The bluestone slabs are covered with a thin layer of goose snow, and the road is hard and slippery.

The white-robed messenger carried a scepter that symbolized power, and walked slowly in the snowy night.

There was no one in the night, and there was no hiding that the executor had left the Promethean Hall before, and saluted him as a sign of respect when he met him. The territorial world is free for him to come and go, and a small academy is naturally no exception.

However, he still lowered his posture, and the white-robed messenger was not worried about the empty city of Varga, but about the night watchman who sat in the four bell towers in the south, east, and west.

The height is unbearable, but it is the envy of countless people.

Night, lonely cold. Because of loneliness, I feel cold, and there are a few people in the world who can bear this loneliness.

He tried to ask himself, he would never be able to do this.

The jagged ancient trees swayed gently with the cold wind, and the branches sometimes fell with frost and fell in a row, causing the night birds that were not afraid of the wind and cold to let out a miserable cry.

The white-robed messenger stopped suddenly, and around the forest, there was an ancient silence. The chaotic order governs here, and unlike the holy relics that are controlled by order, it is the one who sends out the order, and the whole hill is a holy relic that is more precious than the holy relic.

Before the establishment of this academy, there were often supernatural things happening here. No one can explain it, so leave it to someone who is curious about it.

Many of the reasons for the Hunter's Restriction Treaty are because of this unknowable relic.

The king was very worried about this, but the loyal knights would never betray the kingdom.

"Knight. The white-robed messenger smiled.

Driven by curiosity, he walked to the ancient forest.

As if stepping into another world, the retreat behind him disappeared, and he could only continue to move forward.

In the depths of the woods, there was the occasional sound of a dripping monster, a nightfowl flapping its wings behind a tree as he walked by, a curled branch on the muddy ground, a frozen viper the color of scales and dead branches, and a faint green bead wandering through the woods, and those were the nocturnal of the beasts.

Suddenly, the frozen branch moved, bounced violently, and its fierce eyes were like two hot iron balls. It's a flame viper, and its blood won't freeze, even in the coldest.

Maybe it's a hallucination, maybe it's a real poisonous snake, and anything weird can happen.

The messenger holds the scepter, a tiny scepter with a deterrent that cannot be ignored. There are many who are afraid of it, but not of the scepter.

The blade of the sword whistled like a cold wind, and suddenly it was quiet.

The illusion, the dead branch or the serpent, is shattered at this moment.

In the hand of the messenger is the staff, the sword, and the power.

The eccentricities around him immediately retreated like ghosts.

The world of black and white, frighteningly quiet. The cold wind howled bitterly, like countless weeping resentful spirits. / I don't know if it's a speech problem here/

Heavy footsteps came from far away, and the ground shook. Unless it's a giant, it's an illusion. He walked forward as if nothing had happened, his feet on the ice leaves, and the crisp crack spread far away.

He suddenly got bored, and began to wonder why Varga didn't accept the gift.

Varga was a shrewd man, even if he was a cripple, but he bred hunters who were no less than those so-called Territorial Knights. That's why the people of the royal palace are jealous of him and his hunters. They were all worried that one day there would be a hunting knife around their necks, and then the palace would have to change owners. So the rights of the hunters were all crushed under the walls of the world.

The walls of the world weigh as much as the hunter's knife weighs.

Their hunting knives never have the right to judge humanity.

But what a good deal it was, and why did Varga refuse?

The more he felt that something was wrong.

Hoigre Varga is not an ordinary person, and it just so happened that he met him not because he was dealing with official business until late at night, who didn't know that this weak headmaster had to work and rest regularly. It is said that for this reason, the night watchman rings the alarm bell for him several times a day.

What a big face, and without the help of those four night watchmen, he would never have survived until now.

However, the messenger's body suddenly froze.

He...... I'm waiting for him!

The messenger suddenly realized but his face sank.

He already knew he was coming. His actions were secret, and no one knew about them except the Bishop and the King.

A piercing cold wind pierced the forest, and the wraiths hissed merrily.

There can't be an eyeliner among them, but he's a dispensable pawn.

"Dispensable. He smiled knowingly.

Huge shadows came out from behind the shadows of the trees, and two head-sized lanterns lit the surroundings blood red.

Blood splattered, and a bloody thing was thrown out. The monster raised its head and opened its mouth to bite it apart, the sound of bones shattering like two scoops of water striking each other.

"Chasing... Hunt... Chasing"

A hoarse voice cut through the air, carrying the cold wind all the way to the distance. Snow was flying outside the window, and someone was awakened from a dream, and they rolled over, pulled through the thick cup, and wrapped their heads tightly. They didn't hear the voice, but they didn't want to hear it anymore.

"Hey, wake up. ”

An uneasy voice woke Xia Ming.

"Listen. ”

Mu Siyu was as vigilant as a fox, and she lay motionless on a wooden box.

The cold wind came in and out of the small wooden window, blowing her hair scattered.

Xia Ming was dazzled, and only heard the sharp sound of the wind.

Xia Ming saw that her face suddenly turned pale, she covered her nose, frowned and said to Xia Ming, who was dazed: "Bloody." ”

Xia Ming shrugged his nose, a cool breath penetrated his heart, and then said, "I didn't smell it." ”

It's not that his nose isn't sharp, but he doesn't have much of a concept of blood. Man's sense of smell is not as good as that of some animals, and their alertness comes from the experience of trading their lives. The so-called hunter's sense of smell mostly belongs to this category.

"Someone died. Mu Shiyu didn't care about his chain loss at all, but told him seriously: "That hunter, he has appeared again, he has killed someone! You are right, the blood on his hunting knife is human." ”

Xia Ming's heart was beating loudly, dead man, who died. He gripped the hunting knife that lay across his knee, it was a butcher's knife.

"You don't have to worry about them. ”

It seemed to see his thoughts, Mu Siyu said. "They all knew the secret of the hollow tree before they came. You'll know when you're in the student council and you're going to attend their events, and they'll tell you. ”

She walked over to the table of blocks dug out of the tree and fastened her knife. Turning to Xia Ming, he said, "I know it's dangerous, so you don't have to follow." ”

The cold numbed his feet from the cold, and he had to hold his hunting knife to get up.

"Since the hunter is here, so are the monsters. Are you really that good?"

Xia Ming didn't understand how a girl could be interested in such a thing, wouldn't it be nice to be able to hide and spend a quiet night. Let the hunter and monster roam the forest, as long as they can't be found.

Maybe it was seeing his shrunken hands and feet, maybe it was hearing him question her strength. Mu Siyu walked up to him and slapped his hand on the shoulder, causing him to almost fall without standing still.

"Hey, what the hell are you going to do. Don't look so inadequate. She shouted loudly.

"Okay, why not. ”

Xia Ming said busily, but his hand that dragged the hunting knife was trembling slightly.

"But, aren't you cold?" Xia Ming shrugged. "I'm so speechless. ”

"It turned out that I couldn't help myself. ”

Mu Shiyu raised her sharp eyebrows, her eyes looked up and down at him, and she smiled, with a happy mockery.

"The life of a scholar is rare, you can't touch the cold, you can't touch the heat, and to hell with the three-month training. ”

Hell, in the face of her reaction, Xia Ming didn't have a lot of ways at all.

To be done