Lord of the North

"The death is the same, it is indeed the same murderer."

Jason stood in this abandoned camp, looking gloomy at the mummified corpses scattered around, as well as the hounds who died violently not far away.

They have a common feature of these corpses is that there is no wound on the body.

But the victims in this camp resisted before they died, instead of dying in their sleep like the residents in the small mountain village.

"My lord, it's just that these two footprints are a little strange."

Hassan came over and pointed to the footprint beside the boulder not far away. Obviously this person came here with the victim, but everyone else was killed, but he was with the owner of another footprint. left.

"Is it lurking inside this mercenary squad?"

Jason squatted down and looked carefully at the few footprints marked by members of the Black Crow, his brows were tightly frowned.

Because the ice and snow have already melted, the footprints left behind are not very obvious, but it can be vaguely seen that they are traces left by very ordinary boots.

In addition, the first person who discovered here had already destroyed the scene once, causing the members of the Black Crow to spend a lot of effort to restore it, and marked the most important clues with white ash.

"No, it's not very likely."

But he immediately vetoed his doubts, because his footprints did not extend to the dead hounds on the other side.

As for the possibility of poisoning, they had already rejected it from the very beginning. The members of the Black Crow did not find traces of poison at the scene, and people with such strange abilities did not need to use poison.

"Where is the gray unknown liquid you mentioned?" Jason stood up and looked around for a week, before asking the Black Crow members beside him.

"It was found on the side of the boulder, but I have been carefully protected."

The member of the black crow replied respectfully, he felt very keenly that the origin of the unknown liquid was not that simple.

After all, at the scene of a murder, it is always easy to be puzzled by the appearance of such things that have never been seen before.

"Take me to have a look." Jason nodded, agreeing with his approach.

"You see, my lord, that's what it is."

The man guided Jason to five or six steps to the left of the boulder, where four men wearing black masks were guarding.

Jason squatted down and observed carefully, but he didn't reach out to touch rashly.

The strange thing is that these unknown liquids have turned into ice-like solids. It stands to reason that this temperature should not have such a change.

"It's not icing."

Jason softly concluded that it should be a characteristic of this substance, and suddenly he felt a faint scent lingering at the tip of his nose, and he couldn't smell it unless he felt it carefully.

"Did you smell a fragrance?" He looked up suspiciously and asked, there should be no flowers blooming in this season.

"It doesn't have any scent?"

The member of the black crow moved his nose, but he didn't feel the fragrance in Jason's mouth, so he replied in a low voice, "I'm afraid it's because you've been working too hard recently, and you feel wrong?"

"No."

At this moment, Hassan, who had his eyes closed, denied his words, and slowly opened his eyes: "Your Excellency, I feel right. There is indeed a strange fragrance, which seems to have a soothing effect."

Hassan was a little uncertain, he just keenly felt that his recent agitation had calmed down a little bit, although it was not obvious, it could not prevent him from drawing this conclusion.

Because as a killer, he is the most sensitive to the control and perception of emotions.

The Black Crow member hastily closed his eyes to feel carefully, but had to admit in frustration that he still hadn't found anything.

"Is that the reason?"

Jason squinted his eyes and looked at the gray liquid crystals quietly left on the ground. His men were all nearby, and there was nothing abnormal, so the result could only be this.

"My lord, our hounds don't want to approach here."

This is a security guard running over anxiously,

They originally wanted to rely on the hunting dog's tracking ability to search for some clues, but after the hunting dog entered the camp, they never came close to the boulder.

If it is dragged over by force, it immediately collapses on the ground and whimpers, looking pitifully at its owner with terrified eyes.

"..."

Jason and Hassan looked at each other, seeing the surprise in each other's eyes, then Jason frowned and turned his eyes back to the crystals on the ground.

When he was in the small mountain village, the hound didn't seem to resist rejecting it.

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Bouman is an orphan. His parents passed away when he was young, and he survived entirely on the help of his neighbors.

He has always felt that he is very ordinary, and even said that he is not even ordinary. He does not have the strong physique common to people in the Northland, and he is very reluctant to hunt, but he is very kind.

It is often said that in this world, kind people do not live long. Fortunately, he met a kind-hearted Uncle Qiao, but not long ago, Uncle Qiao also left and was killed in front of him.

Bouman rushed to the weak and weak, he wanted revenge, but he had no ability, the gods seemed to be joking with him, just when he was going to meet death and let Uncle Joe have a companion on the way to death.

The hope of revenge came, and they were like the messengers of the gods, repelling the evil monster.

"Brother Tim, what is that monster?"

Walking on the road, Buman looked nervously at a hot blue-haired woman in a tight outfit in front of her, and asked a big man beside her in a low voice.

It was these two who defeated the monster that night and brought him back from the brink of death.

"The monster's name is Adrian, and it ran out of the sea. Derek and I have been chasing and killing it along the big river to the south for several months."

Tim is a very hearty big man. When he mentioned the big snake, he was very angry. There was a huge spear on his back. The clothes on his body were made of something. It looked thin but very solid.

"Tim."

Derek, who was walking in front, turned his head and glared at Tim with some dissatisfaction, blaming him for revealing these things to a human being.

There are some strange dark blue patterns on her face, and her eyes are sea blue, which adds a bit of strange charm to her.

Seeing her turn her head to reprimand, Tim immediately shut up, he didn't dare to provoke this aunt, otherwise the bones would have to be loosened again.

"Human, you can leave when you get close to your residence, don't follow us anymore."

Derek put his gaze on Bouman again, and his tone was a bit indifferent. She didn't like humans at all.