shun the donkey, as long as the greeting is good, you will leave a lot of reward.

Thinking of the large amount of gold coins that took the initiative to come to the door, "Ken" hurriedly put down the wine glass and greeted Naluo warmly: "Oh, my most distinguished guest, welcome to our Little Wildcat Tavern, our Little Wildcat Tavern is the best tavern in the neighborhood, here, you will definitely get satisfactory ······"

Dylan led Maria towards the tavern bar, where the maids and drunks who had been frolicking avoided each other.

Sitting on a high stool at the bar, Dylan flipped his right hand, and a gold coin appeared in his fingertip. At the sight of this gold coin, the bartender's eyes lit up, and the light of greed shone with greed. The value of this gold coin alone was enough for everyone in the tavern to drink a large glass of dark rum, and they couldn't imagine how many gold coins a noble child like this would have.

Dylan curled the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "This gold coin is your bounty." With that, he threw the gold coin to the bartender.