The blizzard is getting bigger.

The whining of the north wind whined through the alley, and in the loud whistling all the sounds became hoarse, and even the sight was buried by the swept snow and ice, and it seemed that it was to reflect this change that the sheriff's short whistle had not sounded for a long time.

Alan Adricol walked slowly through the snow-covered alleys, clutching the massive sword wound on his left hand.

Before the warm blood could drip from his fingertips, it turned into icicles. He staggered one foot deep and the other shallow, his breath turning into white gas, and the long sword in his hand turned into a piercing blade of ice, freezing his fingertips through his leather gloves.

Alan knew that his left arm was probably no longer available, and although it could still move, the bleeding wound had frozen, and this change effectively prevented blood loss for a short time. But in the long run, in the extremely low temperature, the wound is very likely to turn into chilblains, and he may have to cut off his entire left hand.

But at this moment, there was no fear or chagrin in Allen's heart, and he gasped for breath, and couldn't help but laugh excitedly.

For him, whether it is killing or being killed, it is part of the war game, and he has no power to fight back now, but in the face of the sheriff's pursuit, he only needs to succeed in escaping, then he is still the winner of this "game" - just like a thousand times before.

I have to say that Cromwell is indeed a very clever swordsman, compared to Allen's own military swordsmanship is mainly characterized by "fast and ruthless", and squeezes the opponent's defensive space through continuous attack, the long sword in Cromwell's hand is never easy to shoot, using a long sword as a shield, with the pace of swimming, like flowing water, preventing a drop of water, occasionally a sword attack, but it is like a rainbow, a series of fast, accurate and ruthless killing moves forced Allen to be clumsy.

If this was a sword match, Eren would have definitely lost a long time ago.

Feeling the dull pain in his left hand, which had gradually become numb, Alan couldn't help but lick his lips.

Cromwell, who was a scout and went on to become a close officer, probably rarely fought to the death on the front lines of the battlefield - so he would never know the value of advancing for the heavy infantry, who was always at the forefront of the battlefield.

"To go back is to fail! Forward! Forward! Forward! No matter what the price is, as long as you take one step forward, you will win!"

The squadron leader's shout still echoes in Allen's ears.

Even if the sword is broken, the shield is broken, the flag is broken and the blood is spilled on the field, even if the battle axe in the right hand is abandoned, and the lore that is slashed to the throat is blocked with the left hand, it will never retreat!

Roaring and roaring, snatching the weapons of the enemy, striking their heads with bloody fists, ripping their throats with their teeth, roaring even when the helmet mask of the heavy armor is lifted, meeting the stabbing blade with mouth and throat -

- Luckily, it's just a small alleyway.

In hand-to-hand combat, Alan faced Cromwell and didn't get any favors, almost throwing away the long sword he had just snatched, but after taking the opportunity to slash Cromwell's thigh in the tumbling fight, Alan finally escaped.

At the thought of having escaped alive again, Alan couldn't help but laugh again.

Forcing yourself to go to the battlefield again and again, and then leaving the battlefield alive, this is the war that belongs to Allen......

But Alan stopped abruptly.

There was a faint sound from the wind and snow.

Alan raised his head with some confusion and listened attentively, he was a little puzzled, the blizzard that had become so big had basically ruled out the possibility of flying. Does this mean that the sheriff has followed his footsteps? It seems that the little trick of covering up the traces at first did not serve much......

Alan judged this, and couldn't help but quicken his pace, but as he advanced, he stopped in some astonishment.

He listened intently in confusion to the subtle ...... in the howling north wind Song.

The voice...... Coming directly from his front......

"The vast snow, the empty smoke is gone, the wilderness is full of frost and cold, even if a thousand machines are exhausted, the wind and snow sweep the mountains. ”

It was a speech that Eren could not understand, he did not know what it meant, but he could hear the desolate and pathetic tone.

"Time is gone, the past is gone, fame and fortune are gone, right and wrong are gone. ”

It's just that, even if it is hidden in the wind and snow, there are some places that just hear it, which makes Alan feel a faint sense of incongruity.

"The man is bloody with a knife, and he wants to dominate the industry in front, and in a snap of his fingers, the situation has changed. ”

Because...... Singing this imposing short song was the voice of a boy.

"But in the troubled times, the flames of war are extinguished, and the people are smiling. ”

Emerging from the shadows of the wind, snow and night is the Throne of Swords made of ice. Of course, Alan from another world didn't understand what the "Iron Throne" was, but in the face of the imposing Ice Throne in front of him, he felt completely out of tune.

He had also wondered what was waiting for him here.

It could be Cromwell, or a whole bunch of sheriffs, or Sister Knettin, or a team of city captains, but the best thing would have been that there was nothing here.

But he never imagined that there would be a child/dwarf sitting on an ice throne, wrapped in black robes, sitting on it and singing an unknown tanka.

"Alan Adrico. Su Zuo stopped humming softly, he looked at the corpse crusher who appeared in front of him, nodded, and said, "Or, Mr. Corpse Crusher." I've been waiting for you here for a long time. ”

“...... Who are you......" After a brief pause, Alan couldn't help but have strong doubts in his heart, and he asked, "Why are you here." ”

"I'm just a little cook. Su Zuo smiled lightly, because of the cold, he wrapped the black robe on his body a little tighter, the arrival of the Corpse Crusher was much later than he expected, the effect of the constant temperature enchantment had disappeared, and the sudden blizzard also disrupted his entire plan, but he did not plan to retreat at this time, nor did he plan to let the Corpse Crusher see the apprehension in his heart at this time, because Su Zuo understood that this was probably his last chance to catch the Corpse Shatterer.

But he didn't have a chance...... Or in other words, for the worst-case scenario, he was prepared to confront the Corpse Crusher head-on from the start.

"Little Chef, I don't think any ordinary Little Chef will appear here......" In the face of Su Zuo's perfunctory, the Corpse Crusher looked a little annoyed, and the unexpected situation made him a little impatient.

"I'm certainly not an ordinary little cook, please listen to me, Mr. Allen. Facing the killing intent of the Corpse Shatterer, Su Zuo easily pressed his right hand to his chest and introduced himself, "I'm Nolan Jire's chef. ”

The moment Suzo said "Nolan Jire", Alan instantly calmed down: "Nolan Jire...... Is that so...... Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

When Allen's eyes were raised again, they had become extremely scarlet: "So little ghost...... Are you going to get revenge on those?!"

"Revenge?" Hearing Allen's words, Suzo sneered as if he had heard some huge joke, "What nonsense are you talking about, Mr. Allen?"

"Revenge? it doesn't mean anything to me, maybe it's sweet to some people - it's true that those who live for hatred are often more determined than those who don't - but revenge is not enough for me to live for. ”

"I just don't understand a little bit and want to ask you personally, Mr. Allen. Suzo smiled innocently like a real child, but the tone of his mouth was enough to send chills down the spine of the most cold-blooded villain, "-Why did you choose to kill so many people that day?"

“...... Do you want to know?" the scarlet-eyed eyes stared at Su Zuo tightly, "Then exchange your answer...... Tell me why you're here. ”

Wrapped in the black robe on his body, Su Zuo pondered for a moment and said the answer lightly-

"Quite simply, there were two copies of the anonymous letter at the beginning. ”

"In addition to the one that Cromwell gave to Galt, there is one more that is mine. ”

"The reason why I'm here is very simple—since Cromwell wasn't here, he must have only deduced the appearance of being there at the junction. ”

"And I extrapolated it all the way to the end. ”

"The answer to why you have to come here, Mr. Allen, is on the wall behind me. ”

Suzo pointed to the winding alley where he and Alan were, and at the end of the alley, a wall could be faintly visible.

"Town Labyrinth ......"

"Occasionally, that's the case. Because of all kinds of private buildings and unplanned building layouts, or natural disaster sites such as Wenning District, occasionally by chance, a special terrain like this - a town labyrinth will appear. ”

"It's in the center of a city with a lot of traffic, but for a variety of reasons, a labyrinth-like enclosed environment has been formed in the town. ”

"If this kind of maze appears in a bustling downtown area, it is often quickly discovered because of the deterioration of traffic conditions, but in a place like Wenning District, which can be called barren, the existence of this kind of urban maze is difficult for people to recognize. ”

"And this town labyrinth is like an iron bucket in a rushing river, and the only exit is the mouth of the iron bucket, which is the alley you have to pass through. ”

"When the whistle sounds, the entire Wenning District will roar like a whirlpool, pulling you to the abyss, but only the water in this tin bucket will only be pumped out, and because of the blockage of the barrel wall, no new water will be injected into it. ”

"So this is your best refuge in the face of the sheriff's roundup, and of course, hiding in a barrel all the time is not a foolproof solution. After all, it's hard to be sure that after you're missing, the search party won't automatically search into the 'barrel'. ”

"So, in addition to the entrance to enter, you need an exit that doesn't let the sheriff in, but it has to be able to let you out without attracting attention. ”

"Is there such an ideal one-way obstacle?"

"It's hard to guess, but for you, Mr. Allen, it's very simple, isn't it?"

"All you need is a low enough wall for you to climb over that of an average sheriff, or you wouldn't even think of climbing over a 'low wall', isn't it?"

Suzo spread his hand and said it all. Of course, the "bucket" on the map is not an ideal circle, or in other words, if it is a circle, it is easy to be spotted. By looking through the map and the actual stepping point, the "bucket" sketched by Suzo is a flat prism.

At a distance of about 200 meters, the sheriffs could even hear the whistle in the opposite block, but they couldn't realize that the place beyond the wall was the passage where the corpse breaker relied to escape.

After listening to Su Zuo's explanation, the Corpse Shatterer couldn't help but laugh: "I really didn't expect it...... The only one who guessed that...... It's a kid......

"Okay, I'll tell you. Alan Adrico looked at Suzo and couldn't help but smile scarlet, "I'm revenge." ”

"The souls of all members of the Imperial 107th Heavy Infantry Brigade—"

"Revenge on the Southridge people!".

PS: Hmm...... Chatting with people today, it was a very Spartan discovery, probably because the plot was in the ** place recently, and he changed it from one watch to one watch a week...... And that's why the number of recommended votes hasn't been rising lately......

Next week, the author won't even have to wear his pants! Then, at someone's suggestion, the author learned from the pain, struggled for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

In the coming week, if you recommend 300, then add it to 5,000 per day...... (Extreme...... There is still a script to fill in...... ）;