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The cold night passed like this, and no one noticed the conversation between the two teenagers in the trees, and in fact the nobles wanted to isolate themselves from the cold, who would want to stay outside in the cold in such weather.

The vast convoy continued to set off, and Foxey was far behind, thinking about what had happened last night. He and Golantis talked until the old butler of their family came out to look for her, and then they were reluctant to part. One is a heretical boy who gives up his surname, and the other is a noble girl full of loneliness, and two lonely hearts can always find common ground.

The weather was still good, and many nobles were in high spirits, so many nobles planned to write some "beautiful verses" to show off their literary talents. When he came to Constantine with his family, Felsey visited several nobles with his parents, and although they all seemed to be very cultured, it was really debatable how much "ink" there was. So Furcy shrunk his head a little, and stayed in the carriage of the Inquisition, he didn't want to hear these "terrible" poems.

The winter sun gave off a lazy bright yellow, and Foxie only felt some warmth on his face, but his body still felt cold. The route chosen by the convoy was not in the same direction as the place Felsey went every time, and their goal was to go straight into the snow circle. Many nobles did not bring hunting dogs to hunt, after all, the movement of hunting dogs in the snow was also very restricted, so many nobles brought a few more guards, in order to let them play the function of hunting dogs. Furcy had no interest in such a "flaunting of wealth", but he wanted to challenge a second-order demonic beast that he had not encountered before.

Towards evening, Furcy finally saw the Scandinavian Mountains in the distance, which stretched into the North Sea, dividing the snow circle into two parts. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the peaks that reach straight into the sky, forming a special sense of magnificence, like a long sword that has just been baked and pierced into the sky. Looking at such a natural wonder, Ferssey couldn't help but feel a sense of insignificance, and at the same time, it also aroused Fersse's desire to conquer such a mountain.

"What? you kid want to conquer such a mountain?" Just as Foxy was looking at the mountains in the distance, a middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded beside him, and at the same time, a figure shrunk in a wide cloak stood up, stretched, and pulled out a flask hanging from his waist. Furcy knew him, his name was Barther Lucas, and he was also an Assassin, and he had a good relationship with Hayzen, but he usually liked to drink alone.

"Don't you think about Bartha?" Furcy didn't mind chatting with people on the road, which would at least bring some fun to the dreary carriage, or he would have to sleep quietly.

"Before I joined the Inquisition, I wanted to be a powerful assassin and a well-known bounty hunter in the region. However, time will always change everything. Bather played with his iron flask as he looked out at the Scandinavian mountains at sunset. Somehow, Francie read a kind of loneliness accumulated over the years on his side face.

"Uncle Bather, you must have experienced a lot of things, but if people don't have goals, why do they live in such a difficult world?" Elsey looked at the way he came, the past was left behind, and the future was the goal to pursue.

"I can't compare to you young boys, maybe in a few years, if I can live well in this world, I should also leave this dark stage dedicated to almost all my youth. Bather touched his stubble, but didn't discuss the future and goals with Furcy, perhaps he was not only getting older, but also a little tired.

Night was fast approaching, and the wind from the north made a sound through the dense forest and blew on the tents. Thin clouds of varying thicknesses began to appear in the sky, and it looked like there should be heavy snow in the coming days, and hunting in the snow circle would be even more difficult at that time. Francie looked at the Spencer family's tents in the center of the camp, sighed, and retracted his head back into his tent. Before he became stronger, it was better for him not to get too close to the life of Golantis, because if he entered the circle of the nobility too early, he might expose himself, and the enemies of the Heidelwootz family were not only the church.

The wind from the north mixed with the snow blew quietly all night.

The next day, the sky was really as gloomy as it had been a few days before, and the howling wind and the snow made some nobles almost scold their mothers, but some nobles seemed to be calm, and it could be seen that it was not the first time they had participated in this kind of hunt, and most of them were military generals and nobles, and it was more than enough to cope with such weather. Among them was a handsome young man who looked older than Fursy, with blond hair fluttering in the wind, and a face full of the proud and heroic expression of a standard nobleman. It's just that this young man's expression does have his capital, he is the third nobleman of Constantine after the Spencer family and Prince Arthurgard - the son of the Duke of Norman Rolland, Fabro Norman Rolland. However, many people in the Norman Rolland family held important positions in the Hego light cavalry, one of the three major cavalry of the empire, the Black Feather Cavalry was controlled by Slanx Spencer, the Black Stone heavy cavalry was in the hands of the royal family, and the remaining Hego light cavalry was almost commanded by the Norman Rolland family. As a son of such a family, Fabrok had spent a long time in the reserves of the Hego Hussars, and perhaps some of his hunting skills were better than most of the nobles present.

"I don't know how much better it can be than me, after all, I have received formal training. Somehow, after two months of receiving the Blood Curse and tempering in the Winter Forest, Furcy felt that he was now starting to feel a little bit like the feeling of battle and death. Maybe this is the exchange, what you get always has to pay a price.

It was only after the nobles had prepared to rush into the deep forest of the snowsphere that Francie and some of the Inquisitors quietly followed them, and these nobles were not at all afraid of the sudden appearance of some crazy heresy, and a range spell left them all here. After walking for a while, Francie and the nobles were moving away from each other, and he was about to start his hunt. It had been rumored that the Spencer family, Slanx Spencer, had arrived in the snow circle ahead of time, and this time it seemed as if he had received an order from His Majesty to find a rare herb, and Faulsey wanted to see what kind of person the Fourth Knight of the Empire was.

The depth of the snow circle has always been measured only five hundred miles beyond the edge of the snow circle, and in fact few people know how vast the depth of the snow circle is. Because no one has ever tried to cross the snow circle, if the World Tree that was dumped in the North Sea for some reason, it is more important to have a small life, and no one wants to die in such a wilderness like this. But it was in the depths of this dangerous snow circle that a group of black cavalry suddenly appeared, and their black armor and the white snow formed a strong visual impact. The cuirass of these cavalrymen is carved with open black wings, which means that it is a group of black-feathered cavalry. A man before the Black Feather Cavalry, he was not wearing black armor, he was just wearing an ordinary slim military uniform, but on the chest of this military uniform there were two delicate medals, one was a three-fingered purple dragon claw, and the other was a black twin mandala, he was the fourth knight of the empire - Slanx Spencer.

"Theo, how far are we from our goal?" the man spoke with a sense of contempt, and there was a determination in his dark eyes that could not be denied. These are the temperaments of a strong man, but there is a kind of bard-like sadness in his bones, which seems contradictory but not strange.

"Our nearest target is still about a hundred miles away, and the map shows that there seem to be some frost earth dragons living there. Behind Slanks, a tall knight rode up to Slanks' side, and his body exuded a faint intimidation that could only be found in bloody battles, but it did not affect Slanks beside him in the slightest.

"It's been a long time since I've slain a dragon, and since it's His Majesty's request, I can only pull out my gun. Slanks pulled the bridle of the white horse under his crotch, but there was no trace of nervousness in his tone, and only the loyalty of the soldiers and the fearless calm could be heard in his tone. If it's a frost earth dragon, it's barely a dragon.

Falsey didn't know that the Fourth Knight of the Empire he wanted to see was about to pull out his spear and face a group of Frost Earth Dragons, even if he knew that he didn't have time to be surprised and yearn for it now, what he was facing now seemed to him no different from the Frost Earth Dragons.

"Sure enough, it's a snow circle, I really can't relax for a moment. Felsey held his knight's broadsword in his right hand and a dagger in his left hand, resting his back against the tree. He looked coldly at the gray leopard in front of him, it was not a first-order demonic beast like the gray-spotted snow leopard, this was a genuine second-order demonic beast split-claw gray leopard.

Beads of sweat began to drip from Felsey's head, but he did not dare to relax in the slightest, as long as you lose your mind for a moment in the face of such an enemy, maybe you will have an extra wound on your body, which he has seen in the trees and the precious results of his own practice in the forest. Fortunately, this is just a leopard that has never looked very sophisticated, and its strength is probably only the seventh-order, and this leopard is the kind of second-order demonic beast that does not know magic. Despite this, Furcy still stared at the gray leopard in front of him, his strength was only the third order, and the seventh order was an extremely powerful opponent for him, but even if he regretted encountering this kind of opponent, he had no way to choose a better means of making a living, except to fight or fight.

The Split-Claw Grey Leopard stared coldly at the creature in front of him, it felt that the creature in front of him was not strong, but there was a dangerous aura on his body. The clawed grey leopard had never met a human, so it wasn't sure what the creature in front of it was. The man and the leopard gradually stalemate, but as time passed, the patience of the clawed gray leopard was running out.

Just as Furcy was about to test it, the clawed gray leopard in front of him had already pounced directly, its claws and fangs flashing with a cold and cold light. The leopard's speed is one of the fastest among the low-level magical beasts, and if the gray leopard's claws are allowed to pierce into Falsy's body like this, I am afraid that he will be directly pierced by this claw and nailed to the tree.

Furcy rolled out in a very indecent way that was almost "lazy donkey rolling", and at such a life-and-death moment, he could not care about chic. The grey panther saw Foxy roll away, and he also pinned himself to the tree with his claws, and then flew out again. This time, Foxy was as ruthless as a log, rolled out again, and then got up. If you lie on the ground, you can probably be torn in half by the claws of this beast.

The Split-Claw Grey Panther couldn't strike twice, and was also a little angry by Foxie's actions, and it roared again and ran towards Furcy like lightning. This time Furcy is already unavoidable, no matter how good the defense is, there are always holes, and the best defense is not to attack. Thinking of this, the broadsword in Foxie's right hand took a blocking pose, but the dagger in his left hand was hidden, and only the approaching gray leopard remained in his eyes.

Just as the gray leopard's claws were about to touch Foxie's body, a faint black halo spread across the surface of the broadsword. Falsie managed to block one of the cheetah's paws, but the other paw of the cheetah also landed on Falsy's right shoulder, and a layer of black streamer was attached to the dagger in Foxie's left hand, which stabbed directly into the gray leopard's stomach.

Fresh blood stained the white snow, as if flowers were blooming in the snow. Francie lay on the ground panting for breath, and beside him lay a gray leopard that had already lost his breath, and the leopard's stomach had been cut with a huge wound, and blood was constantly flowing from the wound. And Falsey was not having a good time here, his right hand hung weakly, just now the gray leopard's claws completely penetrated his right shoulder, and now his right hand has lost the ability to move. This time he used his right hand to exchange the life of the gray leopard, which seemed to be very profitable, but he also lost almost all of his combat power because of it, and if he encountered any more magical beasts on the way back, he didn't even have the ability to climb trees to save himself.

Lying down for a while, Furcy gritted his teeth and sat up, just now he used a dagger in one left hand to use the ability to kill, and now the province is still out of state. The gray leopard's skin is not as thin as the night wolf or the gray spotted snow leopard, if it weren't for Elsey's mobilization of the strength of his whole body, it is estimated that there would be no way to give the gray leopard such a sharp "disembowelment". There was no blood on Foxie's pale face, but rather a little close to snow, and even with the help of the Blood Curse and the Bath of Blood, the wound on his right shoulder was still slowly bleeding. Francie looked at his clothes, and had to carefully tear off a piece, and with his clumsy left hand and his own teeth, he simply bandaged the wound on his right shoulder.

"Sooner or later, other demonic beasts will be attracted here, and it's so cold, if you don't leave sooner, you will freeze to death sooner or later. Francie put his broadsword back behind his back, then picked up his blood-stained dagger and left the small clearing in the forest without looking back. Such an enemy is only one of the ones in his path, and since it is over, he will forget about it, and he will have a lot to face.

The howling north wind blew even more violently, and in that nameless clearing, the red blood flowers gradually became extremely cold. (Some of the cards have been slower recently, please forgive me)