Anthony only felt cold, and even lowered the real index to the lowest point, he could not resist the cold wind like a knife. The lanterns hanging on the cane raised in the high hands were also swaying in the wind and snow. The fire was flashing in the lanterns, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, as if they would go out at any time. He had been to the North before, but had never been to the winter. "It was simply a matter of seeking death when coming to the North in winter," he said to himself. But this time he came to the North in winter, and another thing happened.

The so-called "Lengshi Town Surprise Attack" report was soon announced on the player forum and was published by the vice president of Cangyue Wolf. "We failed this surprise attack," he wrote at the beginning, "Yuehei, who suffered heavy losses and one of the main planners, disappeared." Then someone from Bai Rose replied to "Yuehei has been killed by us". The report was stinky and long, and Anthony was never interested in this PVP-like post, but this time he went to see this post to confirm something.

Before clicking on the post "Lengshi Town Raid Battle", he saw another post, "The Mad Dog is coming to the North!" This is no different for Anthony, the Mad Dog who has been struggling in non-safe areas for many years. Anthony has always walked around the southeast plains and forests where the legendary PVP mad Dog "mad Dog" appears. But he has never heard of a mad dog leaving his territory - the reason why he is called a "dog" is because of his weirdness.

A strange sense of territory - not to mention the northern border, so Anthony clicked on this post to check the details and found that this was a post from a player who was attacked in the white hills outside the Black Widow Castle. There were other players under the post saying that they had encountered it, some died and some were injured. Then Anthony saw a comment, "The mad dog was probably coming to find the fast one mentioned by Vice President Cangyue Wolf.                                                                                                                                                                                                          �

So Anthony clicked on the battle report for "Lengshi Town Raid Battle". "I encountered a player who can use fast                                                                                                                 

Based on the previous and the last, Anthony was sure that this was a trick of killing people by "Cangyue Wolf". They already knew that the man was not a mad dog, but they said it so that the real mad dog could come out to find his "impostor". And it seemed that their plan was successful.

Anthony exhaled a breath of white breath. They - Anthony and the red-haired Lianda - had been out of Lengshi Town for a while. After hearing Lianda's information, Anthony confirmed that the group of people heading towards the snowfield were Olaf and the others. Anthony and they were old acquaintances, and knew that they were inseparable from four-person groups, but in Lianda's narrative, there were only four of them.

Intuition told Anthony that they had some trouble. So Anthony immediately bought a horse, some dry food, fuel and torches in Lengshi Town, and chased them. Lianda had to follow him no matter what.

If it were Anthony, the previous Maverick, he would have refused decisively, but this time he acquiesced. One reason was that the mad dog came to the North, although Anthony claimed to be a high-end player, he was actually not good at fighting; the other reason was that they had been attacked by snow bandits on the way from Black Widow Castle to Lengshi Town, and Lianda's performance was really impressive. With such a free thug next to him, Anthony felt a little relieved.

If I met the mad dog, I would leave them and run away. Anthony thought sinisterly.

But the road to the north is obviously not as easy as expected. After walking for a long time, the cold wind blew from the north. The wind and snow gradually became heavier and heavier. The dusk had passed and Anthony was unaware of it. He only knew that the sky gradually darkened, and the snow mixed in the wind turned from white to gray. The situation was a little bad. Anthony began to regret his impulse, but what worried him even more was Lianda, because this trip was probably in vain. If they didn't look back but went deep into the snow field, they might both be in danger.

After being prepared to be complained and blamed by Lianda, Anthony said in the team's voice, "Let's go back." It's been night and I don't know how long it's been. Now I can probably go back to Lengshi Town before noon. This trip has been wasted too much time. Anthony thought gloomyly, and when he meets the guys in the Alps, he asks them for losses!

"Let's go for a while."

Anthony suspected that he had heard something wrong, so he asked, "What?"

"I'll go for a while." Lianda's tone was not impatient at all. "If you follow the map, you will immediately walk out of the rabbit hunting plain and you will probably reach the edge of the deep snowfield."

What's the use of getting there? Anthony sighed. If those madmen didn't rush into the depths of the snowfield... Wait, Anthony suddenly remembered something. It seemed that two NPCs related to the "saint's abducted" were sent to the North Wind Trial Site deep in the snowfield. Did those guys go to save those two NPCs?

Because the wind and snow were too heavy, the two of them didn't say anything more afterwards. Their northern horses walked in the snow one after another. Their hooves were tied with snow boots made of dry vines, which allowed them to walk steadily on the snow. The lanterns swaying on their canes were the only source of light in this dark night.

I don’t know how long I walked, the north wind became colder and colder. Anthony felt his body trembling. Just as he was about to say, “Let’s go back”, Lianda’s words cheered him up, “There is a fire in the distance ahead.”

"Really or not?" Anthony stretched his neck and looked into the distance regardless of the cold north, but saw nothing but snow and darkness.

"Hmph," Lianda smiled proudly, as if she didn't care about the cold around her. "One of my stunts is 'Hawkeye'! It's amazing!"

"Awesome, awesome!" Anthony was amazed at her optimistic temperament that came from somewhere, "What did you see?"

"Three lanterns, but I'm not sure if there are only three people," Lianda's tone suddenly became calm and serious again. "It seems that they all have horses. Maybe it's snow robbers. I guess they haven't noticed us yet. Do we want us to destroy the lanterns and touch them?"

"Why do you touch it?" Anthony's eyes widened, but Lianda didn't see it. "The Snow Bandit is not that stupid as he rides a horse and holds a lantern on a snowy night. He should be the player, maybe the person we are looking for."

"Hehe, sorry, sorry, I'm sick in my occupation." Lianda scratched her head with a smile, "I used to be the responsible person as a scout when I was in the mercenary group."

"Let's go over. If it were them, our trip would not be in vain." Anthony's intention to go back was completely eliminated. Since the goal was ahead, what else would he have?

"Yes! Captain!" Lianda said with a smile, "But, Captain..."

"What?" Anthony was surprised.

"They seem to be being chased by something, and the lanterns are shaking constantly." Lianda's words made Anthony frown.

"Catch up?" Anthony looked into the distance, but still couldn't see any fire. What could chase them in such a dark night?

...

"Damn! Where did these things come out?!" Alps yelled in the voice of the team, holding the iron sword given to him by Joel in his hand, and his steel sword was thrown away when he crawled out of the ancient fortress. Joel looked at the darkness around him, and could see nothing, and the wind and snow covered most of the sounds, but something was indeed chasing them in the darkness, and occasionally saw their pale figures on the edge of the fire.

Those things followed as soon as they left the wardrobe, and the number was amazing.

"Light the torch!" Olaf shouted, and he raised one again, which would soon be extinguished in such a snowy wind, but could still provide a brief precious light of fire, "those things dare not approach the fire!"

"Mr. Contin!" Sister Simoken hugged Joel's waist tightly and buried her face in his cloak. She hugged her very hard, and Joel felt her trembling slightly. Of course she would be scared, because the mercenaries present also felt scared. Those things crawled in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to drag them down from the horse. It was not a simple thing like a beast, but a darker and more terrifying thing.

Joel also lit a torch again, "Don't be afraid..." He wanted to comfort Sister Simoken, who was sitting behind him, but when the torch in his hand was lit, the fire shone on one of those things: it was a pale and slender figure, which kept the human result. His limbs were as thin as insects, but his abdomen were very bloated. No matter how you look at it, they could barely see ribs on his thin chest, his head on his neck was gloomy and terrifying, but he still had noses and eyes, his mouth was full of sharp teeth like daggers, and there were slight thighs on his head. Joel was sure that they were humans, or they were humans.

They crawled on the snow in a strange posture, not fast, but they were able to catch up with the northern horses that helped them with snow boots. The wind and snow seemed to have no effect on them.

Before Joel lit the torch, he had not yet been able to lift it up, the thing suddenly rushed over from the darkness, jumping up like a long-legged spider. Joel was shocked by his terrifying figure. If it weren't for the sense of responsibility that the warmth felt on his back brought to him, he might have been torn off the horse by the thing. Joel waved the torch in his hand fiercely and smashed it into the face of the thing. The burning torch hit its face. He fell into the snow and Joel's horse also neighed in frightened. If Joel hadn't tightened the reins, he would have almost dropped the horse. Sister Simoken, who was holding Joel tightly, also screamed in horror.

"Protect them!" Olaf shouted, and he quickly tied the reins, turned his horse's head, and waved the torches to drive away the darkness. The Alps also tied the horse. He lit the two torches and threw them into the darkness. Some pale shadows fled from the fire in panic and entered the darkness.

"It's okay!" Joel shouted loudly to Sister Simoken. He could hear his panic. "No problem! They dare not come!"

Sister Simoken didn't say anything, Joel could only hear her low sobs and prayer. Olaf and the Alps came to both sides of the horse carrying Joel and Sister Simoken, and raised the torches, "Let's go! Don't stay here for more, the wind and snow are getting heavier! The torches can't last long!" Olaf shouted seriously.

The Alps lit a new torch and threw the one in his hand into the darkness. After a few seconds, the swaying fire was swallowed by the darkness. The three of them drove the panicked horse to run forward. The wind and snow were too strong that Joel was not sure whether their direction was correct, but at this moment he could only trust the two mercenaries beside him.

The northern horse continued to panic towards the darkness ahead. The torches were replaced one after another. The wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier. This was not where the flames should come. This was a world of white snow and cold wind. Just when Joel thought the darkness would continue forever, the Alps beside him suddenly shouted, "There are people in front!"

Joel looked forward and saw two shaking lanterns in the dark, like distant stars or dead fireflies. But as he approached, Joel saw that they were indeed two people.

"Anthony?!" Olaf recognized the man at a glance. Joel then saw a firm face with a simple smile in a faint flame. He was not tall or strong, but he gave people a very reliable feeling.

"Ha, it's really you!" The man named Anthony laughed, "I guessed it was you from the beginning!" He paused, "Where is the iron fist?"

"Have it." Olaf said in a low tone, "He helped us break the back and hang up."

"Stop talking nonsense! Run! The things behind are coming soon!" Alps shouted at him, and then he noticed the red-haired girl standing beside him. She was much shorter than Xiao Qiao, but her red hair was more conspicuous than Xiao Qiao's. Even in such darkness, the faint firelight could be seen clearly. Joel had a good impression of red hair, perhaps because he had been infected by northerners for many years in the north. Northerners believed that red hair symbolized warmth and good luck.

"Hello, you." Alps greeted awkwardly.

"Hello!" The girl was unexpectedly cheerful, and her voice was full of vitality. As expected, Joel thought.

"What are you chasing?" Anthony's expression also became serious, and his thick eyebrows frowned.

"I don't know," Olaf shook his head and said, turning to look at the darkness. "Since the ancient fortress came out, they have been following us. They seem to be afraid of light. They should light the torch and drive away the darkness. They dare not approach."

"Ancient Fortress?" Anthony frowned, "I haven't encountered this thing before!" He said, and touched his chin, "How many of these things are there?"

"Many." The red-haired girl next to Anthony looked at the darkness with a serious expression, "very many. They have surrounded us."

Everyone fell silent, and only Sister Simoken's low prayer and the sound of wind and snow were heard. There was only darkness around, but there were countless pale and deformed monsters lurking in the darkness. The light of the torch swayed and began to become weak again, "Damn!" Olaf cursed, "The torch is almost used up."

"I brought some torches," Anthony said, taking some out of his "backpack" and handing them over to several others, and handing Joel a new torch, "We have to break through quickly."

"These things will come and attack us," Joel said, and Anthony stared at him for a few seconds, as if he wanted to recognize his face. But in the end he just nodded.

"We'd better set up a formation," Olaf suggested immediately after Joel's words, "the people in the middle are responsible for raising the torches, and the people on both sides take weapons instead of torches."

"That must be very tight, so that you will move very slowly." Anthony thought for a moment, "But now there is no time, the torches are limited, and these things will follow us for a long time, so let's go immediately!" As he said that, he turned his horse's head, and the red-haired girl also turned his horse's head with him.

Alps turned sideways and handed the torch in his hand to Joel, "You'll be responsible for the torch." Joel didn't say much, but just took the torch. Olaf and Alps were behind the back hall. The two held shields and weapons, lanterns hung on the cane, and the cane was tied to the horse. Anthony and the red-haired girl were walking in front. Anthony was closer to Joel, and he held a long iron sword in his hand. Although the red-haired girl was very small, she dragged an iron spear and looked at the darkness with vigilance.

The four-man drives the northern horse that had just been able to breathe and break into the darkness again. Joel held up the torch and looked around with his nerves tightened. If the number of those things was really terrifying, they could rush up and tear them into pieces. Never disturb them. When Joel left the ancient whistle tower, he took many tar pots from the guards' supplies again, and maybe it could come in handy now.

The wind was getting heavier and the cold drove people to speed up their pace involuntarily. Joel could also feel the things in the darkness around him were restless, and everyone saw the pale figures that appeared and disappeared from time to time on the edge of the fire.

"If I guessed correctly, as long as I get out of the depths of the snow field, these things will not keep up." Anthony suddenly said, his voice looking a little small because of the wind and snow.

"That would be great." Alps looked alertly at the darkness behind the right, and the atmosphere began to become solemn.

"How did you draw the conclusion?" Olaf suddenly discussed it with him. Although he was still alert to the darkness behind the left, he seemed to want to relax the atmosphere a little, and people might make some wrong judgments when they are nervous.

"Now that the magic age has returned, a large number of legends have begun to revive. The legends about the ancient fortress are haunted and the ancient Vickweed Kingdom." Anthony said in a rigorous tone, a scholarly style. "The entire country of the ancient Vickweed Kingdom sank into the crater lake, but one of its fortresses survived, but later the entire fortress was also abandoned, and the people in the fortress seemed to disappear overnight."

"We all know this," Olaf said, "we have already been to that fortress, and now there is a Resurrection boss in it."

"Resurrection?" Anthony was surprised, "Fortunately, the version of 'Return of the Age of Magic' was not yet opened when I went there, otherwise I would have to explain it there." He paused, "The Resurrection is a godly enemy who is not blessed by any gods. It seems that there has been cursed there."

"Off topic!" said Alps, "You haven't said why you think these things will not follow us to the Rabbit Hunting Plain."

"Ha, it's so cold." Anthony exhaled a white breath and continued, "Although the people in the fortress disappeared, in fact, it was not only them who disappeared."

"What does it mean?" Olaf asked in confusion.

"A fortress must have supply villages or towns around it, but history and legends do not record their results." Anthony's words seemed to make the north wind even colder, "and did not say where their people went."
Chapter completed!