In the dead of winter, the night wind in the Land of Exile cuts people's skin like a knife.
However, the harder it gets in winter, the harder it is to find food.
Many large beasts have hibernated in caves, so the exiles can only fight with each other.
Hunting and eating meat, for the exiles, the greater significance of winter is whether they can survive until winter, but the cold is not the most fatal factor.
"Whoosh whoosh" In the barren yellow grass, a ghost wolf is crawling there.
Ghost wolves never hibernate.
They need to continue to hunt to maintain their strength.
This ghost wolf is a female wolf with a very fierce gaze and blood flowing from her teeth.
The mucus actually froze into an ice pick hanging from his chin, looking like the teeth of a saber-toothed tiger.
The ghost wolves in the Exiled Land are different from ordinary wolves.
Their fur is as tough as the ten-thousand-year-old spiritual beast dragon clan, and their sharp teeth can bite through a ten-centimetre-thick steel plate.
They are ferocious and brutal, and will definitely bite their opponents every time they hunt.
It won’t stop until it’s broken into pieces.
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 will become someone else's prey.
Therefore, she must succeed with one strike.
And now, her prey is coming, far away , a man in black carrying a ghost-headed scythe slowly walked over.
He was wearing a large windbreaker, and his face was buried in the hood of the cloak, making it impossible to see his true face.
"Ho ho" The ghost wolf finally couldn't bear it any longer and pounced on its prey from the weeds like lightning.
It seemed that as long as she bit her opponent's throat, the man in black would become her prey.
"brute" A ray of cold light shot out from the hood, and the man in black waved his arm lightly.
With a "pop" sound, the sickle turned into a sharp light and swept past.
The next moment, the ghost wolf's body had been split into two halves.
The cold wind blew by, and the hood of the man in black was blown up, revealing a middle-aged man's face full of hostility.
Although the meat of the ghost wolf is fishy, it is the best food in winter.
But the man in black did not pick up the body of the ghost wolf, but walked towards the distant mountains without looking back.
For him, the enemies hidden in the mountains were more important, and the mere wolf meat was also There is no way to attract king-level exiles Eric, a strong man who was exiled tens of thousands of years ago, used a blood-red sickle to kill three lord-level opponents, Lin Dong, Wang Fei, and Talin.
His outstanding military exploits also earned him the There are only a dozen or so kings in the entire Exiled Land.
Eric's current position naturally depends on strength, not luck.
But now, Eric learned that a strong man had appeared in his territory, a girl holding a steel sword.
No one knew her name.
They only knew that she had a pair of blood-red eyes and inexhaustible power.
She was also full of aggressive killing intent, and she had already killed many powerful leaders at the leader level, including General Tie.
"snort" When Eric thought of General Iron, he couldn't help but sneered.
People like General Iron were not worth mentioning to Eric.
In fact, as long as Eric wanted to kill General Iron, he could crush him to death with his fingers.
However, What shocked Eric was that the girl actually killed him a few days ago Luo Bo, the lord-level exile, had to know that Luo Bo's sword had the ability to kill more than a dozen leaders.
The person who could kill Luo Bo must not be simple.
Therefore, the people in the exile land sent this girl to Known as "Dark Moon Shura", every blood moon night is the time of killing for Dark Moon Shura.
"Time to Kill" Eric couldn't help but sneer.
Tonight will be the night when Dark Moon Shura feels killed.
The legends in the Exiled Land are so worthless.
Each legend can only last a few years or even a few months, and then it will disappear. will be terminated.
According to the level classification in the Exiled Land, from high to low: king, lord, leader, ranger, recruit, rookie.
Dark Moon Shura killed the lord-level Luo Bo and naturally replaced him as the new lord.
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Those There are stories about new lords every day in the dilapidated tavern.
Legend has it that Dark Moon Shura has naturally become their talking point.
People say that Dark Moon Shura has the most beautiful face and the most charming figure in the world, but she is also the cruelest hunter in the entire Exiled Land.
Anyone who is killed by Dark Moon No one Shura targeted could survive until the next day.
Eric didn't believe it, so he decided to use the Waning Moon Scythe in his hand to end the legend of Dark Moon Shura.
Because he was the king, he was qualified to end this legend, so Eric didn't even bring a servant, but came to this place alone.
In the Dark Rock Mountains that is divided into the territory of Dark Moon Shura.
She must die, this is already doomed.
A confident smile appeared on Eric's lips.
The blood-red waning moon hung in the sky, 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 about to freeze into ice.
In the Dark Rock Mountains, there is no one here, not even weeds, just cold and dark stones.
On one of the huge rocks, there is a beautiful girl sitting, with a bonfire swaying in the wind next to her.
A slender snow leg stretched out, lifting the coarse cloth on the outside of the thigh, and changing the dressing for the wound below.
She didn't know which of those medicines was the golden sore medicine, but she seemed to be able to determine it just by the instinct of smell, but in fact The wound had begun to heal, she was right.
"Ugh" The coarse cloth caused the wound to hurt.
She couldn't help but frown.
She endured the tremendous pain.
After applying the medicine again, she tore off a piece of cloth from the edge of the skirt and bandaged it again.
This coarse cloth skirt was Found in an abandoned house, it was originally a knee-length skirt, but in order to bandage the wound, it has now been turned into a miniskirt.
An absolute area of nearly thirty centimeters is exposed between the skirt and the black boots worn by the girl.
Suffocating.
After she re-bandaged the wound, she lay down on her back and took a short rest.
She picked up the water bottle on the side and took a sip.
Then she held a piece of dry bread and gnawed it.
Maybe it was not a bread but a compressed biscuit. , but she has no idea what this kind of food is called.
Suddenly, the girl raised her head, her beautiful eyes full of alertness.
Someone is coming, and he is a very strong person Unfortunately, her leg was scratched by the sword of that lord Luo Bo, which weakened her combat power by at least 20%.
However, in the land of exile, she had long learned the rules here.
There is never a way out, and she can never be weak, otherwise What will greet you is not only death, but you will also become food on someone else's plate.
This is an iron-blooded law that cannot tolerate the slightest tears or sympathy.
"when" Grabbing the long sword engraved with mysterious runes on the side, she jumped and disappeared from the huge rock.
In the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the vast black night, as if she had merged with the night.
"rustle" In the wind, a shadow came with the wind, adhering to the giant rock gently like a bat.
He looked up at the dark night, the endless darkness in the Dark Rock Mountains.
"Where have you gone?"
Eric snorted coldly, and the Waning Moon Scythe in his hand was glowing with blood.
He used his spiritual sense, felt it for a while, and couldn't help but smile secretly: "So here, you can run away as much as you want, but you will never run away.
Don’t let me chase you” "brush" His body shot away with lightning, and his speed was extremely fast, which was a bit unusual.
Even a god might not be able to fly that fast.
The surrounding scenery turned into a stream of light and quickly retreated.
Eric no longer relied on his eyes, but relied on his spiritual sense to chase and kill him.
Further ahead was a wild grassland.
There might be any danger hidden in the grassland one person deep.
After arriving here, Dark Moon Shura's aura suddenly disappeared completely, as if it didn't exist.
Then there are only two possibilities.
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One is that Dark Moon Shura hid her aura, and the other is that she has been killed, but Eric is confident that his perception will not be wrong.
Then there is only one possibility, Dark Moon Shura was killed.
But this is even more impossible.
How could a lord-level being be killed instantly?
At this moment, Eric actually felt a little confused.
"I don't care about you" Eric snorted coldly and waved the Waning Moon Scythe in his hand.
Suddenly, a blood-red flame spread like a fan.
The entire grassland turned into a sea of fire in the next moment, and the flames shot into the sky.
But at this moment, a cold breath suddenly appeared again, in the sky "Um" Eric swung his sickle into the air without thinking.
He felt a huge shock coming from his arms.
With a "dang" sound and fire flying everywhere, Eric was actually knocked back and his body fell to the ground.
A violent shock wave blew away all the flames within tens of meters, as if an invisible force field was formed.
In the air, a beautiful girl stood in the wind.
There was no emotion on her stunning face.
The sword in her hand was shining brightly, and she looked at Eric so lightly.
"Finally, Dark Moon Shura appeared."
Eric held the Waning Moon Scythe and looked at him with a normal smile.
"Your name."
The girl said calmly.
"Eric."
After he finished speaking, he touched his nose and added: "King."
And it was emphasized, as if to emphasize to the opponent.
The girl showed a smile and said: "I don't know what a king is, and I don't care.
Are you here to kill me?"
"That's right."
Eric smiled slightly and said: "I cannot tolerate the appearance of an unsubmissive lord on my territory."
"Then, let's fight" The long sword in the girl's hand was raised high, and she looked down at Eric without any fear.
It was as if a king was just a symbol in her eyes, and the rest represented nothing
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