The sky outside had sunk into a jewel-like inky blue, and the cool breeze was as clear as water. (None.) , above the pop-up snow mountain, the bright starry sky above the head seems to be clearer.

The Norm craftsmen were hiding in the depths of the tunnel, and the entrance to the tunnel was not guarded by anyone. But it doesn't matter, a few dozen meters in front of the tunnel entrance is a dense cedar forest, and the snow giant wolves hovered under the shadow of the black cedars, and they would not let anyone suspicious approach.

No sooner had Ivan stepped out of the tunnel than he heard a lonely wolf howl.

After taking a deep breath of the cold air, the suffocating feeling of depression was finally relieved. Perhaps, he escaped because he couldn't stay in the tunnels of the Norm Craftsmen. He didn't want to hear the voices of the Nomes, and he was afraid to see them, especially the old Craftsman Wizard League 260

- Kill Kritz for me and come back! I'll think about fixing this thing then!

Lockevonde's words sounded angry, but Ivan was still slightly concerned about why he mentioned the name "Kritz" when he was angry. He couldn't help but care, because he had to do everything he could to get Lockonder to grant his request, only Lockond could fix Lightgill, and he couldn't afford to lose the magic magic weapon that was most important to him.

"Whew...... It's cold. ”

Hunter and Bob followed from behind. Hunta put on his cloak and hat and leather gloves, and he accosted him in a joking tone, but his expression was reluctant.

"What are you doing here?" Ivan wondered.

Aisha insisted on going out with him. Seeing her solemn and solemn appearance, if she wanted to refute it, she had to swallow it in her stomach. Yes, the mountains and forests at night may be dangerous, and the guardians of the Misty Wind Valley still want to kill them, and I don't know how many enemies lurk along the way. To be honest, he didn't want to take Aisha there, but he really couldn't find a reason to perfunctory Aisha, once Aisha got serious, Ivan would have absolutely no way to stop him.

But how did these hunters come along?

"What are we going to do......" Hunter rolled his eyes, "Master, our brother's mission is to bring you and Miss back safely! Oh well, well, I know that old man is not likable, and you are upset and want to go out for a walk." But you have to think about the safety of you and the young lady!"

Hunter approached gloomily, the cold wind whispering through the forest, the treetops of the cedars rattling.

"Young master and a lot of words" Hunter turned his head, the corners of his mouth crooked, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying. It's like caring, but it's a little sarcastic.

Ivan didn't want to pay attention to him, and he didn't want to explain it to him. He looked to the west, and the forest covered an entire hillside like a sea of darkness.

The wind in the forest is constantly sounding, and the sound of the wind seems to be mixed with the howl of wolves one after another, and a round of the moon and the starlight in the sky reflect the forest in full shadows, as if there are strange shadows in all directions. Under the thick snow is a thick layer of fallen leaves, and stepping on it makes you feel like you're falling into a trap at any moment.

"Where do you want to go?" said Bob, who seemed to have a premonition, and with a longbow in one hand, he looked ahead alertly.

Ivan turned his head to look at him, and let out a sigh as if he had nothing to do. It seems that the hunters are not going to go back, unless the "young master and young lady" they want to protect are willing to go back, he thought.

"Do you know how to get to Selfendi Castle?" he asked softly, with the mindset of trying it out.

"Huh?"

Hunter's voice rose sharply, and the moonlight in the woods reflected his frightened pale face, as if someone had attacked him.

"You're going to Selfindi Castle? No, aren't you going to see that old bastard, oh the old craftsman? aren't you just looking for him? Hey, hey, hey, could it be that old madman, oh not old—what's his name—what the hell is he trying to make a name for himself?"

Hunter's voice was staggering, and he seemed to be frightened, so that Ivan couldn't help the Magic Alliance 260

"I want to go to Selfendi Castle...... Find someone named Kritz. Ivan said that he tried not to have a hint of fear in his voice, not like talking about a topic related to "killing," "I heard that he was the king of Selfendi Castle. ”

"Well, well, I remember...... Yes, that's right, Kritz...... The king of Selfendi Castle was named Kritz, and I had heard of him. But young master, what are you looking for him? Nome is not a passionate race. Do you expect them to see a guest from another country as if they were seeing a treasure, and even the king can't help but come and see the excitement?Oh believe me, young master, that's impossible! Even the merchants of the Augustan Chamber of Commerce don't want to see their king with vats of fine red wine!"——

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