The soldier who was crossed by the ox cart froze in place, one of his hands hovered in mid-air, and before he could say the words that came to his mouth, he was blocked in his throat by the strange scene in front of him, and the words were like a fishbone in his throat, and he couldn't say it, and he couldn't swallow it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The brass bell on the ox's neck was still tinking, and the man in the ox cart looked ahead as if there was no obstacle in front of him, and he was wearing a thick leather coat with a hat that completely covered his eyes, and the soldiers made way for him, and he passed one soldier after another, and disappeared by the stream.

"Law, Lawrence. Kenny had a lot to say, but he didn't know what to say.

Lawrence had already gasped for breath at this time, and he was also looking at the scene in front of him, but obviously slightly better than the others, and it was clear that he had seen similar scenes before.

The sound of a sword unsheathed pierced the silence around him, Lawrence turned his head to see Kenny beside him roaring, slashing at him with both swords in his hands, Kenny's sudden movement startled him, and Lawrence, caught off guard, quickly turned around, and fell into the snow on one side.

His head was buried in the thick snow, and the biting cold instantly awakened Lawrence's brain, and the frightened horses around him raised their front hooves and neighed, and the eyes of all the soldiers were attracted by these sounds, looking at the two lords from a distance.

Lawrence pulls his head out of the snow, and he sees a man of about twenty-five or sixteen easily dodge Kenny's hard blow.

The man had a beautiful long chestnut hair, the shawl hair was neatly tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, a short close-fitting coat sewn from brown bear skin, and an iron-gray robe was draped on the outside of the short robe, the sun shone on his robe, and the inside of the robe could be faintly seen embroidered with golden wolf patterns, although the texture of the robe was good, it looked like it had been dug out of the tomb, and it was very old.

After the man stood still, the silver chain hanging around his neck was still shaking, and at the end of the silver chain hung a badge in the shape of a wolf's head, the material and style of the badge looked familiar and special, the wolf head with fangs exposed was very similar to Kenny's family crest, and the material of the badge was very similar to the material of Kenny's blade, with a little blue light in the inky black, which looked very mysterious.

"You're... What's that?"

Kenny held his sword to his chest as if he were facing an enemy, and he spat out the last four words from his mouth fiercely, as if the man he was seeing was not human, but an alien.

The man didn't answer Kenny's question, his brown eyes looked at Kenny flatly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, there was no hostility in his smile, and Lawrence got up from the ground and patted the snow on his body.

"My name is Lawrence, this is Kenny, the leader of the Confederate forces, we came from the south, just looking for a place to stay, and we've been walking in the snow for seven days. Lawrence said, looking at the man in front of him.

"Oh. The mysterious man finally spoke.

"I thought you didn't know human language, but look at your standing posture, like a prostitute in the city of Sintjo. Kenny put away his sword and looked at the strange man in front of him with an unhappy expression.

"We wanted to stay here, but we couldn't find a suitable place because we were passing through plains, with no trees or rocks to set up camp. Lawrence felt that the man in front of him was not hostile.

"This is already the southernmost point of the Sumerian continent. The man turned to look at Lawrence.

"Sue . . . Beauty.. You.. Continental?" Kenny repeated the man's words word for word.

"We're coming from the other side of the North Bridge, we don't know much about this place, why did you suddenly appear here, that village just now..."Lawrence was at a loss for words, not knowing how to describe the strange sight they had seen.

The man, who was obviously a little silent in front of the strangers, did not answer Lawrence's question, but kept looking at Kenny in front of him.

Kenny was also looking up and down at the man in front of him, just now the ox cart passed through the soldiers, everyone's eyes were attracted by the strange sight, and he was about to ask Lawrence if he had encountered the same strange phenomenon before, but he turned around and saw a strange man standing behind Lawrence, so he drew his sword and slashed at this unknown guy, in this deserted ghost place, what kind of good person could suddenly appear.

After a few observations, Kenny was surprised to find the pendant on the man's chest, the pattern turned out to be his own family coat of arms, and his family's embroidery could be faintly seen on the inside of his cloak.

"Who are you, why do you have the coat of arms of the Dalton family?" Kenny's tone softened, and there was no longer any hostility from before.

The man still didn't answer Kenny's question, staring at Kenny with a pair of beautiful brown eyes.

"Hey, I'm asking you, or do you want to try my black steel sword again, it's not so easy to dodge this time, you'll be split in half!" Kenny said, slowly moving his hand to the hilt of his waist.

"My name is... Allen is a descendant of the Dalton family who went into exile in Sumer. The man's words were a little frustrated.

"Descendants of the exiles of the Dalton family, how can I not know who you really are if someone in my family is in exile?"

"That was a long time ago, before the Marshall family ruled the First Continent. ”

Kenny listened to the man suspiciously, trying to search his mind for what his father had said, but he never thought of the exile of his ancestors, and now he wanted to go back to his palace study and look through the family history to prove if the guy in front of him was lying.

"Since you are a descendant of my family, where do your people live now, and what is going on with the village behind you?" Kenny asked the man in front of him.

"The Sumerian continent is not a peaceful holy place, everyone in the family is dead, and I came here to avenge my father. As for the village behind me, I've just arrived here, and I don't know what is going on like you. ”

Kenny listened to the man's words, and didn't know why, he always felt that the man who suddenly appeared in front of him had an inexplicable sense of intimacy, that kind of intimacy was only felt in his brother when he was a child, maybe he was really a descendant of the Dalton family, if it weren't for the same blood flowing on his body, he couldn't have this feeling.

"Your name is Alan, right, apart from the coat of arms around your neck and the embroidery on your cape, what else do you have to prove that you are a descendant of the Dalton family?" Kenny asked, looking at the man in front of him.

The man's eyes were still flat, his left hand tucking his cloak behind him, his right hand clutching the sword at his waist, a little cold light, and when Kenny opened his eyes, the blade was already pointing straight at his chest.