The sounds of dogs barking and shouting mixed together into one.
"Sui Xiong the Traveler MK5" gasped for air and leaned against a big tree. He did not care that the ground was full of snow and sat down.
He took out a leather pouch filled with liquor and washed the wound on his left arm. The intense pain made him grimace in pain.
After washing the wound and making sure it was not infected, he took out a clean cloth and carefully bandaged the wound.
These things would take up a lot of time, but in order to maintain a good state, they were essential.
If he wanted to run for a long time in this world of ice and snow, or even run out of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins to the Ashes Woods, he had to ensure that he was in a good state. Otherwise, he would die on the road sooner or later.
"It's not easy for me to travel here. How can I die here!" Even at the brink of despair, he was not discouraged. He smiled and encouraged himself. "Sui Xiong, Sui Xiong, you are a man who wants to be a hero. If you are chased by a group of lackeys and die in the forest, you will not live up to your name!"
He used the snow to wipe his face to refresh himself. He ate some dry flatbread with the snow and felt that his body had recovered a little. He did not delay any longer and continued his journey north.
He had to go through this forest to reach the northern part of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins. As for how he would go through the northern part of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins, there might be people waiting for him there to stop him. He would go to the adventurers' paradise — the Ashes Woods. That was a matter for later.
It was very difficult to travel alone in the forest with injuries and the lack of necessary equipment. But he had to persevere.
"This guy is a monster!" A few days later, about 20 to 30 miles away from him, a group of adventurers looked at the footprints in the snow and looked at each other.
They were bounty hunters who specialized in chasing and killing criminals. God knows how many times they had caught the guys on the wanted list, dead or alive, and exchanged them for bounty money. They could be called experts in this field. The criminals they were chasing this time were not professional repeat offenders and should not be difficult to deal with. But they did not expect that after chasing for so many days, they still could not catch up with them!
"The soldiers of the nobles can't hold on any longer," a very thin adventurer said. A very thin adventurer said, "The knight leading the team said that they are ready to retreat and leave the mission to us."
"What? Their lord's son was killed and he wants to go back without catching the murderer? "The leading adventurer was shocked." Isn't he afraid that he will be beheaded when he goes back? "
"This army is also very important to the viscount. He can't afford to lose it." The oldest adventurer said, "If he loses this army, the viscount will suffer a great loss. If he loses this army, the viscount will suffer a great loss.
He has three sons, but only this elite army. " The army is definitely his, but his son might not even be his son. "
The army is definitely his, but the son may not be his.
After laughing for a while, the leader, the thief, the head.
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"This guy's second son … Is he the one who likes to raise wolves?" The Sea Lord, Ms. Olian, thought for a while and asked.
"Auntie, you have a good memory!" Her secretary, who was also a member of the Geerteng Family, was one generation younger than her. Hearing this, she praised, "You even remember that guy. You are indeed the chosen one of the 'Great Educator'!"
The 'Great Educator' was the title that the God of Knowledge, Wor, had just received two years ago. Compared with the previous titles, this one was obviously more popular and easy to understand, and it was soon popularized and promoted. Now, it had become the most common title for him.
Olian smiled, looked at the letter, and then frowned.
The letter was brief, but her intuition told her that it was not so simple.
How could an adventurer kill the son of a lord? Even though he was only the second son, he was still a noble!
A commoner killing a noble was an unforgivable crime. If the adventurer did not have an absolute reason, he would not do such a thing!
"You go and check it out," she said to her nephew. "I feel that there is something wrong with this."
Her nephew answered and left. He came back at dinner time and reported the result of the investigation.
It turned out that the second son of the Viscount had gotten a wolf of a very rare breed some time ago. It was not big, and its whole body was white, just like a snow sculpture. It was very beautiful. He liked this wolf very much, and often took it for a walk in his territory. Not long ago, for some reason, the wolf got into a fight with a mutt while taking a stroll. Because of its small size, the wolf was at a disadvantage and was bitten several times. Although the guards quickly arrived and killed the dog, the little white wolf had already been bitten in a certain key part. Its life was probably not in danger, but it was impossible to expect it to breed and give birth to a large group of wolf pups.
The Lord's second son was very angry and hanged the family of five in the name of "damaging the Lord's property." As a result, the next day, when he habitually took his own wolf for a walk, he was suddenly caught by an adventurer who rushed out from the roadside. The adventurer put a knife on his neck and dragged him to the family who was still hanging on the gallows. The adventurer kicked him to his knees, and the knife went in and came out, piercing his heart.
Of course, the guards immediately attacked the murderer. But the murderer was indeed a person who had entered the main competition in the World Martial Arts Competition a few years ago. He was unimaginably agile. Although he suffered a few injuries, he actually broke out of the siege and ran away.
Of course, the Viscount would not let go of the murderer who killed his son. Not only did he send elite troops to chase after the murderer, but he also recruited a group of very famous bounty hunters. At present, the two sides should still be chasing in the forest.
After listening to the story, Countess Olian was silent for a moment and sighed.
"Look," she said to her relatives who were having dinner with her. She said to the relatives who dined with her, "Even the nobles will encounter courageous assassins if they do something too outrageous. In this world, there will never be a shortage of heroes who are willing to sacrifice themselves for justice! "
"But what he did was wrong," the secretary said. "No matter what the reason is, it is not okay to assassinate a noble!"
Countess Olian nodded and sighed again.
"This person, what a pity!"
A few days later, the tired and hungry "Sui Xiong" finally walked out of the forest.
He arrived at a small village, stayed in a hotel, and slept for a whole day.
After waking up, he ate something and tidied up a little. Then he left straight away and continued to head north.
But this time he could not go very far.
When he walked to a fork in the road, a knight who seemed to have been waiting here for a long time stood up and blocked his way.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time," the knight said. "Did you have a good rest?"
Looking at the white scale and shield symbol on the knight's chest, Sui Xiong sighed.
This was a Saint Samurai who believed in the God of Justice and Law. In the face of lawbreakers, they had special magic that could make their strength soar and greatly reduce the enemy's strength.
More importantly, Sui Xiong had an impression of this man's face. He had seen this man at the last tournament in the Void Mask Amusement Park.
"I saw you at the tournament," he said. "You won one, didn't you?"
"What a good memory!" The Saint Samurai nodded. "Now that you mention it, I also remember that you also participated in that tournament."
Although he said so, his posture did not change at all. Obviously, he did not relax at all.
Sui Xiong sighed deeply and asked, "I have a few companions who are adventuring with me. Will they be implicated?"
The Saint Samurai of the God of Justice frowned. After a while, he said, "Your companions will be in big trouble. Strictly speaking, even the previous owner of the hotel will be in trouble."
"That's not right." Sui Xiong smiled. "I killed them. Before that, I had already broken up with them because of a quarrel when we were drinking. As for the owner, he was deceived by me. He is also a victim. "
The Saint Samurai looked at Sui Xiong deeply. After a long time, he sighed heavily.
"I see," he said. "This testimony has been recorded. Don't worry."
Sui Xiong smiled and reached out his hand. "Then, do what you have to do."
The Saint Samurai saluted him and tied him up with the magic rope that he had prepared.
Later, Sui Xiong was tried in this territory. This criminal shocked the lord. Especially when he was being tried, Sui Xiong was smiling and calm, which made the lord even more stunned.
In his impression, after the criminals were caught, they were always trembling with fear. How could Sui Xiong be so calm?
Also, didn't those criminals always try to bite others to reduce their crimes, or at least drag others to die with them? Why did this guy deliberately take all the blame on himself?
"What's going on?" he asked doubtfully.
The guard captain who grew up with him, the Saint Samurai, sighed heavily again. "A good man, but unfortunately, he violated the law."
The Thane thought for a moment, understood, and sighed heavily.
"Hang!" he announced. "No need to send it to the victim. Execute it here!"
Sui Xiong looked very calm until he died. When the executioner put the rope around his neck, his hands and legs were slightly trembling, but he was still in the mood to joke with the executioner.
"Brother, I'm tied up," he said. "Don't throw me off."
He thought the word "tied up" was very funny and couldn't help laughing.
Later, the smile froze on his face and didn't dissipate until he died.
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