Time goes back twenty minutes.
The sound of the pickaxe digging into the mountain wall continued to sound in the wind and snow.
The rock wall at the top of the valley was easily cracked by a man with one arm. Explosives with detonators inserted were gradually filled in. A gentle man wearing glasses and wrapped in a fur collar windbreaker supervised the work on the top.
He is the main person in charge of this interception and killing operation.
"Cole, can these few pieces of explosives really blow down such a thick rock wall?"
Cole glanced coldly at the man holding the sword carelessly behind him.
"Sotep, are you questioning my expertise?"
"Oh, how dare you, I've never seen how talented students like you kill people, I'm just curious."
"Then shut up."
He graduated from the Imperial Polytechnic of Philippe, and was different from these illiterate desperadoes. Their aura of ignorance made Cole feel sick.
As a student in the Department of Mining Engineering, he found the most reasonable hole location by visual inspection alone. This low-charge spacer structure produced very little blasting noise, and the explosion sound could not even be heard for a mile under the heavy snow.
He certainly didn't expect the falling rock to kill the count.
The earl's carriage was a gift from the king to Cavendish's ancestors. Not only was it equipped with seventh-level magic, but the texture of the carriage was far superior to ordinary metal and was not generally hard. It could be called a mobile fortress.
But no matter how strong it is, it is still just a carriage.
As long as the road is blocked, he can be trapped in place.
The one-armed man swung his hook and climbed up from the canyon wall.
"All done?"
"Finished pretending."
As soon as he finished speaking, an ugly woman with bat wings on her back emerged from the snowstorm, folded her wings and landed in front of the three of them.
"The count's motorcade will arrive in twenty minutes."
Cole nodded.
"Then, I'll repeat the plan again."
"When the convoy passes the second tree at the entrance of the canyon, I will detonate the detonator in the front half to block the road. Ruiji will go down to detect the position, and then I will find a way to smash the rocks in the middle and back half onto the roof of their car. Enter. Even if the convoy is protected by magic, it will be stuck in place. I will take care of the shield. What you have to do is not to let the count's people take him out of the encirclement... drag him until the wizard completes the spell casting, count. Death is certain."
He glanced at everyone.
"Do you understand everything?"
"Four-eyed boy, I have a question."
Sotep showed a bloodthirsty smile——
"What if I kill the count before the wizard completes the spell? Hahaha..."
The laughter suddenly stopped.
A dagger was pressed against his throat.
No one was holding the dagger, it was just hovering in front of his throat out of thin air, making no sound.
"You either listen to my command..."
Cole didn't see any movement, and the dagger suddenly moved forward a centimeter, and horrible blood dripped from the edge of the blade, dripping on the ground, dyeing the snow with red spots.
"Either get out of this mission, we don't need dead people."
The corners of Sotep's eyes moved, but in the end, he raised his hand.
"You are the boss, I listen to you."
The dagger instantly returned to Cole's coat, and he said expressionlessly:
"The one you want to kill is the most popular earl in this country. His body has the blood of the Eastern Kingdom's royal family flowing... This is something you, the beast slaves, war criminals, and those who fled south will never be able to touch in your lifetime. noble man, so you bunch of rubbish, listen up——"
"Be grateful, because only under this canyon are your lives equal and can be put on the gambling table together."
"Kill him, and then lead to glory and wealth, get rid of the unpleasant past, and become a new nobleman in the eyes of others."
.........
Cole reached the end of the canyon, and the smell of blood rushed towards him.
The rickety wizard was squatting on the ground, busy with something.
"Mr. Ramsay, the Count will be arriving soon."
"Jie Jie...it will be fine soon, it will be fine soon..."
Lying on the ground was a homeless man with all his limbs broken, but still breathing.
He inserted a sharp wooden stake as thick as an arm directly into his intestines and stomach, and then stirred it hard——
The human stick with the wooden stake stuck in it was thrown to the ground, and his extremely frightened eyes were gradually filled with hatred, and he was babbling.
The throat with the tongue cut out intermittently squeezed out vicious wails, as if cursing the wizard hidden under the cloak, vowing to drag him into hell with him.
There are eighteen more dying people on the ground who are constantly cursing like him.
"Fear, hatred, disgust, anger, complaints, curses... What a great firewood, it will surely burn the fire of the soul that will dazzle the earl!"
The wizard suppressed his ecstasy, walked to the iron cage aside, and stretched out his hand to the last person restrained inside.
"Cole, save me! Save me!"
Cheryl recognized the man standing next to the demon. The two had worked together under the Marquis. Cole was Cheryl's boss, and the two had even had sex several times.
Cheryl was like grabbing a life-saving straw. Even though her hands and feet were trapped by iron cuffs, she struggled to move as hard as she could. Her bandaged forehead was pressed against the railing——
"Please, please! I can be your mistress. I will give you all my property, the roots of magic, my research, whatever you want...save me——"
But Cole remained unmoved and looked at her with no emotion in his eyes.
"Do you need help?"
This is said to the wizard.
"Oh, if you could help me lift her out of the cage... I'll prepare the stakes first."
A look of despair flashed across Cheryl's eyes.
Cole's hand had already reached in and grabbed her hair.
But the moment the two came into contact, Cheryl's shadow suddenly left her body, pointed at the hand on Cole's shadow and bit her viciously——
"Use your life as a contract, use your shadow as a sacrifice, the devil is here!"
.........
On a steep slope less than 300 meters away from the canyon, four phantom tanks were parked.
Peter, Harry, Batman, Frey.
Several people who arrived here in advance buried their bodies in the snow and observed Cole and his party from a distance.
The wind and snow were so strong that they tried to meet the count in advance, but unexpectedly they got lost.
The snow buried the road, and the road from the canyon to Maghe Town ended in nowhere. In the end, the four of them returned here and waited.
They really waited for it.
"The enemies are Falcon, Winter Soldier, Nobi Nobita and Fat Tiger..." Peter gave the one-armed man, the bat-winged woman, the eye brother and the big man a nickname.
""Avengers 1: Nobita's Winter War" filming begins!"
Harry didn't want to pay attention to his abstract words. He was wearing a pair of slightly bloated glasses. This was a magic item he improvised on the road and could be used as a telescope.
"Wait... why are there suddenly two or three more... Hey, why is Cheryl there..."
Although I couldn't see clearly through the snowy curtain, they seemed to be... fighting?
"Is this internal strife?"
"Is there such a good thing? Show it to me."
Peter grabbed the glasses, and then he saw Cheryl controlling four deformed golems to fight four in the valley, showing extraordinary bravery.
There seemed to be something wrong with her appearance, but the four demon puppets actually fought with them inextricably, which was so exciting.
"Damn it, there's really a fight!"
