The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Jiang Liujing had never played snowball fights with anyone.

It’s not that there has never been snow in the Lost Forest. On the contrary, the Lost Forest, which has rain all year round, also experiences a merciless drop in temperature in winter. Wherever Jiang Liujing goes, he can see trees covered in white frost.

But he had no one to play snowball with.

Xing Yue doted on him, but he was even more afraid that he would get sick. Before he learned magic, Jiang Liujing was just a bean sprout that would fall sick if blown by the wind in his eyes. It was strictly forbidden for him to leave the wooden house at this time in winter.

Later, the child's health improved after learning magic, and his grandfather's attention turned to training him. Jiang Liujing's requests for him to play in the snow always ended up with Xing Yue manipulating the snow into various weapons and chasing him around. After trying a few times, Jiang Liujing gave up completely.

As for looking for Sang Mo?

If Xing Yue's training intensity for Jiang Liujing was three points, then this person's intensity would start at seven points.

"I'm your teacher. What if I don't teach you well and you embarrass me when you go out?"

Sang Mo controlled hundreds of vines at the same time to throw snowballs at him.

"Didn't your grandpa say you were a little genius? How come you can't even last three minutes?"

Sang Mo used a snowball attack to break the magic barrier set up by Jiang Liujing.

"You're out of energy so soon? Stand up and keep playing."

Sang Mo walked to Miaomiao, who had collapsed exhausted in the snow and refused to get up. He was shrouded in shadow and looked down at him with a smile on his lips.

When Jiang Liujing recalled the green-haired old tree spirit's idle yet provocative words, he felt his back teeth unconsciously clenching.

He walked outside. The snowflakes had become noticeably larger than before he entered. They didn't melt immediately when they fell on him, bringing a chilly chill to his face.

He was still lost in his memories, completely unaware that something was wrong. He angrily raised his head and looked around, as if looking for someone. After looking around and finding no one, a brief moment of confusion suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Xiao Jing, what are you looking at?"

Mo Ya's voice came vaguely, as if it had fallen into a crack in time and space that was about to collapse.

Jiang Liujing suddenly woke up.

He came to his senses.

Where is the forest in front of me?

There were only three faces, each of different ages, staring at him at the same time.

The faces of his roommates.

"Are you okay, Xiaojing?" Mo Ya looked at him with some concern. "If you feel unwell, you can go back first."

Wen Xun, standing by, opened his mouth slightly, as if about to say something mean as usual, but then swallowed the words back as if remembering something, and reluctantly agreed, "That's what he said."

Chu Zhou was more reliable than the other two. He directly produced a large bag of alchemical potions from his palm and handed it to Jiang Liujing: "If you are sick, you can pick one to drink. If it doesn't kill you, it will basically cure you."

"..." Jiang Liujing declined his kindness, "Thank you Chu Zhou, but I'm not sick."

He just briefly fell into memories of the past in a specific environment.

He glanced at the snowflakes falling in the sky. The Dawn Empire was close to the south of the continent, and the snow usually fell later than in the north.

At this time, the Lost Forest and Ernst should have already entered the season of frost and snow, right?

……

"Whoosh, whoosh."

The breath that rushed out of her nose and throat trembled uncontrollably. Her dirty blond hair was a mess, mixed with blood, mud, and other sticky liquids that were indistinguishable.

A great fear seized his heart, and wet liquid rolled down his face, which was so stiff that he couldn't feel the temperature. Before it even reached his chin, it had already frozen into ice.

He closed his eyes and gasped for breath, and heard the sound of rapid footsteps coming from a location not far away from him. Every step made the earth roar.

The footsteps were gradually moving away from him.

Tears welled up in the young man's dry eyes.

Before today, he was a brave soldier in Heiyan. After hearing the news that one territory after another was falling, he was filled with indignation and signed up for the volunteer army despite his family's objections.

He was not afraid of death. Standing among the ranks of young soldiers who were as vigorous and high-spirited as himself, he felt the power of victory as he looked at the faces of those who shared the same dream of protecting their country.

They are just, and justice will eventually triumph over evil. Isn't that how history has always been written?

But reality hit him head-on like a cruel stick.

Dead, all dead.

War is a meat grinder. Tearing human life apart is no easier than crushing an ant.

He had already prepared himself mentally and should not have been afraid - if he had not seen the dark cavalry.

"Dark Wings".

He heard the people call them that.

The situation where the Black Rock side was in high spirits and even slightly overwhelmed the invading soldiers of the Moon Shadow Principality changed instantly after this team entered the scene.

They were like the scythe wielded by the god of death, moving lightly across the battlefield. Every dark arc that fell took away dozens of lives.

They seemed like devils born without emotions, the only thing they knew how to do was mechanically and repeatedly swing their knives, swing their knives, and swing their knives again, chopping off heads, severing spines, and trampling the wails of all living things under their feet.

The young man heard the magician accompanying the team say in despair: "We can't defeat them. The lowest level in their team is above level five."

Level five is considered the level of elite captains in any country's army, and there are actually hundreds of them in this team.

The well-trained Black Rock soldiers had already been largely decimated by the Moon Shadow Principality in the early guerrilla warfare. The remaining ones were mostly enthusiastic young men who had volunteered. Their combat prowess aside, their strength was generally only at level two or three. Against this Death Troopers, their greatest strength was to block the opposing blades with their own flesh and blood for a split second.

The young man thought that there was a high probability that he would become one of the corpses.

But he didn't, and he became the only lucky one who survived.

Because everyone was rushing forward with a desperate roar, only he turned around and ran back quickly.

If he couldn't do it, rushing forward would only lead to his own death. Reason roared in his mind, telling him that he had made the right decision.

As he passed his former teammates during training, he saw the disbelief in their eyes and the determination to move forward. The sound of death echoed behind him, a strange sound, a familiar sound, and he didn't dare to look back.

He escaped the boneyard, briefly, but soon found himself pursued by the dark horsemen, searching for him, a move that also meant the rest of the army had been wiped out.

He hid in the woods and covered himself in dried animal feces. This action concealed his scent and prevented him from being immediately discovered by the phantom beasts.

He was covered in a disgusting stench, exhausted both physically and mentally. He wanted to cry, but couldn't. He had no qualifications; he was just a deserter. He survived, but his soul and dignity were left behind on that land.

Where else could he go?

Where can a pathetic soul who has betrayed even his own ideals go?

"Master God of Law, please tell me."

He murmured in despair, clasped his palms together above his head, and bowed deeply towards the dome.

"Tell me, where will my destiny go?"

There was silence between heaven and earth.

The gods also abandoned him.

He raised his head with a sad smile, and looked at the sky with dull and lifeless eyes, but saw that in broad daylight, a star suddenly fell down with a long tail.

A faint flame ignited in his desperate heart again.

……north?

Is that the direction of Ernst?