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Swish, swish, swish.

The thin and rapid sound echoed in the forest, accompanied by the sound of brushing aside the bushes.

Among the slanting branches and grass blades, the blue-haired young man Garcia knocked aside the obstacles, and after lightly borrowing force from the ground, he ran forward again.

The icy blue frost continued to spread with his footsteps. Rather than running, he was more like gliding on the ice.

Every time he used light force, he could slide very far along the smooth ice surface. Only when he had no choice would he choose to change direction midway to avoid obstacles that he had to avoid.

He held a sharp ice sword in each hand, splitting the vines blocking the road at various incredible angles.

However, Garcia's face was full of solemnity, and there was no trace of joy or relaxation.

He was on the run, to be precise, from the killers sent by the Saugetos family.

For the purpose of investigation, Ron just sent away the killers sent by the Saugetos family to assassinate Aaron and Alice, but he had no time to pay attention to the killers who were chasing Garcia.

Of course, given the courage of the Sogetos family, they would not dare to send people to assassinate Sartre and Siosander.

In order to reduce the number of insiders as much as possible, the Saugetos family spent a lot of money and set a sky-high price on the black market, placing a bounty on Garcia's head.

During the fierce running, the wound on Garcia's back cracked again, but the next second, the opened wound was covered by ice. The cold instantly froze the wound into purple-black, and also froze the blood that was about to flow out. blood.

Garcia's face was expressionless, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his back, but the ice blue in his eyes became more intense, and his body seemed to be slightly larger.

Although he can control the ice, it does not mean that he is immune to the cold.

In fact, having lived in the North since childhood, he was particularly afraid of the cold, or in other words, he also hated the cold.

But he still couldn't escape very far after all. Within a few breaths, a figure flashed in front of him, followed by a cold light hitting his face.

Garcia's beast-like fighting sense saved his life. He lowered his head almost subconsciously, and an ice block suddenly appeared under his feet. He stepped on the ice block accurately as if his shoes had eyes, and used the force to bounce. He opened it and avoided several attacks that followed.

"Want to run?" The killer in an emerald green cloak stood there and sneered. He held a vine spear with a cold light in his hand and allowed Garcia to retreat.

He had to admit that this time the target was a bit tricky.

I am afraid that the first few killers who took over the task never imagined that this thin-looking northern barbarian could be so powerful. He only condensed one talisman inscription, but in his hands, ice was almost everywhere.

Whether it is the constantly transforming ice weapon in his hand, the ice spikes growing suddenly under his feet, or the transparent ice edges falling silently above his head, or even the smooth icy ground may become his weapon.

As far as he knew, no fewer than three killers had died at the hands of this blue-haired boy.

However, all that must come to an end.

Most of the first few colleagues who died unfortunately have exhausted the spells he has engraved, and the continuous fighting has also prevented the target from resting. Whether it is the wounds remaining on his body or the physical and mental strength that is about to be exhausted, it is very difficult for him. Said to be fatal factors.

What other big moves can a scepter mage do?

What's more, there are no less than ten wounds, large and small, on his body!

If it weren't for the fact that he came from the North, was physically stronger, and dared to self-inflict frozen wounds, the bleeding alone would have been enough to kill him.

Thinking of this, the killer licked his lips silently, and the vine spear silently lit up with light. His face gradually withered, and it actually had the texture of a tree bark.

He is a silver-level scepter warlock, and he finally found this prey some time ago.

This jungle is his home ground!

The next moment, the vines that were originally hanging in the air seemed to be awakened from a dream, and they twisted like snakes, staring at Garcia silently from high in the sky.

The inconspicuous weeds on the ground expanded several times in an instant, suddenly broke the thin ice, and wrapped around Garcia's calf.

Even the branches expanded and grew amidst the crunching sounds, squeezing Garcia's dodge space.

Although this killer is not enough to mobilize the will of the entire forest, this small patch of plants alone is difficult enough.

This was also the reason and confidence for him to dare to take on this hunting mission.

The icy blue cold wave spread towards the surroundings with Garcia as the center, and the rolling blue wave coated everything it came into contact with with a layer of crystal clear ice crystals.

The icy blue in Garcia's eyes became more and more intense, and he crushed the grass blades that were already brittle from the cold with his foot. He crushed them casually, and a crunching sound came from the soles of his feet.

However, after all, he was in the south now, not in the extreme northern forest. The cold could only freeze the plants for a moment at most. Within a few breaths, the sound of cracking ice could be heard one after another.

Under the urging of the killer, the plants regained their vitality and pounced on Garcia again.

"Do you think your ice element can still save you?" The killer couldn't help but mocked.

In order to hunt down this young man, he had been chasing him for three consecutive days, and he had already been simmering with anger in his heart.

Seeing that he was trapped in his own plant cage, the killer finally couldn't help but laugh. He wanted to see the despair and fear on the prey's face and let out the bad breath he had been feeling for the past few days.

But he didn't see any negative emotion on Garcia's face, only indifference and silence.

"I have hated ice and ice crystals more than once, because it makes me lose my mind." Garcia said calmly, "In the far north, only those who are desperate will choose to surrender their minds."

Under the cover of the branches, the killer vaguely noticed that Garcia's body had swelled a bit, and even his voice had become louder.

The cold wave rolled back, and the ice crystals spread freely on his body, gradually turning into a pair of rough ice armor, rough and solid, and very practical in the Northland style.

With a gasping sound like a bellows, the ice sword in Garcia's hand gradually expanded, and finally turned into two ferocious one-handed hammers.

As he gasped, a faint white mist poured out of his mouth and nose, but was soon frozen into ice crystals and fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

His eyes had completely turned icy blue, and veins were crisscrossing his muscles like tree roots. Compared to his body, which was as swollen as a steamed bun, his head seemed a bit disproportionate at this moment.

However, the killer had no intention of laughing, and his face turned pale. He didn't know whether he was cold or frightened.

The intelligence he received only said that this person was from the North, but it didn't say that he was a berserker!

Is there any mistake?

A good sword-type warrior, not to mention seriously polishing his body, actually became a scepter-type mage?