Parker gently swept away the dust and picked up a scale from below. It was in the shape of a shield, reflecting the luster of metal under the firelight. It was dark and heavy. He threw the scale away casually and looked up.
Dots of red spots in the center extend to the end of the torch light.
He extinguished the torch, and his short and fat body lay on the ground with some difficulty. He sniffed the dust with his nose. A dark red trail appeared in the darkness. Looking to both sides, countless dark red trails were emerging.
, it's like a stream of streams flowing into the sea.
Box, Fang Plover and Tenerik finally came up from behind. The second-year boy took out a crystal from under his coat. The crystal emitted a weak fluorescence, reflecting his frowning face, and asked: "Why?
Put out the torch?"
"Did you find anything?" Fang Yu asked.
Parker threw something over and dropped it on the ground. He used a crystal to look closer at the box and found that it was a black horseshoe. He couldn't help but ask: "What is this, your lucky thing?"
"Shut up, that's a horseshoe, that's all." Parker stood up and patted himself with his short hand: "I think you'd better come with me and take a look at this."
Before anyone could speak, he walked forward.
Fang Plover had rarely seen the Papalar people like this, but this was probably to defend the dignity of the 'King of Nightingales', he thought to himself, but he still followed them without stopping.
Box shook his head and followed closely. Behind the two of them, Tenerik remained silent, but Fang Plover could feel that the lizardman prince of Andersok was always tense, ready to fight against the invading enemy at any time.
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The three of them passed an intersection, turned a corner, and wanted to continue forward, but the Papalar stopped there, raised his head, and looked at the deep and empty wasteland ahead with his small dark eyes.
The underground wilderness.
At Fang Yu's signal, Box raised the crystal in his hand to make the light above brighter. The cool fluorescence illuminated a patch of gray gravel, like lunar soil, but it was covered with intertwined and messy symbols.
Those symbols, one after another, extended into the distance. They intersected with each other and converged into a scene of a marching army. Everyone couldn't help but quiet down. Box looked at this scene slightly shocked, and the light of the crystal in his hand unconsciously moved further towards the scene.
It stretches forward, and the symbol is boundless, as if there is no end.
"...What is this?" he asked in a voiceless voice.
Those tiny symbols are actually footprints, but they are so skinny that they look like a piece of skeleton staggering through this place. Just looking at the scene left behind, it is not difficult to imagine the spectacular scene at that time.
It's just that the splendor is a little intimidating.
Fang Plover bent down and picked up a piece of metal from the gravel. It was dark and somewhat rusty, like a leaf of scale armor. He raised his head, and there were still many traces of such a small object left behind in the mighty march.
Young man, at the end of his field of vision is a dagger, thrust diagonally into the sand.
"This is..." He was stunned for a moment before he found a matching object among those legendary terms: Salhorn's Trombone, Lowland Prowler, Cold Song in the Woods, Crow Whisperer and Homecoming Man.
.
I actually came across this thing.
Fang Plover felt like he had won the jackpot.
"...The deceased who returns home is the hunter of the ancient king."
The girl took a gentle breath, and the breath she exhaled turned into white frost in the cold air, blending into the light mist.
There was a faint light in her eyes, and she held the long sword tightly in her hand. She turned around and glanced at the others through her visor. Among the knights, a mountain girl was also among them. The two looked at each other for a moment.
"Looks like we hit the jackpot this time."
The Cavaliers shrugged. Although the enemy was strong, there was only one way for Silver Wisland to move forward; they only abided by one motto, which was the club's motto, 'Only by moving forward, can we win.'
But the enemy is really scary.
To the west of the ancient tower, when the severe winter comes in the Low Countries, everything is in silence. In Salhorn and many areas, there are some ancient legends about the cold forest; the most famous one is none other than the Lord of Crows.
There is actually a common myth behind the returning guest and the sound of the trumpet crossing the forest.
A cold-blooded hunter and his undead army, the slayer of the ancient kings.
According to legend, the first king of the ancient pagoda died under a glass of poisonous wine. The traitor cut off his head and let crows peck out his eyes. But after that, on a full moon night, people saw this ancient king.
Climb up from the cemetery and disappear into the cold forest.
After that, every coldest winter in Schalhorn, the ancient king would return with his undead army, hunting in the forest accompanied by winter trombones. Those who have the blood of betrayal flowing in their bodies,
No one can escape this ruthless hunting, and often people will only find a corpse that has been pecked blind by crows.
That is the story of the Lord of Crows.
People have seen it in the cold forest many times, and there is also the crow standing on its shoulder, which is as black as iron.
So every time the hunting horn sounds, it is the time for it to return to its hometown.
The selectors of Shalhorn once tried to prove the authenticity of this legend. The result was that the three largest guilds in the area were completely destroyed in the cold forest of winter, and had to submit to Corin-Ithurian and Luo.
Ta'ao's Super Competitive Alliance launched a request for help.
Silver Vislan also participated in that massive joint battle on behalf of the Chinese Division, so much so that even today, many elders in the guild still talk about that battle with relish.
'No one can really kill the ancient king in the cold forest when winter comes. Although we have defeated him time and time again, every full moon night, the undead army will resurrect under the long sound of the horn.
, it became more powerful every time, and finally even the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms had to temporarily withdraw from the cold forest...'
'It was a good hunt, and everyone was helpless. Among them, the Guta people suffered the greatest losses, and we were no better. But as soon as the harsh winter passed, the undead disappeared, and the next winter, only a few people were there.
I've seen traces of it in the cold forest...'
'After that, the Guta people stopped a lot, at least no one dared to enter the cold forest with great fanfare in winter.'
The old people could only describe the battle very little, but Sophie could also imagine the grand occasion that day. There were competition areas in three countries, eleven guilds, most of them were the best in the competition area at that time, including even the heyday era.
China competition area.
But there is still nothing that can be done against this ancient king.
How majestic is that?
It and its crow, a withered skeleton, were riding on a mount called 'Ghost Fire', hidden under the famous black cloak. A distant glance in the forest was enough to make eleven guilds come to their senses.
Thousands of chosen ones are holding back.
But Sophie never thought that one day she would actually face this respectable opponent in person. Although it was just a phantom. But she knew the ability of Toragotos. This old dragon passed through a shadow of the past.
Able to replicate some of its true form
This ancient king may not be as desperate as the battle in Hanlin, but he is still the most difficult enemy here.
She recalled her previous experience and naturally knew how terrifying the opponents on the sixth floor were.
The last time they met here was a faceless swordsman, and they almost wiped out the whole army. In the end, with a little luck, they were able to successfully enter the seventh floor. Compared with this ancient king, the former was just a sword here.
Just an ordinary lord.
Of course, this time both she and her teammates are much stronger than last time, which is where everyone's confidence lies.
"Would you like to change it?" someone asked.
Everyone naturally knows what the enemy is like. Although the silver Vislan symbolizes bravery and fearlessness, it does not necessarily mean that he will hit the iron plate head first.
"The sixth floor is too big. It will take a lot of time to find another one. If we continue like this, our lead will be overtaken by Jeffrite's people." Sophie shook her head and disagreed.
Everyone looked at her speechlessly, wondering where they got the lead. This young lady really felt good about herself.
But she was right. They had no advantage in the first place. If they were one step behind and were led by a little-known guild like the Jefflite Red Team to reach the thirteenth floor, where would they lose their dignity?
So everyone agreed to this choice by default.
Seeing that the others were a little nervous, Sophie smiled softly: "At least we are not the worst luck. Aren't there people still accompanying us?"
The knights couldn't help but let out a burst of low laughter, some gloating about their misfortune. They had heard Qian's news and came after Fang Plover and his party. If their luck was bad, the other party's luck would only be even worse.
"If someone joins forces, it will be easier for us to deal with this ancient king," Sophie continued to say to the others: "It is invincible in the cold forest, simply because they will resurrect and transform on the night of the full moon.
It needs to be more powerful, but here, we only need to kill it once."
Everyone nodded.
"But I think those people may not be able to provide us with much help," someone said: "They don't even have a guild, they are just some freely chosen people. How capable can they be?"
Sophie actually thought so in her heart, but she recalled the scene she had seen in the hall and felt a little unsure. The reason why she brought others here was to confirm this.
Are those people lucky enough to be traveling with Prince Teneric, or are there really something special about them? However, the people chosen by Tolagothos should probably still have something special about them?
She recalled the words of the lizardmen elders, and the fleeting silver crown on Fang Plover's forehead when they were in the hall.
These details made her a little suspicious.
"After all, they are the people chosen by Lord Toragotos," but she did not say it. She only reminded: "Besides, they arrived at this place with us, which more or less explains something."
"Don't forget that there are many people with outstanding talents among the free selectors, and not all those on the highest ladder are guild selectors."
Everyone listened to this, and felt a little disapproval. They thought that those who arrived at this place with them at most proved that they were all African compatriots, and the current results proved this.
However, most of the African compatriots had some sympathy for each other, and for a while these people had a much better impression of Fang Plover and the others.
Someone even made a joke: "Haha, Your Highness, but the last time you swore to say this, it seems that we all still remember the result!"
Sophie's face was a little confused when she heard this. She opened her eyes and said angrily: "That was just an accident."
"Your Highness, you have too many surprises."
"There are rumors outside that you are the princess with the darkest face in Silver Veslan."
"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.
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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.
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"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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