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Barrett had seen avalanches before, in Nord, on Mount Annapur near his hometown.

Annapur is the highest peak in the Nord Kingdom and the second highest peak in the entire continent. In Nord, Annapur means "the place where the eagle's wings are broken".

There are many towns and villages at the foot of the mountain, and Barrett's hometown is one of them. A typical Nord-style town is full of stone houses, next to a river where mountains and snows converge. The population is not large or not, and the villagers are simple and hard-working.

Barrett remembers one summer when an earthquake hit his home town. In his impression, when he was young, he did not feel how strong the earthquake was. Barrett remembered that only a small number of buildings in the town collapsed at that time, and maybe one or two people were killed, but he didn't have much impression, which at least showed that the town's damage in the earthquake was not serious.

But then, there was a loud roaring sound from Annapur Peak in the distance of the town. The sound was low and surging, as if an ancient beast from the wild period had woken up from a long slumber, showing its power to the world. exist. The next moment, the thick snow on the peak rolled down with a turbulent momentum and a lot of frost mist, and its pouring direction was right near the town of his hometown.

The residents of the town were terrified, and Barrett heard countless people screaming and shouting in panic.

"My God, it's snow quicksand!" That was Nord's name for avalanches.

"Damn it, it's coming to town!" Everyone could see it.

"Go find a mage!" Unfortunately, there is no branch of the Magic Association in the town.

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Barrett saw a mother holding her child tightly in her arms, and the child in her arms was still giggling for unknown reasons; seeing a bald man clutching the top of his head in despair, seemingly forgetting the above and white. It was as smooth as a boiled egg; I also saw a woman slaughtering a chicken and then she was stunned, letting the hen with the throat slit run around, and the blood of the chicken splattered everywhere.

There are still many people who are crowded and want to escape the town, but even if they escape the town, they cannot escape the scope of the avalanche. More people are standing there, helplessly dazed.

Barrett remembered that his father paced out of the house very leisurely at that time, holding half a ripe tomato in his hand, and his mouth was full of juice.

"Don't worry, it won't come." Barrett remembered what his father said, "Annabul won't hurt the Nords." After the Nord royal guard who retired early said this confidently, He also wanted to touch Barrett's head with his dirty hands, but was avoided by the young man.

Later facts proved that my father was right. The avalanche stopped when it was still some distance from the town, and everyone had an "escape" expression, except for his father.

Barrett still remembers the expression on the man's face at the time, as if he was watching a trivial matter. He kept the remaining half of the tomato in his mouth, and sucked his juicy fingers, looking both calm and disgusting.

The tomato in my father's hand at that time was really red! Barrett thought suddenly, like blood in front of him!

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A touch of hot blood splashed on Barrett's face, and he kicked the wolf's head away with one foot, and the "Beauty of Fire" crossed an arc, forcing back the several winter wolves that were swarming around him.

The battle has heated up.

This statement is actually not accurate. Although the battle was fierce, it was not fiery, and the temperature of the surrounding air became abnormally low under the influence of the breath attack. For the winter species, this temperature is just right, but for Barrett, even with the protection of Old Will's magic, he still feels quite cold.

The light blue cone-shaped freezing air was spewed out by the beasts one after another. The narrow defensive circle of the three did not give Barrit much room to move, so he could only choose to use his body to resist.

Fortunately, Old Will kept blessing him with the magical shield that could protect against freezing air, which prevented him from being frozen into an ice sculpture. And Old Will also seems to have very few attack spells because he has to protect him and the half-elves frequently.

After this adventure, I should choose some defensive magic accessories, Barrett thought about it in his busy schedule, if he could afford it...

"Be careful of what's behind you!" Barbarian heard the half-elf beside him shouting loudly.

The barbarian turned his head to look and found a winter wolf leaping in the air. It jumped very high, passed the half-elf, and went straight to itself. Suddenly, Barrett had no time to do the rest, so he could only hold his sword in both hands and stab Dong Dong in the right eye.

He aimed very accurately, and the sharp sword entered in response, and the huge body of the winter wolf lost its vitality in an instant. The corpse slammed into Barrett by inertia, and was avoided by him sideways.

The sixth, Barrett counted in his heart, and it was a perfect fur.

He didn't know what the half-elf Estelle's record was, and it was estimated that it should be similar to his own. The attacks of the half-elf double swords are continuous, but they are too fancy, and there is rarely a time when a single blow is fatal. Although the winter wolf he attacked was severely injured, they were still able to move. Unlike himself, being attacked by "Fire Beauty", the Winter Wolf hardly survived.

Barrett was quite satisfied with his performance. The attack was simple and direct. While inflicting maximum damage, he did not waste too much stamina.

But before the barbarian's complacentness lasted half a heartbeat, he felt several winter wolves attacking his body. But before he could react, a huge shadow blocked all those attacks.

That is the tower shield of the ogre, which has saved Barret several times. A well-armed ogre needs no extra protection, neither sharp teeth nor freezing air can harm it. Although Moglock's attack efficiency is not high (for the nimble Winter Wolf, the lethal but slow warhammer is very easy to dodge), but it can be like a fortress, providing enough for Barit and half-elves. Protect.

At the moment when the tower shield was raised, two pairs of scarlet beast eyes bloomed. Barrett used Fire Beauty to push back one of them, and met the other with the oak shield in his right hand.

The winter wolf frantically bit the oak shield on Barrit's right hand, as if it were part of the barbarian's body. After the oak shield wrapped in thin iron was attacked many times, it finally shattered under the sharp teeth of the winter wolf. The iron piece cut the winter wolf's mouth, but it didn't realize it, and it was intent on tasting the taste of Barrett's flesh.

The barbarian hurriedly pulled his right hand out of the wolf's kiss, but a long wound was cut by the sharp wolf teeth. The wound is not deep, but the blood is pouring out, making the attacker even more crazy. Fortunately, a flaming arrow in the sky turned this winter wolf, who was almost on the verge of success, into a torch.

Barrett kicked the burning "torch" into the wolves, and took advantage of the gap between the wolves to avoid the torch, and took a breath in time.

He asked the person above his head, "Hey, I said, is there still that kind of fireball? It's the kind that explodes."

"It will take a while." Old Will's voice came from above, his tone was still relaxed, "Evocation spells are not my forte, low-level spells are fine, but if I cast evocation spells of the same level as mine When the time comes, the time for the soul to tremble will be a little longer."

Plastic energy system? Soul tremors? Barrett actually didn't quite understand what those words were used for, but that didn't stop him from understanding the meaning of Old Will's words, which was the first sentence in it—it would take a while.

Nearly 20 "hunters" have been killed by "prey". Barrett does not know how much losses the wolves can bear. If winter wolves are more intelligent than domestic dogs, they should retreat. Undead in general.

That alpha wolf must have gone mad, thought Barrett, just like the fifth king of Nord, Larsen II.

The mad king of Larsen II actually remembered that he would fight against the Magic Association. He even made a deal with a certain god, of course, the devil, in order to gain enough power to fight against mages.

It's a pity that the **** or the devil deceived him. Although Larsen II is outstanding in martial arts, he has nothing else extraordinary. He was not followed by anyone except a few Nord royal guards who were loyal to the king at all times. Later, Larsen II was chopped off by his nephew with a Nord double-edged battle axe, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com ended his somewhat absurd life.

Someone should also chop up the head of the wolf. Barrett is happy to do this, provided that the distance between the two sides is not so great and the winter wolves still numerous.

Wait, maybe someone has already done this. The barbarian suddenly found that the dwarf Mapra had never appeared once from the beginning of the battle until now. He didn't believe that the other party had escaped, which was unlikely. Apart from the trust in the 'Dirty Novel' team itself, in the foggy forest at night, running around in an unknown direction is not a good choice.

So, where can an assassin or thief who is not good at frontal group battles go with the power of shadows?

Coincidentally, as soon as Barrett thought of this, there was a tragic howl from the darkness in the distance. The voice was not only painful, but also seemed to be mixed with anger and unwillingness.

After howling, the wolves began to panic. They stopped from the continuous attack, stopped in place, and looked in one direction at the same time. Without any hesitation, Barrett took the opportunity to rush out of the "fortress" and stabbed the belly of the nearest winter wolf with the weapon in his hand.

The winter wolf whimpered and turned his head to bite. The barbarian took a step sideways and used his weapon to cut a huge gap in the winter wolf's body. Hot blood mixed with internal organs flowed all over the place, and the winter wolf fell down.

The barbarian put the sizzling weapon in front of his chest on alert, but the other winter wolves did not attack him, but howled in response to each other. After this, the wolves began to retreat like a tide, disappearing into the darkness and mist, as suddenly as they appeared.

Just in time, thought Barrett. I hope I can get a good night's sleep after warming up, I hope.

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