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Chapter 129 Kai, Kill Me! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Wang Xi stood quietly in the snow.

Examine your mind; four green spheres are floating.

These four green cards all came from the Northern Captain of the three-star elite team; he didn't want any of the other miscellaneous cards.

"Owner!"

Just then, Ruri ran back covered in blood, and a muffled girlish voice came from beneath her onion-patterned helmet:

"Your Liuli is amazing! She sawed thirteen enemies to death in a row, and also shot eight more while she was at it!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xi nodded secretly.

After equipping the gear, Liuli possesses the strength of a four-star elite, and is especially adept at killing.

He complimented the kitten, but was met with a sullen grumble in return:
"Hypocritical master, all you do is spout empty words, can't you give me something practical..."

"I'll buy you some soda when we get back."

Wang Xi lowered his voice.

"Two bottles, frozen."

"You keep your word, meow."

Liuli finally calmed down.

After being unarmed, it returned to its docile state and jumped onto its owner's shoulder, saying affectionately, "My owner is so good."

As she spoke, she kneaded his shoulder, pressing back and forth with her paws, repeatedly muttering, "Demon Soda Suck Suck Suck Suck, Suck Suck Suck Hey Shoot."

It sounds like humming a song.

Wang Xi ignored it.

"Mr. Gay."

At this moment, Bev, who had just finished examining several corpses, stood up, turned to him, and said:

“Something’s wrong with these northerners. They carry a polluted aura...like the monsters in the Magic Forest that drank the water of the Black Lake.”

In fact, Beverly had noticed something unusual a few days earlier, but she wasn't quite sure at the time. Now, after observing it up close, her suspicions were confirmed.

"No wonder they are more brutal and bloodthirsty than rumored, and occasionally show signs of madness."

Wang Xi nodded in agreement.

He actually already knew this fact through the previous "retirement preview," but he didn't know the specific reasons.

"Miss Bev, has this kind of blackening pollution only appeared over at Black Lake?"

"That was certainly true before we came to the North."

The Sugar Witch walked gracefully towards them, her eyes thoughtful.

"But based on the symptoms of this group of northerners, it indicates that there are other sources of pollution besides the Black Lake... and they only appeared recently."

"This pollution is something even you three witches can't solve?"

Wang Xi seized the opportunity to ask a question.

However, Bev shook her head helplessly.

Sofia put her hands on her hips and snorted coldly:

"The power that blackened the mirror lake is neither magic nor elemental; we have no idea what it is... Not to mention us, even Lillian's fire cannot evaporate that black water."

"So unsolvable?"

Wang Xi was stunned.

In the labyrinths of the main world, the labyrinth monsters are basically in a state of complete corruption.

This inevitably led him to have negative associations.

He had initially guessed that the source of all this was that black lake... However, pollution had also appeared in the North, and many people in the North had become slightly blackened.

So where did all this pollution come from?

Wang Xi pondered this in his heart.

Suddenly, he faintly heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from afar.

He turned his head and raised an eyebrow.

It turned out to be an old acquaintance—

"Wendy, the Flower of the North (Enemy/Four-Star)"

...

...

The Iris Knight of Rendal, now the Flower of the North—Wendy Barov.

Clad in armor, her fur cloak and tied-up golden hair fluttering in the cold wind, her warhorse neighing, she led more than ten northern warriors at galloping toward their temporary stronghold.

Snowflakes splashed up, leaving a trail of patterns.

A year ago, she betrayed Randall and went to the North. With her extraordinary strength and ruthless methods, she quickly rose to become the first female "Yatal" (equivalent to a viscount in the kingdom) in the North. She was even bestowed the title of "Flower of the North" by the Grand Chief she served, the Grand Duke of the North to whom the young lady Sera was supposed to marry.

However, her ambition ultimately clashed with the cold reality.

The tribal chiefs joined forces to suppress any traitor to the kingdom and would not allow him to rise to the core of power.

Even during this surprise attack from the North, she was only assigned a mere dozen or so riders.

What suffocated her even more was that the operation had already spiraled out of control—the other Northern Legions had turned into monsters, burning, killing, and looting, while her squad, under her strict orders, only robbed food and property and tried not to kill civilians indiscriminately, but was also on the verge of backlash.

The eyes of her northern cavalrymen were like poisoned knives, as if they wanted to tear her to pieces. Wendy knew that if she showed the slightest weakness, these wolves would pounce and devour her until there was nothing left of her.

"Rendall..."

Wendy rode her horse, her mind unsettled.

This place, after all, was once her hometown, but now it has been reduced to ashes.

For some unknown reason, the northern tribes suddenly issued orders for a winter raid. Even the Great Chieftain, whom she considered usually shrewd, seemed to be possessed and agreed to this almost insane military operation without hesitation.

All hell breaks loose.

Suddenly, Wendy caught a glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of her eye, her expression changed slightly, and she quickly pulled on the reins.

The law——

The horse came to a sudden stop, its front hooves rearing up.

"this?!"

Wendy gasped when she saw what was happening.

A snow-covered path led directly to the stone and wood houses in front, but as far as the eye could see, there were only the mutilated corpses of northerners.

On the left and right sides, rock giants taller than houses appeared out of nowhere, with fire lizards, goblins, and other monsters crawling on their backs.

A group of ugly kobolds emerged from behind the trees, baring their teeth and aiming their crossbows at them. A beautiful forest sprite, covered in bark, also gripped her spear, ready to fire.

With a whoosh, Wendy was shocked and furious, and turned her head to look back.

A large group of fully armed armored figures blocked their retreat and surrounded their squad.

"Gibberish?!"

The northern cavalrymen beside Wendy cried out in fear.

She looked annoyed and snapped at him.

However, his men ignored him completely, as if they had lost their minds, and drew their short swords from their waists, intending to break through on horseback.

The next second—

Whoosh! !

A barrage of arrows, spears, and fireballs rained down from all directions, striking the charging northern cavalry.

Instantly, people and horses fell over, and screams filled the air.

After a round of long-range attacks, only one of the dozen or so men remained alive. He fell from his horse onto the snow, several arrows lodged in his shoulder and back. He howled and struggled to crawl out.

"Execute the order, kill the enemy."

A machine emitted a cold, mechanical sound, raised its leg, and crushed the northern cavalryman's head, splashing a red mark on the pristine white snow.

The cold wind howled, and snowflakes pelted Wendy's cheeks.

The surroundings suddenly fell into silence.

She sat frozen on the horse, her blood seemingly frozen, unable even to move the fingertips that gripped the reins.

Wendy opened her mouth in confusion, but no sound came out.

Why are these terrifying monsters in Randall? Did they slaughter the northern soldiers here?
My thoughts froze in fear.

She realized only one thing—

I'm afraid I won't escape this fate either!
Just then, her pupils suddenly contracted.

Ahead, through the snow, a group of handsome men and women dressed in luxurious attire slowly approached. The black-haired youth at the head of the group sent a shiver down her spine—that familiar face almost tore her reason apart.

"Gai?!"

Her voice suddenly rose in pitch, becoming so shrill that even she couldn't recognize it.

Wang Xi stopped a few meters away, a half-smile playing on his lips, and said softly:

"Long time no see, Ms. Wendy. How have you been up there in the North?"

"It's really you..."

Wendy gritted her teeth and hissed.

In a flash, she understood everything.

"So the rumors about the 'Queen's Sword' are true? And you are now a prince of the Stag Kingdom?"

Her voice trembled.

"And these monsters, and this heavily armored legion... were all your doing?"

Wendy gave a bitter smile, as if she could already see her fate when she uttered the last sentence.

Wow.

She suddenly dismounted.

A strong will to survive burned like wildfire down her spine; she was determined not to sit idly by and wait for death.

"Gai!" Wendy ripped off her hair tie, her disheveled hair whipping wildly in the north wind, her emerald eyes flashing with a resolute light. "Do you dare to have a swordsman's duel with me? Just like before."

She drew her longsword and pointed it straight at the black-haired youth.

The voice was hoarse yet clear:

"But this time, it's no longer a practice between teacher and student, but a life-or-death struggle—if you win, I'll offer my neck for slaughter. If I win, please spare my life."

“Gai!” Godariel rushed forward, frowning. “Back then, it was she who betrayed Randall, causing you to be imprisoned and suffer endless torture…”

Cinderella bit her lip and said coldly:
"Don't agree to her request. If you can't bear to attack your former swordsmanship teacher, I'm willing to kill her for you."

"..."

Wendy glanced coldly at Godariel, her silence as firm as iron. Her gaze then locked onto the dark-haired youth, awaiting her fate.

“Back in the underground prison, you could have killed me… but even when you left Randolph, you couldn’t bring yourself to hurt me.”

Wang Xi walked forward with his hands behind his back, his black cloak fluttering in the wind. He stopped, his voice eerily calm:
"Wendy, I'm giving you this chance."

The woman's pupils suddenly contracted.

With a flick of the young man's wrist, an ice crystal longsword materialized out of thin air. The sword's light, like a mirror, reflected her horrified face—magic? He had actually mastered extraordinary power!

"Drink!!"

Driven by her survival instinct, Wendy burst forward, her longsword wielding the weight of her life's training.

The fleeting glint of cold light—

Clang!
The broken sword spun and plunged into the snow.

Time seemed to freeze.

Wendy stood frozen in place, the cold tip of the sword pressed against her throat. She remained in a sword-wielding stance, looking at the man before her—her former student, the man she had loved but could never have—her emerald eyes gradually dimming.

one move.

Just one move.

The swordsmanship she had pursued all her life, and the dignity she was so proud of, all seemed to fall to the dust along with that broken sword at this moment.

"Just kill me."

Wendy loosened her grip, and the broken sword fell to the ground.

She tilted her head back, her voice as soft as falling snow through her disheveled hair.

"I plead guilty."

"..."

However, the ice crystal sword that she thought would pierce her throat melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into icy mist and dissipating.

Wendy stared blankly at Kai, her gaze fluctuating wildly, revealing her confusion.

"Tell me everything you know."

The young man said softly.

"This can be considered a form of atonement."

(End of this chapter)