The sound of friction that made the scalp numb and numb under the thick snow came from under the thick snow, as if something with hair was rubbing against a person's ears.

There were not many scorpion rats coming over at the beginning - Carlos' sword pierced on the ground, and there was still the blood of the scorpion that was not dry. The body was thrown to the ground, and several 4-level scorpion rats with heads and tails were immediately shocked by the blood of the same kind.

Carlos did not hide his talent for light, which would make the lowly Difu feel innately incompatible fear.

They lurked under the thick snow, ten meters away from these hunters, often as if they couldn't wait to come out to investigate, and showed a head, causing people to see the gray flashing on the snow, and then they would drill back into a vast white area. If it weren't for the fishy smell of the corpse not far away, and the long needle on its tail with ominous blue light flashing in the sun, they would almost look like a wintering groundhog.

"Let's go, leave here as soon as possible, I'll break the back." Carlos turned his back to them, holding the sword with his hands in his hands, "The scorpion is a group."

Louis glanced at Aldo.

Aldo didn't raise his eyelids, and said in a slightly quick tone: "Don't be slow, move quickly."

Jinzhang and others were like well-trained soldiers, evacuating quickly without saying a word and walking up the mountain. The ice and snow did not affect their speed at all. In less than ten minutes, when Gal turned around, he found that Carlos's location seemed to be at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, Aldo suddenly stopped and pulled an arrow from behind.

When the arrow was taken out of the package, Evan, who was standing next to him, almost covered his eyes with his hands - it was too bright, unlike the fire feather arrow in the temple that could draw a golden light in the air. It was longer and larger, and the arrow was coated with a layer of extremely bright golden light, and people nearby could feel the scorching breath on the arrow.

Aldo put the burning arrow on the strings, slowly raised the half-person-high bow, and whispered: "Look carefully, how the real ranged attack cooperates."

Looking down from a high place, the snow around Carlos almost churned, layer by layer was filled with scorpion and rats, densely packed, and grey waves were rolled up on the snow-white snow. There were thousands of fine needles on their tails gathered together, reflecting the snow in a dark orchid.

The long-haired man was surrounded in the middle, as if he was submerged in the ocean of scorpion rats.

Suddenly, everyone understood what Carlos's saying "group" means.

This is the world outside the barrier, which belongs to the devil, darkness and endless winter.

Gal's pupils shrank and he turned around suddenly: "I want to go back..."

But before he could land, Aldo's first arrow was released.

The sound of the arrow was like a strange bird. When it was released into the sky, huge flames burst out, illuminating the entire gloomy and pale sky. The sound of shaving through the air echoed in the valley of Jueying Mountain, causing layers of echoes like a tsunami.

At the same time, as if he had received some signal, Carlos suddenly left the place where he stood, his toes seemed to be unstuck, and only gently tapped on the snow. The gray scorpion rat was rushing around under everyone's fearful gaze, but no spike could hit his thin soles.

The place where the heavy sword fell, even the thick layer of snow was forced to open, revealing the dry and cracked ground. The fire arrows fell one meter behind him. The fire immediately spread out on the snow. Countless scorpions were burned by the fire and instantly turned into gray-black charred corpses.

Carlos slashed the heads of three scorpion rats at the same time with a sword, and blood splattered all over him. He seemed to have eyes behind him and stepped back and stepped into the area where the arrow burned. The burning flames slashed through his pants, but did not hurt him at all.

Aldo's second arrow shot out immediately, with a very long distance, but it landed very accurately. The fire ring burning at its center was just tangent to the range of the previous fire ring, and it swept out a evacuation road for Carlos. Then Aldo pulled the hollow string towards the direction of the sky, and the bow string made a strange roar, which spread far away.

"Keep going, don't look back, don't waste time." Aldo said to the person next to him, pushing Gal's shoulder, "He hears the signal and will catch up soon."

Evan couldn't notice when Carlos caught up, but when they walked carefully through a huge ice condensation section, he slipped and almost fell down. Carlos suddenly came out of nowhere and pulled him.

"Be careful, buddy," Carlos helped Evan stand firmly, signaling him to look down with his eyes - there was a dense layer of green "plants" growing, which was strangely eye-catching in the snow and ice. "If it falls from here, I promise you will become a delicious meaty person."

Evan looked at him blankly - I wonder how many scorpion rats Carlos had killed. He seemed to have been splashed with ink. His collar, sleeves, and pants were covered with blood, layer after layer, even some were stained on his chin. He wiped it casually and dragged it out a long mark.

If it weren't for the familiar and friendly face and the smile, Evan would almost be afraid of him.

Maybe this is the real Carlos - the person who has lived in the legend for a thousand years.

When they passed the ice safely, Carlos, who fell to the end, suddenly caught off guard and extended his heavy sword, swept quickly over the strange grass. The slender vines stretched out from the grass that looked nothing unusual, and tightly curled his sword sheath.

Carlos stood up and raised his arms with the power of retreating. Several plants were uprooted by him. A skull was connected to the root of the "grass". The plant floated weakly in the air like its "hair", leaving the soil, and soon lost its attack power and fell softly from Carlos's scabbard.

The skull rolled straight to Emmy's feet.

Emmy opened her eyes wide: "Oh my God, it turned out to be the legendary bat grass."

"The liquid grinding from the grass stem can make the dying person feel energized by a drop of energy that can stand up and run around the mountains, and can stimulate the most incredible potential of human beings." Carlos pulled back his sword, "I left it to you to deal with the therapist. Believe me, this thing is useful in the end."

Aldo pulled Carlos, held his wrist in his palm, and said to Emmy: "Keep it, and you are the therapist, you should know that the function of this thing is to overdraw your life. I hope you will be careful and don't use it casually until you die - now, rest on the spot for ten minutes, and Carl comes."

The two of them walked forward a little bit and left a distance with the others.

Aldo then breathed a sigh of relief, and took off the calming mask that was pretending to be someone else's sight from his face. He stretched out his finger and gently brushed the blood on Carlos's face: "It's good if you're not injured."

Carlos said indifferently: "They have been greeted once, and the last time was awful. No one around me could support me remotely. It was a real disaster with a group of rookies who could only scream and accidentally hurt their teammates."

"I didn't expect Jueying Mountain to be really outside the barrier," Aldo sighed, "What is going to be later? Advanced? Demon-level? Or..."

"The real problem is Jueying Mountain itself." Carlos sat down on a protruding stone and moved his wrist. "From the mountain to the top, the level of Difu will be higher and higher, and ordinary and mutated may be there, but these are nothing. The top of the mountain is not the end. Go forward, when you think you have started to go down the mountain, you will find a huge lake there."

“A lake on the top of a mountain?”

"Yes, but the lake is not water." Carlos said, "Don't ask me what it is. I don't know. There are a large number of blue feather stones embedded by the lake. The entire lake is green. The wind is strong at high places, but the lake is always calm and unpredictable. But for some reason, standing by the lake, you can hear the sound of water coming from the depths of the earth. I can't describe that feeling, like... suddenly it's dead."

"The sound of water?" Aldo narrowed his eyes.

"It's the sound of water in the music box, which seems to come from the deep sea, but it is clearly coming from the ground. It seems very far away, but when you close your eyes, it seems to come from all directions." When Carlos mentioned this, his face, which was mostly covered by the brim of the hat, suddenly became pale, and he even rubbed his fingers nervously.

When he was ten years old, he secretly hid under the carriage and went to see his seniors perform their mission. A second-level red python crawled in. He had a face against this little guy with a waist that was not as thick as his tail, but he was forced to penetrate seven inches by him with a small dagger - Carlos seemed to have been young, as if he didn't know what fear was.

But the lake inlaid with gems made him feel scared when he lifted it up many years later.

Aldo gently held his hand.

"I didn't expect that what could really repair the barrier was outside the barrier." Carlos frowned, "To be honest, I really feel like I'm taking chestnuts from the fire."

Aldo suddenly felt aroused and asked sternly: "You didn't evacuate immediately when I sent a signal at the foot of the mountain, right? Otherwise, it wouldn't be so long before you caught up."

Carlos beat him up, stood up, and said with a look around and said, "I think we should set off quickly and try our best to travel during the day. The real danger is the night..."

Aldo: "Car, Lo, S!"

"Well... I just ate the mice that were not burned to death for a moment." Carlos turned his eyes away.

Aldo had a bad face and was full of slander.

"Okay," Carlos grabbed his hat irritably, and tidied his hair that was shattered by the strong wind and began to block his sight. "I'll kill them all."

Aldo: "There are at least thousands of them, how dare you..."

"You've been burned to death," Carlos shrugged. "Listen to Leo, we'll be in a mess when we go back. Do you want to be attacked from both sides?"

"Then you have to tell me at least," Aldo lowered his voice, almost trying to curse, "Mr. Flaret, I warn you, isn't this the scattered corps you didn't even have an organizer last time. Are you still a minor? As soon as you leave my sight, you will do something dangerous at will? Don't you know..."

"Leo," Carlos immediately softened his voice, "I was wrong."

Aldo's scolding made him say something flattering, and the soft "Leo" was blocked back, making his face almost blue.

Carlos smiled, carried the heavy sword on his shoulders, and waved to everyone from a distance: "Hey! Don't stay on the ground, go away! From now on, no one is allowed to act alone, don't leave more than two meters away from your companions - we are about to enter the territory of the lightning-like little demon dark elf."

By the way, what is this tour guide doing in the same tone?

Aldo said coldly behind him, "Do you still need a little red flag to hold it in your hand and wave it, dear Mr. Flaret?"

Carlos laughed dryly.
Chapter completed!