"Sister Xiao Qiao?" In the shaking carriage, Hemi's voice brought Xiao Qiao who was ecstatic back to reality. At this moment, the carriage was driving on the ancient avenue, which was ordered by the ancient kings. Now several centuries have passed, and the road has been renovated several times. The spacious and gentle road is the main way for merchants to travel to and from trucks.

"Huh? What's wrong, Hemi?" Xiao Qiao is now a part-time groom, and is also responsible for taking care of Hemi, which makes Xiao Qiao very depressed. Fortunately, the blind girl is very sensible, which makes Xiao Qiao secretly glad, but this cannot alleviate Xiao Qiao's anger.

"Where have you been to Lord Al?" Hemi asked timidly, "They have disappeared from the morning." The three of the Alps set off before dawn, and Hemi was still asleep. After receiving the news from Joylull of the White Rose, they rushed to rescue Joel who was taken to the "North Wind Judgment Site" deep in the snowfield. So they left Xiao Qiao.

"We need someone to take care of and protect this girl," Olaf persuaded.

"You are the only one of us who can do this job," Tiefen scratched his head, "we are not very good at dealing with little girls."

"And you can't shoot arrows on the snow field," Alps said in a cheerful tone with his hands on his chest, "The wind will blow your arrows away, and it's so cold there."

Looking at the three stinky men who had already made the decision, Xiao Qiao was so angry that she was itchy, but she was helpless that it was indeed the case. Someone had to stay and take care of Hemi, and those three guys couldn't even take good care of themselves. So the hunter Xiao Qiao became a nanny Xiao Qiao.

"They went to Lengshi Town to find Mr. Kang Ting." Xiao Qiao said angrily.

"So, so that's how it is." Hemi's voice became smaller and smaller. Xiao Qiao heard her moving uneasy in the carriage behind her. She seemed to be afraid of Xiao Qiao. Xiao Qiao was quite dissatisfied with this. She did not offend her, but it didn't matter. Her nanny duties were over after Al and the others came back.

This carriage with a rooftop was purchased by Al when he paid for it. It was purchased from a merchant at a post station in an intersection of the village. The village at the intersection was built at a three-way intersection on the ancient avenue, leading to Lengshi Town on one side, leading to Black Widow's Fortress on the other side, and leading to the southern border on the other side. It cost a lot of money. Xiao Qiao felt very distressed about it, but Al himself did not agree. The prodigal son, Xiao Qiao, when he thought of the face of the profiteer NPC, could not help but gritted his teeth.

"Sister Xiao Qiao..." Hemi suddenly spoke again.

"So what's wrong?" Xiao Qiao, who was in a bad mood, turned around and saw the girl in the carriage looking at her, but suddenly remembered that she was blind.

"Is Sister Xiao Qiao worried about Lord Al and the others?" Hemi asked, "Is there any danger to Lord Al and the others? Or is there any danger to Mr. Kang Ting?"

"Why do you ask that?" Xiao Qiao asked patiently, so it is also very troublesome for a little girl who is too sensible. No, it is all children that are so troublesome, Xiao Qiao affirmed this again.

"Because... there is something deep in the snow field..." Xiao Qiao suddenly felt something was wrong when he heard Hemi's voice. The childish tone of the tone just now disappeared, replacing an inaccessible indifference and seriousness. "They are wailing, and things that blaspheme the gods are gathering. Don't get close to the depths of the snow field. The cold Lord of the North Wind is accumulating its anger. And..." Hemi's voice gradually weakened.

"Hey, hey, Hey?" Xiao Qiao seemed to have heard of the saint and prophecy, but suddenly it made her feel that the hair on her back stood up, "Hey, Hey, Hey? Don't scare me."

Hemi was silent for a while, and Xiao Qiao almost grabbed the horse pulling the cart before he heard Hemi breathe a sigh of relief, "Sister Xiao Qiao, I'm so sleepy..."

"If you are sleepy, just go to bed if you are sleepy, well, this is usually the case." Xiao Qiao was a little nervous. This npc attacked again. She was really not good at dealing with npc. Damn, if she had known that she would have left the damn big bear! Xiao Qiao was thinking while grinding her teeth. The sound of the little girl lying down came from behind and there was no movement after it came. This really made Xiao Qiao breathe a sigh of relief.

The carriage continued to walk forward, and it was already a distance from the village at the intersection. Since leaving the village, it had been rustling with cold drizzles. The air was particularly cold and humid, but now it is gradually approaching the south. The carriage slowly drove out the dark clouds covering the northern sky along the ancient avenue, and the road surface finally became dry.

But speaking of it... Xiao Qiao thought about it, if that was the so-called "saint's prophecy" just now, wouldn't the place where Al and the others went be dangerous? I remember that the North Wind Judgment Site was deep in the snowfield...

Thinking of this, Xiao Qiao felt uneasy. She gritted her teeth and called out the "message delivery" service in paid services. The price was so expensive that Xiao Qiao wanted to close this window at one time. She could only send up a maximum of twenty words of messages at a time, and the charge was calculated based on the number of words. Forget it, Xiao Qiao was so cruel that she could not buy some cosmetics at most. She originally planned to not go out for the past two months. In the end, Xiao Qiao sent the short message she had written to the "Alps" in the friend list:

The Saint Prophecy: Danger deep in the snowfield! Be careful!

...

Martin rode the only remaining northern horse on the snow field. He didn't know which direction he was rushing in. No matter which direction he was, Martin was almost crazy thinking that no matter which direction I had to stay away from that ghost place!

The sky was so dark that when dawn came, Martin felt that it was already dusk. No, Martin almost wanted to yell, I still have to live, I can't die here!

Last night, the idiot Captain Yare was torn in half, blood and internal organs scattered all over the ground, and the horses rioted. That kind of thing is not something that humans can deal with! Whenever Martin recalls the huge object in the darkness, he trembles. He didn't really see it clearly. It kept swimming outside the fire, but every time he took action, he would take a person's life.

That damn old man, the fat man with small eyes, and others, were dragged one by one into the darkness. Those idiots, Martin thought, those idiots like Yare, they thought they could defeat that kind of thing, so they died, and I knew there was no chance of winning from the beginning, so I survived.

Martin lowered his head, his armor was covered with black blood, emitting a strong smell of fishy smell. Is it human blood, horse blood, or that thing blood, Martin didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

Martin recalled that at night, the fool ran to the mail tower and said that Captain Yare told others to gather next to the horses, and the others picked up the guy and followed him. I was not that stupid. Martin recalled that I was not that stupid at that time, and it was so cold outside that I could freeze my ears, so I stayed by the stove and stayed with the two grooms.

But in the end, someone turned around and threatened to call Martin out. Martin spat, then walked out with an iron sword and a torch, carrying a wooden shield on his back. It was dark and cold outside, but Martin still followed the man to the horse. "What happened?" Martin asked the man.

"There are lost snow bears nearby," said the man, "and they also stole one of our horses! Captain Yare said he wanted to kill the two beasts."

Snow Bear? Martin was stunned at the time. Just this equipment was used to deal with Snow Bear? This was not an easy thing. Martin had a gloomy face. Fortunately, it was getting late, and with his face armor, I wouldn't die when I couldn't see his face. Martin thought, I could hide behind a little.

The facts proved that Martin's choice was correct. They stood in the wind and snow and waited for a long time, and only heard the roars from them from somewhere, sometimes far and sometimes near. In the darkness and snow, the roars of the snow bears suddenly became shrill, as if they were attacked. Just as everyone was looking at each other, the roars of the snow bears turned into wailings, and then a wisp of smoke was blown away by the wind and snow and disappeared into an unheard. Everyone had no time to react, and something was blacked out.

He threw it over in secret, and Martin jumped away in fear. The thing rolled around in the snow and finally hit the wall of the wardrobe. Martin, who was closest, raised his torch and carefully looked over to see the thing. It turned out to be a hideous snow bear's head. Something was twisted off. His eyeballs had been crushed into his eye sockets. The smelly blood spurted out from the broken part of the snow bear's head, and his eye sockets and mouth were stained with scarlet red.

"It's the snow bear!" Martin heard his voice becoming sharp and thin due to fear. Suddenly, a larger ball of things was thrown over. The guy standing in front of Martin was hit. Before he could wail, he was hit on the ground by the thing, and his head hit the wall of the hood. The black thing also pressed on him. Fortunately, he wore a helmet, and then he let out a shrill scream. Martin saw that thing, the snow bear's fat body, but its white hair was dyed almost black blood at this moment, and its body was distorted. The internal organs surged out of the cut-out belly. When it was thrown over, it fell all over the floor.

"Beware!" The first person shouted was Captain Yare. After he shouted this, something was pushed down into the darkness. The torch in his hand fell on the snow and made a hissing sound. Then there was a disgusting sound of breaking. Captain Yare's shrill scream came to an abrupt end. Then he broke, and his flattened torso was thrown back, and his head seemed to be bitten off by something.

People went completely crazy at this moment. The unknown thing in the dark made people feel unprecedented horror and fear. They frantically wanted to escape back to the sentry tower, and then the second person was dragged into the darkness, followed by the third person.

Martin escaped in the front, and the people behind him were captured one by one. He did not look back and knew who had been captured. They could hear their shrill screams and the wailing that came to an abrupt end. Martin could hear clearly.

"What happened?" The two idiot grooms heard the screams and actually dared to light a torch and walked out of the wardrobe.

"Get out of here!" Martin remembered pushing them, throwing them behind him, and then they screamed and ran away. What made Martin couldn't help but praise the gods was that those idiots ran away in different directions, and the thing in the dark did not chase in his direction. The screams of others disappeared into the darkness without long lasting. Martin suddenly heard the neighing of northern horses behind him. Martin spent his childhood in the stable. He had been a little brother in the horse house for many years. He had been responsible for taking care of many horses, but he had never loved the smelly horses as much as he was now.

He turned around boldly and used the torch and iron in his hand to force the horse who was crazy and wanted to escape to stop. The horse quickly stopped its hooves and wanted to avoid them from one side. Martin quickly grabbed the horse's reins. The horse struggled violently, and even wanted to raise its front hooves to kick Martin. But Martin was even more quickly. He turned over and climbed onto the horse's back. Its back was still covered with a thick animal skin blanket, but because there was no saddle, Martin hugged the horse tightly to avoid falling from the horse's back.

The horse didn't care about so much at this moment. It spread its hooves and fled into the darkness. A terrifying roar came from the darkness in the distance, and the hoarse roars seemed to be made of countless voices and intertwined. Then Martin felt something followed.

"Oh, the gods are above! Gods are above!" Martin closed his eyes and grabbed the horse's neck tightly, "Gods are above! Save me! Save me!" Tears poured out of his closed eyes. Martin even peed his pants in fear, but he didn't care about these things. The thing caught up! The thing caught up!

Perhaps prayer played a role, and the gods heard his prayers. The sounds in the dark gradually disappeared into the wind and snow. Fear made Martin tense up. He was drowsy and exhausted, but he did not dare to relax at all, for fear of falling from the horse's back or being caught by the thing.

After a while, Martin felt that his body was frozen. The horse's hooves also slowed down. Martin felt that it had reached its limit. He raised his head and the northern horse was almost foaming at his mouth. Everything that happened last night seemed like a nightmare, but the numb limbs and the pain caused by the cold made him know that all this was true.

I shouldn't have promised my wife. Martin began to regret it. He was temporarily liberated from his fear and began to shed tears of regret. I shouldn't have promised my wife. I shouldn't have come to this ghost place for the bag of gold!

As soon as Sir Via sentenced to the North Wind trial, the Jazz Lady came to Martin. "I'll give you gold," she said, "As long as you go to that ghost place and kill the madman who hurt my dear Fitwin, I'll give you forty gold coins." After that, she put a golden gold coin in his hand. This was the first time Martin got the gold coins himself. "This is a deposit, go buy some favorable guys. I want him to die and bring me his left hand back."

Martin stared at the guy along the way. He wanted to find an opportunity to attack, but he never found a chance. The two damn guys - they are indeed dead now - have been guarding the guy with cold gray eyes until he was thrown into the North Wind Judgment Field, and from that moment on he was the sacrifice of the Lord of North Wind.

After the team was far away, Martin wanted to return several times, and killed the guy without knowing it, but the idiot Captain Yare ran to the end of the team and said that he would supervise everyone so that anyone could fall behind and eventually became the sacrifice of the Lord of North Wind. These are all nonsense! Martin knew that the hypocritical guy was very clear about Master Fitwen. He might have known my plan for a long time, and he was hindering me.

In any case, the team gradually distanced themselves from the two men, so far that Martin didn't dare to look back. Perhaps after he went back to kill them, the sky would completely darken, and then he might be lost in the dark snowfield and would die.

So Martin began to plan what to do next. Maybe they could come over, Martin thought, maybe they could cross the snow field, and Martin had already walked that road, not as bad as expected - at least they could finish it, and they might be able to come over. Martin thought about riding along the road before dawn the next day, and if they appeared within sight, they would go up and kill them...

It was originally planned like this, but Martin thought, but ended up breaking into a nightmare, a barbaric, evil and bloody nightmare.

When the sky was dark, the snow stopped. Martin couldn't tell whether it was dawn because the snow stopped, or because it was dawn. Fortunately, the snow stopped.

He stood up tiredly from the horse's back, and the soreness in his body made every movement very difficult. Finally, he saw clearly in the distance. He had arrived at the edge of the snow pit. The endless snow field stretched out under his feet. Martin saw two small black dots moving in his direction.

They actually came, Martin thought, just like his own plan, came here before dawn and killed them. But everything was different, Martin thought, I still wanted to kill them, but not for gold - at least not all, they might have food on them, and Martin saw the boy who was in charge of managing the supplies stuffed a piece of pastrami into the nun's bag. They might not have finished eating, and food was indispensable if they planned to go back from here. Martin needed food on them.

I have iron swords and armor. They are just a weak man in shackles and a nun who only knows how to pray all day long... When I think of the nun, Martin thinks of Master Fitwen and the daughter of the Death torture. He suddenly shuddered. In any case, that was after death. I need to live now, maybe I can get half a bag of gold, and my rest of my life will be happy...

While thinking, Martin turned his horse's head and wanted to find a way to the snow pit...

But when he turned his head, he screamed in silence.
Chapter completed!