The cold wind is like a knife, and the cold frost is like a sword.

Flying white snowflakes were like catkins flying over the earth. In the desolate plains, a carriage crushed the ice and snow on the ground in the middle of many guards slowly drove in.

In the warm carriage, Winnie lazily stretched her waist and arms, couldn't help but yawn, pulled the plush coat wrapped around her body, and reached out to the warm little stove in front of her, and glanced at the person opposite the carriage as if casually glanced at the person opposite the carriage.

This is a woman, a pretty girl with a beautiful and weak appearance.

At this time, the girl was leaning against the small window of the carriage, resting with her eyes closed. Her long and narrow eyelashes would suddenly shake slightly, as if she was in a bad trouble in her dream and was slightly panicked and uneasy.

Winnie shook her head and sighed secretly, her eyes gradually moved from the other person to a brand new glass window. Looking at the floating edelves, her mind also rippled into the distance.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped urgently, and the girl who was resting suddenly woke up. The huge inertia made her body tilt forward. At this time, a pair of tender hands pressed on her shoulders in an instant, stabilizing her embarrassing body.

"Thanks."

Looking at the girl who was supporting her in front of her, Selala shyly thanked her and quickly sat back.

"Oden! What happened before? Why did the carriage stop urgently?"

Winnie ignored Serra's thanks, but immediately reached out and pulled open the window and poked out her little head and asked loudly.

"I'm really sorry for you, but there are another group of robbers who are not eyebrowed in front of you." Odenzer came to the window of the carriage and said ashamed. "I have asked Dele to take people to deal with them. We can get back on the road in a while."

"Is that?" Winnie sighed and said, "You said, how many times have we encountered bandits along the way?"

"It must be the fifth time." Oden said embarrassedly in a daze.

"The fifth time?! Haha... I've really had enough of such days." Winnie smiled bitterly and sighed: "How far are we still from Viscount Morrown's territory now? I think the order of security there will be at least not as chaotic as the territory of Count Heather and Viscount Duda today."

Oden looked up at the dark sky with snowflakes falling and said, "Based on the time now, maybe two days left to reach Bredenburg under Viscount Morrown, provided we will not encounter the severe weather of a blizzard."

"Two days? It seems we still need to endure for a while. Oden, I'll give you my hard work on the next guard." Winnie said.

"This is my duty and honor." Oden stretched out his hand and clenched his fist and lowered his head.

"Um."

Pulling up the small window of the carriage, the fierce fighting sounds of fighting and shouting came into his ears. Winnie took out a book from under the seat of the carriage with a calm expression, and seemed to be unaware of the influence of the outside world and began to read it. This was not the first time she had experienced this situation. The strong adaptability of humans always makes them feel accustomed to and numb to some things.

The same was true for Serrara, who sat opposite Winnie. Although she had very little communication with Winnie along the way, the woman's natural intuition even made her feel a faint hostility emitted by Winnie. She might have guessed the reason for this hostility, but she was not sure whether her guess was correct, and keeping silent was her best choice now.

Many times, she is like an irrelevant outsider and is basically unable to participate in the communication between the mercenary group personnel and Winnie. She can only listen carefully to the content of their conversation as a bystander to understand the current situation.

The consequences of the war between Count Heather and his uncle Viscount Frant were too tragic. No one would have thought that the war would eventually die three famous noble lords. After Count Heather's only heir, Overled, was mysteriously killed, the entire territory suddenly fell into chaos, not to mention the turmoil and disorder of the security in Viscount Duda's territory.

Robbers and bandits are rampant, and the soldiers are defeated and the towns are chaotic. Sometimes, ** is indeed more than natural disasters.

Fortunately, the members of the mercenary group guarding them are all powerful warriors. They can easily defeat the other party whenever they encounter invading robbers. However, there will inevitably be casualties in battle. Without the assistance of Winnie, the mercenary group guarding them will probably find it difficult to maintain the original number of people.

Serrara didn't understand why these mercenary groups whose strength was comparable to regular elite sergeants tried their best to protect them. Is it really just because of the responsibilities under the employment contract? Perhaps, the real reason might be from that man.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but think about that man.

There is no question about the relationship he likes. He and her are just a mutually beneficial relationship. If she wants to fulfill her wish, then she must need his strength. Therefore, he cannot die. If he dies, who can help him? And her only sustenance was also in the hands of that man. Now, she has no way out.

When will they meet again?

News about the other party, whether it was Winnie or the members of the mercenary group, kept silent, as if the other party's name suddenly became a taboo, and the reason was unknown.

...

In a long and deep dream.

Grey sky, grey plains, grey world.

Xia Lan stood on the barren land, staring blankly at the two human-shaped black fog not far away in front of her.

He seemed to hear evil laughter, desperate cry, painful screams... all kinds of negative emotions kept echoing in his head.

He opened his mouth, as if he was trying to say something, but strangely, he couldn't make any sound.

He touched his throat, as if he felt something was wrong with his vocal cords, and as if he felt his throat was blocked. The black fog opposite suddenly burst into laughter when he saw this.

Where is this? Where am I? Who are the "they"?

Staring at the two balls of black mist, Xia Lan reached out and touched her waist, but her hands were gone, and the familiar hilt of the sword in her impression did not appear and held it in her hand.

Void Ring!

Hum? Feeling the emptiness of the fingers, I glanced at the fingers wearing the virtual ring, and suddenly realized that the virtual ring was gone?

A black fog opposite once again sarcastically sarcastically. Suddenly, the human-shaped black fog rolled, and a person with a height that was no different from Xia Lan stood in front of him.

And in his hand, he was exactly holding the "Liefeng" he was most familiar with.

He walked slowly towards him, his face full of evil intentions and murderous aura.

Xia Lan wanted to retreat, but his body seemed to be fixed and unable to move at all.

"This is not the place you should come, go back! Waste!"

"Xia Lan" opposite said with a sneer.
Chapter completed!