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Aisha stood up suddenly, but ran into the low roof of the tent.

"What's wrong?" Ivan suddenly became alert.

"I don't know......" Aisha frowned slightly and looked around, looking a little wrong, "Maybe, maybe it's an illusion...... A blizzard is coming, isn't it? Even 'those guys' should have been hiding. ”

Ivan quickly realized that Aisha was referring to some monsters or demons, and couldn't help but feel stunned. He walked quickly to the door of the tent that had been secured with a stick, drew the stick, and slapped the wolf's skin against the tent as if to give him an impatient spell of the Wizard Alliance248

The sky seemed to be filled with lead, low on the top of the treetops, and the wind howled through the forest like the flight of countless wild beasts. The dusk is carried by darkness, the light is disappearing, and the night seems to have fallen early. Ivan lowered the brim of his hat and looked up, just as he saw the rich blackness of the northern sky, a pair of large hands grabbed his shoulders fiercely.

"Go back, young master, your curiosity will kill you!" the big man Shrek roared at the top of his throat, his voice even drowned out the howls of the wind, and he lifted the door of the tent and pushed Ivan inside.

"There's the breath of Origin Magic!" Aisha shouted at Shrek, her tone more certain than she had just been. Ivan's heart lifted suddenly.

"What's that?" Shrek furrowed his eyebrows.

"That means there's a monster around here!Or maybe a demon!" yelled.

"Miss!" Shrek turned and grabbed Isha by the shoulders, "Miss, you've heard too many horror stories! There's nothing around here! Only the wind! The wind is scarier than the wolf!

Shrek shook Aisha's shoulders vigorously, as if trying to sober her up, when Hunter's voice sounded outside the tent.

"Oh my, they're crazy!"

Aisha jerked Shrek away and ran out, pulling out the magic magic pistol under his leather coat as he ran. Hunter leaned on his tent and looked at the four figures who were walking towards him from the direction of the hill. The man at the lead was tall, wrapped in a black mink cloak with a hood.

Aisha held her breath for a moment, and was about to open her mouth to remind, when Shrek grabbed her arm.

"You let go of me!" Isha tried to break away. Shrek frowned tightly and glared at her face sternly, "You have to listen to me this time, miss, those people are robbers!"

"The robber we knew, I remember his stolen cloak of the noble. Hunter added, tugging at his wind-lifted hat, "Crazy." Doug must have known that the storm was coming, and he ...... ** at this time! Hunter scolded and greeted the four figures, "Young master, miss, let's talk first, this money must be counted in your employment money!"

"But they're not—they can't be robbers!" said Aisha with a rush to stomp her foot. How could the robbers have the aura of Origin Magic? Could it be that they had the Primordial Crystal on them?

The big Shrek didn't give her a chance to explain at all, and dragged her into the tent. Suddenly, Slater's eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

A sharp dagger was pointed at his ribs.

"Less, young master, you won't ......" The corners of Shrek's mouth pulled into a far-fetched smile. Well, this is a joke, how can aristocratic children have short swords in their hands? Aren't they only wielding knightly swords with bells and whistles?

However, the boy who pointed his dagger at him was not joking.

"Let go of her. Ivan said calmly. Isha took advantage of Shrek's stunned hand to break free of his hand, and she ran towards Hunter, who was only a few steps away from the lead "bandit".

Hunter took out his bulging money bag and rushed at the "Bandit Wizard Alliance 248."

"Take it, Doug, you madman, don't get in the way of our work!" he shouted, throwing his hand away.

Just as the heavy purse was about to fall to the ground, and Hunter was about to turn away, Aisha raised the golden thorn on his right hand, and a flash of fire swept behind Hunter.

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