readx;? Ian held his breath and stared at the dark shadow in the snowy night, afraid he was mistaken. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But not this time, the man was less than ten meters away from him, but there was no moonlight, and the light of the campfire could only shine below the knee. Ian found him unshoeed, barefoot in the rain.

Ian was looking at the man, and the man was looking at him. Neither side took the lead to speak to break the silence, just silently, staring at each other. The distance of ten meters seemed to turn into an insurmountable chasm at this moment.

"Who are you?"

After hesitating for a long time, Ian was the first to speak and break the silence.

The man did not speak, but turned and walked away. Ian was in a hurry, he didn't want to let this guy go for the second time, so he subconsciously followed. After a few steps in the snow, it occurred to him that once he left, it would be dangerous for others to keep a vigil without him.

He was about to wake them up, but the man spread his steps and ran. If Ian didn't follow immediately, the man could shake himself off in the blink of an eye. Ian had no choice but to yell at the camp, "Dennis, Green!

After yelling, he didn't care, and chased after him, because he knew that Dennis would definitely wake up.

There was no moon tonight, and there were only four or five stars in the starry sky, emitting a faint light, barely illuminating the road ahead. The cold wind struck, and the Yarman Forest warmed up overnight, officially moving from autumn to winter, and the rain almost stopped, leaving only snow grains.

Ian didn't know how many snow particles were floating on his face, and his whole face stiffened. He wore only a thin garment, for the hunting suit he had worn was still baking by the fire. So much so that he shivered when he ran in the cold wind, and his steps were not so easy.

He thought the man would be able to shake him off soon, as the man had easily shaken off Green earlier. However, the man did not, no matter how slow Ian ran, the man always kept a distance of ten meters from Ian, no more, no less.

Ian knew that the man was waiting for him on purpose, but why did he do this?

Ian didn't know, he couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have the energy to think about it. He had put all his energy into his feet, but even so, he couldn't stop his legs, which were gradually freezing from the cold.

Finally, the man stopped, his back to Ian.

Ian also stopped about two or three meters away from the man, and he forced his physical discomfort to speak again: "Are you from the same team six years ago? If so, why are you running?"

The man still didn't answer, but slowly turned around. Ian finally saw his face clearly, this was a very sloppy middle-aged man, his hair and beard had not been cleaned for an unknown amount of time, and almost all that could be seen on his entire face was the beard and hair, and beyond that, there were a pair of deep lake blue eyes.

At this moment, he was looking at Ian with these eyes, without the slightest emotion.

Ian also noticed that he was wearing a tattered black hunting suit. It seems that their previous guess was correct, he was indeed a high-ranking hunter in Nicole's father's team six years ago, and he survived in this Forest of Death for six years.

"I think I know who you are. Ian tentatively extended his hand to the man, "I don't know what happened to you six years ago, but we are on the same side, the Lord of the Rose sent us to find the elves, you can definitely help us, right?"

The man still didn't respond, looking blankly at Ian's outstretched hand.

The atmosphere froze suddenly, and Ian faintly felt a hint of unease. He felt that this person's eyes were dangerous, not like the eyes of a human, but more like the eyes of a beast. Some time ago, those fierce beasts living in the forest also looked at them who were following behind the mammoth clan with such eyes.

"I don't know if you can understand what I'm saying, but I guess you do. Ian made a reassuring gesture and moved closer to him, "I'm not your enemy, I'm just like you, a hunter in the hall. ”

Before Ian's words could fall, the man moved. The speed was so fast that Ian didn't have time to react, he only saw a flash of white light, and the next moment, he felt a pain in his face. He subconsciously reached out and touched the blood in his hand.

"Why are you!"

The man didn't give Ian a chance to ask a second sentence, and pounced on Ian again, moving like a cheetah. It was only for a split second that Ian felt the white light appear before his eyes.

He really wanted to kill himself!

Ian didn't have time to think so much, and hurriedly shook his head to avoid the fatal blow, but not completely, and there was another wound on his forehead.

Ian is furious!

He obviously didn't know him, but he directly killed him. If the guard is around, he will definitely take out the guard and have a good fight with him. At the moment, he could only quickly put his hand in his pocket.

Then, he was stunned again. He was wearing a close-fitting garment with pockets. His dagger was in the pocket of his hunting suit, which was now hanging by the campfire and baking.

For the first time, Ian really experienced what it means to cry without tears.

The man didn't care if Ian was armed or not, he pounced again, and the target was Ian's head again. He really looks like a beast, when a beast hunts, it will bite off the neck of the prey at the first time, and his purpose is obviously the same as that of the beast.

"Damn, don't underestimate me!"

Ian cursed inwardly, then stretched out his foot and kicked the man hard. The man stretched out his hand to block it, and Ian only felt that he had kicked on a hill, and the hill did not move, but Ian's leg hurt a little. However, Ian also relied on this kick and fell backwards with his strength.

After a few tosses in the snow, Ian touched a thick branch.

As if grasping at a life-saving straw, Ian clung to the branch, and when the man lunged at him again, he took the branch and stabbed the man in the chest.

"Whew. ”

Ian heard a muffled grunt, but didn't have time to rejoice, for he looked down and saw a knife plunged into his chest.

He looked up and saw a fist flying towards his head.

Then he felt the bridge of his nose break, and with a muffled grunt, he fell headlong.

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