Rewind the clock to twenty minutes ago.

The sound of iron pickaxes digging into the mountain wall was constantly heard in the wind and snow.

The rock face at the top of the valley was easily chiseled by a one-armed man, and explosives with detonators were filled one after another, and a Sven man with glasses, wrapped in a fur-collared trench coat, supervised the work on top.

He was the main person in charge of the interception operation.

"Cole, can you really blow up such a thick rock wall with just these few pieces of explosives?"

Cole glanced coldly at the sword-wielding man behind him.

"Sotep, are you questioning my professionalism?"

"Heh, how dare you, I just haven't seen how a high-achieving student like you kills, I'm just curious."

"Then shut up."

He was a graduate of the Imperial Polytechnic University of Philippe, and unlike the illiterate outlaws, the air of ignorance in them disgusted Cole.

Studying in the Department of Mining Engineering, he was able to find the most reasonable location for the hole by visual inspection alone, and the blasting movement of this low-charge spaced structure was so small that the sound of the explosion could not even be heard for a mile under the heavy snow.

Of course, he didn't expect Falling Rock to crush the Earl to death.

The Earl's carriage was a gift from the king to the ancestors of Cavendish and was not only equipped with seventh-order magic, but even the texture of the carriage was far beyond ordinary metal, not ordinary hard, and it could be called a mobile fortress.

But no matter how strong it is, it's just a carriage.

As long as the road is blocked, he can be trapped in place.

The one-armed man swung his hook and rope and tumbled up from under the canyon wall.

"All loaded?"

"It's finished."

As soon as he finished speaking, an ugly woman with bat-wings on her back emerged from the blizzard, folded her wings and landed in front of the three of them.

"The Earl's motorcade is still twenty minutes away."

Cole nodded.

"Well, I'll repeat the plan one more time."

"When the convoy passed the second tree at the entrance to the canyon, I would detonate the detonator in the front half and block the road. Ricky went down to reconnoiter the location, and then I'd figure out how to smash the middle and back half of the rocks on the roof of their car. Even if the convoy is guarded by magic, it will be trapped in place, and I will take care of the shield, and what you have to do is not let the Count's men take him out of the encirclement...... Drag it until the wizard's spell is finished, and the count will surely die. ”

He glanced at everyone.

"Do you get it?"

"Four-eyed boy, I have a question."

Sotep smiled bloodthirsty—

"What if I kill the Count before the wizard casts the spell? Hahaha..."

The laughter suddenly stopped.

A dagger was held against his throat.

No one was holding the dagger, just hovering in front of his throat out of thin air, silently.

"You either listen to my command ......"

Without any movement from Cole, the dagger suddenly moved forward a centimeter, and dripping bloody droplets from the blade and dripping onto the ground, staining the snow a little red.

"Either get out of this mission, we don't need dead people."

Sotep's eyes moved, but eventually, he raised his hand.

"You're the boss, I'll listen to you."

The dagger instantly retreated into Cole's coat, and he said with a blank face:

"What you want to kill is the hottest earl in this country, and his body has the blood of the royal family of the Eastern Kingdom in his veins... This is a group of beast slaves, war criminals, and nobles who have escaped south in your life, so you trash, listen up—"

"Be thankful to Dade, because only under this canyon can your lives be equal, and you can put the table together."

"Kill him, and then lead to glory and wealth, get rid of those ugly pasts, and become a new noble in the eyes of others."

.........

Cole walked to the end of the canyon, and the smell of blood greeted him.

The rickety wizard was crouching on the ground, busy with something.

"Mr. Rams, the Count is coming soon."

"Boom...... Right away, right away..."

On the ground lay a homeless man with all his limbs broken, but still breathing.

He plunged an arm-thick sharp stake directly into his stomach, and then stirred it violently—

The stick with the stake was thrown to the ground, and his eyes were filled with hatred and babbling with extreme fear.

The tongue-cut throat squeezed out intermittently with a vicious wail, as if cursing the wizard hidden under the cloak, vowing to drag him into hell with him.

There were eighteen more dying sticks on the ground that kept cursing him like this.

"Fear, hatred, disgust, anger, complaining, cursing...... What a great firewood, it must be able to burn the soul fire that dazzles the earl! ”

Suppressing his ecstasy, the wizard walked to the side of the iron cage and reached for the last person bound inside.

"Cole, help me! Save me! ”

Cheryl recognized the man standing next to the demon, the two had worked together under the Marquis, Cole was Cheryl's boss, and the two had even had several fish and water encounters.

As if grasping at a life-saving straw, even though her hands and feet were trapped in iron cuffs, she struggled to move as best she could, and her bandaged forehead was pressed against the railing———

"Please, please! I can be your mistress, all the possessions will be given to you, the roots of magic, my research, whatever you want... Help me—"

But Cole was unmoved, looking at her with no waves in his eyes.

"Need help?"

This is addressed to the wizard.

"Oh, if you can help me get her out of the cage... I'll prepare the stakes first. ”

A look of despair crossed Cheryl's eyes.

Cole's hand had reached in, tugging at her hair.

But the moment the two made contact, Cheryl's shadow suddenly left her body and bit the hand on Cole's shadow viciously-

"Take life as a contract, take shadow as a sacrifice, and the devil is invited!"

.........

On a steep slope less than three hundred meters from the canyon, four Phantom tanks were parked.

Peter, Harry, Batman, Frey.

Several people who arrived here in advance buried their bodies in the snow and observed Cole and his party from a distance.

The snow was so great that they tried to meet the Count in advance, but they didn't expect to get lost.

The snow buried the road, and the road from the canyon to the town of Mager was lost, but the four of them eventually returned to the place and waited for the rabbit.

It's really waiting for them.

"The enemies are the Falcon, the Winter Soldier, Nobita, and the Fat Tiger...", Peter gave nicknames to the One-Armed Man, the Batwing Woman, the Eyed Brother, and the Big Man.

"Avengers 1: Nobita's Winter War", filming starts!"

Harry didn't want to pay attention to his abstract words, he was wearing a pair of slightly bloated glasses, which he had improvised on the road to use as a telescope.

"Wait... How come suddenly there are two more, three ... Eh, why is Cheryl there..."

Although they can't really look through the snow curtain, they seem to.... Fighting?

"Is this infighting?"

"And this kind of good thing? Show me too. ”

Peter snatched his glasses, and then saw Cheryl manipulating four distorted puppets in the valley with extraordinary bravery.

Her appearance seemed very wrong, but the four puppets were actually inseparable from them, so it was not exciting.

"I'm grass, it's really fighting!"