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It's getting late.

Bituro trudged through the waist-deep snow, the road getting more and more deviated, and the pursuers behind him had long since disappeared.

Decades of traveling in southern Xinjiang helped him regain his life, but the price he paid was the prestige he had accumulated with great difficulty, his hypocritical followers, and the Thornton Kaya army who trusted him.

He hated the Pistonk Empire, especially Nansen, and wished he could tear this bastard apart with his own hands. As for Ariel Moss...

Bitullo wanted to take revenge, but he didn't have the ability and courage. On the contrary, he was glad that the other party would not deliberately target him.

Only by surviving can there be a chance to make a comeback. The bounty prisoner's life is full of ups and downs, which teaches him to run away when the situation is not good.

Bituro is an insidious thug, mean and indifferent under the brutal appearance.

He led the Thornton Kaya army to rush to the Heili cavalry, broke through the siege against the offensive of the city-state coalition forces, and regarded the others as scapegoats.

Bituro gritted his teeth and cursed, and slipped down the snow slope without paying attention.

On the remote mountain roads in the north, countless unlucky ghosts who stumbled and died every year.

Bituro fell in the darkness, relying on his thick body to resist the impact. Compared with the pain all over his body, the dizziness made him more uncomfortable.

He crawled out of the snowdrift, the broken clothes covering his wounds had been lost, the worst magic burns had recovered, and the rest were shocking scratches.

The orc blood is still strong.

Bitullo flexed his muscles and looked around, and found that it was the end of a dry river valley, the snow slope had collapsed, and the bones of the fallen beasts were hanging on the cliff—he was not the first guy to fall here.

The good news is that the natural danger is here, and the chasing soldiers have nothing to do with themselves.

The road behind should be fine.

"Damn it, my life is really hard. Old God, you can continue to take care of me. When I go back, give me a chance to make a comeback."

He walked along the rugged river bed and cursed, his words full of disrespect to the old gods.

As if confirming Bituro's retribution, he had just climbed up the rugged rocky area when he sensed a strong aura, the beating of the orc's blood, which made him narrow his eyes vigilantly.

Meng has been waiting for a long time.

The twilight is swallowed by the snow peaks, and the river valley is gradually darkened.

The wolf is leaning over to the side, with thick fangs, making no secret of its surging beastliness and killing intent.

Meng, however, was much quieter, sitting on the boulder with his legs propped up, his eyes as calm as ice, staring steadily at Bituro.

He carried a sword of exquisite workmanship, the length of three feathers, with a top-quality leather handle.

Bituro could recognize it from ten steps away: this was the knife he had been eyeing in the smithy in Santon Kaya, but unfortunately, there was an obvious gap near the upper part.

Ariel's steel sword left a clear bite mark.

Bituro showed a regretful expression, climbed up from the valley to the flat ground, and said reproachfully, "Oh, you just don't know how to cherish good things."

He was referring to the knife, and also to the rights Ken had left behind.

Meng didn't reply.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Bituro rushed to the side path.

But the wolf was one step ahead of him, barking in front of him with a roar, spreading his fangs and raising his sharp claws, ready to kill at any time.

Bituro retreated tactfully.

If you fight with the wolf, Meng will have enough time to catch up. If this is the case, why not save some energy and look for the next opportunity.

The wolf roared twice, bared his teeth, and salivated.

It felt the anger of its master, and it was difficult to conceal the hatred for Bituro in its heart.

The wolf did not attack, leaving his life to his master.

Meng quietly slid down the boulder like a beast waiting for an opportunity to kill, with light movements and chilling eyes.

Bituro showed a dazed expression.

He turned his body sideways with a smirk, and quietly stretched his hands behind him, preparing to take out the fine iron hunting knife he had hidden.

"Nyonya, you are just too young, Zhan Jing went out to be chic, and young soldiers kept joining the tribe, damn it, the good chance of glory...was wasted by you!"

"I can feel..." Mon said.

"what?"

Bituro asked him, and at the same time touched the knife.

Meng stopped at a position ten steps away, saw through the opponent's sneak attack, and said, "You are afraid. You didn't dare to challenge me before, and you are still thinking of some dirty tricks now."

Bituro narrowed his eyes.

Meng began to take off the armor made of hoarfrost mine, took off the defense, and also took off the responsibility.

He casually threw it on the stone and said provocatively: "You wanted my life a long time ago, didn't you, now there is a chance for a serious duel, just the two of us."

Bituro gritted his teeth, holding down his anger, the blood of the animal was swelling, and the skin glowed imperceptibly red, which was not obvious under the dim light of the river valley.

He sneered a few times, and suddenly, he pulled out a forearm-long hunting knife from his winter jacket, burst out with orc blood, turned into a half-bear form, and rushed towards Meng.

The distance of ten steps passed by with a roar.

The blade slashed down with unstoppable force.

Meng flashed sideways, feather blades and hunting knives interlaced, sparking a string of fleeting sparks, illuminating two pairs of eyes full of killing intent.

A brief fight, full of dangers.

Meng was knocked out several steps, and Bituro's arm was pulled with a deep gash.

Knowing that there was no time to catch their breath, the two of them just stood firm and raised their knives at the same time.

The sound of intertwined steel echoed in the empty river valley.

The dark pupils of the wolf are like spirits suspended in the dark night, silently watching everything that happened in front of him.

Bituro became more and more frightened, and his wounds grew more and more.

Orc blood is a blessing in a dark environment.

Meng also wasn't affected by the darkness at all, and even exuded a strange mist, which gradually merged with the twilight, making it difficult to distinguish.

Bituro felt that his life was in danger, so he no longer hid himself, his blood was activated to the limit, his already flushed body gradually swelled, the speed of wound recovery soared, and he leaned forward against Meng's slashing like a hurricane.

He swung a knife, dripping with blood, and staggered away from his position.

Bituro was blinded by arrogance.

"Huh, I really underestimated you, brat."

He didn't understand Meng at all, and simply thought that a young man who was dragged down by his responsibilities would be easy to bully, but he hadn't tested the opponent's real combat power.

Bituro was panting, and the long battle had pushed his body to its limit.

Meng didn't rush forward, the knife was very steady, as if examining a corpse.

His calm and cold voice came:
"Being a dog for the Southern Border Empire, did you forget about the biting snow? Sad thing, you have tarnished the blood of the Northern Border."

Bitullo sneered, the gap between his teeth was full of bright red blood, the rage before dying, and the shame and anger of being exposed were intertwined.

He made an extremely vicious voice: "I want you to die."

The valley was dark and shrouded in gray veils, and a huge shadow broke through the rotten logs, rushed over the edge of the bank, and fell to the rocky bed.

The loud noise echoed in the silent night.

The two fought together, drenched in blood, punches, blades, head hits, all methods that could cause injuries were used.

Spare no effort, you die.

Bituro opened his mouth and bit Meng's neck, and with a bang, he only bit a feather blade that was full of gaps, and warm blood spurted out.

He didn't let go, bit Meng's weapon, and stabbed it into Meng's thigh.

puff!

Two people, facing each other, with a knife horizontally in the middle,

Blindfolded, without grunting in pain, he raised his hand and snapped off the tip of Yuren, holding it back and stabbing Bituluo's neck fiercely.

欻, 欻, 欻...

Furious and fast.

The sound of the flesh being pierced made one's heart palpitate, and the blood spurted out, dripping wetly, continuously flowing along the veined arm.

until exhaustion.

He gasped for a long time before the heavy corpse pushed away.

The river valley had been completely plunged into darkness, and a moment later, there was a hysterical roar, which lasted for a long time and gradually became hoarse.

There was no answer in the wilderness.

The only thing that witnessed all this was the lonely night sky in the north.

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