The howling north wind whimpered through the alley. In the huge whistling sound, all the sounds became hoarse, and even the sight was buried by the sweeping ice and snow. It seemed that just to reflect this change, the Sheriff's
The short whistles that kept coming and going have not sounded for a long time.
Alan Edrico covered the huge sword wound on his left hand and walked slowly through the snow-covered alley.
The warm blood turned into icicles before it dripped from his fingertips. He staggered forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The breath coming out of his mouth turned into white air, and the long sword in his hand turned into a bone-piercing weapon.
The ice blade froze the fingertips through the leather gloves.
Allen knew that his left arm was probably dead. Although it could still tremble, the bleeding wound had frozen. In the short term, this change effectively stopped the blood loss. But in the long term, at this extreme level,
Under the low temperature, the wound is very likely to turn into frostbite, and he may have to chop off the entire left hand.
But at this moment, there was no fear or annoyance in Allen's heart. He was panting heavily and couldn't help laughing in excitement.
For him, killing and being killed are all part of the war game. He has no power to fight back now, but facing the pursuit of the Sheriff, he only needs to escape successfully, then he is still like this
The winner of this "game" - just like thousands of times before.
It has to be said that Cromwell is indeed a very skilled swordsman. Compared to Allen's own military swordsmanship, which is mainly characterized by "fast and ruthless", he squeezes the opponent's defensive space through constant attacks.
The long sword in Cromwell's hand was never easily released. He used a long sword as a shield and swam in line with his pace, like running water, making sure that there was no leakage. Occasionally, he would attack with a sword, but it would be like a startling rainbow, a series of rapid and rapid attacks.
The accurate and ruthless killing moves forced Allen to falter.
If this was a sword fight, Allen would have definitely lost long ago.
Feeling the dull pain in his left hand that was gradually numbing, Allen couldn't help but lick his lips.
Cromwell, who was born as a scout and then became a close selectman, probably rarely fought desperately on the front line of the battlefield - so he would never know that for the heavy infantry who were always at the forefront of the battlefield, Cromwell
In other words, the value of progress.
"Going back is failure! Go forward! Go forward! Go forward! No matter what the cost, as long as you take one step forward, you will win!"
The squadron leader's shouts still echo in Allen's ears.
Even if the sword is broken and the shield is shattered, the flag is broken and blood spills on the battlefield, even if you abandon the battle ax in your right hand and block the fatal blow to the throat with your left hand, you will never retreat!
Roar and roar, snatch the enemy's weapons, beat their heads with bloody fists, and tear their throats with teeth. Even if the visor of the heavily armored helmet is lifted, you still roar and use your mouth and throat to attack them.
Welcome the sharp blade that stabs you——
——Fortunately, this is just a narrow alley.
In the close combat, Allen did not get any benefit from Cromwell. He almost lost the sword he had just snatched. However, during the rolling fight, he took the opportunity to hit Cromwell's thigh hard.
After slashing with a sword, Allen finally escaped.
When he thought that he had escaped alive again, Allen couldn't help but laugh again.
Forcing himself to go to the battlefield again and again, and then leaving the battlefield alive, this is Allen's war.
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But Allen suddenly stopped.
There was a faint sound coming from the wind and snow.
Allen raised his head in confusion and listened. He was a little confused. The blizzard that had become so heavy basically ruled out the possibility of flying. So did this sound mean that the Sheriff had followed his footsteps and caught up with him?
?It seems that the little tricks used to cover up the traces at the beginning were not of much use...
Allen judged this and couldn't help but speed up his pace, but as he moved forward, he stopped in surprise.
Puzzled, he listened intently to the subtle... singing in the howling north wind.
This sound... came from right in front of him.
.
"The vast snow and smoke disperse in the sky, the wilderness is covered with frost and cold, even if all the chances are lost, the wind and snow roll around the mountain."
It was a language that Allen couldn't understand. He didn't know its meaning, but he could hear the desolate and sad tone.
"Time passes, the past is gone, fame and fortune are gone, right and wrong are gone."
However, even if it was hidden in the wind and snow, just hearing it in some places made Allen feel a slight sense of dissonance.
"A man is bathed in blood with a knife, and he strives to dominate the world. In the blink of an eye, everything changes."
Because...it was a boy's voice that was singing this powerful short song.
"But in troubled times, the flames of war will be extinguished, and the people will be filled with smiles."
Gradually emerging from the shadows of the wind, snow and night, was the Ice Throne of Swords. Of course Allen in the other world did not understand what the "Iron Throne" was, but facing the imposing Ice Throne in front of him, he
I felt completely out of tune.
He had also thought about what would be waiting for him here.
It could be Cromwell, or it could be a group of constables, or Sister Cnadine, or a group of city lieutenants. Of course, the best result would be that there is nothing here.
But he never imagined that a child/dwarf would appear here sitting on a throne made of ice, wrapped in a black robe, singing an unknown short song.
"Alan Edrico." Suzo stopped humming softly. He looked at the corpse-crushing demon that appeared in front of him, nodded, and said, "Or rather, Mr. Corpse-crushing Demon. I'm already here
I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
"...Who are you..." After a brief silence, Allen couldn't help but feel strong doubts in his heart. He asked, "Why do you appear here."
"Me? I'm just an insignificant little cook." Su Zuo smiled lightly. Because of the cold, he wrapped his black robe a little tighter. The zombie demon arrived much later than he expected. Constant temperature
The effect of the barrier has disappeared, and the sudden blizzard has disrupted his entire plan, but he has no intention of retreating at this time, nor does he intend to let the corpse-shattering demon see the anxiety in his heart at this time, because Su Zuo understands,
This may very well be his last chance to catch the Corpse-Smasher.
But it wasn't that he didn't have a chance...or in other words, out of the worst-case scenario, he had already made plans to have a head-on conflict with the Corpse Smasher Demon from the very beginning.
"Little cook? I don't think any ordinary little cook will show up here..." Faced with Su Zuo's perfunctory behavior, the corpse-crushing demon looked a little annoyed, and the unexpected situation made him a little impatient.
"Of course I'm not an ordinary little cook. Please remember to listen to me, Mr. Allen." Facing the murderous intention of the corpse-crushing demon, Su Zuo pressed his right hand on his chest with ease and introduced himself, "I'm Nolan.
Ji Er’s chef.”
The moment Su Zuo said "Nolan Ji'er", Allen calmed down instantly: "Nolan Ji'er...is that so...hehehehehe..."
When Allen's eyes raised again, they had become extremely scarlet: "So kid...are you planning to avenge those prostitutes? It's just you?!"
"Revenge?" After hearing Allen's words, Su Zuo sneered as if he had heard some huge joke, "What are you talking about, Mr. Allen?"
"Revenge? This is meaningless to me. Maybe it is extremely sweet to some people - indeed, people who live for hatred are often more determined than those who don't - but revenge is not enough for me.
The purpose of life.”
"I just don't understand something, and I want to ask you personally, Mr. Allen." Su Zuo smiled innocently like a real child, but the tone in his mouth was enough to send chills down the spine of the most cold-blooded villain, "
——Why did you choose to kill so many people that day?”
"...Want to know?" The scarlet eyes stared at Su Zuo closely, "Then use your answer in exchange...tell me why you appear here."
Wrapped in the black robe, Su Zuo pondered for a moment and said the answer lightly——
"It's very simple. There were two copies of the anonymous letter at the beginning."
"In addition to the share that Cromwell gave to Galt, there is another share that is mine."
"As for the reason why I am here, it is very simple - since Cromwell did not appear here, then he must only infer the appearance at the intersection."
"And I reasoned it all the way to the end."
"The answer to why you must come here, Mr. Allen, is on the wall behind me."
Suzo pointed to the winding alley where he and Allen were. At the end of the alley not far away, a wall could be vaguely seen.
"Town maze..."
"Occasionally, things like this happen. Because of various private buildings and unplanned building layouts, or natural disaster sites like Wenning District, occasionally by chance, they will appear.
Special terrain like this - town maze."
"Obviously it is in the center of a city with well-developed transportation, but due to various reasons, a closed environment with complicated terrain like a maze has been formed in the town."
"If this kind of maze appears in a bustling downtown area, it will often be discovered quickly due to the deterioration of traffic conditions. But in a place like Wenning District that can be said to be called deserted, the existence of this kind of town maze
, but it’s hard for people to realize it.”
"This town maze is like an iron barrel in a fast-flowing river. The only exit is the mouth of the barrel, which is the alley you must pass through."
"When the police whistle sounds, the entire Wenning District will roar like a whirlpool, grabbing you tightly and pulling you towards the abyss, but only the water in this iron bucket will be pumped out, and because of the walls of the bucket,
If it is blocked, no new water will be injected into it."
"So this is your best refuge when facing the Sheriff's roundup. Of course, hiding in a barrel is not a foolproof solution. After all, it is difficult for you to ensure that after you disappear, the search team will not naturally search in.'
Bucket' in."
"So, in addition to the entrance, you also need an exit. This exit cannot let the sheriff in, but it must be able to let you leave without attracting attention."
“Is there such an ideal one-way barrier?”
"It's hard to guess, but for the powerful Mr. Allen, it's easy, isn't it?"
"All you need is a 'low wall' that's short enough for you to climb over, but not enough for an ordinary sheriff to climb over, or that you wouldn't think of climbing over at all, isn't it?"
Su Zuo spread his hands and explained everything. Of course, the "barrel" on the map is not an ideal circle, or in other words, if it were a circle, it would be easily discovered. By checking the map and
In actual inspection, the "barrel" outlined by Su Zuo is a flat prism.
Separated by a distance of about 200 meters, the police officers could even hear the whistle from the opposite block, but they were unable to realize that the place separated by a wall was the escape passage for the Corpse Smasher.
After listening to Su Zuo's explanation, the corpse-shattering demon couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect... the only person who guessed this... was actually a child..."
"Okay, I'll tell you." Alan Edrico looked at Su Zuo and couldn't help but reveal a scarlet smile, "This is my revenge."
"The souls of all members of the Empire's 107th Heavy Infantry Brigade——"
"Revenge against the Nanling people!"
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PS: Hmm... I was chatting with someone today, and I made a very Spartan discovery. Maybe because the plot is at its climax recently, he changed it from watching it once a day to once a week... And this is what the recent recommendation votes have been.
Is there a reason why it can’t rise...
No, dear friends! Next week, the author will not even have to wear his underpants again! Then at someone’s suggestion, the author learned from the experience, struggled for a long time, and finally made up his mind——
In the next week, if the daily recommendation reaches 300, then we can increase the number to 5,000 per day... (This is the limit... there are still scripts to fill in...)