The majesty pressed over like a king, and Chuanzi could barely move. Banzel did not hesitate, and two shiny hunting knives slashed at this knight-like, king-like "monster". When the king puts on his armor, he is also a brave knight. Now the knight was only a shell, and his flesh had long ago turned to dry mud.

The knight did not move, as if he did not see him. The hunting knife slashed, and Banzel watched dumbfounded, as it pierced through the knight's armor. There was no damage to the armor, and it didn't make any sound of steel clashes.

"You're dead. ”

The knight spoke suddenly. The voice sounded so familiar, and Kawako's eyes widened as she saw the knight slowly remove the armor from his head, revealing the thin face in the armor. Kawako stared blankly at the face, and the person in the armor was none other than Bazel.

It turned out that he was dead, and even Banzel himself did not know about it. When did he die, before he came in? Or after he came in? If Banzel was dead, what was he? Banzel stared at his hand in horror, he reached out to touch Kawako's face, but he was so frightened that he took it back.

He suddenly remembered the experiment with that candle, which could not burn in a completely enclosed space. Anything with temperature, except plants, cannot survive. If this tomb is buried deep underground, the space is completely closed, and the surrounding scenery and flames naturally do not exist, and he himself is fake, because he is already dead.

Could it be that Chuanzi is also dead?

"O lamb to my king..."// I want to use "my lord", I feel a bit blasphemous to history...

The knight knelt down on one knee, pressed his fist to his chest, and chanted in a low voice.

The space shook suddenly, and Kawako saw the cracks spread like broken mirrors. The walls fell from all sides and fell to the ground into shiny gold coins, and they could even hear the clanging of gold coins colliding. Then the withered spears grew out of the golden hills, and the spurs grew longer and longer as the coins piled up. Banzel felt as if he was in a giant hourglass, and as time passed, he finally saw the sand for what it was. It was a skeleton, as great as a hill, and it stood up from the piles of gold that were like hills, and its wings were covered with glittering gold, and the wings were big enough to cover the sky. This is by no means the skeleton of a normal creature, and the "Troll" in the ancient incantation also has a huge meaning.

They all misunderstand that many animals are indeed stronger than humans, and that calling the monster's body huge doesn't explain the meaning of "troll" being huge. The explanation for "Troll" is not a monster, but a "giant monster". Religion should also change its name, and call it a "troll" instead of a simple devil.

The World Wall may not be as simple as they see it now, Banzel imagines prehistoric wars, the World Wall fending off such behemoths again and again. Of course, they also have enough weapons to kill them, and if they put aside the mysterious religion and treat the "holy relics" as a weapon, then the irrational existence of the "holy relics" will be explained - they exist to kill trolls.

But he... It's dead... Maybe no one will ever know the secret again... Perhaps many years later someone will appear and sacrifice their flesh and blood to the monarchs of their monarchs.

"President, there's a lot of wolf-like creatures approaching 800 meters away... I've never seen them before, they're evolving too fast..."A member of a reconnaissance team wandering around the periphery reported quickly.

Lu Jia turned over to the observation tower, and sure enough, he saw a fierce aura churning above the northern bushes, and there were quite a few of them. Hell, where did they come from?

"Where's your ranger?" he asked aloud to Yi Mu, who was one step behind him.

"Listen to the little doll, I don't know about this either. We had to get them out of the way, their work was exposed. ”

Yi Mu rarely showed a solemn look, he felt the movement in the distance, and recalled their wandering life outside the wall. Monsters are not only stronger than humans, but also have an absolute advantage in numbers, and an investigation team of more than 100 people is not enough in front of them, and the 756 investigation may be submerged in this way. He was worried that Luga, the rigid boy, would tell him what nonsense the heroic hunter couldn't retreat from, and how would he explain to Varga when the time came to kill them.

"It's too late. Lujia stared at the slightly shaking brick floor, gritted her teeth and said, "I'll give you some people, try to delay the time, 3 minutes is enough." It's okay if people die, don't die too much, it's good to die too ugly. ”

"Yay. Yi Mu jumped down first and laughed, "That's how it should be." ”

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"Professor, it's time for us to leave. ”

In the central cellar where the relics were kept, everyone stared in disbelief at the increasingly shaky ground, the sand and gravel falling overhead, and someone busy cleaning up the dust, when Luga descended from the sky, his snow suit and equipment.

"But... You've found..."

"The location here is exposed, take it with you, and we'll all have to stay here slowly. Luga's tone was cold and hard, not allowing them to have the slightest doubt. "Three minutes, at most. The most important thing to take away, it's too late. ”

"I'll have this relic removed, and I'll teach you to go first. Lu Jia looked at the old man who refused to leave, and had to drag him up by force.

"No, no, no. This is a mimicry, you go and I stay, I will wait for them to come back. Connor struggled to break free, like a stubborn child.

Lujia knocked him unconscious with her hand, "I can't help you." He coldly glanced at those who were stunned and said coldly, "It's time to go." ”

Looking at the young man in front of him, who was more terrifying than a monster, everyone immediately took action, packed up and prepared to leave.

As he was leaving, Luga saw a man holding a very conspicuous wooden box, and he asked the man, to which he replied, "This is the soul puppet of the leaf, and the professor told me to take care of her, and she is in a strange state, dead but not dead." "Then you take care of the professor on the way, he will wake up soon, and you must not let him run back." With that, Luga rode her horse into the pungent aura.

Under the leadership of Yi Mu, they successfully lured away the monsters in both directions, and those that slipped through the net were to be handed over to Lujia and them until the non-combatants were evacuated to safety.

At some point, a black cloud hung in the sky of the northern plains, and this black cloud continued to spread southward, and the weather became gloomy and gray, and after a long time, the signal to evacuate invariably rose from the jungle.

Lu Jia and Yi Mu met, and their eyes shot at the same time with disgust at "why is this man not dead".

The night came very early, and in winter, the days were already short, and the gloomy weather deprived them of time to enjoy the sun.

The simple citizens of the territory returned home early, or to accompany their parents, or to tell stories to their children, or to sit in front of the fireplace and just watch the fire burn. And the rich and noble are different, without singing and dancing girls, how to spend the long winter nights, their real life has just begun.

In a down-and-out inn in the north of the territory, even the door plaque was rotten, but someone knocked on the cold wooden door that had been closed for a long time that evening.

"Who?"

This seemed to be a superfluous move, but I didn't expect someone inside to respond, and the response of the person inside was vigilant and panicked.

Unexpectedly, what walked in was an extremely beautiful woman, with a flower-like appearance, wearing a snow-colored goose feather coat, she stood in the wind and snow, and even more so a fairy in the snow. Ahem, the description is overwritten But in the eyes of that man, this beautiful woman was like a ghost who asked for her life.

"It's you!" the man said in a deep voice, staring at the woman's white jade-like hands. It's not about how beautiful the hands are, it's about whether there are murderous weapons there.

"You and I don't know each other, why did you come all the way to kill me?"

Seeing that the woman did not have a blade in her hand, he was a little more confident, and his right palm quietly pressed on the Qinglong knife leaning next to the table. He fled for his life because of a rumor in the territory. It is said that those who have done everything that year will never live until the next spring, because on those cold winter nights, someone will come to them and ask for their lives to end their crime and punishment.

"Your name is Song Fuyi. ”

"I am. Song Fuyi did not deny it, he knew that the crime was monstrous, so he hid here as soon as winter came, but he didn't expect to be found the next day.

"You're the Wind and Snow Swordsman. ”

"I am. ”

"The wind and snow have been circulating in the territory for fifty years, how can it be a little girl like you. "No matter how good a person is, he can't escape the fate of time. Song Fuyi could see through at a glance whether it was a human or a ghost under that face.

After Song Fuyi finished speaking, he suddenly kicked the back of the Qinglong knife, whirring, and cut the woman's head. Song Fuyi only felt that the handle of the knife was light, and the strength of the twenty catties of Qinglong Knife was all unloaded, and with a ding, it hit the floor paved with stone bricks.

"You're not a Wind and Snow Swordsman, if you were a Wind and Snow Swordsman, I wouldn't have a chance to make a move. Song Fuyi pressed the Qinglong knife and laughed.

The woman was noncommittal and continued, "Do you know why I killed you?"

"Isn't it just to kill the Manchu family of the Tibetan Yuan Tianning Clan, and the five lives of a bird are counted as birds, do you still want to meddle in your affairs?"

"Now that you know, you will be blind to death. ”

The woman's words were suddenly as cold as the cold wind outside the house, and Song Fuyi only felt a cold neck, and the hot liquid poured into his cotton clothes. He knelt on the ground in pain, desperately covering his throat with his hands, he looked at the snow-white figure in disbelief, and he didn't understand how she did it until he died...