Let us first move our eyes from the Wind Quay Plateau to the evergreen forest of Corpol on the border of the Principal of Aicrakit on the eastern plains.

A fifteen-and-six-year-old boy was carrying a girl who looked slightly younger than him, and pushed aside the branches and leaves of trees that were still lush in the cold winter, stumbled and moved forward with difficulty.

The boy dressed like an ordinary hunter, with a purple machete on his waist.

However, in recent years, hunters at this time will no longer venture into this jungle where there may be dangerous creatures wandering - monsters who are hungry due to lack of food in the cold winter are much more dangerous than in summer.

The girl was wearing a thin linen gown, her shoes were missing, and her little feet were frozen purple. She had a cotton forehead guard on her forehead, and there was also an eye pattern embroidered with gold and silver threads directly in front of her forehead.

If you get close, you can smell a strong smell of blood from the girl.

"Jon... enough, let me down..."

Suddenly, the sound of the girl's voice as if she was in the wind was heard in the boy's ears.

"Don't worry, Elsa. Just walk through this woods and reach that big city, and you will definitely be saved!"

Although his strength was almost exhausted, the boy still gritted his teeth and moved forward stubbornly regardless of his blistered feet.

"I... know very well in my heart...I'm already...unsuccessful."

The girl's voice was very calm and weak, but in the boy's ears, it looked like a thunder, making his body tremble.

Not long ago, the girl used her own delicate body to block a rune arrow with a curse for him.

Although he soon tried to deal with the girl's wound, the curse on the arrow still devoured the girl's life, making her wound completely unable to heal.

Until now, even the boy's back has been wet with blood.

"Don't give up, Aisha! Can't you see the future? Your future will definitely continue!" The boy shouted, regardless of his own voice, which might attract pursuers, and encouraged his childhood sweethearts who grew up together.

"Sorry, Jon... finally got out of there... from now on... you may have to leave you alone..."

The girl's voice gradually began to weaken.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Sure enough, that uncle is right! Soul tools and other things... can only bring misfortune to people!"

The boy's words were already filled with a nasal voice: "Wenna also left us because of her soul tools, and now even you..."

"Jon... can't say anything..." The girl's voice suddenly increased a little: "It is because of the soul tools... we can escape from the slave owner..."

"Your sister... Wenna is... She believes that at the end of her life...the soul tools are the power that can bring people happiness..."

Trying to squeeze out the little life left by myself, the girl wanted to pass on her mood to the boy to know: "I am... the days I have escaped with you... are the happiest days in my life..."

The boy named Jon was stunned and felt something cold fell into his collar.

I think it must be the girl's tears.

"Don't resent this world...Don't resent the soul tools...You have to live well with me and Wen Na..."

The unconscious legs were finally tripped by the air roots of the trees exposed outside the ground. The boy and the girl fell to the ground together.

"I can't do it. I can't imagine a world without you."

The boy climbed up from the ground with difficulty. Regardless of his gray face, he sat next to the girl, and tears fell down.

"Cough cough..." The girl's face turned paler because of the impact of falling to the ground. She coughed for a while and tried hard to squeeze out her last smile: "Jon... tell you a secret..."

"What?" The boy held the girl's palm, which was gradually becoming cold, and sniffed.

"Actually... in order not to be found by those guys... Wenna's soul tool... was swallowed by me..." She wanted to show a naughty smile to the boy as usual, but her face covered in tears made her unable to do such a thing. She tried her best to reach out and took off the forehead guard on her head and put it in the boy's hand: "When I die... cut my belly open... and take out that from the inside... you will have three soul tools in total... you will definitely be a hero that everyone admires."

"What a joke!" the boy shouted: "Don't say stupid things! How could I do that!"

"Isn't it your dream to be a hero?" The girl's eyelids began to droop uncontrollably: "Use the power of the soul tool... to save more people... After becoming the world's number one hero... you can also tell others... you once had a... the best childhood sweetheart... the best lover..."

"I don't want anything in the past! Didn't I agree to stay with me all the time?"

The boy could no longer bear it and hugged the girl's body in tears: "Don't leave, I beg you!"

"Sorry... I... can't see... my future anymore..."

At this moment, white and cold snowflakes began to slowly fall from the sky.

It seems that even God is crying for the girl.

——The edge of the evergreen forest of Kopole—

"It's so cold." A soldier wearing the standard leather armor of the Akrakit Duke team held the spear in his arms, dusted off the snow accumulated on his shoulder armor, rubbed his hands with leather gloves, and let out a breath of white breath at them. He probably wanted to warm his hands, but unfortunately he had no effect at all: "I said, is it just a few slaves that can be used to find such a big formation? Even the Cold Scale Worm Legion, the strongest unit of the Principality, has pulled out. I'm really frozen to death."

"I heard that the fugitive had an amazing treasure on him this time. He was obviously just a few untouchables, but he even killed the high-level monster who had spent a lot of money to train and used to take care of the slaves."

Another soldier beside him who was spying on the bushes shrugged and replied casually

"No way? Isn't Mr. Basha the famous rich master in the country? I remember there was no news before that he bought a monster with a level 20 or above? A mere slave who doesn't even have magical talent..."

The complaining soldier was shocked.

"Who said no?" Maybe I felt a little tired from work, another soldier paused a little with a spear, pulled open the iron cover to wipe his sweat: "Even the masters in the Qiyao Master Tower were alarmed, so of course the Duke could not sit still."

After saying that, he continued his work while waiting for his companion to answer.

But after waiting for a while, he still didn't hear a response, so he turned around and wanted to see if the companion was slacking off again, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The soldier who had just complained was split in half from the middle, with blood and internal organs splattering all over the floor, and he didn't even have time to scream and die like that.

Next to the body was the fifteen-year-old boy on the wanted notice.

At this moment, the other party was holding a purple machete in his right hand, a forehead with an eye pattern tied to his forehead, and a red thing in his left hand. The soldier noticed that the hand where the boy was holding the thing was stained with blood and solidified about black.

He swallowed with some creepy saliva. The soldier immediately rolled into the bushes as he learned during military training, and then hid behind a tree that was thick with two people, intending to use that as a cover to send a help signal to the surroundings.

However, the next moment, he found that he and the tree were cut from his waist by the other party with a machete, and cut into two pieces!

How is it possible... it is obvious that the other party is just an ordinary person... Such a ridiculous thing...

"Your future ends here."

At the end of his life, what the soldier heard was the boy's cold voice. (To be continued...)
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