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The village of Kolca, a small village deep in the Thunder Mountains.

There are quite a few such simple and small villages in the entire Thunder Mountains, and they belong to the kind of ultra-small villages that can clearly see the other end of the village from one end of the village, and the total population is less than 60 people.

Because there are many fierce beasts in the mountains, the villages are mostly occupied by hunters. Years of hunting have allowed them to hone their skills in dealing with wild beasts, especially bows, arrows, and traps. And the best hunter who is famous for a hundred miles, the marksman Maiwen, lives in this village.

Legend has it that this marksman Mai Wen was once a member of the city guards of a nearby big city, and he was the city lord's right-hand man, but it was only because the heirs of the old city lord died that he temporarily returned to this place of origin to escape the turmoil.

Mountain villages sleep early.

It was just getting dark, and there were already rare lights in the small mountain village.

There was a "squeak", and the wooden door of a simple wooden house near the edge of the mountain village slammed softly, and a sturdy adult man came out of the house.

It is almost autumn, and the weather has become more and more cold, especially in the mountain villages at night. Ordinary people still feel cold when they wear heavy animal skin jackets, but this adult strong man is only a thin layer of leather armor, but he can stand in the cold wind without changing his face.

The wooden door was slightly open, and the faintly beating light of the bonfire was cast from the room, and a half-sized man poked his head out of it, asking suspiciously about the adult strong man.

"Uncle Maiwen, what's wrong? It's so cold outside, will there be wild beasts entering the village? ”

"There's something wrong outside!" The adult strong man stood alone, listening to the movement of the mountains and forests in the distance, and replied without looking back.

"Uncle has set up a lot of traps outside the village, isn't it just a good time to fight a few wild beasts and satisfy your cravings?"

Speaking of eating and drinking, Ban Xiao couldn't help but think of the squeak of fragrant barbecue and grease falling on the fire on the campfire, and couldn't help but swallow a big mouthful of saliva. At his age, it was the time to eat, thirst and sleep.

"Go back! Today's mountains and forests are too quiet, I want to go and see them! Look at this posture, there may be some large beasts nearby, you stay in the house and don't run around! ”

The adult strong man Maiwen listened for a while, and finally made up his mind to go to the mountains and forests to inspect it. Somehow, from the beginning of the dark, his heart has been pounding and pounding, and he has never been able to calm down, just like the hungry cheetah he first encountered 13 years ago. The instinct of danger is always haunting my mind, but I can't find the source of danger, and this feeling of being targeted is really uncomfortable.

Carrying a large and special hunting bow and a large pot of hand-sharpened bows and arrows, Maiwen set off. Before leaving, however, he hesitated for a moment, and inserted a long, sharp dagger he had brought back from the army into his belt.

The mountains and forests at night are eerie.

Under the cold wind, the dry branches danced wildly, and under the reflection of the bright moon, countless messy and ugly shadows were projected.

Out of the village, Maiwen walked slowly along a sheep's intestine path to the mountains and forests.

Along the way, he walked very slowly, crouching down from time to time to check some hidden grass on the side of the road. It is a place where large beasts like to walk, and it is also a place where traps and traps are buried.

The mountains and forests not far away lay there in a dark and dreary manner, like an ancient fierce beast waiting for its prey to come to the door, and the sharp howl brought by the cold wind through the treetops was its low roar.

Maiwen took off his bow, put on his arrow, maintained his half-strength state, and slowly and cautiously entered the mountain forest.

The dim and dull woodland was still as silent as before, and even the sound of the wind that was still whistling in my ears just now gradually stopped, and a suffocating solemnity permeated the forest.

Only faintly, Maiwen could hear a familiar "da-da" sound of horses' hooves. The crisp sound of this kind of war horse galloping has been with him for many years, and it is so familiar and friendly, but at this moment, it sounds extra creepy.

The crunch of the horse's hooves is getting closer.

Maiwen immediately exerted his arm and drew his bow to attack, his eyes quickly scanning the surrounding woodland.

How is this possible?

It's a steep semi-mountainous area, and no horses can climb up at all, so how can a horse gallop through the dim and rugged woodland?

In such an environment, a single horizontal branch or a stumble can cause the rider to break his neck and break his spine on the cold and hard frozen ground. So even the best knights in the army did not dare to do this.

A few clouds of turquoise flames suddenly appeared in the dark forest mist, floating in the air and rushing towards Maiwen, and the sudden sound of horses' hooves became louder and louder.

When the huge black shadow approached, Mai Wen, who had been in the army for many years, really saw its full picture.

That's a war horse?

Maiwen had never seen such a vicious and violent war horse. The dark and colorless skin, the turquoise flames burning on the four hooves, eyes, and long tail, tall and mighty like a beast in a charge. Even the knight on the horse was in a pitch-black full suit of armor, and the cold and stiff steel reflected a chill. However, what made Maiwen's heart palpitate the most was not that the knight's horse was flying in the air, but that he didn't have a head at all.

No, it's not that he doesn't have a head, he has a head, and ...... And this head hung from his waist. As the black horse galloped rapidly, the head of a dead man with a pale and rotten face was wide open, and his gloomy gaze stared coldly at the hunter with a bowed bow and arrow.

The distance of more than 100 meters was fleeting, and just as Maiwen was stunned, the Headless Horseman had already driven the undead black horse to his approach. There was a metallic sound, and the dazzling reflection of the fierce long knife flashed in the forest.

If it were an ordinary Orion, it is estimated that he would have been slashed by the Headless Horseman at this moment.

In the lonely mountain village in the middle of the night, the headless horseman of the sky, such an absurd and treacherous scene is enough to deter most of the mountain hunters who have never seen the world, and the slightest hesitation is the end of the corpse. However, years of military experience have given Maiwen a certain immunity to all kinds of strange things, and finally successfully reacted before the slashing knife was present.

With a whistling sound, the sharp arrow on the bow finally came out of the string, nailed right in the middle of the headless horseman's pitch-black armor, and just a moment of condensation, then immediately crumbled into sawdust in the sky. And Maiwen rolled on a lazy donkey, and narrowly escaped the swing of the saber.

Da-da-da-da

The sound of horses' hooves became more and more urgent, and the undead black horse trampled on the void as if it were walking on the ground, and stepped over the top of Maiwen's head. Under the drag of the huge horse chopping knife, a waist-thick forest tree behind the hunter broke in response, and slowly fell down with a huge squeaky grinding sound.

The undead dark horse galloped through the sky, and only drew a semi-circular arc and circled back again. The black-armored knight on the horse was as cold and hard as usual, only the knight's head hanging from his waist kept sneering.

"You're nice, little one! How about considering being one of my squires? ”

The Headless Horseman reined in his horse, his sturdy and majestic body standing in the deep darkness, more and more like a slaying demon crawling out of the Nine Hells against the faint phosphorescence of the blue fire.

Maiwen had already drawn his bow and arrows again at this time, but the temptation just now made him understand that the weapon in his hand could not hurt the opponent for half a point. The bluff at this time is not so much about wanting to attack the enemy, but about emboldening oneself.

"Demon, go back to your wicked land, and don't try to bewitch me! I'm not going to be your accomplice! Maiwen's answer was as cold and crisp as his arrow, but his face finally changed when he saw that the Headless Horseman's gaze did not stop at him at all, but landed on the quiet mountain village not far away.

"Truly...... I like your tough personality and can give you more time to think. But before that, I had something else to do! ”

There was no headless horseman urging the war horse, and the undead black horse had already raised its head to the sky with a long neigh, its four hooves flipped, and it swooped down towards the small mountain village in the void.

"Demon, come back, come back and fight me......"

Maiwen couldn't help but be horrified in his heart, and the sharp arrow swooped towards the head of the headless horseman's waist, turned his hand and threw down the hunting bow, pulled out his long dagger and ran after the other party.

The Headless Horseman turned around and flicked it lightly, and then with a series of eerie sneers, he was covered in black mist, and rushed into the mountain village like a fierce god.

The previous "fight" between the two was so loud that it had already alarmed this small village that was close at hand. A dozen disheveled hunters had just emerged from the hut and looked up to see the treacherous Headless Horseman running against the wind in the sky.

While they were still rubbing their eyes to make sure what was happening before them, the swift Headless Horseman had already swept past them to the sound of clattering horses' hooves. Almost no one could see how the enemy attacked, and the blood splattered from the bodies of a dozen Orions, and the stumps flew wildly. But before their bodies could fall to the ground, a sudden surge of black gas had enveloped them inside.

The sound of flesh and blood corroding was so piercing that after a moment or three, the black mist dissipated, leaving only a broken white skeleton with an eroded face beyond recognition.

Ahh......hhh

The screams of women and children rang out one after another, and the whole mountain village was plunged into chaos.

After a while, holding the cold long dagger in his hand, Maiwen knelt weakly at the entrance of the village, looking at the desolate mountain village in front of him after being slaughtered by the Headless Horseman, and the tears of the bean finally rolled down.

In less than 5 minutes, this small mountain village where he was born and raised became a dead place.

After slaughtering the villagers, the Headless Horsemann set their huts on fire with the torches they had dropped, and then stepped away in the air amid the screams of the Horseman.

Most of the wooden houses have been toppled, and a few lit fires are raging everywhere, licking a qiē that can be ignited, turning the small mountain village into a sea of fire!

However, at this moment, at the place where the Headless Horseman fell off the cliff a hundred miles away, a team of strangely shaped white-armored guards occupied this place, carefully rummaging through the traces left by the other party.

It can be seen from the neatness of their armor and the vigor and ability of their movements that this is a group of elite fighters who have undergone strict combat training. But here, they are just obedient servants, and the real ones who can talk are the three wizards standing side by side on the top of the cliff.

Soon, fragments of armor and some broken unknown body tissue were brought to the three wizards.

The three of them wore the same loose cloth robes in gray or white, and wore wide-brimmed peaked hats, and their tall and thin bodies exuded a cold and mysterious aura. Although they belong to different wizarding organizations, they are rarely extremely polite to each other. After gathering it, he picked up the residue with his long, sharp and slender nails, and began to pull out some strange ointments and juices to test their properties.

After a few moments, the basic conclusions came out.

There's nothing wrong with that strong aura of negative energy that belongs to the undead, and the target is the intruder they're tracking. It's a pity that the other party obviously also has some kind of anti-detection and anti-prophecy measures, which can actually prevent them from casting spells to further determine its location. Moreover, the way the other party left was also very unusual, and many burned horseshoe marks were found at the scene, but the specific whereabouts of the enemy could still not be found.

As they whispered their next move, a white-armored guard suddenly pointed to the distant sky and whispered.

In the dark night, the cliff top they were on undoubtedly had a good line of sight, and they could see a faint red light flashing in the distance in the eastern sky, and it looked like the fire should be not small.

On fire at this time?

The three wizards exchanged suspicious glances, and after a little discussion, two of them took out items that looked like brooms and flew quickly into the distance under them. After the rest of the team cleaned up the scene, they followed it down under the leadership of another wizard.

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