It was less than a day before the snow was pouring down, and the snow on the ground was more than a foot thick. It was dark and gloomy. The ground is as white as silver, and it is magnificent. It was as if the heavens and the earth had been turned upside down.

The howling wind swept the snowflakes like knives against the papier-mâché window lattice, making a dull popping sound. The Prancing Horse Tavern was full of people. The rude mercenaries cursed the bad weather, touched the buttocks of the bartenders, and told explicit meat jokes.

A hot potato stew is served in a porcelain basin, and sweet fruit wine is served in a black pottery wine glass. The weather is so bad that few people are willing to leave their warm comfort zone.

But there are always exceptions, and in the snow-buried wilderness, there is a man wrapped in black linen robes who is hurrying against the wind.

The storm made the black robe cling to him, making him look more and more long. The man's facial features were hidden in a deep hood, and only a pair of eyes as dark as the night sky shimmered with cold light.

With each step, his knees sink into deep snow dens. Although the journey was so difficult, the man was not in a hurry and walked towards the Prancing Horse Tavern step by step.

Arriving at the door of the tavern, the man suddenly stopped. He fixed his gaze on the bulletin board carved from white jade to the right of the tavern's door.

It is a bright red color that records the information of the most evil wanted criminals on the continent. The bounties for these wanted criminals are often extremely high, but very few people pay attention. Because all the people on the list are extremely fierce and crazy people, and they are not ordinary mercenaries who can deal with them.

For example, the second place on the list is the Demon Saint - Scarlet Shadow. Crimson Shadow is not only one of the world's most famous Sanctuary masters, but also the lord of the Fallen City.

As the most evil and notorious city on the mainland, the Fallen City is home to nearly forty percent of the fallen people on the continent. These degenerates have betrayed justice and thrown themselves into the hands of the Dragons of Fear. They are strong and do all kinds of evil. The fact that Scarlet Shadow is able to command these fanatics shows how terrifying his abilities are and how powerful he is.

It can be said that even if the Templar Order of the Holy See of Light were dispatched together, they would not necessarily be able to kill Scarlet Shadow. However, if the lucky one is able to hunt Scarlet Shadow down, then he will automatically become the first cardinal of the Holy See of Light, and wield the peerless artifact Spear of Light.

You know, this means that he will take over the papacy in the future.

Of course, if the lucky one is unwilling to ask for this reward, it can also be converted into ten cities to form the tenth principality of the Bright Dynasty.

The third place is the mad saint - Po Sa. Po Sa is also a master of the Holy Realm, he was originally a respected marshal in the Storm Kingdom, and he has made countless feats in the defense line of the gods. However, in a certain year, Po Sa was lured into depravity, slaughtered three cities in Storm Canyon, killed 876,432 people, and was rumored to be a mad saint and was wanted.

If someone can kill Po Sa, the Temple of Storm will give him a gold mine and the right to mint his own coins, which will not be easy for a hundred years. This kind of reward is more touching than millions of gold coins.

The second and third ranked people are already such mad people, so what kind of traitors and evil people will be the first ranked ones? The hooded man moved his gaze upwards and immediately froze.

The blasphemer - the Flames.

These five words seemed to have a terrifying magic, and he couldn't take his eyes off it for a long time. His dark eyes, which were as deep as the abyssal sea, seemed to set off a violent storm, and they could not be calmed down for a long time.

Suddenly, a neighing sound of horses came from the backyard, waking the hooded man from his nightmare.

Then, the door to the Prancing Horse's tavern was abruptly opened, and the wind swept snowflakes into the tavern with a roar, causing a cacophony of shouting.

A stocky figure muttered out. The man had a beard and thin braids. His cheeks were flushed, he was spitting wine, his eyes were not straight, he was not walking straight, and he was obviously drunk.

He shook his head, and suddenly saw the hooded man in a daze, and then turned his head to look at the bulletin board, and immediately laughed, laughed and burped again, and then, he pointed at the hooded man, "Hehe, another delusional fool." You want to catch the blasphemer, don't you? You want to marry the Flower of the Sky, right? Don't daydream, that bastard has been missing for six years. ”

A neighing of horses pierced through the wind and came again. The man shook his head, ignored the hooded man, and staggered in the direction of the stable.

Wind horses are very delicate, especially in cold climates, if the warmth measures are not done well, it is easy to fall ill. This man is a short-horned man, and he loves horses by nature, but even when he is drunk, he never forgets to take care of them.

The hooded man turned his gaze to the bulletin board again. The vermilion handwriting was as glaring as blood, and there was a long list of rewards written on it. Among them, the first item is that those who capture Cangyan alive can marry Yunluo and automatically become the first prince of the Emerald Kingdom and the first heir to the throne of the Emerald Kingdom.

Yun Luo, the eldest princess of the Emerald Kingdom, known as the flower of the sky, is one of the most beautiful women on the continent. Seeing the word Yunluo, the hooded man's eyes were in a trance.

In the void, a smiling shadow seemed to appear in front of him, and that bright smile was enough to turn the ice-covered winter into a blooming spring season.

Immediately, the shadow slowly faded away, faded, and disappeared without a trace. The hooded man's black eyes fell into deep sorrow, and all thoughts were lost, and life was worse than death.

After a few moments, he slowly turned around and walked into the Prancing Horse Tavern.

As for the Storm Temple and the Bright Sect's reward for the Flames, don't look at it. It's just a few artifacts, even though it's priceless, how can it compare to Yun Luo's alluring smile.

The fireplace was blazing.

It's cold outside the tavern, but it's warm and pleasant inside. It's just that the tavern is filled with the smell of alcohol mixed with tobacco, which is very choking, which makes the hooded man who lives in the wild very uncomfortable. He took a quick look around the tavern and sat down closest to the door.

The doorway, which is the weakest smell of tobacco and alcohol in the entire tavern, is also the least vulnerable to siege and the easiest to escape.

Seeing this, some of the diners in the tavern frowned. Most of the mercenaries are very drunk and talkative, and this is mainly to exchange information from various places.

Know that for mercenaries, news means life. Even introverts who enter the mercenary profession will quickly become chatter. For example, the taciturn character of the hooded man, the sneaky behavior, there must be some problems.

The mercenaries in the tavern looked at each other and exchanged their eyes silently for a while, then one stood up and walked towards the hooded man.

At this time, the hooded man had just asked for a glass of fruit wine made from chestnuts, and he was holding it in the palm of his hand, warming his cold and pale fingers. The purple liquid rippled in the cup, like his eternal nightmare for thousands of nights.

"Hello, I'm Qiuyang from the White Feather Mercenary Group. Your Excellency, can you take off your hood?" Qiu Yang was pushed out by many mercenaries to test the hooded man. At this moment, he was about five paces away from the hooded man, holding the hilt of the greatsword in his right hand, staring at him.

Qiu Yang was dressed in a black robe.

It was the uniform attire of almost all mercenaries. Because, if there is blood stained on the black clothing, whether it is your own blood or the blood of others, it will become invisible.

The shoulders of the black robes were embroidered with a white feather, which was the mark of the White Feather Mercenary Regiment. As the squad leader of the White Feather Mercenary Regiment, Qiu Yang has the strength of the peak of a warrior. As long as there is a slight chance, Qiu Yang may explode and become a real master.

As if he hadn't heard Qiuyang's warning, the hooded man straightened his arm, and with the sound of a jingling bell, a small pet jumped out of the hooded man's sleeve and landed on the table.

The pet was about half a foot long with a head and tail, very similar to the length of a Tyrannosaurus rex, but slightly fatter. This is the jaw-jawed dragon, a small thing that lives by preying on birds and insects. It had three golden bells tied to its tail, and with only a slight movement, it jingled.

The hooded man teased the dragon with his fingers as he explained, "I'm not a bad person, and you wouldn't want to see my face." ”

"It doesn't matter what Your Excellency said. Qiu Yang stared at the hooded man tightly, his gaze gradually became cold, and the atmosphere in the tavern became extremely oppressive.

Seeing that the hooded man did not cooperate, Qiu Yang's body shrank back slightly, like a strong bow opening the bowstring, and was about to burst out with terrifying attack power.

This is the precursor of Qiu Yang's move.

But Qiu Yang still had to make one last effort, and he said coldly, "Your Excellency, I am Qiu Yang, the fifth squad leader of the White Feather Mercenary Regiment. We suspect you are a spy in the Fallen City, your Excellency, can you take your hood off?"

At this time, the short man who had gone out to take care of the Wind Horse Beast walked in, and he immediately laughed when he saw the tense appearance in the tavern.

"Qiuyang, this guy was still out looking at the wanted list just now, he was fascinated, he would never be a spy, you don't have to be so nervous. ”

Qiuyang ignored it, still staring at the hooded man with an expressionless face. Seeing this, the short-horned tribesman muttered, "The autumn sun of the bladed clan is really as stubborn as a sword blade." Although he complained, he was not ready to interfere again, after all, they were companions, and they could not fall out for someone they did not know.

The hooded man slowly placed the wine glass on the pitch-black tabletop, making a soft "duh" sound. Immediately, he raised his pale fingers, grabbed the edge of the hood, and removed it.

Everyone gasped. Someone sighed quietly and muttered what was on everyone's mind. ", you're young, why are you out of shape?"

The hooded man's hair was as pale as silver, his sword eyebrows were slanted into his sideburns, his dark eyes were shining like stars, and his facial features were handsome and weak, almost making people suspect that he was a woman.

However, one deep and two shallow, three terrible scars completely ruined his appearance. The middle scar is the deepest and longest, starting at the corner of the eye, cutting the bridge of the nose and pulling diagonally to the bottom of the cheek. Judging by the shape of the scar, it should be some kind of beast that injured him with its claws, and if the hooded man was slow to dodge, he was afraid that his head would be torn apart.

The handsome facial features with such scars are more and more hideous and terrifying, which is unbearable to witness. Qiu Yang only glanced at it, and then looked away, but there was a lot of apology in the depths of his pupils.

[With such a look, no one wants to show up! I'm a little reckless this time!]

"Have you seen that I'm a spy in the Fallen City?" the hooded man's voice was hoarse and low, and he looked a little unhappy.

Qiuyang solemnly bent down and apologized, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." With that, Qiu Yang took two steps back, and then returned to his companions.

The inhabitants of the Fallen City are fallen people who believe in the dragon of dread, who have turned their backs on the light for the power of darkness or for other reasons.

For this, they were punished by the Dragon of Light, whose eyes were eternally scarlet, very remarkable. And the black eyes of the hooded man are like a pool of deep and distant water, and he is obviously not a degenerate.

"Hey, friend. To celebrate this misunderstanding, why not stop by for a drink? The short man with his braided hair saw that the misunderstanding had been resolved, and immediately raised his glass and yelled at the hooded man.

He is a typical short-horned man, short in stature, fond of braids, fond of horses, fond of spears and axes, and fond of cross locks. It is rumored that the Shorthorn people lived in the five-flower grassland a long, long time ago, and were the first to train the wind horse beasts. But now, the five-flower grassland is occupied by the fear species, and they can only wander around. Whether it is the fertile plains, the Jinsha Coast or the green forests, they can be seen.

The hooded man put his hat back on and stood up. The little jaw-like pet leaped from the table, clutching the hooded man's sleeve and climbing onto his shoulder. The golden bells shook and tinkled.

Seeing the hooded man striding and sitting down, the short man with braided hair laughed, and introduced himself: "I am Tiedun, what do you call your friend?"

"Cold fire. ”

"Oh, Cold Fire, I'll introduce you. This is Mogen, a low-eyebrow man who is good at using a crossbow. Mogen was thin and weak, and the black robes of the White Feather Mercenary Regiment looked very loose on him. Mogan had a heavy crossbow strapped to his back, and the cold light flickered, as if it were all made of steel.

Leng Huo nodded slightly, and Mogen also smiled and returned the salute, and said politely: "Your pet is very beautiful." ”

After that, Tie Dun touched his chin and said with a wicked smile: "Hehe, Leng Huo, this other guy is the guy who made trouble for you just now, named Qiuyang, who is more stubborn than us shorthorns." Cold fire, don't you feel the same way, hehe. ”

Qiuyang's square face is the kind of steady character that doesn't smile at first glance. At this moment, he and Leng Huo were sitting face to face, but his face was a little red. His lips pursed, and he was about to say something, when Leng Huo had already raised his glass and said, "Meeting is fate, and having a drink is a friend." There is no need to mention the previous things. ”

Tie Dun slapped the table heavily and shouted, "Well said, for my appetite." No wonder I feel so pleasing to the eye when I see you, come, let's have a drink together. ”

Raise a glass and drink it all.

After drinking the purple chestnut wine, I added a glass of bright red and blood-like wine, which is made from wild mountain grapes, sweet and sour, very different from the rich aroma of chestnut wine.

On the mainland, the yield of grains is not high, and it is still not enough to satisfy people's appetites, and there is no surplus grain to make wine. Therefore, people can only collect some wild mountain fruits to make wine, which are diverse and have different tastes.

Tie Dun had already drunk a lot before, and now he drank another glass, naturally his eyes were even more drunk, and he smiled, "Leng Huo, you looked at the wanted list before." Hehe, do you have any thoughts?"

"I really wish I was Cangyan, so I could cut off my head to receive the reward!" Leng Huo, who exposed his appearance, seemed to let go of his thoughts and became articulate.

He teased himself, and the other three burst into laughter.

Immediately, Leng Huo asked as if confused: "This Cangyan was only fourteen years old when he was wanted, and the bounty is even richer than the Demon Saint Scarlet Shadow?"

Tie Dun said drunkenly, "Who knows? Everyone said it was blasphemy." Maybe Cang Yan did something heinous to the Jade Dragon in the Jade Sanctuary, which made the three major temples want together, right?"

Qiu Yang put the wine glass on the table heavily, and Zhengse said: "There is no point in discussing this, Shenlong has insight into subtlety, and there will never be a mistake." ”

Mogen seemed to be sad that he couldn't catch Cang Flame, and said sadly, "It's really pointless to discuss this, it's been six years. Now, we don't even know what that guy looks like, and we're talking about catching him!"

"It is clear from the wanted list that no matter what he becomes, his vindictive attributes will not change. In the whole world, only Cang Yan's fighting spirit is a golden-like flame - Golden Flame. Qiuyang said calmly,

However, his calm expression quickly collapsed, and after a slight pause, he sighed again, "Cang Yan was fourteen years old and his fighting spirit exploded, and now that six years have passed, he is likely to have trained into a fighting spirit attaché and become a Sword Sect-level master, which is enough to run amok." I'm a year older than him, but I haven't touched the threshold of the explosion of vindictiveness, I'm really ashamed. ”

The cold fire was hidden in the hood, and I don't know what the expression was. But Tie Dun opened his mouth wide and was very surprised, "Sword Sect, I'll strangle you, if you really fight, one finger of him will be enough to kill us." I think even if we really see him, we have to hide far away. ”

"Hehe, it's really to stay away. Six years ago, Cangyan's bounty caused a sensation in the mainland, and countless masters went out to search and arrest, and even some masters of the Holy Domain came out. Unfortunately, nothing came of it to all. He's a fourteen-year-old boy who has been able to escape a heavy roundup, how can we deal with it?" Morgan grinned, a little gloating. Obviously, the failure of his predecessors made him happy in his heart. This means that he still has a chance.