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Leaving the chamber, Catherine's mood was very different from when she entered. It was definitely a surprising decision that Capro entrusted her with the fight for Alan. It seems that Capro's ears and eyes are not able to penetrate deep into the heart of the earth, otherwise knowing her current relationship with Allen, the marshal may not have given her this task. If Capro wanted to, he could have found a woman who was younger and more attractive than himself, if Alan was so easily seduced by beauty.

The situation is a bit more nuanced.

Kapro is confident, and that confidence is built on past failures. Throughout his life, he was forced to retreat by Sburnak. Who is Cosburnak, one of the two supreme beings of Agareth, a legendary figure on the same scale as O'Fasc, the king of justice. Losing to such a person will not lose Kapro's honor in the slightest. It was only as he said that he was made a big fuss by the current president at the time, and the prestige of the Golden Lion plummeted.

Even in this time of the struggle between the old and the new parties, Windsor Belo was like a brilliant meteor across the sky, and the light covered Capro. But in fact, if the two fight, they generally believe that Kapro has a better chance of winning, even if he recovers from his dark injury, but the background of a generation of legends is there, and no one dares to take it lightly.

So Capro never doubted any of his decisions, and it was almost impossible to hide from such a character. Only occasional coincidences like Catherine's can cast a shadow in Capro's sight.

Now that Kapro had given her such an opportunity, even if Catherine and Alan finally came together, it could have been called a fake and a real thing, so as not to make the old lion suspicious. For Catherine, this is an opportunity to legitimize her relationship with Alan. When the time comes, she will do something with the help of Allen's hand, and it will seem justified. At least leave the Sunrise alone, as he did last time, and General Russen won't say anything more.

Thinking of this, Catherine's lips tugged at a smile.

Frost Star.

In the howling of the wind and snow, there was a faint roar of wild beasts. Some of them looked like wolves, but their voices were sharp, and Alan wanted to plug his ears on both sides. He regretted not taking Lauder's tactical helmet with him, otherwise the shield on the helmet would have kept him out of the pervasive snow powder. It was the third day out of Chaos Canyon, and before daylight was on, a blizzard suddenly blew and the world was blurred. Everywhere there was a vast expanse of white snow, which had been crushed by the wind, turning into fine powder and mud that completely obscured Allen's vision.

In such a snowstorm, the field of vision is only a few meters, and the direction is difficult to argue. Alan didn't know where he was going, but he couldn't stop. Otherwise, it won't be long before the wind and snow will bury him. He had to find a shelter from the wind and wait for the storm to pass.

He was lucky, and it didn't take long for him to find a low slope. Alan sat down against the hillside, took off his backpack, rifle, and heavy knife, and covered his body with a cloak. By the time the snow had stopped, a snow bag had been piled up at his feet. Alan tore away the snow and stood up, and as far as he could see, the ground was already covered in snow.

This environment was not pleasant for him on a hike, but thankfully the wind and snow had stopped, and there was light and shadow on the ground again. Alan used daylight as a reference, re-oriented, and continued his trek east. Two hours later, a forest quietly looms. Ginseng ancient trees, the wind and snow are blocked, and the snow in the forest is gradually decreasing. Only the canopy of the trees was painted with patches of silvery white, and snowdrifts were built. From time to time, snow pours down from the canopy of the trees, resembling a silver waterfall.

Alan didn't know if the forest was the Holly Forest, but it was easier to walk in the forest anyway. What's more, the forest line spreads, from sparse to dense, but there is no other choice. Unless he diverted his route around the forest, that would be redundant. The forest was quiet, and most of the frosty beasts were asleep during the day. But the sky is getting darker, the day is fading, and the night is about to fall.

The daylight gradually turns from gray to golden, heralding the arrival of sunset. Allen has been more than ten kilometers deep into the forest, where the forest is lush and all kinds of hardy plants abound. The uneven ground was covered with not too thick snow, and the previous snowstorm was mostly blocked by the trees, so that the wind and snow did not enter the forest, and at the end of the ground was covered with new snow. The snow reflected the light of the sunset, casting shadows of varying sizes on the uneven ground.

Not far from Allen, an extremely faint, even intermittent, but straight shadow caught his attention. In the wilderness, there is almost no such thing as a regular shape. As he got closer, he realized that the shadow was the result of the snow rising up a line and building a long, low snow bank that left that shadow in the sunlight.

Alan crouched down, gently flicked the snow line with his hands, and even blew several breaths on the ground. A moment later, a rope buried in the snow was revealed. The rope is thin, burr-covered with dark green and dark brown colors, and it appears to have been torn into strips from the bark of a tree, then twisted into strands, and finally braided into the long rope. The rope is rough in workmanship, and because it has been buried in the snow for a long time, it has been frozen very dry by the ice and snow. It's easy to tear it off with just a hard pull.

It was tied between two ancient trees, and Alan looked up, and in the intertwined bald branches of the two ancient trees, he saw the sharpened corks. They are facing the snow above, and apparently, this is a simple and primitive trap. Alan reached out and pulled the long rope in the snow, breaking it with a slight force. The part tied to the ancient tree on the right quickly retreated, and there was a sound of branches and leaves trembling overhead, and then darkness fell from the sky in front of him. More than a dozen sharpened wooden towels snapped into the snow in front of them like cannonballs, bringing up snow powder everywhere.

It's not hard to imagine that if a beast had triggered the trap, it would have turned into a corpse in the snow.

Since there are traps, then there are people who set them. Judging from the primitiveness of the materials used in the trap, I am afraid that it was not laid by humans, but by the natives of the planet like the headhunters. Alan didn't want to waste wasted time, so he bypassed the trap. It's a pity that he didn't go far, and suddenly his heart moved. Immediately catching a sharp crack in the air, he stepped back, a spear sharpened from wood and painted in circles of dark red color nailed into the snow. When the spear body swayed alone, several more war spears shot from among the ancient trees around it.

Eren flashed left and right, avoiding the two. The remaining three bolts of lightning came, and his eyes lit up. The source force rushed out of the body. The spear shot at the source force light curtain, and was shattered and bounced off, and the fragments flew wildly, like bullets sweeping a fan-shaped area around the body. The trunks of the old trees were swept away and trembled, shaking off countless crumbs. As for the low grass and shrubs, the roots of the grass were broken and the branches and leaves were broken.

After a burst of random shooting, a figure staggered out from behind an ancient tree a few meters away on his right. After a few steps, he fell to the ground, and he was a headhunter. A fist-sized wound was blasted into his chest from the fragments of a spear filled with source power, and the surface of the wound was blurred with flesh and blood. The wounded headhunter was finally out of breath after a convulsion on the ground.

At this moment, a series of humanoid shadows appeared in the trees and forests, and Alan looked up and looked around, as if he had been surrounded by headhunters. Twenty or thirty headhunters were around, crouching in the canopy of old trees or burrowing out of the yellow grass. And no matter where they are, they all stare at Alan with murderous eyes.

Alan raised his hand and shook it: "See, I'm not your prey." It's better to leave now, and we can all save some trouble. ”

However, he was greeted by a roar, and a headhunter swooped down from the tree. A machete made of nameless beast bones was raised in his hand, and it slashed at Allen's head. Alan sighed lightly, and an extra magic rifle appeared in his left hand as if by magic, and shot out with three points.

The source force bullet pulled out a path of bright light, and the headhunter swung his knife and slashed away. The bone knife immediately bounced off, and then it was shot twice in the chest and fell out of the air. Looking at it like that, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive, but it's not enough to shock other headhunters. The natives of the planet yelled, each armed at Allen. Alan sneered, these headhunters whose source power is generally in the eleventh or second level are not even troublesome for Allen today, but it is a relative waste of time to solve them.

The magic rifle connected a few bursts of fire in his hand, blasting the head of one of the headhunters and forcing the other three out of the way. In his right hand, he held the blood and drew a few pieces of stirring red light, the red light was like silk, and the space of the forest was like a layer of blood. The headhunters who bumped into the silk light first had cracks in their bodies, and finally shattered and turned into splinters all over the ground.

In the blink of an eye, four or five headhunters died on the spot.

Allen stood in place with his left gun and right knife, and swept the headhunters around him with cold eyes. Just as they were about to organize another attack, a beam of light suddenly flashed from the depths of the woods and blasted into the midst of the headhunters, causing an explosion.

This is the beam of a high-energy cannon!

Then a continuous burst of gunfire rang out in Allen's ears, and the fierce lines of fire intertwined and weaved a network of firepower, firmly covering the headhunters surrounding Allen. Under this sudden attack, the headhunters kept falling. At this time, a sharp sound sounded in the forest again, and two figures flashed into the middle of the headhunters, both of them constantly harvesting the lives of the natives of these planets with curved swords.

Alan swept over them, but it was two twin brothers who looked exactly the same.

A few breaths of effort, the headhunters were killed and injured. Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the remaining natives immediately scattered and walked away in an instant, leaving only corpses in ambush.