Not far away, in a valley with narrow terrain under the depression, there was a small camp, and the fire was burning, boiling the demonic beasts in the pot with incense. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Seven or eight mercenary mages, huddled in a ball around the fire, smelling the aroma of meat in the pot, almost drooling.

These mercenary mages, their robes are old and old, and their faces are dark, like refugees. But everyone's eyes were sharp, and their bodies were full of the smell of blood and evil spirits.

Even if he laughs and scolds, he is still full of anger.

Ordinary people don't dare to approach at all.

When the meat in the pot is cooked, each person takes out a big wrist, smells the meat deeply, and shows a look of intoxication.

"On this cold and dead man's glacier mountain range, it is really happy to be able to eat a piece of hot monster meat and drink a sip of hot soup!" A young mercenary mage who ate a large piece of demonic beast meat in one bite, his mouth was full of oil, and he drank a large mouthful of hot broth, his face was full of intoxication, and he sighed sincerely.

The older mercenary mages around him looked at him with smiles and quipped, "Little Amy, don't you still want to take a sip of hot wine?"

"Hot wine...... "Amy muttered, her eyebrows fluttering, ready to move.

Syllable!

A slap the size of a pu fan slapped from the side and slapped him on the head fiercely, making Amy feel painful, and heard the captain of their mercenary team, Old Neil, laugh and scold: "Don't even think about it, if you don't want to be beaten to death by Captain Isaac!"

"Captain Isaac...."

Amy's puffed face suddenly let out a sigh of relief. He is a mercenary mage of the [Demon Hunting] mercenary group, and he knows that the head of Isaac makes some jokes at will on weekdays, and even if he makes a joke about the head of the group, Isaac only laughs and scolds.

But once you carry out the mission, when you go hunting, you will become extremely strict, with a lot of rules and discipline.

If you make a slight mistake, you will either be beaten up or pointed at your nose and scolded. If it is serious, it will kill people.

The head of Isaac during the hunt is a big demon, and he must not be provoked!

Thinking of Captain Isaac's black face and murderous face, Amy's heart sank, and she was full of excitement, and she no longer dared to have the thought of drinking.

"Okay, when the hunt is over, leave this hellish place in the glacier mountains, let's go back and drink well, even if we soak you in the wine pool......" The squad leader Neil smiled and comforted, but halfway through his words, his ears moved, his expression was solemn, his face was full of murder, and he snorted coldly: "There is movement!"

As soon as these words came out, all the mercenary mages immediately threw down the bowls in their hands, held their staffs, and scattered in all directions, vigilant.

Extremely vigilant and extremely fast, it is obvious that this is a group of mercenary mages who have rich combat experience and have been fighting to the death against Warcraft.

They didn't release their psychic power, not even their spells. Because of the fluctuation of mental power and magic power, they will expose themselves.

In the glacial mountains, a place full of dangers, once you expose yourself, you are looking for death.

Even the demonic beasts here are in a state of stealth all day long, and they will not expose their natural spells at all.

And these mercenary mages are also very adaptable to the environment here, perhaps with their own blood, they have learned lessons.

"Check it out!"

Old Neil motioned for an old mercenary mage to send him to check, but the old mercenary mage didn't say a word, didn't make any movement, climbed up the valley, and only showed two pairs of eyes to look out of the valley, but this look, his eyes widened very wide, as if he had encountered something incredible.

"What's wrong?" old Neil frowned when he saw that his expression was wrong.

"Come and see!" the old mercenary mage exclaimed, and then seemed to feel that his words were ambiguous, and hurriedly added: "It's not a demonic beast, it's a person!"

"People?" Old Neil breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand: "It's okay!"

As he spoke, he was like a monkey, and his body was agile, and he climbed to the top of the valley in two strokes, lying beside the old mercenary mage before, and looked out of the valley.

This look also stunned him!

The reason why he was stunned was not that he saw something incredible, but that he saw the most intolerable thing for him, and scolded in a low voice: "Which nobleman's stupid man is this? What is he here? Is he here for an outing to see the scenery?"

"Also, how did this guy get in? He actually entered the glacier mountain range so deep and still survived?"

It was no wonder that Old Neil was scolding the fool in a low voice, because outside the valley, there was a well-dressed young mage who swaggered towards them.

The purpose is clear, it is coming to them!

Apparently I heard their voices, or sensed their presence, and wanted to come and say hello.

It's just that.....

This is the Glacier Mountains! This is the WoW Paradise, a forbidden area for humans!

Dressed so brightly, without any dust on his body, swaggering on the glacier mountains, isn't this looking for death?

"Go, bring him here! let him wander around like this, if he breaks into our hunting area, Captain Isaac will curse us to death!" Old Neil waved his hand helplessly.

According to his heart, he didn't bother to pay attention to the death-defying behavior of such a swaggering guy, but there was no way, the main forces in the regiment were hunting and killing monsters in the hunting area, and their task was to guard the periphery, one was to stop the people who broke by mistake, and the other was that if a powerful monster passed by the hunting area, it would be led away if it could be lured, and if it could not be led away, it would run to ventilate and report the news.

Although he was upset when he saw this kind of swaggering aristocratic children, especially those noble children who claimed to be genius mages but had no combat experience, they were even more upset.

The young mage who walked towards them in front of him, in old Neil's heart, was hooked up with the kind of person who came to the Glacier Mountains to prove himself arrogantly from a child of a great aristocratic family, a self-proclaimed genius mage.

"It's okay, it's a genius mage from a noble family who found our camp and wanted to come and say hello to us!"

Sliding downhill and sitting by the fire, Old Neil waved his hand.

Genius mage?

What he said made the other mercenary mages feel interesting, and they thought one by one, what kind of genius method?

Soon, they met this "genius mage".

Dressed brightly, his face was clean and free of dust, and his demeanor was relaxed, as if he had come for an outing. There is no hair on his mouth, and at most he is only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

The corners of the mouths of these mercenary mages twitched, and they only felt that Old Neil's description was too accurate, and he was indeed a "genius mage".

How dare you not be a "genius mage" dressed like this and dare to break into the glacier mountains?

Only a "genius mage" would die like this!

......

Morin, who was ushered into the camp, noticed that the mercenaries looked at him strangely, but he quickly put the matter aside, because he hadn't spoken to anyone for nearly two months, and his stomach was full of words.

Sitting on the ground, he immediately chatted with these mercenary mages with his mouth on his face.