Lord of the North

"Yeah, we are really lucky this time, those snow foxes are all hiding in a small hole for some reason...

"Maybe these poor little fellows encountered some kind of natural enemy." Another mercenary hiccupped and pouted.

While several mercenaries exchanged glances with each other, a thin young man was uneasily looking at the darkness around him.

From a few days ago, he felt that there was a gaze looking at them all the time, and this feeling made him feel creepy.

"Hey! Little Bouman!"

Suddenly, a slap slapped him heavily on the back, making him tremble with fright, and then Uncle Joe's loud voice sounded behind him: "What are you thinking? Come and drink with us!"

"No, no, I don't drink."

The young Bu waved his hands nervously, his face flushed and he stuttered a bit.

"Little Bouman, you're not thinking about that little lover in Iron Tooth Town, are you?" Many big men at the side began to laugh and make fun of him.

They like this young man with thin skin and tender flesh very much. Although he is not as familiar with them physically, he is very hardworking and careful.

And he is very kind and helpful, and he was very popular with some people when he was in Tieya Town.

"What little lover?! Bouman doesn't have anyone he likes yet!"

On one side, a bearded man with an unchanging expression reprimanded the big man who had just made a fuss, and then said, "He is thinking about where he will end his youthful career after he has this money!"

"Hahaha!"

There was another burst of laughter, and the grateful gaze that Bouman was about to cast just now froze on his face for an instant, and he could only lower his head in a slumped blushing.

"Ignore these guys, come over and have a few sips of wine to warm up."

Uncle Qiao shook his head with a smile, patted him on the back and said that because he had no family or heirs, he regarded Buman, a shy boy, as his junior.

"Uncle Joe..."

Buman hesitated to speak, he really wanted to express his feelings, but it was seen that no one felt this way, so he was a little bit speechless.

"What's the matter, kid?"

Uncle Qiao was a little puzzled. Although Bouman was usually very shy, he was not too embarrassed to say a word.

"I always felt like something was following us, and it's been going on for days."

Buman gritted his teeth. At worst, he would be laughed at by everyone for a while, but his heart was really full of uneasiness, and he couldn't help but want to run away.

"Is there something?"

Uncle Joe frowned and came to a nearby boulder, looked around, then turned his head to look at the hounds lying quietly beside the fire, and couldn't help laughing.

"Son, you think too much. This is your psychological effect. I also felt this way when I went hunting with my father in the mountains. I always felt that there was..."

He stood on the boulder and looked at Buman below, laughed loudly, and talked about his childhood experience, but when he saw Buman's expression suddenly became frightened, he pointed behind him with trembling fingers, and said with trembling lips I can't speak.

He frowned, turned around slowly, and met a pair of cold scarlet eyes, his pupils slowly contracted, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

Then a huge suction cup suddenly jumped in front of him, and before he had time to react, it was attached to his face. All this happened so suddenly and quickly that Uncle Joe didn't even utter a scream.

Then his strong body gradually shrank, turning dry and gray.

In Bouman's eyes, it was a huge snake-shaped monster floating behind Uncle Joe.

That's right, it is floating, as if an invisible force is supporting it to float in mid-air. There are some strange patterns on its body, which makes people move their eyes to it involuntarily.

And it has seven heads in total, except for the one in the middle, each head has a huge sucker-like mouth and two scarlet eyes, staring at itself tightly under the reflection of the fire.

"Run!!"

In utter horror,

Buman roared loudly with tears all over his face, but his legs trembled and he couldn't take a step.

It's just that this monster seemed to be playing tricks on him. It threw Uncle Joe aside who had turned into a mummy, let out a strange cry, passed over Bouman's head, and directed at the eight people who were not far away.

A killing started right there, but not a single drop of blood flowed out at the scene, only a few shriveled corpses remained.

Several hounds huddled in a corner, closed their eyes and whimpered in a low voice, but none of them dared to get up and run away, as if they were waiting to be slaughtered.

Bouman closed his eyes tightly, with tears on his face, he was trembling and choking, because the man who was like his father to him had just turned into a corpse in front of him.

But he didn't dare to turn around, he didn't have the guts, he wanted revenge but he knew that he was definitely not the opponent of that monster.

After a long while, the calm behind him had returned, and he seemed to be able to feel the breath coming from behind him. The monster must be behind him, watching him quietly.

Like a ferocious beast teasing its prey, he used himself as a toy to enrich its boring, killing-filled life.

"No……"

A breath full of strange fragrance passed by his ears and floated to the tip of his nose, which made Bouman feel calm for a while. It was very strange that such an evil and ugly monster would have such ability.

"Hehehe."

Just when Buman somehow calmed down the fear in his heart and closed his eyes to accept death, a chuckle like a silver bell rang in his ear.

This made him couldn't help but opened his eyes curiously, wanting to see who the owner of the voice was, isn't there an evil monster behind him?

But he just opened his eyes and before he had time to look, there was a dazzling golden light piercing the darkness and flying towards him in the distance, brushing his cheek and shooting behind him.

This made him unable to bear to close his eyes again, and then he heard a muffled groan from behind, and then the strange fragrance disappeared.

…………………………………

Two days later, Jason received information about what happened here in the castle, and this time the scene was still discovered by a team of mercenaries.

"The same death?" Jason looked at Hassan in front of him with gloomy eyes.

"Yes, my lord."

Hassan said: "I have sent people to look at it, and it is exactly the same as the death of the villagers in the small mountain village in the northwest, and our people also found some two footprints leaving in the distance and a pool of frozen gray unknown Liquid, Black Crow's people have already followed their footsteps to catch up, I hope there will be results."

"Very good, take me to the scene immediately!"

After such a few days, the murderer couldn't help but strike again? Then it would be a great disaster to keep him.