Winter is one step closer, and the leaves have withered and fallen, hiding food under layers of stacks.

Suddenly, under a pile of dry leaves, a squirrel sprang out, and ran up the trunk with a somewhat shriveled fruit, and in its nest, it poked its head out and looked around when its breathing became quieter.

Click, click!

One foot trampled the leaves under his feet, and the owner of this foot frowned deeply, these leaves under his feet were so annoying.

The squirrels stood on the branches of the trees and looked at them, these animals from nowhere were so strange, not only walked on two feet, but also had no hair on their bodies and no tails, and they were all black, which did not look good at all.

The cloaked man at the head pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, so that the blade of the sword would not sway with his footsteps, and he could draw his sword with his backhand when it was too late to take out his shield.

He stopped first, and then the people behind him stopped.

Two seconds later, a wanderer fell lightly from the tree, even if he stepped on the leaves, but did not make a sound.

"It's just ahead, about five hundred feet. ”

The wanderer reported to the leader in a deep voice, not knowing what he was talking about.

The leader's hood shook slightly, bowed slightly, and commanded sideways: "Spread out, prepare for battle, pay attention to the time, and start acting in ten minutes." ”

"Understood. ”

After receiving the order, the four people who had been following the leader also dispersed, and even the wanderers in front of the leader disappeared at some point.

Taking out his pocket watch, the leader glanced at the time, then put it away and stood there silently counting the time.

With the rhythm of his breathing, his muscles were tensing and relaxing, and he was adjusting his state, trying to adjust to the most suitable state for the battle within ten minutes.

The number of legends of Sloe Mendes is not too many, if you don't count the legends that have appeared in the past and have now been buried by history, there are only hundreds of real 'legends'.

If you count the legends who have lived in seclusion or traveled to other planes and worlds, there may be a little more number.

However, there are many 'transcendental' who can compete with the 'legend' with their own strength, but they have not achieved their own legend, just like the Knight of Kyle and the Knight of Tosoro, if it weren't for their duty to drag them down in the Sadwind Realm, they would have become 'legendary' long ago.

There are many reasons why these 'transcendents' did not become 'legends', either because they didn't have a proper fight, or because they did it on purpose.

Becoming a 'legend' means that your information is about to be put to the fore, and many wanderers will try to avoid this as an assassin or intelligence agent becomes known to the public.

There aren't many wanderers who volunteer to become 'Legends', but there are quite a few Wanderers who passively become Legends.

There are always some fools who think that if a killer becomes a 'legend', then the killer is not much of a threat, but then they also pay the price for their stupidity - when the killer becomes a 'legend', the killer becomes more powerful, because not many people know the true identity of the killer, so the identity of the killer becomes a 'legend', not only can he use this power, but others can also use it, but how much power can be exerted depends on the strength of the user.

This is the origin of the Assassin organization 'Brotherhood', because the organization requires every killer to be like a brother and not keep each other, so the name of the organization has become 'Brotherhood' at some point, and the man who can't be named may or may not have died long ago, whether he is dead or not, his 'legend' has been passed down and has become one of the many powerful forces in the multiverse.

Since then, it has become a consensus in the multiverse that if you want to create a 'legend', you must 'know its true identity or some characteristics that no one else can impersonate'.

Because of this consensus, many wanderers and some 'transcendents' with ulterior motives have chosen to continue to hide their identities, otherwise their identities will be thoroughly investigated.

Now that he was standing here, it meant that their superiors had confidence in him and those of his companions, even if their enemies had already had a glorious record of crushing a god incarnate and facing four 'Legends' on their own

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I still have enough confidence in myself.

The black dragon named 'Cervantes' had completely relaxed, he only needed to fly one more night tonight to reach the Tempest Realm, and at such a safe distance, no matter who would be able to relax, let alone the arrogant and impudent black dragon.

The warrior untied his cloak in the bleak autumn wind, took out the shield he had on his back, fastened it to his left arm, pulled his one-handed sword out of its scabbard, and threw it to the ground.

There's still time, three minutes—

The body has been adjusted, what the warrior needs now is to let his calm mind burn with the will, a true warrior does not need to be calm, because calmness will only make him timid, it will only make him retreat, but a warrior can't do this!

A warrior should be indomitable, he should break through all obstacles, he should break everything that stands in his way, until he wins or dies.

Victory or death, only these two are the true destination of a warrior!

But he didn't want to die, and he tried his best to avoid his own death in every battle, and escaping only sent him down the path of 'death' from which there was no turning back.

So he won't run away, he'll just go and fight, fight, fight, and win, win, and win!

Death is the end of the enemy, and victory is his destination.

Recalling the battle of life and death he had experienced in the past, the warrior's heart was beating faster, his blood was boiling, and the corners of his mouth were grinned, revealing a hideous smile.

The hot blood in his body is awakening his 'sleeping' body, and the translucent skin symbolizes the glory of 'immortality'!

It is precisely because of 'a hundred battles will not die' that he stands here, so he has so many memories, so he has confidence and courage!

Time remains...... One minute!

But the warrior couldn't wait any longer, and the battle intent that was about to come out kept pacing in his mind, so he closed his eyes again, for fear that the outbreak of battle intent would be detected by the black dragon with keen perception.

But the more he tried to avoid it, the faster those memories flickered in front of his eyes, the images of constantly killing the enemy kept reappearing in front of him, and the memories of escaping death from the enemy's hands many times began to seize his rightful place, and those memories that could stimulate the adrenaline rush were constantly indicting his 'patience'......

The warrior's breathing became heavier and heavier, and as the breath entered his lungs, it was not only oxygen, but also the magic in the air that stimulated his blood and mind, and the hand holding the sword was trembling, not from fear, but from excitement - he was almost overpowered!

Even his steady breathing began to tremble, the excitement could no longer be suppressed, and the fighting spirit was about to break out!

Three!

Two!

- One!

"Heh......"

The warrior opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of scorching vapor, and suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze through the obstruction of countless trees, locking on to the enemy hidden in the woods.

"Cervantes ......"

The right hand clenching the hilt of the sword had stopped trembling, and the warrior took a step forward—challenge, fight, fight!

Then, victory, or death!

"Hehehe......"

The uncontrollable rampant laughter in the warrior's throat had burst out, and he lowered his body slightly, his eyes staring straight ahead.

500 sq. ft. ......

A charge!

So, start charging!

Victory, or death –

"Cervantes Doig Screaming Wind !!"

The warrior sent out his war letter, and Cervantes did receive it.

Behind the countless trees, the black dragon ......

Open your eyes!