In the harsh winter, the wind at night in the Land of Exile cut one's skin like a knife. However, the colder it was, the harder it was to find food. Many large beasts had hibernated in their caves. Therefore, the exiles could only hunt each other for meat. To the exiles, the greater significance of the harsh winter was whether they could survive until winter, but the cold was not the most fatal factor.
"Huff … Huff …"
In the barren, pale yellow grass, a Ghost Wolf crawled there. Ghost Wolves never hibernated. They needed to maintain continuous hunting to maintain their strength. This Ghost Wolf was a female wolf. Her eyes were very fierce, and the mucus that flowed from her teeth had actually frozen into icicles hanging from her chin. They looked like the teeth of a saber-toothed tiger.
The Ghost Wolves in the Land of Exile were different from ordinary wolves. Their fur was as tough as a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual dragon, and their sharp teeth could bite through a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate. They were ferocious and ruthless. Every time they hunted, they would bite their opponents into pieces before stopping.
This female wolf had not hunted for any food for three days in a row. If she did not eat, she would not be able to maintain her strength and become someone else's prey. Therefore, she had to succeed in one strike. Now, her prey had arrived. In the distance, a man in black carrying a scythe with a ghost head slowly walked over. He wore a loose windbreaker, and his face was hidden in the hood of the cloak, making it impossible to see his true appearance.
"Roar …"
The Ghost Wolf finally could not hold it in anymore. She pounced at the prey from the wild grass like lightning. It seemed that as long as she bit the opponent's throat, the man in black would become her prey.
"Beast …"
A cold light shot out from the hood. The black-clothed man waved his arm lightly. "Crack!" The sickle turned into a sharp light that swept across. In the next moment, the Ghost Wolf's body was cut in half. The cold wind blew past, and the black-clothed man's hood was blown up, revealing a middle-aged man's face that was filled with hostility.
Although the meat of the Ghost Wolf was fishy, it was the best food in winter.
However, the man in black did not pick up the corpse of the Ghost Wolf. Instead, he walked towards the distant mountains without looking back. To him, the enemy hidden in the mountains was more important. Moreover, mere wolf meat was not enough to attract the attention of an Exiled King!
Eric, a powerhouse who had been exiled tens of thousands of years ago, had killed three Lord-level opponents, Lin Dong, Wang Fei, and Taryn, with a blood-red scythe. His outstanding military achievements had earned him the title of King of the Land of Exile. There were only about ten Kings in the entire Land of Exile, and Eric had naturally earned his current position through strength and not luck.
But now, Eric had learned that a powerhouse had appeared in his territory. Eric was a young girl with a steel sword. No one knew her name. she only had a pair of blood-red eyes and endless power. She had also was an aggressive murderous intent. She had killed many Lord-level powerhouses, including General Iron.
"Hmph …"
When Eric thought of General Iron, he could not help but sneer. A person like General Iron was not worth mentioning to Eric. In fact, if Eric wanted to kill General Iron, he could even crush him with his fingers. However, what shocked Eric the most was that the young girl had actually killed the Lord-level Exiled King, Luobo, a few days ago. One had to know that Luobo's battle blade had killed more than ten Lord-level powerhouses. The person who could kill Luobo was definitely not simple. Therefore, the people of the Land of Exile called this young girl the "Dark Moon Shura". Every night of the Blood Moon Shura, it was the time of the Dark Moon Shura's massacre.
"The time of the massacre?"
Eric couldn't help but laugh coldly. Tonight would be the night the Asura of the Dark Moon would be slaughtered. The legends of the Banished Land were worthless. Every legend would only last for a few years or even a few months. After that, they would be destroyed.
According to the ranking system in the Land of Exile, from high to low, they were: King, Lord, Chief, Rogue, Newbie, Noob. The Dark Moon Shura had killed the Lord-level Luobo, so naturally, she became the new Lord. Every day in the run-down taverns, there were legends about the new Lord, and the Dark Moon Shura naturally became the topic of conversation. People said that the Dark Moon Shura had the most beautiful face and the most enchanting figure in the world, but she was also the cruelest hunter in the Land of Exile. Anyone who was targeted by the Dark Moon Shura did not live to the second day.
Eric did not believe it. He decided to use the Waning Moon Scythe in his hand to end the legend of the Dark Moon Shura. Because he was the King, he had the right to end this legend. Therefore, Eric did not even bring a single servant with him. He only came to the Dark Rock Mountain Range, which had been classified as the Dark Moon Shura's territory.
She had to die. This was something that had already been decided.
Eric's lips curled into a confident smile.
…
The blood-red waning moon hung in the sky. It seemed fake, but the cold moonlight seemed to make the Land of Exile even colder. It was as if everything on the earth was about to freeze into ice. In the Dark Rock Mountain Range, there was no sign of human habitation. There were no weeds, only cold, black stones. On one of the giant rocks, a beautiful girl sat. Beside her, a bonfire swayed in the wind. She stretched out one of her slender, snow-white legs and lifted the coarse cloth on the outside of her thigh to change the medicine for her wound. She did not know which of the medicines was Gold Wound Medicine, but she could instinctively confirm it by smell. In fact, the wound had already begun to heal. She had guessed correctly.
"Argh …"
The coarse cloth pulled on the wound. She could not help but frown. Enduring the great pain, she reapplied the medicine, tore off a piece of cloth from the edge of her skirt, and bandaged it again. This coarse cloth skirt was found in an abandoned house. It was originally a knee-length skirt, but in order to bandage the wound, it had now become a miniskirt. The area between the skirt and the girl's black boots was almost thirty centimeters of absolute territory. It was suffocating.
After she rebandaged the wound, she laid down on her back to rest. She picked up the water bottle beside her and took a sip. Then, she held a piece of dry bread in her hand and gnawed on it. Perhaps it was not bread, but compressed biscuits. It was just that she had no idea what it was called.
Suddenly, the girl raised her head, her beautiful eyes filled with vigilance.
Someone had come, and a very strong one at that!
Unfortunately, her leg had been cut by Lord Luobo's blade. This had weakened her combat power by at least twenty percent. However, being in the Banished Land, she had long ago learned the rules of this place. There was never a path of retreat, and you could never be weak. Otherwise, what awaited you would not only be death, but you would also become food on someone else's plate. This was the rule of iron and blood. There was no room for tears or sympathy.
"Clang!"
Grabbing a longsword with mysterious runes carved on it, she leaped and disappeared from the giant rock. In the blink of an eye, she had already disappeared into the boundless night, as if she had become one with the night.
...
"Sha sha..."
In the wind, a shadow came along with the wind. Like a bat, it gently attached itself to the giant rock. He raised his head and looked at the pitch-black night, the endless darkness of the Darkrock Mountain Range.
"Where did you go?"
Eric coldly snorted. The Waning Moon Scythe in his hand glowed with a faint bloody light. He used his spirit sense to sense a bit, and couldn't help but secretly laugh, "So it's here. Run as much as you want, but you will never escape from my pursuit!"
"Swoosh!"
His figure shot out like lightning. His speed was so fast that it was somewhat abnormal. Even a god might not be able to fly so fast.
The surrounding scenery turned into a stream of light, and Eric no longer relied on his eyes. Instead, he relied on his spirit sense to chase after the Shura. In front of him was a wild grassland. The grass was as tall as a person, and any danger could be hidden in it. It was also here that the Shura's aura suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Then there were only two possibilities. The first was that the Shura had hidden her aura, and the second was that she had already been killed. However, Eric was confident that his senses would not be wrong. Then there was only one possibility: the Shura had been killed!
But this was even more impossible. How could a Lord be killed in an instant?
At this moment, Eric actually felt a little confused.
"Who cares!"
Eric coldly snorted. The Waning Moon Scythe in his hand suddenly swung. Suddenly, a blood-red flame spread out like a fan. In the next moment, the entire grassland became a sea of fire, and the flames shot up into the sky.
But at this moment, suddenly, a cold aura appeared in the sky again!
"Hmm?"
Eric swung the scythe in the air without thinking. He only felt a huge shock coming from his arms, and with a clang, sparks flew everywhere. Eric was actually knocked back, and his body landed on the ground, forming a fierce shock wave that blew away the flames within dozens of meters. It was as if an invisible force field had been formed.
In the air, the beautiful girl stood in the wind. There was not a trace of emotion on her stunning face, and the long sword in her hand shone brightly. She just looked at Eric indifferently.
"Finally willing to show yourself? The Shura of the Dark Moon!? "Eric held the Waning Moon Scythe and looked at her as if nothing had happened.
"Your name." The girl said indifferently.
"Eric." After saying this, he touched his nose and added, "King."
And he emphasized it, as if he was emphasizing to his opponent.
The girl revealed a smile and said, "I don't know what a King is, nor do I care. Did you come here to kill me?"
"That's right."
Eric smiled and said, "I can't tolerate a lord who doesn't submit to me in my territory."
"Then, let's fight!"
The girl raised the long sword in her hand high and looked down at Eric without the slightest fear.
It was as if a King was just a symbol in her eyes, and nothing else represented anything else.
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