The tip of the cold arrow flew towards Kenny's brow like a whistling silver devil, and at this time, Alan was a hundred paces away, rushing towards Kenny who fell to the ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Suddenly, a black arrow was so powerful that it shot the silver arrow in the air, pulling Kenny back from Death's hand, small beads of sweat popping out of his forehead, Kenny looked at the stump of the silver arrow that fell to the ground, and exhaled a deep breath from his lungs.

The second wave of arrows from the ten soldiers struck again, Kenny, who was sitting on the ground, quickly got up and hid for the torture pile, and the five or six thousand soldiers of the Iron Hoof Legion let out an earth-shattering roar, Kenny tried to hide the fatal parts behind the torture pile, and carefully tilted his head to look at the sensational crowd, and the rabble turned and rushed out of the station.

Alan ran from one side, broadbladed sword in his blood, and looked at Kenny breathlessly.

"What's going on?" asked Alan as he gasped and leaned against the torture stake, tilting his head to Kenny.

"How do I know. Kenny was also at a loss.

Outside the garrison, thousands of prophetic armies marched through the snow from all directions, huge roars running through their lungs and throats, tearing at the eardrums of every soldier, and they slammed into the garrison in front of them like a raging wave. Rows of pine stakes turned into their weapons, and before the lively soldiers could pick up their weapons, they had been knocked down and trampled in the blink of an eye, and the smell of blood continued to spread inward from the periphery of the Iron Hoof Legion.

Kenny listened to the roars coming from all directions, those voices sounded familiar, he gave Eren a look, motioned to solve the ten archers trapped them, Eren raised his broad-bladed sword and rushed towards the archers from behind the torture stake, only to hear a few 'whoosh' sounds, the five archers in front of him fell to the ground almost at the same time, their heads were all pierced by black arrows, the other five archers were about to flee when they saw the situation, and the black devil with no arrows instantly sanctioned these timid deserters.

The two watched the terrifying scene in front of them, Alan holding the broad-bladed sword in place, and a blonde boy riding the prophet ran in front of them.

"How are you?!" Kenny exclaimed.

"You owe me my life again, Lord Kenny. The blonde boy swapped the black crystal longbow into his right hand and leaped sideways from the Prophet's back.

The boy was dressed in a palm leaf garment with an unadorned bear skin and a rope around his neckline, which looked odd as he walked over to Kenny, his eyes as resolute as ever.

"Aiden!why you?Why did you come to this continent?," Kenny asked a few questions, a little unconvinced of his eyes.

"It's all my nosy stuff, after that day Marcy almost searched the entire Side Mountains in order to find me, and I had no choice but to follow your footsteps all the way here, and there was no one in this damn northern continent, and I almost starved to death in the snow. I was actually attacked by a crow this morning, and the damn creature was just trying to run away and I shot it with an arrow, and I was going to make it for lunch, but I found a parchment letter at its feet. Aiden said as he handed the parchment letter to Kenny.

As soon as Kenny opened the letter, Mal rushed up to the group like a yak in the wind.

"Well, it's just the right time?" said Mal patted Kenny on the shoulder.

"How do you know Kenny and I capsized in the gutter?

"Foreknowledge, what foreknowledge, didn't you call me?" said Mal, looking at Alan blankly.

"We called you? You probably didn't look at Kenny and I just now, we were like two pieces of bacon hanging on this damn meat rack, you see, there's another one on it. Alan said, pointing to Gard on the torture stake.

Mar looked up at Gard hanging in mid-air, the guy seemed to be talking something incessantly, the Prophet's roar was approaching the execution ground they were in, and the Iron Hoof Legion was already in a crush.

"You didn't send the letter for help, God Namu bless me, I may be hell. Mal reached out and touched his broken antlers, looking at Kenny and Alan with a look of distrust.

"What a distress letter, bring it. Alan looked up at the tall Mar.

Mal handed the parchment letters he was holding to Allen, and Kenny noticed that the letters were about the same size. He snatched the letter from Alan's hand and opened two pieces of parchment at the same time.

'Lord Kenny needs your help to walk twenty miles north and wait there for the halfling race'.

'We're in trouble, go thirty miles north out of the valley, and you'll find us all the way west, and remember to take a blonde boy with you along the way.'

Kenny's eyes were filled with excitement as he looked at the words on the two parchment letters, and his hand shaking as he squeezed the letters.

"God Namu forbid, it's Lawrence's handwriting!" he said, looking up excitedly.

A prophet rushed to Maar's side, his spear in his hand, covered in blood, looking at the crowd.

"Patriarch, this group of guys is not very resistant, most of them have fled to the east, and the leader has also fled to the east. The Prophet played with the spear in his hand, and the blade of the spear was branded with a horseshoe coat of arms.

"Do you want to cut the grass and eradicate it?" said Mal, looking at Kenny with an excited face.

"Of course, the leader of this legion can make me and Alan suffer a lot, settle them first and then think about Lawrence, by the way, put down the guy hanging from above. Kenny folded the two letters and carefully tucked them into his coat pocket, and crawled sideways to report to the Prophet, chasing them in the direction of the Ironhoof rout.....

The Sumerian continent is far north.

Lawrence and his savior lay on the top of a not-so-high snowy mountain, looking down at the ice field below, dozens of snow wolves surrounded the two, staring at the bottom of the mountain with blood-red eyes.

As far as the eye can see, thousands of ice-brick igloos are scattered across the vast ice field, and outside each igloo sits a man wrapped in a white bear skin, the long line of their fishing rod hanging into the small hole in front of them, which may be the only way for the Ice Plains to survive.

Thousands of snow wolves roam the periphery of the Icefield Tribe, patrolling back and forth with blood-red eyes, like loyal soldiers guarding every inch of the territory here, guarding against every accident that may occur.

"Why are you helping Kenny, and using my handwriting, aren't you supposed to be like the sea?" asked Lawrence, turning his head to the snow.

"I don't know, maybe I've been in a better mood lately. ”

"It's been so long, what the hell do you want to do?" Lawrence turned to look at the Ice Plains tribe below.

"Do you see the ice field down there?" the man turned his head and threw an extremely confident smile at Lawrence, "I'm going to be the new lord here!"