Nordic, extremely cold place.

One person and one dog, move forward slowly.

Tang Long was wearing a black leather jacket and snow covered his shoulders.

Two months ago, one man and one dog fought from the east to the west. After dozens of battles, he suffered countless bloodshed and finally got here.

Not far ahead is the Duke of Vientiane's nest.

Tang Long's purpose was to defeat this place and kill the old turtle who was known as the "Immortal Duke", and took his head back to pay tribute to Lao Shuai Zhen Nantian.

"Old Huang!"

"Huang Xiaotian" shook off the snow on his body, raised the dog's head to look at Tang Long. In the past two months, one man, one dog and one snake have long been tacit understanding.

"Do you miss your home?" Tang Long asked casually as he walked.

Home?

Yutou Village?

Lao Huang couldn't help but see the figures of old ox, fox, rat, etc. in his mind, and he said, "If you don't say it, you won't think so. You really think so a little bit when you say that."

Tang Long smiled, stopped and looked at the white hill not far ahead: "I thought about it too!"

The wind was biting, but there was a bit of an unusual atmosphere on the white snow around it, as if some predator was staring at them, trying to give them a quick blow.

"It's almost done. When we kill that old man, we'll go back!"

Tang Long muttered, and at some point there was a tactical blade in his hand, he swung it quickly to the side. A red line suddenly appeared in the empty place. As the red line gradually grew bigger, blood dripping fell down, and then he saw a figure slowly falling down.

He is not an invisible person, but just a few tricks, plus some formation assistance to the effect.

Since the Duke of Vientiane knew that Tang Long was chasing him, he naturally would not sit still and wait for death. In fact, Tang Long had already fought with the other party once, but the cunning old man finally let him run away.

Along the way, I was surrounded many times!

Tang Long didn't care at all about the lying corpse, and his eyes kept on the white mountain in front of him.

"The last battle!"

"kill!"

"Wangwangwang!"

Each person and a dog had a strange red line. They walked over and corpses were everywhere.

When we were about to approach the white mountain, a few monsters with white hairs that were more than three meters high and had an elder on their bodies stood in front of Tang Long.

"The legendary savage? Or the beast that is mixed with genes?"

Tang Long frowned and muttered to himself softly, as if he was asking the other person, or as if he was talking to himself.

"Leave or die!"

The other party's words were a bit stiff, and his voice was not as good as Lao Huang's.

Tang Long stared at the eyes of these long-haired monsters and did not rush to do it, as if he wanted to read some information from their eyes.

"Are you descendants of the Snow Mountain Tribe?"

Tang Long stared at the tallest hairy monster in front of him and asked slowly.

I don’t know if it was because of the look of Tang Long’s eyes or something else, but there was a trace of confusion and surprise in the eyes of the big guy.

"I, the son of Snow God!"

"Son of the Snow God?" Tang Long repeated these four words, sighed slightly, and said softly: "Since you are the last Snow Mountain Remnants, why are you blocking me?"

As Tang Long finished speaking, the largest long-haired monster fell to the snow and snored. The situation of the few long-haired monsters behind them was similar to that of them.

Tang Long is not a cold bloodthirsty machine, so he does not want to turn all the people in front of him into cold corpses.

The Snow Mountain Remaining Family,

There are so many incredible legends, but the number of this race that exists on the earth is absolutely rare. Perhaps Tang Long killed the few people in front of him and they will destroy the clan.

I can't bear it, so I'd better keep them. From their eyes, it also meets the standards of living.

He raised his legs and walked towards the castle in front.

right,

A magnificent castle.

Not yet, but this one is right in front of you.

When he walked into the castle, Tang Long felt a little tired, and his body had many wounds.

But he knew that it was all worth it!

In a luxurious hall, there is a very long table, about ten meters or twenty meters long.

On the other end of the table, an old man with white hair, wrinkled face, and a full body full of vicissitudes and decay. On the table opposite him, there was a large goblet of at least two liters, filled with bright red liquid.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Looking at Tang Long who came today, he said with a smile, tremblingly raising his hand and signaling: "Sit down!"

Tang Long had a plain face. He walked to the other end, pulled open the silver chair, and after sitting down, he said casually, "Have your neck been washed?"

"Actually, there may be some misunderstandings between us!"

The Duke of Vientiane shook his head and said helplessly: "I am actually an old friend of Zhen Nantian. I met him very early and early. Even at that time, he was still very young. Well, maybe even younger than you now. Time is so fast. In a flash, he changed little by little. From a young age to middle age to twilight years, he changed little by little, but I am still the same as before, still old, still confused and helpless, without any change."

Tang Long yawned and said with a smile: "Don't worry, today will make you a little change. They all said you are immortal. I want to see if you will die by taking your head off."

"Haha, you are still too young."

The Duke of Vientiane smiled, shook his head slowly, and asked, "Do you want to eat something first?"

"Do you have your last supper?" Tang Long asked.

The Duke of Vientiane shook his head and said, "I can tell you about the past, and why Westerners don't go east, why Zhennantian died, you may not be interested in other things, but in the end, you may be interested in this."

Tang Long frowned slightly, picked up the table cloth and placed it on his legs.

"I admire this little friend Zhen Nantian, and the friendship between us is not low. In most cases, if he has any trouble, I will, or are willing to help him."

The Duke of Vientiane picked up the knife and fork with his hand that was like a dry bone, and cut the thick and fat meat chop in the plate in front of him, which was probably only three minutes cooked. As the knife cut it down, blood flowed all over the plate.

Then slowly put the meat into your mouth little by little and chew it gently.

Tang Long felt his thighs tremble, but the pain quickly disappeared and his eyebrows dissipated. Tang Long did not rush to get up, nor did he interrupt the other party's way of pretending to speak.

"But you also know that humans are animals of inferiority. When choosing between friends and themselves, they often choose themselves in most cases. But friends and destiny, life and death, and youth often choose the latter, choose themselves, choose youth, and choose to live!"
Chapter completed!