Battle for Northern Frontier: The game begins with the grassland woman buying him.

Although Lin Yuer was a little worried, Mandu was eventually driven away by Su Zhan, and Mandu seemed to have really given up, not returning for a whole day. Lin Yuer's heart finally settled down by evening.

Su Zhan remained calm, staying by Lin Yuer's side to work, eat, and sleep together.

Two days of such peaceful living passed in a row, and in Lin Yuer's eyes, all of this was over.

However, Su Zhan did not think so, because he observed that there were often suspicious people around the tent.

These people strolled around Lin Yuer's tent as if nothing was wrong. When Su Zhan looked at them, they immediately looked away and then walked away.

Su Zhan felt that this must be Mandu's doing.

That damned toad spirit! The lesson she learned last time only lasted two days. It seems Su Zhan will have to deal with her again.

As Su Zhan watched those who had been observing him leave, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. The glint was fleeting, and then he returned to his normal appearance and went back into the tent.

That night, Su Zhan continued to serve Lin Yuer diligently. After Lin Yuer fell asleep, Su Zhan put on his clothes, picked up his broadsword, and prepared to go out and take a look.

It is only polite to reciprocate. Since they are so persistent, Su Zhan will wipe them out.

Su Zhan quietly left the tent. It was quiet all around. It was a cloudy day with a dark and windy night, perfect for killing someone!

Su Zhan cautiously made his way toward the tent where Mandu and the others were, but after walking only a few dozen meters, Su Zhan frowned.

He realized someone was following him!

Su Zhan did not stop, but continued walking.

He was certain that someone was following him, so to avoid alerting them, Su Zhan pretended that nothing had happened.

As Su Zhan walked past a tent, he suddenly flashed and disappeared behind the tent. Then he held his breath and listened quietly to the sounds behind him.

Sure enough, not long after Su Zhan disappeared, a very faint, almost inaudible sound came from behind him—footsteps.

Although the person deliberately slowed their pace, they seemed to be in a great hurry, which gave away their voice.

A murderous glint flashed in Su Zhan's eyes, and his muscles tensed instantly. He remained in a stealthy posture, listening intently.

The sound grew closer, accompanied by slightly heavy breathing, and then a figure suddenly appeared not far from Su Zhan.

The figure was very tall, but somewhat hunched, wearing a tattered fur coat, and was anxiously looking around, clearly having lost sight of his target.

It's now!

Su Zhan sprang up from behind the tent like a ghost, making no unnecessary movements, and pounced on the tall figure's back with lightning speed.

The sword was not drawn, but the iron scabbard whistled as it slammed into the back of the opponent's neck.

Although Su Zhan didn't want to kill him, he still had to subdue him first. If this blow landed squarely, it would be enough to make him faint instantly.

But the tracker reacted extremely quickly. As the sound of the scabbard cutting through the air rang out, he suddenly rolled forward. Although his movements were clumsy, he successfully dodged Su Zhan's scabbard.

The scabbard grazed his shoulder, only picking up a tattered piece of cloth and a few strands of hair.

Su Zhan's eyes lit up immediately, and he thought to himself, "Impressive skills!"

But Su Zhan's movements did not stop. The fact that his opponent was able to dodge his attack fully demonstrated his threat, so Su Zhan had to take him down!

Su Zhan flicked his wrist, retracting the scabbard, and at the same time, his left leg swept down like a steel whip towards the opponent's lower body with great force, aiming to knock the opponent down.

The follower had just rolled to his feet and was not yet on his feet when faced with this fierce sweeping leg. Instead of dodging or evading, he let out a low growl and pounced like a wounded tiger.

He abandoned his defenses and gripped Su Zhan's abdomen and waist and the arm holding the knife with both hands like iron clamps, wanting to trade injury for injury and fight to the death.

This fierce fighting style is exactly like that of a suicide squad on the battlefield!

Su Zhan's pupils contracted slightly. The opponent's desperate stance put pressure on him, forcing him to change his move. He swept out a leg and then pulled it back, slightly turned his body, bent his left elbow like a hammer, and slammed it hard into the attacker's chest. At the same time, he gripped the hilt of his knife tightly with his left hand, ready to draw his sword at any moment.

"Bang!"

A dull thud rang out as Su Zhan's elbow slammed solidly into the other man's chest. The follower groaned, his body jolting violently. The impact nearly made him cough up blood, but his hand remained unusually tenacious, still gripping Su Zhan's forearm and the clothes at his waist tightly.

The two instantly began to wrestle, their figures rolling and colliding in the darkness.

Su Zhan was stronger and more skilled, but the ruthlessness and deadly aura of his opponent, who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, made it impossible for Su Zhan to completely break free from the suppression for a time.

In the chaos, Su Zhan finally seized an opening in his opponent's defenses, slamming his right knee into the opponent's abdomen. At the same time, he suddenly broke free from the grasped arm and delivered a backhand slash to the opponent's neck.

But at this critical moment, the tent next to him suddenly lit up. With the help of the dim light, Su Zhan's gaze swept over the other person's face, which was contorted with pain and anger.

The face, stained with blood and dust, had an inexplicable sense of familiarity in its contours, especially its eyes, which bore a striking resemblance to Lin Yuer's!

This thought flashed through Su Zhan's mind like lightning, causing his palm strike to stop abruptly in mid-air, at which point the palm strike was only inches away from the opponent's carotid artery!

Almost simultaneously, the follower who had been pinned down by Su Zhan finally saw the young yet murderous face before him in the light, as well as the familiar large knife in Su Zhan's hand.

"This is my knife!"

The follower coughed, then spoke in a hoarse, angry voice, "Who are you? What did you do to my sister?"

He struggled, desperately trying to pounce on him again.

Su Zhan was struck dumb, he put down his palm and took a step back to create distance, his heart filled with unbearable horror.

Sister? Big knife?

Is this person Lin Yuer's brother?

"Wait, you're Lin Yu'er's brother?"

The man clutched his abdomen, panting heavily, his eyes still fixed warily on Su Zhan.

"I don't change my name, I'm Lin Qingshan. And who are you? Why are you out of my sister's tent in the middle of the night? What do you want?"

Lin Qingshan?

Su Zhan was now completely certain that this was indeed Lin Yuer's brother!

Su Zhan had heard Lin Yuer mention this name before, but he hadn't paid it any mind at the time. Now, everything was clear to him.

"I am Lin Yuer's husband, my name is Su Zhan."

"Wh...what?"

Lin Qingshan was stunned. His eyes widened as he stared intently at Su Zhan, as if trying to confirm whether the other was talking nonsense.

Just then, footsteps sounded from the side.

Su Zhan knew that the people in the nearby tents had been alerted and had come to investigate.

He didn't want to be seen, so he grabbed Lin Qingshan and ran to the side.

Although Lin Qingshan was somewhat resistant, he struggled for a moment before running off with Su Zhan.