"I think you might need a little help. ”

In the faint voice, Zhang Jiao stepped out and suddenly appeared in the memory of the remnant soul of Vicky.

The wolf-headed monster he looked at was friendly and harmonious.

But the wolf-headed monster in front of him, which was transformed from Vicky, did not feel his kindness.

It bared its sharp teeth and watched the figure that suddenly appeared in front of it warily, letting out a long and continuous roar.

In the world of memories that had been conjured up from Vicky's remnant soul, the sky darkened in an instant.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the cold wind cut through it like a knife.

The frost of the cold forest formed ice flowers on the ground, and countless fist-sized hailstones mixed with ice thorns whistled from the cold wind.

The huge bonfire that Vicky remembered was immediately extinguished by the roaring frost and snow.

In the spread of ice crystals and frost flowers, the crowd of onlookers around was immediately engulfed in this rushing ice storm, adding a touch of red to the white world.

Zhang Jiao looked at the ice storm in front of him that had formed in the blink of an eye, and his expression was calm.

The wind howled, engulfing him in an instant.

The ice picks mixed in the storm swirled around his body like pieces of frost, making a series of hurried collision sounds.

Zhang Jiao didn't seem to feel it.

He looked calmly ahead, his eyes seemed to pass through the ice storm around his body, and he slowly shook his head towards the wolf-headed monster in the distance.

"I took the liberty to visit, but His Highness's hospitality was too rude. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Jiao suddenly stepped out and opened his hands in the face of the storm.

Behind the white hair scattered in the wind, a four-armed and faceless god-man suddenly appeared.

He looked at the storm that enveloped him, and the halo of light floating behind his head shook immediately.

Between the layers of light flickering, a round of light suddenly emerged from the cloudy sky.

The blazing sunlight instantly pierced through the dark clouds and shone on the earth.

The cold wind gradually stopped, and the snow melted.

The earth suddenly changed from a white world of ice and snow to a country of birds and flowers.

Zhang Jiao looked at the wolf-headed monster in front of him, which suddenly turned into a dazed and overwhelmed monster, and said again, "I have no other malice, I just feel that you may need a little help." ”

As he spoke, he quietly appeared in front of the wolf-headed monster.

But the wolf-headed monster still didn't respond to him.

It looked at the light shining in front of it, like a strange god who dwelt in the sun, and its eyes were full of fear and incomprehension.

"This is impossible, how could the Templars allow you to recover to such an extent?"

The wolf-headed monster roared loudly in his heart.

It looked at the light that appeared in front of it and immediately made a decision.

I saw layers of cracks burst from its blood-colored wolf head in an instant, and then spread all the way to its entire body.

Like the sound of countless glass shattering at the same time, this monster transformed into a wolf-headed human body? Instantly turned into a puff of ice powder scattered all over the ground? Then it disappeared into an inexplicable cold wind.

"That's it?"

Zhang Jiao looked at the ice and snow that melted in an instant in front of him, and a mocking sound immediately came from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you think you'll be able to run away like this?"

Vicky's memory world? The blue, white, and red brilliance immediately formed into a blazing sun.

Under the sun? A fire that has just been extinguished, a crowd of people dying in an ice storm? One by one, they emerged in the light and gathered around the fire.

The whole world of memories suddenly seemed to return to its previous appearance.

The only difference? It used to be a land of ice and snow? Everything is gloomy, but now it is the singing of birds and flowers, and it looks like spring returning to the earth.

The crowd that reappeared around the fire slowly raised their heads and looked at the glowing sun in front of them, and a little light gradually appeared in their eyes.

When the light completely spreads throughout their pupils? The crowd is already bowing down in unison? Praise in his mouth.

"Praise Sanyang !!"

"Praise Sanyang !!"

"Praise Sanyang !!"

......

In the midst of the incessant chanting, a call appeared beyond the borders of the United States of Aldoria and continued on the tundra of the north.

In this perennial land covered in snow and ice, known as Korsovot.

A little echo is fixed in Zhang Jiao's heart.

He quietly walked out of Vicky's remaining memories and looked at the policemen around him who had begun to wrap up? Disappeared into the gun-filled garage.

in a large coniferous forest in Korsovot.

Hundreds of small cabins scattered around the outskirts of the forest, vaguely similar to the people Vicky remembers? Suddenly turned over from the warm quilt and sat up, in the awakened gaze of the person next to the pillow? Let out a strange roar.

"Praise Sanyang !!"

After yelling, they are like all right? Lay back in bed.

The wife and lovers who were taken aback next to him immediately slapped him? Wake them up completely.

"What are you shouting?"

The man who was suddenly woken up looked at them inexplicably? I can't remember anything at all.

After scolding and scolding a few times, they hugged the woman who was still arguing into their arms, and then got into the bed and continued to sleep.

It's just that none of them knew that just as everyone was shouting, in the coniferous forest, wisps of gray mist suddenly converged from all around, slowly condensing into a human shape.

Zhang Jiao looked at the endless forest in front of him, his nose was slightly raised, and he faintly smelled a breath of "the same kind" by the cold wind blowing.

"It's so pitiful, has it been weakened to such a point? No wonder no matter how much he tried, he refused to save his dependents, not because he was unwilling, but because he couldn't!"

"In that case, let me help you!"

In the light laughter, Zhang Jiao's illusory figure had already floated towards the depths of the taiga forest.

The snow was covered, and the sky and the earth were white.

In the depths of the inaccessible coniferous forest, a small wooden house slowly appeared in front of Zhang Jiao's eyes.

Zhang Jiao looked at the wooden house in front of him, which had been many years old, and just took a step forward.

In the snow around the hut, there was immediately a loud barking of dogs.

"Wangwang~!"

"Wangwang~!"

More than a dozen one-man dogs pounced viciously, gathered in front of him, and barked constantly.

Zhang Jiao looked at the more than a dozen three fools in front of him who obviously had the appearance of wolves, but made a dog-like bark, and chuckled lightly, "You like sledding three fools very much?"

A deep, thick voice immediately sounded behind his ears.

"Yes, I love it, their ancestors were domesticated by me. ”

Zhang Jiao slowly turned around, and saw an old hunter who looked to be about forty or fifty years old, with a mustache tied into a pigtail at the chin, and was aiming at him with an old double-barreled shotgun.

"Get out of my territory, alien god, this is not the place for you. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly fired a shot at Zhang Jiao.

The large deer hunting bullet flew directly past Zhang Jiao's ear, bursting into a dense black hole in the snow behind him.

"I repeat, alien gods, leave my territory. Otherwise, I will see you as provoking me. ”

"There is only one rule for the Navian Protoss to treat provocateurs, and that is not to die, and only one can survive. ”

"Now, make your choice. ”

Zhang Jiao looked at the shotgun aimed at him, but his expression was unimpressed.

Instead, he looked curiously at the shining shotgun in the old hunter's hand, and chuckled, "I came with kindness, and that's how you treat your friends?"

"Friends?"

The old hunter let out a sneer.

He stared at the uninvited alien god in front of him, and said loudly, "My friends have long been buried in this snow, do you want to be my kind of friend?"

As he spoke, he pulled the bolt of the gun and prepared Zhang Jiao's head.

On the old shotgun, a wild and cold divine power immediately emerged.

Gold is hollowed out into the barrel, gemstones are embellished as triggers, and ivory wood is dressed as the butt.

Crystal clear ice picks were quickly transformed into bullets and loaded into the wind.

Zhang Jiao felt the huge sense of threat coming from this shotgun with a greatly changed appearance, and said calmly, "I am not your provocateur and I have no malice, I came with good intentions." ”

The old hunter looked at him and said in disbelief, "Kindness, is your kindness a peep into my existence from the soul of my dependent?"

By the end, the old hunter's voice grew louder and louder.

In the roar, the wind mixed with flakes of snow suddenly blew towards him, as if the wind and snow in the entire taiga forest were echoing his roar.

When Zhang Jiao heard this, he immediately stroked his left chest with his right hand, and then bowed slightly to the old hunter and apologized.

"I'm sorry for this, I just want to see my friends too much, so I'm a little anxious, please forgive me!"

As he spoke, he groped for a moment in the coffin ring in his hand, and then took out a golden incense candle to offer incense to the gods.

Zhang Jiao held this sacrificial incense, waved his hand lightly, and suddenly a mist floated in front of the old hunter holding this incense candle.

"A little gift, and please forgive me for my previous recklessness. ”

The old hunter looked at the golden incense candle floating in front of his eyes, and suddenly couldn't help but stretch out his palm, and grabbed it in his hand, his expression full of greed and desire.

He kept stroking the incense, sniffing, sniffing, and licking it intoxicatingly, like a crow that wanted to drink water.

Obviously, the water was in front of him, but it couldn't drink it, so it was so anxious that it could only stare dryly.

That's how the old hunter feels now.

He could clearly feel the strong power of faith contained in the golden object in front of him, but no matter what method he used, he could not extract the power of faith contained in it.

After tossing for a while, the old hunter raised his head and asked with some impatience.

"What the hell is this?"

Zhang Jiao looked at him with a monkey on his face, and a look of expectation flashed slightly in his eyes.

He smiled and said, "This is the incense of the gods, a strange knick-knack. ”

The old hunter looked at the harmless expressions of the other animals, and then looked at the golden incense in his hand, and after a little hesitation, he finally slowly put away the shotgun in his hand, and then said to Zhang Jiao.

"Come in!"

"You are the first god to set foot in my homeland in these four hundred years. ”

With that, he strode towards the hut, and the dogs gathered in front of the hut scattered and disappeared into the taiga forest.

Zhang Jiao looked at the old hunter who opened the door and motioned for him to enter, and immediately strode over, and said at the same time, "My honor." ”

On the outside, it looks like a cramped and dilapidated wooden house of forty or fifty square meters, but on the inside, there is a lot of life.

The whole wooden house seemed to have cast an expansion spell, and the place where Zhang Jiao saw it was seven or eight hundred square meters, luxurious and a detached villa.

The walls on both sides are covered with all kinds of weapons.

From bronze weapons from ancient times to guns and ammunition in modern society, there is a wide range of weapons.

Zhang Jiao looked at the weapons curiously, and then heard the old hunter's voice ringing in his ears.

"Sit down, there's nothing to see. My collection has long since been plundered, and if you are interested, you can take a look at the exhibition hall of the Templar, as the average clergy would not be aware of your identity. ”

As he spoke, he tossed over a bottle carved out of snow and ice.

Zhang Jiao took the bottle, opened it gently, and immediately smelled a mellow aroma of wine.

The old hunter held up the wine bottle in his hand and shouted at Zhang Jiao, "Welcome, strange god." ”

With that, he opened the cap and drank the spirits in one gulp.

Zhang Jiao also did the same, drinking all the spirits in the bottle.

When he had finished drinking, the old hunter who was sitting across from him threw another bottle.

Zhang Jiao did not refuse, and followed the old hunter in front of him to drink.

In a short time, the feet of the two were already full of wine bottles.

The old hunter looked at him, wiped the wine from his beard, and laughed with a drunken expression, "Okay, I have received the gift, and you have drunk the wine, can you leave, Your Highness?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the wooden house, which had just been closed for a short time, creaked open.

Zhang Jiao looked at the old hunter who suddenly turned his face and drove people away, and couldn't help laughing.

He looked at the old hunter in front of him, who was gradually becoming more serious, and his ass did not move, but leaned back, found a more comfortable position and half-lay down, and then said.

"You're not going to try my gift to you?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the incense that was placed in the old hunter's hand, and the flame of the first generation quietly appeared in the palm of his hand.

As soon as the firelight fell on the incense of the gods, the incense of the incense began to burn, and the five-colored brilliance that flickered slightly gradually spread into a halo of five-color blur on the incense head.

The halo flickered, exuding an indescribable allure.

The old hunter who was glaring at him immediately froze in place.

He stared at the halo with a slightly confused expression, and involuntarily leaned forward.

After waiting for a wisp of milky white smoke slowly rising from the incense of the gods, the old hunter standing in front of it subconsciously twitched his nose.

The incense rose up, and a wisp of milky white smoke was immediately inhaled by him.

The old hunter was suddenly like a drug boy who had been drugged, he could no longer control his desires, and he could no longer move his nose when he lay on the incense head.

"Suck !!"

In the sound of frantic inhalation, a faint five-colored light began to emerge on his body, and in the glow, there was a faint sound of endless praise coming out of it.

"Praise Sanyang !!"