"There's no news from the crow yet?",

In the towering tower, a tall man looks out the snowy window.

Due to the cold snow and ice in winter, the windows of the Great Wall Towers will be torn down before winter, leaving only a ring of iron ore.

The people who guard the Great Wall of Desperation are also sturdy and tall warriors, this place is attacked by heavy snow all year round, 24 hours a day, and they will not waste their energy on such trivial things as cleaning windows at any time in a border that can be attacked by foreign spirits and demons, so they must always be wrapped in thick coats to resist the cold here.

And the stove in the tower could not be extinguished for a moment.

The bitter cold wind whistled through the iron window, and the tall man standing at the window had a rough and rigid face, but he was wearing only a thin leather coat.

At his waist was a long black sword, unsheathed but sharp enough.

Hanging Magic Sword, Damocles.

Everyone here knows the name of this sword.

The sword was more famous than its current owner, a genius named Burial God Destroyer.

"No, now the country is full of giant insects, demons, wandering spirits and many unclean things, although the crows are powerful, this time they will have a headache."

After the death of the burial god, a burly man sat in front of the stove, and a pot of rice wine was warmed on the stove.

His figure was at least two heads taller than ordinary people, and although he was wearing full armor, the strong muscle streamlines could still be faintly seen.

The Funeral God nodded and looked at the black mist floating in the snow outside the window.

"But Mistress Quinn has a letter that the demon who crossed the border the day before yesterday has encountered him."

He took a sip of his wine and looked at the bars in front of him.

The iron window he faced was completely different from the iron window erected by the Funeral God, this window was full of snow and a continuous hut, and there was a little boy in open crotch pants running around and fighting in the snow.

There is only a wall, but inside the wall and outside the wall are very different worlds.

On the one hand, there are wandering spirits and evil things. A hell full of giant insects, on the one hand, is a paradise full of laughter.

And for the people inside the wall, what keeps the wind and rain outside the wall bloody is the desperate Great Wall that has stood here for thousands of years and the night tourists who guard it.

"The Devil",

Hearing the hunter behind him mention the Demon Burial God, he couldn't help but frown.

He has been a member of the Night Wanderer for a long time, and he knows this well-trained army very well, this is a group of warriors who have been tested by life and death for a long time, and the combat effectiveness is extremely strong, plus this Great Wall that is tens of meters high and coiled like a dragon and snake, the two complement each other to form the strongest defense in the entire continent, even if any of the seven countries of the continent comes to attack it, it will not want to pass through here.

However, just two days ago. There was a demon who actually crossed the Great Wall of Despair as a gun, and he didn't see the demon's appearance clearly from beginning to end.

His hand unconsciously pressed against the sword of Damocles at his waist.

He had already mastered the magic sword, but he had developed a heavy dependence on him, and every time he held it in his hand, he could feel the power that filled every corner of his body.

"Lord Quinn is no match at all, that demon has a lot of origins",

The hunter laughed a little gloatingly.

He has been a playmate of the Burial God since he was a child, studied at the Red Leaf Academy together, and came to the Great Wall of Desperation together, and he is not interested in the old leader Quinn here.

That's just a bad old man.

The Burial God said, "Lord Quinn is good at leading troops. Not good at going it alone",

"Hahaha, the leader of the Great Wall of Desperation is not good at fighting alone",

The hunter seems to have heard a very nice joke. He laughed out loud.

Then the laughter was lowered.

He wanted to taunt the old man behind his back again, but a sudden figure came into view and disturbed his interest.

The streets of the town within the walls were covered with snow, and a figure suddenly appeared in the snow-covered world.

That's a very special person.

In this cold and biting weather, he wore a thinner clothes than the burial of the gods, and the white robe and the snow on the ground complemented each other.

He held a large gun in his right hand. It was a large gun nearly two meters long, much taller than the others, but he didn't seem to have any effort at all.

His left arm was empty. The sleeves fluttered in the wind.

A little girl wrapped in a thick coat jumped up and down behind him.

Through the snowstorm, the hunter saw the young man's cold and knife-like face, the long bangs on his forehead, and the sharp eyes with a sharp edge.

And his whole person is like a sharp blade cutting through the wind and snow and cutting the crowd.

"Burial of the gods, he came",

The hunter laughed.

"Who?",

The Burial God asked puzzled.

"Ye Ran, the one who made a big rally of the gods, the one who was hunted down by the temple all over the world, the one that Athena strictly ordered us not to let go, this kid has made the biggest noise over the years, right?"

"This momentum, this demeanor, this kid is really not simple",

The Burial God Slayer glanced back, and the figure in the wind and snow had already walked under the Great Wall.

"I can't help but meet him",

Taking a deep look at him, the Funeral God turned and walked down the tower.

The biting cold wind howled, blowing on people's faces like knives.

Ye Ran's hair flew upside down, and he held the big gun and walked step by step towards the city wall that had stood for thousands of years and winded like a dragon and snake.

The temple chasers who had been hanging behind him stopped for some reason, and some people in front of them drew their swords.

He looked up at the black, tall wall, it wasn't the first time he had been here, but he still had to marvel at the majesty of the wall.

For many years, this wall has been like a solid barrier, isolating all the evil races and night wanderers, so that the people east of the Great Wall can live a peaceful life.

Originally, he was also within the shelter of this wall.

But now, he had to go to the treacherous hell outside the walls.

After walking so far and avoiding so many pursuits, now, only this wall remains.

Seeing that the soldiers who drew their swords and gradually approached, he walked fifty meters in front of the Great Wall with his big gun in his hand and stopped, looking at the two people who walked down from the tower.

The man who walked in front was dressed in leather clothes, his face was rough and resolute, but his body exuded a sharpness, and the sword at his waist had a sense of being sharp.

The burly man walking behind him was fully armored, his face was heroic, and he exuded a fierce aura all over him.

Ye Ran only stopped slightly, and then slowly walked forward, and the footprints in the snow became deeper.

"In Xia Yeran, I don't want to be an enemy of you, I just want to cross the Great Wall, please be accommodating",

His voice spread through the wind and snow to everyone's ears, and although his tone was softened, the murderous aura in his voice was fierce.

"What if I say no?"

Burial of the gods and destruction of the way.

"I've been walking for a long time, this place has to be over, if you don't want to be accommodating, Ye Ran only has to kill",

(To be continued.) )