In the winter, the wind at night in the exile cuts human skin like a knife. However, the more winter it is, the harder it is to find food. Many large beasts have hibernated in the cave. Therefore, the exiles can only interact with each other. Hunting, taking meat and eating, for the exiles, the greater significance of Winter is whether they can live until winter, but cold is not the most deadly factor.
"Huh... Huh..."
In the deserted pale yellow grass, a ghost wolf crawls there. The ghost wolf never hibernates. They need to keep hunting to maintain their physical strength. This ghost wolf is a female wolf with very fierce eyes and flowing from her teeth. The mucus actually froze into a cone of ice hanging on the chin, looking like the teeth of a saber-toothed tiger.
The ghost wolves in the exile are different from ordinary wolves. Their fur is as tough as the dragon clan, and their sharp teeth can bite through ten centimeters of steel plates. They are ferocious and brutal, and they will inevitably bite their opponents every time they hunt. It won't stop until it's broken.
This female wolf has not hunted any food for three consecutive days. If she does not eat anymore, she will not be able to maintain her strength and become someone else’s prey. So she must succeed in one blow. Now, her prey is coming, far away. , A man in black with a ghost sickle came slowly. He was wearing a wide windbreaker and his face was buried in the hood of the cloak, making it impossible to see his true face.
"Roar..."
The ghost wolf finally couldn't help it, and rushed from the weeds to its prey like lightning. It seemed that as long as she bit her opponent's throat, the man in black would become her prey.
"Beast..."
A cold light shot out from the hood, and the man in black's arm just flicked lightly, and with a "pop", the sickle turned into a sharp light and swept across. In the next moment, the ghost wolf's body was already turned into two halves. The cold wind blew by, and the man in black's hood was blown up, revealing a hostile middle-aged face.
Although the meat of ghost wolf is fishy, it is the best food in winter.
But the man in black did not pick up the ghost wolf's corpse. Instead, he walked towards the distant mountains without looking back. To him, the hidden enemies in the mountains are more important. Moreover, the wolf meat in a small area is also more important. It is impossible to attract the exiles of the king class at all.
Eric, a strong man who was exiled tens of thousands of years ago, with a blood-red sickle, killed the lord-level opponents Lin Dong, Wang Fei, and Talin successively, and his outstanding military exploits also allowed him to obtain The title of the king of the Exiled Land, there are only more than a dozen kings in the entire Exiled Land, and Eric's ability to win his current position naturally depends on the strength, not a fluke.
But now, Eric learned that a strong man appeared in his territory, a girl holding a steel sword. No one knew her name, only that she had a pair of blood red eyes and inexhaustible power. There is also an aggressive killing intent. She has already killed many powerful leaders, including General Tie.
"Humph… "
Eric couldn’t help but sneer when he thought of General Iron. General Iron is not worth mentioning to Eric. Even if Eric wanted to kill General Iron, he could be crushed to death with his fingers. However, What makes Eric very shocked is that the girl actually killed the lord-level exile a few days ago, Luo Bo, you know that Luo Bo’s sword has the ability to kill more than a dozen leaders. Luo Bo's people must not be simple. Therefore, the people in the Land of Exile referred to this girl as "Dark Moon Shura." Every blood moon night was the time for Dark Moon Shura to kill.
"The time of killing."
Eric couldn’t help but sneered. Tonight, it will be the night when Dark Moon Shura feels the slaughter. The legends in the exile are so worthless. Each legend can only last for a few years or even months. Will be terminated.
According to the rank classification in the exile, from high to low, they are: king, lord, leader, cruiser, recruit, rookie, Darkmoon Shura killed the lord-level strength Luo Bo, and naturally replaced him as the new lord, those Every day in the dilapidated tavern, there are legends about the new lord. This Dark Moon Shura has naturally become their talk. People say that Dark Moon Shura has the most beautiful face and the most charming figure in the world, but she is also exiled. The cruelest hunter in the field, none of those who were targeted by Dark Moon Shura could survive to the next day.
Eric didn’t believe him. He decided to end the legend of Dark Moon Shura with the waning moon sickle in his hand. Because he was a king and was qualified to end this legend, Eric didn’t even bring a servant, just came here alone. In the dark rock mountain range that is divided into the territory of Dark Moon Shura.
She must die, this is a doomed thing.
A confident smile flew from the corner of Eric's mouth.
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The blood-red waning moon hung on the horizon, as if it were fake, but the cold moonlight seemed to make the place of exile even colder, as if everything on the earth was condensing into ice, among the dark rock mountains, there was no one here, even weeds. No, some are just icy and dark stones. On one of the huge rocks, a beautiful girl sits, beside a pile of campfires swaying in the wind, she stretched out a slender snowy leg and lifted the outside of her thigh. Coarse cloth, changing the dressing for the wound below. She didn't know which of the medicines was a golden sore medicine, but she seemed to be able to determine it only by the instinct of smell. In fact, the wound had begun to heal, and she didn't guess wrong.
"Woo..."
The wound was painful because of the coarse cloth. She couldn’t help but frowned and endured great pain. After reapplying the medicine, she tore off a piece of cloth on the edge of the skirt corner and re-wrapped it up. This coarse cloth skirt is I found it in a deserted house. It was originally a knee-length skirt, but to bandage the wound, it has now become a miniskirt. Between the skirt and the black boots worn by the girl, there is an absolute field of nearly 30 centimeters. Suffocating.
After she bandaged the wound again, she lay down on her back for a while, took a sip from the jug on the side, and then gnawed a piece of dry dough. Maybe it was not a dough, but a compressed biscuits. , But she didn't know what this kind of food was called.
Suddenly, the girl raised her head, her beautiful eyes full of alertness.
Someone came, and he was a very tough person.
It's a pity that the leg was scratched by that lord Luobo's war knife, which weakened her combat power by at least 20%, but in the place of exile, she had learned the rules here, and there was never a way out, and she could never be weak, otherwise It's not just death that greets you, you will also become food on other people's plates. This is the law of iron and blood, and will not tolerate the slightest tears and sympathy.
"when."
Grabbing the long sword engraved with mysterious runes on the side, she disappeared from the huge rock with a leap, and disappeared into the dark night in a blink of an eye, as if she had merged with the night.
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"Shasha..."
In the wind, a shadow came with the wind, and it was lightly attached to the huge rock like a bat. He looked up at the dark night, the endless darkness in the Dark Rock Mountain Range.
"Where did you go."
Eric snorted coldly, the waning moon sickle in his hand was glowing with a faint blood. He brought up his spiritual sense, felt it a little, and couldn't help but smiled secretly: "So here, run away as much as you want, but you will always escape. I won't be chasing after me."
"brush."
The figure shot away, his speed was extremely fast, a bit unusually fast, even a god might not have such a fast flying speed.
The surrounding sceneries turned into streamers and retreated quickly. Eric no longer relied on his eyes, but on his spiritual sense to chase him down. It is convenient for him to move forward to a wild grassland. There may be any crisis hidden in the deep grassland. After arriving here, the aura of Dark Moon Shura suddenly disappeared completely, as if it didn't exist.
Then there are only two possibilities, one is that Dark Moon Shura has hidden her breath, and the other is that she has been killed, but Eric is confident that her perception will not go wrong, then there is only one possibility, Dark Moon Shura has been killed.
But this is even more impossible, how could a lord-level existence be killed instantly.
At this moment, Eric felt a little confused.
"I care so much about you."
Eric snorted coldly, and suddenly waved the waning moon sickle in his hand, and suddenly a blood-red flame spread like a fan, and the entire wild grassland turned into a sea of fire in the next moment, and the flames rose into the sky.
But at this moment, a cold breath suddenly appeared again in the sky.
"Ok."
Eric waved his sickle into the air without thinking about it. He only felt a huge shock from his arms. When the fire was splashed, Eric was actually shaken back, and his body fell to the ground. With a violent shock wave, the flames within tens of meters were blown away, as if an invisible force field was formed.
In the air, the beautiful girl stood in the wind, without a trace of emotion on her stunning face, the long sword in her hand was shining brightly, she looked at Eric so faintly.
"Finally willing to show up, Dark Moon Shura." Eric carried the waning moon sickle, and looked at him with an okay smile.
"Your name." The girl said lightly.
"Eric." After he finished speaking, he touched his nose and added another sentence: "The King."
And the accent is used, as if to emphasize to the opponent.
The girl showed a smile and said, "I don't know what the king is, and I don't care. Are you here to kill me?"
"Yes."
Eric smiled slightly: "I can't tolerate an unsubmissive lord on my territory."
"Then fight."
The long sword in the girl's hand was raised high, looking at Eric condescendingly, without any fear.
As if a king was just a symbol in her eyes, the rest did not represent the same.