Chapter 558 (1/2)
North of East sakran, fault boundary mountains, glacial wasteland.
In the south, where summer is coming, the biting cold wind and ice still rule the whole northern world; In the long snow sky, a group of black crows swept over the dome.
Where they pass is where the sickle of death flies.
Only the most timid recruits will think that when the midsummer is coming, there will be no demons and mutant monsters in duanjie mountain... On the contrary, the ice werewolves will not stop killing and looting because of the melting of ice and snow, let alone fear the sunshine above their heads.
The Legion Rangers wandering in the wasteland are still trembling. They should not only beware of the migration of groups of ice werewolves, but also beware of some monsters afraid of the cold. They suddenly drill out of the snow and tear them to pieces.
In order to reduce the number of casualties of the Legion Rangers, Conrad de sallion hired a group of mercenaries and bounty hunters from east Saxony every summer, and lured them to take charge of the most dangerous road exploration and patrol with high pay and reward.
The real purpose of this is not to patrol, but to maintain stability in their own territory.
Armed mercenaries and wandering knights are very serious hidden dangers in Conrad's eyes, and it is difficult to deal with them effectively; But it would be much more convenient if these people were concentrated and managed according to military regulations.
Of course, you can never believe the loyalty of a mercenary... Too strict military regulations make mercenary mutiny and desertion very common; Connord had a legitimate reason to ”arrest deserters” and drive them out of his territory.
”Dang --!”
The edge of the halberd smashed the rocks in the snow, and the flying snow was dyed red by the werewolf's blood and waved in the air.
Taking advantage of the snowflakes, the werewolf who dodged five steps away with lightning was still howling bitterly because of his injured left leg.
”How fast you run...”
Gently spit out the white fog, and the panting man sarcastically said, but anyone can hear the reluctance in his words.
The black linen cloak on his body, the halberd in his hand, and the knight's long sword hanging around his waist... Are all the things on this man; The thin layer of chain armour is inferior to ordinary Legion soldiers, and it is the same as paper paste in front of werewolves.
But for him, these are enough - instead of giving life and death to unreliable armor, he would rather believe in his brain and the sharp blade in his hand.
It takes only a moment for the werewolf to tear himself, and only a moment for the beast to tear himself... It's fair.
The ferocious ice werewolf kept yelling at him. The injury to his left leg made the monster more irritable and bloodthirsty, and even a pair of animal pupils turned blood red.
More and more manic, violent roar, as if trying to suppress the killing intention that rushed to tear him to pieces immediately.
It is a monster, but it also stands upright like a man; The burly figure half above the body and the arms thicker than people's thighs exude an endless sense of oppression.
The mean man disdained to pick up the corners of his mouth and move slowly in the snow; The long halberd, which constantly changes direction between his hands, looks old, but it is still sharp.
”... is an animal.”
As soon as his voice fell, there was no sign of the werewolf.
”Bang --!”
The sound of the air being torn almost pierced the eardrum, and the snow as bright as a silver mirror suddenly burst!
Without much thought, the man immediately clenched the halberd and stabbed forward.
”Dang --!”
The sharp claws hit the tip of the long halberd and exploded a spark.
The tyrannical roar came out, and the werewolf with his arms suddenly swung open forced the man to fly!
The man who landed after five steps in the air pulled his feet hard and dragged five meters on the snow before stopping; Before he could stabilize his body, the huge shadow had hit again.
”Animals... Are animals.”
The man was still sarcastic. While stepping forward with his left foot, he sank the halberd blade of Zhan halberd to his right hand and lowered his body bit by bit.
The roaring monster attacked, and the raised claws tore the air and rolled up the roaring wind.
”Never learn!”
Before the arrow step, the man who lowered his body loosened his right hand, and the elongated halberd was as fast as the wind, raising a residual shadow.
Back sweep -!
”Poof --!”
The blood sprayed, and the broken black cloak fell on the snow.
The motionless man clenched the halberd with his hands, and the werewolf's claws stopped less than ten centimeters outside his neck.