PS: Shameless interjection. This is the second watch, the third watch will be late, as usual crying blood rolling begging for the collection of recommended Sanjiang tickets.

The three tightly tied captives still slowed down the team. Although the mercenaries roared at them and kept urging and intimidating them, Jant's weakened body had been beaten and they could only move slowly, as clumsy as an overfed finch of the Great Chill Sparrow. Because of the warning of the mercenary captain, Jant and the others were never beaten again, but the pushing and invective that came from their mouths still made them tremble with fear. They don't know if what these enemies are talking about will be the imminent fate.

Forward at this slow pace. Before he knew it, the scorching sun Estel was under the gaze of the mercenaries and fell from the western sky. In its place is the Holy Eye, the Silvermoon Norias, the source of the power of the white-robed mage and one of the three magical gods with an immortal will. Previously, despite the cascading gray snow clouds, the sunlight was still able to bring warmth to the earth. But when the cold and soft light of the silver moon sprinkled and covered the ground like a thin veil, the cold wind blowing from the top of the northern land immediately robbed the last trace of warmth on the ice field and snow.

Even the most ferocious mercenaries tightened their cloaks at this time, lest the little heat in their bodies leak out. And the four captives will be much more embarrassed. The cloaks on their shoulders were tucked behind them, and their arms were still tied together with ropes, exposing their wrists, which had no protection, to the cold air.

His blue lips trembled, and the captive, whose hands were tied alone, fell because he could not bear the cold wind blowing from the front of his chest, and his legs struggled on the ground several times without getting back to his feet. He twitched uncontrollably like madness, his pupils beginning to dilate with a pleading gaze, only to be answered with a vicious curse.

"Damn bastard. The mercenary who followed him scolded angrily, with a dejected expression on his face. Then, to the laughter of his companions, he pulled the purse from his bosom and wriggled his fingers to pull out a row of cyan coins. "How could I bet on this guy. The brown eyes radiated an angry gaze, and the mercenary kissed the cold lips on the bronze coin, and finally reluctantly flicked them at his companion.

The tall captain walked up from the front of the line, took a coin with a happy face, and shoved it into the gap between the bracers. He patted it lightly, making sure it didn't slip out. "It's really a tragedy. He laughed and shook his beard, letting the snowflakes pile on his shoulders as he approached the captive, whose body was getting colder. "But you've only lost a few coins, and this poor fellow has to pay with his life. ”

His right hand reached easily to his left belt, and he gripped the hilt of his sword, pulling out all his sharp weapons with the cacophony of steel. Clasp your hands in front of your chest. "Forgive me, O Misal, the great God of the Harvest, for the killing I had to make. After a solemn and hypocritical prayer, the mercenary slowly lowered his sword and pressed it against the captive's neck, causing the steel blade to cut off several slender body hairs.

The captives trembled even more violently, fear clutching the beating heart like a demon's claws. "Don't, don't. He pleaded softly, "Please, don't kill me." I'm already a father of five children, and they're still a long way from growing up and need enough money for bread. ”

With a 'friendly' smile on his face, the mercenary leaned over to examine the captive's face and beard, and then said in a tone of some advice: "Poor fellow, you should have learned your lesson now. Before you have accumulated enough wealth, it is better to give birth to a few small mongrels less. The tavern is where we belong. ”

The captain raised his sword and swung it down vigorously. Laughing loudly, the steel blade slashed his neck open, ending the life of the young captive. "I'm so sorry. In the midst of the laughter of the other mercenaries and the horror of the remaining three captives, he licked the blood from his sword and watched as the snow beneath his feet grew red. "But the next time I meet a little unlucky guy begging, I won't forget to give me more breadcrumbs. ”

The corpse was left in the snow like this, and the proud mercenaries did not think that anyone would follow him to find it. But in reality, less than a prayer time after they left, Riga crouched in front of the captive's corpse.

The Quaid stretched out two fingers and poked through the smooth wound on the corpse's neck, piercing the surface layer. The outer layer of blood had already been frozen into ice, but the hunter withheld a small piece of blood ice and crushed it in his fingers. It wasn't until the ice was about to melt that Riga wiped the blood from his fingers on the tip of his tongue. After smashing it lightly, the hunter spat out a puddle of saliva vigorously, watching it gradually condense into pale red ice cubes, and whispered excitedly to the surroundings: "The time of death is not long, we are already very close to the human race." Prepare for revenge, my people. ”

As the words with the naked battle intent ended, the Quaid drew their weapons. With a hideous smile on his face, the warrior with long flaxen hair stroked the blade of his sword, then pressed his fingers over the sharp blade. "It can't wait to drink the blood of its enemies. ”

Walking up a small slope, the Terran mercenaries finally decided to rest at the bottom of the slope. Although Silver Moon was almost in the sky above him, the mage's camp was still less than five miles away. Before the Black Moon fell, they had plenty of time to hurry.

There is a distance of fifty yards from the bottom of the slope to the top of the slope. These mercenaries, though full of complaints, actually retain a basic sense of vigilance. Fifty yards was enough for them to spot the enemy, stand up, and prepare for battle.

Removing the hood from his head, Rega writhed like a maggot in the snow until he reached the top of the slope. He looked at the Terran mercenaries not far away, desperately enduring the ** who rushed out. Eventually, the hunter slowly retracted and pulled the tomahawk over the soft snow.

"Hold back, my brothers. The Quaid whispered unusually intellectually, "We are in a disadvantageous position. "The recklessness of the last time made Riga remember the cost. In order to save the two mortal scouts, he nearly died under the siege of the cave lions.

The long-haired warrior of flax followed behind Riga, who was now able to follow the hunter's orders accurately. In a low snoop, the warrior paused, looking suspiciously at the leader in front of him.

"Let's go around. The Quaid twisted his fingers nimbly as he whispered. "A few of us went to the forest over there, first to attract the attention of the Terrans, and then to fight from both sides, tearing apart these aliens who had slaughtered their tribesmen. ”