Chapter 26
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The cold wind from the Northland was like a knife cutting across his face. It was so painful that he wanted to bury his head in his coat to hide from the bone-chilling cold.
In this world of snow all year round, there was a place that was as hot as lava from hell. The creatures living there were in an abyss of suffering. That place was Seaside Castle. Seaside Castle used to be a military stronghold, but it now had a new name: Blood Castle.
The abandoned military stronghold was now in ruins. The traces of war were obvious on its body.
An old hunter from Wilson brought his crossbow and sat on a sled pulled by dogs. He was approaching the abandoned castle.
The snowstorm that came early forced the old hunter to find a place to hide. The damned weather prevented him from catching any prey. Even though he was an experienced hunter, he was still insignificant in the face of nature.
Experience told him that if he couldn't find a place to warm himself up, he would freeze to death in the wilderness before he could catch any prey.
Finally, the sled dogs pulled their master to the door of an ancient castle filled with broken walls.
"Good job." The old hunter patted the largest sled dog. The sled dog meekly rubbed its head against his master's boots.
The old hunter found a relatively sturdy building and placed the sled there. He held a crossbow in his hand and began to wander around the castle. He was like a white ghost. He was trying his luck, looking for prey that had come to hide from the snowstorm like him.
To his surprise, the corridors of the abandoned castle were lit with old candles that had been burned repeatedly. The candlelight was dim and eerie. The crackling sound of the flames was particularly ear-piercing in the empty corridors. He didn't know who had lit the candles, or how long they had been burning.
Thud, thud, thud … The old hunter felt less nervous when he heard his own footsteps.
"My luck is really bad. Looks like I'm the only living thing in this castle." The old hunter was a little disappointed. He opened the metal flask that he carried with him. It was engraved with exquisite patterns.
"Ah." The old hunter took a sip of the strong liquor that could only be brewed by Wilson's people. The warmth in his stomach made him burp comfortably.
Suddenly, a shadow flashed across the ceiling, but the old hunter did not notice that a pair of crimson eyes were staring at him.
Suddenly, the sled dog outside started barking. The old hunter didn't know what was going on outside, but he had a bad feeling about it.
He wanted to run out and see what was going on, but the candles were all extinguished at this time, and a chill rushed to his heart.
"Ahhh!" The old hunter let out a heart-wrenching scream, and then he lost consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, the old hunter slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the scene in front of him, his scalp went numb. What a terrifying scene!
It was a sea of corpses and blood. There were thousands of corpses piled up here, and the blood flowing from the corpses formed a lake. Several monsters that the old hunters had never seen before were greedily drinking the blood.
Suddenly, the monster's red eyes swept towards the old hunter. They slithered towards the old hunter.
The hunter and the prey were often not fixed. A sense of fear lingered in the old hunter's heart. The thick smell of blood and corpses here made the old hunter feel nauseous.
The monster's claws wandered around the old hunter's chin. The old hunter felt his whole body trembling.
Suddenly …
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