Due to the influence of Krach's magic, the Gran Forest was already a land of ice and snow at this time. www.biquge.info In this kind of cold weather, even the rampaging monsters here can't bear it, they are more suitable for a warm environment. In this case, it has also become a paradise for pioneers. In search of possible remnants of the elves, the pioneers placed themselves in the midst of the silver forest.

Maffeo and Marcos struggled to walk through the snow one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the water that slipped from the tree slipped and slapped on their heads.

"I think I need a campfire. Maffeo's body trembled.

"I'm not much better, damn, I can't even think properly, it's a lot colder here than Huttonmar. Marcos grumbled.

"I didn't see any monsters along the way, you know, the guys were too cold to stand it. ”

Marcos paused and stared at the white in front of him, which was no longer clearly discernible under the heavy snow.

"Damn Maffeo, I think we might be lost. The look on Marcos' face was a little embarrassed.

"Are you kidding?"

"No, I think what I said is true. Marcos looked around.

"Damn dude, don't you say I forgot, don't you think it's too ... Is it quiet?" said Maffeo, looking around a little wary.

"Well done, Maffeo, you reminded me. Marcus gradually put his hand on the hilt.

A boomerang burst out of the bushes on the side, its sharp blades rushing towards Maffeo with a gust of wind. With a 'ding' sound, the black knife blocked Maffeo's eyes. Maffeo was already frightened by this time, and the boomerang almost cut through his face.

Marcos' dark eyes scanned the trees around him, and his gaze stopped at some thicker bush. "Well done, I know how to change positions after attacking. As Marcos finished saying this, a sword aura rushed out of his sword and rushed straight towards the bush.

An embarrassed figure emerged from the bushes, and in order to avoid the sword qi, he almost crawled out of it in a dog-planing posture.

"You think you've won, give it to me and kill them!" the embarrassed figure was still lying on the ground in a doggy position, and he whistled vigorously.

Several men in the usual garb of the Pioneer rushed out from behind him, swordsmen wielding knives in their hands and roaring loudly at the two of them. Marcos patted Maffeo on the shoulder, "Don't hurt them, they're pioneers, just teach them a lesson." ”

"So a boxing fight?" said Maffeo, waving his fist.

Marcos just smiled, then put away his knife and rushed over.

The Pioneers are not too strong in combat, and they are better at exploring and pioneering in comparison. After another empty-handed grab, Maffeo took down the last Pioneer with one punch. The embarrassed man before no longer had the momentum he had just now, he hurriedly got up and ran away in the opposite direction.

"Tie him up and bring him back, I think we can talk to him. Marcos waved his hand. Maffeo nodded, then took a step to catch up.

The pioneer weaved from tree to tree, and Maffeo struggled to chase after him on the ground, and because of the depth of the snow, it took him a great deal of effort to take every step.

"We didn't want to hurt you, we just wanted to talk to you!" said Maffeo, shouting at the pioneer in the trees.

"Fuck off, don't come near me. The pioneer spat out in alarm, and then began to weave from tree to tree.

"You're testing my patience, bastard!" Maffeo was already a little annoyed, annoyed by the seemingly endless chase.

Maffeo calculated the distance and drew his broadsword and threw it at the trunk of the next tree that the pioneer was about to reach. The great sword sank into the trunk of the tree, and under that force, the tree began to crumble. The pioneer failed to keep his balance, and he fell from the tree that was about to crash to the ground with a scream. As he landed, the tree fell in the opposite direction.

"I'll kill you. Maffeo tied the pioneer's hands with ropes.

"What are you going to do to me? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have attacked you. "The pioneer was almost crying. Maffeo drew his greatsword sunk into the trunk of the tree, and then pushed the bound pioneer. "Go, I promise I won't hurt you. ”

When Maffeo brought him to Marcos, the pioneers who had been there were already sitting in rows tied up by Marcos.

"Well done, Maffeo!" Marcos greeted.

Maffeo pushed the pioneer in front of Marcos, and then helped him loosen the rope at Marcos's motion. The pioneer looked at his freed hands with a little puzzlement, then looked up at Marcos with some fear.

"I want to ask you some questions. "Marcos tried to make himself look kind.

"I know... Be sure to tell you. ”

"Take it easy, I didn't want to hurt you, why are you attacking us?"

"I thought you were some other pioneer team, but in the Gran Forest, the pioneers basically fought when they met, and it was not uncommon for them to kill people with knives. Because everyone didn't want to let the other party get ahead of them and find the ruins left by the elves. "Pioneers dare not deceive in the slightest.

"That's stupid, you guys really believe that elves will leave things?" Marcos thought a little amused.

"I don't know, sir. We've only heard about it, too. The fear on the pioneer's face faded a little.

"I don't want to embarrass you, my brother and I are actually a little lost, do you know what part of the Gran Forest this is?"

"West, sir, the minotaur of this neighborhood was killed four months ago, so that's why we dare to come here. ”

"Thank you, I'll take care of the rest. Marcus tossed a knife that belonged to them to the pioneer, then pointed to the twisted flowers that sat in the row on the other side. The Pioneer clearly understood what Marcos meant, and he nodded gratefully.

"We've got to go. Marcos patted Maffeo on the shoulder.

Marcos searched the silver forest with his own memories and the information provided by the pioneers, and although Maffeo repeatedly asked him what he was looking for, Marcos only said a few perfunctory words each time.

Coming to a clearing, Marcos stopped, and Maffeo was a little confused, he didn't know what Marcos wanted to do. Marcos drew his knife, then crouched down and picked the snow on the ground with the tip of his knife. "Maffeo, come and help me pick up the snow. ”

"What the hell do you want, Marcos?" asked Maffeo.

"Just help me, I think I might be able to find some clues. Marcos didn't look up, still continuing his movements.

Maffeo pulled out his broadsword a little helplessly, and then crouched down to carry the snow on the ground with him.

As the snow decreased, the surface of the ground gradually revealed, and a large number of white bones also entered the sight of the two. Marcos looked at the pile of bones, searching for fragments of memories in his mind.

Maffeo picked up a white bone with his sword and looked at it, and Marcos on the side suddenly said, "Sure enough, I guessed correctly, these white bones are from the bull-headed giant beast we killed four months ago." ”

"You mean that?" said Maffeo, gesturing to the white bone on his broadsword.

"That's right, I'm here to make sure this is where we killed the minotaur four months ago. Marcos said mysteriously.

"So what?" Maffeo didn't understand Marcos' thoughts.

Marcos didn't reply, but pointed to his ghost's hand. Maffeo still wondered, and he lowered his head and tried to remember what had happened four months earlier.

"Breath. Marcos reminded.

Maffeo paused, then looked up abruptly and said, "You mean that the area where our ghost hands reacted abnormally, just before we slay the Minotaur Behemoth?"

"That's right, at the time, I thought that maybe it was the mutation that affected the monsters as well as the ghosts. When GSD told us the details of the commission, I began to doubt my original idea. Marcos stated his thoughts.

"So, there's a good chance that that area is what GSD is talking about...... I see, that's why you've always confirmed this place, because that area is not far from us. ”

"Anyway, at least for now, there is a goal. Marcos looked at the woods behind him.

"I remember that we came here on a detour under the influence of the breath, so now we ......"

"We went straight in. Marcos stood up and patted the snow off his clothes.