"Fart, shut up!"

Everyone laughed lowly: "It sounds like that person is an alchemist. If he can come here, he should be a combat craftsman, right? Your Highness, do you still remember that guy from the Silver Forest Spear last time?"

Sophie was stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help but laugh. The last time they had a friendly exchange with the Silver Forest Spear, a guy named Liu Liyue insisted on fighting her one-on-one, and she was left hanging at the last moment.

You had to hold back so that the other party didn't lose his dignity.

I heard that that person is also the new generation's 'genius' of the Silver Forest Spear.

However, she also understood what her subordinates meant. Combat Craftsman was actually such a profession. It had a very high threshold. Once you crossed that threshold, the world would be brighter and brighter.

But how many people who have not crossed that threshold can be considered true geniuses?

But that person would be such a genius?

Sophie couldn't help but think of Fang Plover, that big boy who seemed a bit silly to her. She couldn't help but quickly shook her head, thinking that she was a little too suspicious.

Geniuses are not cabbages in the field, cut and cropped, especially among the best among combat craftsmen. From the Star Gate era to the present, how many are there really?

"It's a pity that Covenant Mountain..."

Suddenly, an inexplicable thought flashed through her mind.

…

The surrounding fog gradually rose and became thicker and thicker.

Fang Yu turned over his gloves and saw that a layer of white frost had formed on the metal shell on the back of his hands. He exhaled heavily, and the gas he breathed out seemed to be frozen by the low temperature, turning into powder and falling down.

Parker's upper and lower teeth were chattering due to the cold, and he had a stream of snot that turned into ice before it ran down, making his nose itchy. He broke off the ice shards with his hands, making a crackling sound.

It was a bit disgusting, but luckily no one else saw it.

After the mist in front parted, a skeleton walked out crookedly. It was covered in black dragon scale armor (a standard scale armor in ancient pagodas), and it slashed at Fang Plover with a scimitar in hand.

Fang Plover was startled, and quickly raised his arm armor. The force shook his arm numb, and he was caught off guard and took a step back. A spear came from an angle and penetrated the dragon scale armor.

, picked the ribs of the skeleton, and swept it away with great force, causing the bones to scatter on the ground with a crash.

Teneric then took back his spear, looked back and asked, "Is everything okay?"

Fang Plover shook his head.

He looked at that place with some confusion: "I bet it was definitely not in that place before."

"It was generated from the fog," Teneric looked at the heavy fog surrounding him with vigilance. The fog actually emitted a faint layer of brilliance, as if moonlight penetrated the earth's crust and shone on the fog.

.

"Be careful," it said. "This fog is a little weird. I feel something is coming. There are quite a few of them."

"They are the hunters of the ancient king," Fang Plover replied: "In Salhorn, the locals call them the returning ones. They are the most terrifying hunters in the cold forest. As long as the horn sounds a long sound, the hunt will be over.

There will be no rest until death.”

"What does that mean?" Parker asked, trembling.

He paused for a moment and looked back at the box, which had been indifferent, with some confusion: "Wait a minute, aren't you cold?"

The boy in the second grade held his hands, glanced at the Papalar man coldly, and replied, "The temperature is just right." But after saying that, he couldn't help but sneeze loudly, and then sniffed hard.

"Gujun Hunter is very famous here. I've heard about it before I came here," Fang Plover continued, "It's an ancient legend originating from the Guta Lowland Countries."

"I know that among the many rumors about Mageri-Tolagotos, one of them mentions the place it visited when it was young. It is said that the old dragon once obtained an item in the Lowland Kingdom related to the people who returned home.

Something, so people have been rumored that the phantom down here comes from that thing."

"Which thing?" Parker asked again.

"A sword," Fang Plover replied: "It was once the symbol of the ancient pagoda, and it was called the Pale Flame."

He just finished speaking.

The fog in front suddenly rolled up, and a low whine came from behind the fog. The sound was old and desolate, like a giant dragon wailing. Fang Plov had never heard such a similar sound before, like a desolate sound.

The distant meaning emerged spontaneously, but he subconsciously understood what it was.

Dragon horn trombone

It was indeed that ancient monarch.

After the mist separated, it was like a piece of snow-white ice dust slowly falling from the sky. As soon as they hit the ground, they turned into countless skeletons, wearing tattered dragon scale armor, holding spears, and wearing the ancient pagoda's traditional jackdaw whistle helmet on their heads.

The eyes were dotted with phosphorus fire, like an ocean in the darkness, extending to the end of the field of vision.

At the end of the gradually fading fog, Fang Plover saw a pair of unique scarlet eyes. He felt a slight chill in his heart, but then he saw clearly that it was a crow.

It combed its feathers as black as cold iron leisurely, occasionally raising its head and looking at everyone with cold eyes.

There, the legendary bird of death in Schalhorn was standing on top of a hollow armor. It was a headless knight riding a skeletal horse. Although there was no head, the four of them were still there.

At that moment, I clearly felt a tangible gaze falling on me.

The feeling of being targeted by a hunter made Fang Plover's hair stand on end.

Only then did he feel for the first time that the story of the Hunter King of Hanlin was definitely not a fabrication passed down by word of mouth because when the eyes fell on him, he actually had hallucinations before his eyes.

Under the cold moon in the lonely forest, with wolves howling in the wild, and in the bright snow, he seemed to be in the ancient forest of kings, and every companion around him had disappeared, leaving only the headless knight, and it

The skeletal war horse sat down, and a raven as black as iron, quietly confronting him.

The sound of the Papalar's upper and lower teeth chattering brought him back to reality: "Are we really its rival?"

Fang Plover sent out two walkers without saying a word.

And ended the conversation with an ancient tactical thinking: "You will know after a fight."

No matter how real it is, it is just an illusion after all.

On the sixth floor, if you miss the first lord you meet, no one can guarantee whether you will meet the next one.

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Chapter completed!