reincarnation stone spirit

There was a sudden roar in the mountains buried in deep snow, and a faint shock wave gently swept through, knocking off a piece of snow from the tree crown, and the frozen snow hit heavily among a group of people under the tree.

"Hey!!"]

An unlucky young hunter was hit in the head, and he suddenly let out a cry.The young hunter hurriedly patted the snow off his head and kept complaining: "What bad luck! I told you that you shouldn't come here!"

"Don't go back on your word, we paid."

Hearing the young hunter's complaints, a cold swordsman wearing heavy armor couldn't help but remind him.

"I would have regretted it if I could have, okay? If it weren't for the village chief's request, I would have brought you here? I really don't know what you adventurers think, you always like to find some giant dragons and monsters to die... ..." The young hunter said as he glanced at the people around him.

——A swordsman who looks like he has two brushes, a calm bald monk, a wild mage hidden under a gray robe, a healer with an obviously insufficient amount of "milk", and a dog, a yellow and ugly native dog. .

To be honest, the young hunter didn't think these people could deal with Punk, the Lord of the Snowfield, the monster among monsters.

Thinking of this, the young hunter glanced at the mysterious mage in the team.The hunter's intuition told him that this man was the strongest among these adventurers.However, he does not wear a mage qualification certificate on his chest, which shows that he is a wild mage who has not received formal education. How strong can a wild man like this who has become a monk halfway be?

The young hunter sighed and continued: "I also agreed that I will take you to the top of the mountain and I will leave."

"Okay, coward." The healer in the team hummed nonchalantly, his tone full of sarcasm.

Although the other person was a head shorter than him, the hunter did not dare to reply.Just look at the all-metal cross stick in her hand that is as tall as a person. It weighs at least several hundred kilograms and would make a big hole if dropped.But the girl was spinning it back and forth in her small white hands like a small stick, which made the hunter's scalp numb, fearing that the hunter would accidentally let go of her hand and throw him to death with a stick.

Seeing the hunter hiding aside submissively, the healer curled his lips in boredom and stopped talking. He just turned the cross stick in his hand faster.

Silently all the way, the hunter led the group of adventurers to the foot of the mountain where Punk lived. As soon as they approached, everyone felt something abnormal. There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, and from time to time, they could feel the earth shaking.

"Ow-!!!"

The sudden roar frightened the hunter's courage. He shrank his neck and said to the others: "The Lord of the Snowfield is angry! Let's run! Before it's too late..."

"Your mission is completed, just leave." The swordsman in heavy armor didn't even bother to look at him. He just looked into the depths of the mountain and said coldly. As a man, he was a little ashamed of the hunter's timidity.

"Then I'm leaving." After saying that, the hunter turned around and left, but after walking out for more than ten meters, he stopped, turned his head and shouted to several adventurers: "I'm really leaving!"

The little healer frowned, held the cross staff and swung it forward, and saw a boom of white light exploding at the hunter's feet like thunder: "Grudge, get out of here!"

However, as soon as the healer finished speaking, the young hunter had already run away, and his lean figure disappeared into the snow forest. It seemed that he was frightened by the magic just now.

"Let's go."

The speaker was the mysterious wild mage. He took off his thick hood to reveal a pale and withered face. His empty eyes were filled with thick black circles. There was no trace of the vitality of a living person. He looked like a zombie. Some people believe it.No wonder he wore a thick hood, if ordinary people wouldn't be scared to death if they saw him.

Everyone nodded and then headed towards the mountain, led by the heavy-armored swordsman. The closer they got to Punk's residence, the more powerful they could feel the pressure. They didn't encounter a single beast on their way here. , must have been scared away by this terrifying pressure.

But this group of people was very excited: "I have a hunch that this time it will definitely be our goal!"

I saw the monk in the team taking out a crystal pendant. He put the pendant on his sleeve. Through the faint darkness, everyone saw that the prismatic blue crystal gave off a faint fluorescence.

"Sure enough, the fragments of the artifact are nearby!" the healer shouted excitedly, and the group's faces were more or less relieved. You must know that this is an artifact, and even if it is just a fragment, its value is immeasurable.

"Don't be too happy too early. We still have a big problem to solve." The pale mage said coldly: "If the artifact fragments are really on the monster called Punk, God knows how strengthened the monster is. Yes. Judging from the current information, the monster’s hunting level is at least B or above and has a high probability of reaching A.”

"Is this the limit of human rivalry..." the swordsman murmured with a thoughtful look on his face.

boom!

A sudden loud noise interrupted everyone's thinking. After a brief panic, the pale mage immediately took out a short staff from his arms and cast a spell to hide everyone's figures...

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