"Oh, shit, why did I have to come to such a place!" Ruikang exclaimed impatiently, shivering at the same time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The Free Frontier is particularly cold in January, and although it is located in the southernmost part of the continent, the Free Frontier always has a cold climate, and the winters here are much colder than in the rest of the southern regions.

Ruikang was wearing a heavy Frontier Ranger uniform, but he couldn't withstand the cold wind, and he tightened his collar again, so that the collar covered his neck more tightly. Ruikang was a veteran of a parade in his mid-thirty-five or sixteenth year, with a beard that looked very unkempt, his eyes were blank, and his hair was messy.

Young Frick nodded hurriedly, his thin body curled up in the Ranger uniform, apparently the climate here made him choke.

"Yes, why do we have to patrol the northern border of the border in such broken weather?"

Frick was only seventeen years old, and his family was poor, so he immediately joined the Frontier Ranger of the Free Frontier as soon as he became an adult, and although it was very difficult in the Frontier Ranger, there were also a lot of financial subsidies, so that Frick could make the life of his mother and younger brother better.

"It's not that there have been a lot of deaths in the Frontier recently!" Ricon said in a serious voice, staring at Frick.

"There's a little village north of Kurong called Lowell, you know? The villagers there died all overnight! Ruikang stared at Frick, who shivered unconsciously, not because of the cold climate.

Frick swallowed, and Rickon's straight look made him feel very unhappy.

"Yes...... Is it an orc attack?" Frick clearly sensed that his tone was full of panic, so he deliberately straightened his chest.

"I know that these guys are always harassing the stability of the frontier, and it is said that the Caroli Desert is full of orc tribes. "Flick wanted to be brave.

"Stability, my little master, in the Free Frontier, the word stability does not apply, has it been stable here?" Ruikang's tone was full of mockery.

"And judging from the method, it doesn't look like the style of the orcs at all, the existence of orc looting, those with delicate skin will be caught to make ingredients, and judging from the scene in Rowell Village, it is really a slaughter essence that does not remain. ”

"Do you know what that does?"

Frick couldn't suppress the panic in his heart anymore at the moment, he hurriedly asked, to tell the truth, Frick is not a brave young man, he is just an ordinary young man, and he joined the Ranger Group for his family.

"Hahaha, little master, are you scared?"

Seeing Frick's embarrassed appearance, Ruikang laughed, he just likes to bully the timid and afraid Frick, from the first day Frick joined the rangers, Ruikang likes to tease this young man who he thinks is very incompetent.

"Demsicro, tell me about this kid...... Reikon said to a man on the other side.

"Don't say it, there is a situation. ”

Dem Sicro squatted beside a wasteland, carefully examining the traces on the ground, his face was very solemn, he wanted to speak and stopped, and a very bad premonition appeared in Dem Sicro's heart, but he was unwilling to admit all this.

Ruikang was not laughing, and his face became heavy. Ruikang knows Dem Sikro, he and Dem Sicro joined the Frontier Ranger Group almost at the same time, Dem Sicro is four or five years younger than Ruikang, and now he is in his early thirties, but Dem Sicro is very delicate and steady, and it is precisely because of this that Dem Sicro was selected as the captain of a squad of the Ranger Group.

Ruikang understands that things must not be simple, he is also an old ranger, although he is a lazy and unenterprising person, he is not stupid, when he and Dem Sicro and others surveyed the scene of Roville Village, they knew that things were not simple orc slaughter villages.

Frick on the side looked at Dem Sikro with admiration, Dem Sikro was Flick's sword instructor after joining the Rangers, Flick had been learning swordsmanship with him, and Flick was full of admiration for him.

Demsicro has a delicate black goatee and neat black curly hair, which looks particularly energetic. Dem Sicro can also be regarded as an idol in the Border Ranger Troupe, he is very popular with the border residents because of his dashing appearance, and Flick has long regarded Dem Sicro as his idol, and Flick hopes that one day, he can also be loved by the border residents like Dem Sicro.

"Earth...... There are footprints on the ground......"

Demsicro had already stood up at this time, sweat unconsciously sliding down his forehead, even in such a cold climate, he still couldn't stop sweating.

"Footprints? Surely not orc footprints, right?"

Ruikang hurriedly asked, he really wanted to get an answer immediately, Dem Sicro's state had already brought him a very bad feeling, waiting for De Musicro's answer in such a state seemed so painful and difficult.

"Burned! Most of the footprints have burned!" said Demsicro, gritting his teeth.

When Ruikang heard this, his eyes widened in horror, and he wanted to speak, but he felt that no sound came out of his throat, and he just pointed at Demsicro, hoping for a definite answer.

Frick, who was on the side, looked at the two of them, and he felt very uneasy in his heart, what could make Ruikang, who had always been so arrogant, feel so frightened, as if Ruikang knew the answer, but couldn't say it. Flick looked at Demsikro and hoped he would give him the answer, which was much better than his own crankiness.

At this time, it has entered dusk, the sun is setting, the light has gradually dimmed, the cold wind is blowing towards the three people, in the wasteland, there are no trees to block the cold wind, and it is even more cold. The environment and climate of the Free Frontier are so harsh that few people want to come here, and the barren land is the best adjective for the Free Frontier.

"The illusion is the footprint of the illusion. Demsicro finally said this, he gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists, and he clenched them continuously, hard, but he did not tremble at all, even in the cold wind.

Phantom, I'm afraid that there are no people living in the Yarrow Continent who don't know what this means, Ruikang gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and Frick really stood there trembling, and he couldn't say anything. The light is darker, and in a few moments, the sun will completely set, and all that awaits is the fall of night.

"Are you sure?" Ruikang asked, tentatively, still holding out a glimmer of hope. In fact, this is just self-deception, the answer is self-evident, but Ruikang still does not want to give up this last glimmer of hope.

"Hmmm......"

After receiving an affirmative reply, Ruikang completely collapsed, and he suddenly sat there slumped, looking at the ground, his mind blank, not knowing what to say, let alone what to do. Frick also just looked at Dem Sicro stupidly, everything was overwhelmed for the young Ranger, he was not ready to face it all.

Deemsicro looked at Ruikang and Frick and suddenly smiled.

"I know you're scared. Demusicro pursed his lips.

"Actually, I'm also scared, all this means that there are illusions in the Free Borderlands, and now it seems that it is definitely not a scattered illusion, but a small team of people, or...... A huge army. ”

When Demsicro said this, he suddenly felt a sense of relief, yes, it was too obvious, this was definitely not a few scattered illusions.

"What are we going to do?" Rickon swallowed, fear filling his body.

"Now go back to the Ranger branch in Kurong Town, and then send someone to send an inspection report to the headquarters of Twilight City, and be sure to report all this. ”

Speaking of which, Demsicro began to beckon for Recon and Frick to leave here, and they must leave immediately, since the phantoms have appeared in this vicinity, it proves that they have a camp nearby, perhaps in the middle of the Carory Desert, and they must quickly bring the situation back to the Ranger headquarters.

The night shrouded the Free Frontier, and the three figures shuttled through the jungle, as long as they passed through this dead jungle, they could approach the nearest border of Kurong Town, and they had to hurry, because a bad feeling was coming towards Demsikro.

"Everyone, hurry up, it's almost time to Kurong!" Demsicro beckoned to Rikon and Frick.

"Damn, I'm going to have a good pot when I get back to Kurong Town!" Ruikang shouted.

He is a good drinker, and for Ruikang, it is better to do anything than to stay in a tavern and get drunk and dream to death. There is a very nice dancer in the tavern in Kurong Town, that is the woman Ruikang likes very much, the two have lingered on the bed all night, that really makes Ruikang feel unforgettable, when he thinks of that woman, Ruikang unconsciously laughs.

"Ahh

Everyone stopped, and Demsicro grasped the sword holster in his left hand and the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and looked around, but could not tell where the bolt had come from. Ruikang couldn't stop moaning, the burning pain made him feel weak, and he pressed his right hand against the wound on his left shoulder, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Frick was at a loss, he had already drawn his sharp iron sword, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and half-bent over, looking left and right, the sweat on his forehead could not stop dripping.

Demsicro noticed the depths of the jungle, his mouth open, he wanted to shout but couldn't, sweat almost soaking his body, even though the weather was as cold as ever. At this time, Ruikang and Frick also found out about the situation here, and both of them opened their mouths in shock.

Pale green skin, long silver-white hair, the short horns of the head are particularly obvious, and even more obvious is the slender, spiky tail behind him. There were about four or five illusions out of the depths of the jungle, all of them wearing dark black gold bust armor, some holding two-handed giant swords, some holding spears and heavy crossbows, and several pairs of blood-red eyes were staring directly at the three of Demsicro.

"Ahh

Frick suddenly shouted, turned around and ran, he was already frightened, he was just a rookie of a parade, he was just a rookie of a parade who had only faced wild wolves and wild boars, the fear had made him lose all his mind, at this time he just wanted to get out of here.

"Whoosh" a crossbow arrow shot straight at the back of Flick's heart, but Flick didn't know, he just wanted to escape, and Demsikro wanted to shout "Be careful", but he knew that even if he shouted, it would be too late.

Frick should have died under the crossbow arrow, but Frick didn't die, who would have thought that Ruikang suddenly threw Frick to the ground, and Frick, who fell to the ground, stared at Ruikang, and suddenly cried "wow", he didn't want to die, and no one wanted to die here.

"Shut up, little master! If you're a man, shut up!"

Ruikang endured the pain of the wound and shouted at Frick through gritted teeth, and Frick suddenly felt that the image of this veteran of the Ranger Regiment in front of him, who had always taken pleasure in bullying himself, was so tall and powerful.

When the illusions saw that a crossbow arrow had not pierced the weak human, they all raised their weapons and surrounded the three of Themsicro. Demusicro also drew the long sword at his waist at this time, and he waited for it, looking coldly at the phantom approaching him.

Rykang endured the pain and pulled out the hand axe hanging from his waist, it was Ruikang's most useful weapon, he had used it to kill many orcs. Frick struggled to his feet, his hands trembling and gripping his sword, this was the first time he had formally raised it.

The illusions all changed into melee weapons and attacked the three of them. A phantom raised a two-handed greatsword and swept towards Demsicro, who barely dodged and slashed at the phantom from the side, but the attack was separated by a sword from the phantom.

On the other side, Ruikang slashed at the phantom demon approaching him with a hand axe, and the phantom flashed very easily, and then suddenly slashed with a two-handed giant sword, Ruikang was instantly cut into two pieces from his waist, until he died, Ruikang still had a look of disbelief on his face, fine wine and women have become a thing of the past, and in the face of death, there is only darkness.

"Ruikang!"

Demsicro roared, he didn't care about the illusion in front of him, and raised his sword to stab at the illusion that had just killed Ruikang, but to no avail, a magic with a spear stabbed at Demsicro at the same time, Demsicro had to give up the attack and dodge the spear with all his might, but the spear still slashed his waist, and blood flowed down uncontrollably.

Frick on the side didn't have time to care about anything else, he held the sword in both hands, and in front of him was a female phantom holding the sword in one hand, she stared at Frick, and the corners of her mouth showed a contemptuous smile.

"Ahh

With a "clang", the two swords collided, sparks flew everywhere, and Frick's mouth hurt, and the female phantom smiled contemptuously and stabbed Frick in the chest.

"Ahh

"Let's go, go to Kurong Town to report the news. Demsikro whispered to Frick and then gave him a hard push, and Flick ran away after a moment of confusion.

When one of the phantoms saw that Frick had run away, he wanted to chase after him, but Dem Sicro stood in front of him, and several of the phantoms suddenly showed hideous expressions, while Dem Sicro smiled. An illusion raised his two-handed greatsword and threw it at Demsicro, he quickly dodged and quickly slashed his opponent, but just as he was about to slash into the opponent's waist, the sword fell to the ground, and with the sword landed was the arm holding the sword.

Dem Sicro covered his broken arm with his hand, broke out in a cold sweat, and collapsed to the ground, he knew that his limit had come, just today, he, the leader of the Frontier Rangers, was going to die on the land of the Free Frontier, thinking of death, Dem Sicro couldn't help but smile bitterly, he never thought that he would die in his early thirties, let alone that he would die in the hands of the phantom.

A phantom demon lifted Dem Sicro up with one arm, the phantom looked at Dem Sicro with blood-red eyes, Dem Sicro was still smiling, he no longer had the slightest strength to resist, a sword, a cold long sword, until it pierced Dem Sicro's chest, he just felt that his chest was hot, and there was no need for too much pain, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep......

At the edge of the jungle, already very close to Kurong Town, Flick was lying on the ground, but he couldn't move, his back of the heart was stabbed countless times by the dagger, as if it had been stabbed, he could only lie on the ground, he wanted to climb back to Kurong Town, but he couldn't do anything, Frick understood, Dem Sicro was dead, and he also understood that he was about to die, he was just unwilling, he felt that he had failed Dem Sicro's expectations, he should have told the news of the Phantom to the Ranger Division of Kurong Town, but in the end he was chased by a small Phantom, and when he reached the edge of the jungle, he was thrown to the groundHe knew that he was going to die, and he felt very scared, but to no avail, death was approaching...... Death...... Come!