"You fools!" After a long time in the fog, Marcus finally lost his patience, and he quarreled like a hungry child, "What the hell did you take me to? The wind here is cold and swishing, I'm going to be frozen, whoever can bring me a thicker clothes, I'm rewarded!"

But this request was obviously not satisfied, and the four brothers were now unable to pull out, and they were vigilantly observing the movements around them, their weapons already raised in their hands.

The situation is moving in a serious direction. The dense fog in front of him obscured the road, and at this moment, the compass failed again, what was happening was really incomprehensible, could it be that there was really an amazing force in this Snow Wolf Canyon?

There were more and more noises coming from all sides, and they were becoming more and more obvious, it was supposed that the snow wolf had been enraged, and its temper began to become irritable, and its whining howls came and went, and finally slowly disappeared. What was wrong with it, was it the trouble caused by the golden marble that the prince had thrown over?

Qi Lang listened attentively to the movement of the voice, and while thinking back to Marcus's unusual behavior just now, he felt more and more that the current situation was too chaotic.

Marcus must have known the direction to Snow Wolf Canyon a long time ago, and deliberately brought a few people here, and the purpose of his coming here was not just to see the mysterious and beautiful Snow Wolf with his own eyes!

"Your Royal Highness, I would like to ask you. Qi Lang turned his head and stared at the prince earnestly, nervous sweat dripping down his slightly drooping cheeks, "What is that thing you just threw over? ”

"That's just a small gift, you can think of it as a candy. Marcus chuckled. He was such a strange person, he had just received a different look from Qi Lang, but in the blink of an eye, he had turned back into that stupid stupid thing.

Although he couldn't see clearly in the thick fog at all, Qi Lang felt that his eyes seemed to be quite sincere, not like he was lying. Qi Lang was really a little confused, and even had an urge to tear the thick skin off his face to see if there was still a sinister face hiding inside.

"I remember you saying that His Majesty the King asked you to bring it here, is that so?" Qi Lang reluctantly maintained a respectful attitude and patiently confirmed.

"Oh!" Marcus shrugged in surprise, "Did I say that? It was just a little trick that I came up with on a whim. I felt the need to get closer to that pretty girl, just like Jojo. She loved the gift I gave her, specimens of beetles and phoenixes, and as soon as I handed them over, she couldn't put them down and kissed me on the cheek. ”

"You're!" Gulf burst out in a hurry, "Joanna doesn't like you, she likes the man in front of you......

"Sure enough, I guessed!" Marcus laughed, "I think a good girl like Jojo must be a master, and I guess that person is either Ensign Felix or the famous Sergeant Qi Lang." Looks like I've got a bit of a talent for reasoning. ”

Qi Lang frowned suddenly. The man in front of him made him extremely confused, could he be a psychopath with multiple personalities?

However, before he could continue to analyze, Jira had already leaned over and nervously pulled the corner of Lazilang's clothes: "There are people here, there is more than one, can you feel it, Sergeant Qilang?"

Ji La's special talent in perception Qi Lang had long noticed, but he didn't expect this red-haired little man to be so strong, because he himself had been paying attention to his surroundings, although he also felt as if there was a spiritual power that had been wandering around, but it should have been seven or eight hundred meters away, Qi Lang had no way to accurately grasp that breath, but Ji La felt it, and gave the direction accurately.

"The person closest to us is at eleven o'clock, and the combat level should be around that of a beginner martial artist, and there are two other people, who may be slightly less capable of it, they are too far away, and I can't keep an eye on them. But judging by the whole course of their movement, the exit of this canyon should be in the direction of five o'clock, because it was from there that they went around. ”

"What are you talking about?" Marcus was a little impatient, "there's no one here, I don't see it at all." But when it comes to the level of combat, Sergeant Qi Lang, I noticed that your ability should be much stronger than that of Little Fili, and I think our military department seems to have made a mistake, and I should have awarded you the title of second lieutenant. ”

"Thank you for your attention, Your Highness the Prince. Qi Lang dealt with Marcus helplessly, "You have already given the candy to the snow-white girl, can you retreat now?"

"I agree. Marcus spun around, "Five o'clock, that is, we have to go this way?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Qi Lang replied, then pulled Ou Wu and commanded in a low voice, "You and a few of them retreat, and I will come to the back, lest the enemy take advantage of the chaos to rush over, and we will be in a dangerous situation." ”

"No!" Ao Wu suddenly grabbed Qi Lang's collar, "Don't you want to take risks yourself, I won't agree!"

"Don't argue!" Qi Lang's voice became stern, "Remember, you should obey me!"

Although Ou Wu was still snorting, his eyes had already shown an attitude of approval. Qi Lang lowered his voice a little, "You should remember Igru, right? You should remember him, the white wolf." This is his territory, so I can make sure I'm safe, but I'll have to leave that idiot to you, or I won't be able to deal with the crisis here. ”

Ou Wu finally gave in, he stretched out his big hand and patted Qi Lang's shoulder fiercely: "Don't die there, otherwise even if you die, I will flatten your nose!" This slap was so heavy that Qi Lang almost vomited a mouthful of blood, but he didn't punch back angrily, because he knew that it was Ou Wu's heartfelt concern.

"I made a note of it. Qi Lang showed a confident smile on his face, "Time is running out, you must retreat immediately, keep an eye on Marcus, don't let him get hurt, otherwise there will definitely be big trouble." ”

Although Gulf and Jira didn't hear what the two of them were saying, now that Ou had made sense, they knew that they shouldn't make any more trouble, so they just nodded vigorously to Qi Lang, sandwiched Marcus from left to right, and cautiously retreated towards the possible exit.

The fog seemed to dissipate somewhat, but the view was still severely restricted. But Qi Lang had already sensed that the secret enemy who was originally hesitant had probably found that his opponent had stayed, so he didn't rush in, and was still wandering a few hundred meters away.

Qi Lang took a few steps in the direction of the other party, and at the same time ripped off the Holy Blood Bow and arrow from behind him. Although the current environment is not suitable for long-distance shooting, it is already the only weapon he has, and Qi Lang is now very confident in his archery skills, he doesn't have to look, he only needs to use all his senses to feel, he can determine the direction of the enemy, and his next arrow will definitely fly to the opponent's vital point.

The wind calmed down, and the fog stopped rolling. The milky white vapor only trapped the two rivals whom they had never met, and neither encouraged them to make a move, nor did it dissuade them from retreating.

This is a confrontation in silence, the two sides tacitly stand still, so that the situation reaches a mysterious balance, anyone who moves in advance will expose their position to the opponent, thus giving up the opportunity, and even very likely to lose their lives in the opponent's series of attacks.

Qi Lang had already closed his eyes, and in such a situation, no matter how wide he opened his eyes, he would not be able to see through the thick white mist. Closing his eyes helped him concentrate and allowed him to perceive his opponent's movements more clearly—the weapon in the hand of the person opposite should be a sword, because the spiritual power in his body was concentrated on his right arm, unlike himself, both arms were raised, and the strength of his body also needed to be dispersed to both arms.

If this inference is true, Qi Lang can at least have a certain initiative in the short term, because his attack range is larger than that of his opponent, and once the opponent makes a move, he will have at least half a minute or so to adjust his position.

However, in fact, Qi Lang should be on the passive side, because there was not only that martial artist-level opponent in the dense fog. At this point, Qi Lang also has a clear understanding - although the two slightly lower level mysterious people on the other side have not yet entered the range of perception, they will definitely not stand on the sidelines, they will appear at the moment of most need, and use swords or other weapons to cause some trouble for themselves.

In addition to this, there is a strange snow wolf lurking in the mist. While it may seem to bear some resemblance to Igru, it is not, it may just be a normal wolf, a hungry wolf. The little marble that Marcus threw over must not have fed it, and perhaps it had become even hungrier like a pre-dinner hors d'oeuvres.

Despite being at a disadvantage in many aspects, Qi Lang still chose to stay behind, and was full of confidence to stay in this Snow Wolf Canyon, which he didn't want to stay for a minute. He wasn't trying to prove that his courage was enough to overcome the pain in his memory, and of course he wasn't mad, the real reason he chose this way was that just a few minutes ago, he seemed to hear a familiar call in his head......