Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

Bai Lang kicked the opponent's weapon away and then slashed the man's neck with her hand knife. The man in black immediately fell limp to the ground. Bai Lang was very pleased with her move and felt that it was similar to some plots in Yan country's martial arts films. Although she didn't know how to control the force to knock people out, the same effect could be achieved by enchanting the gloves to directly electrocute and paralyze people.

After dealing with this little episode, she walked quickly out of the stairs. Although she was mentally prepared, the strong wind still made her stagger and she sat down on the ground. The flying dead leaves were like vampire bats in horror stories, flying straight into her face.

She supported herself on the ground with her hands, turned around, got up, and went back into the building covered in dust.

The archer who just rushed into the storm must be feeling very uncomfortable! She thought viciously.

Speaking of this, for some reason, she always had a strange feeling. When she looked down from the upstairs just now, she felt that the archer's back seemed a little familiar.

Now is not the time to think about this. Bai Lang cleared his mind and walked up to the unconscious mafia. He stripped off his black suit, cut it a few times with a dagger, and then covered his mouth and nose with it, using it as a mask.

She took another step and entered the sandstorm with difficulty. She only needed to cross the road in front of her and walk less than a hundred meters to the water plant.

She bent over, leaning on her sword, and moved forward step by step with difficulty and fear. She felt like a blade of grass in a storm, in danger of being uprooted at any time. In her heart, she kept muttering "hold on", "green mountains", "don't let go", "let it go", "east, south, west, north wind".

She didn't know how long she had walked, but it felt like a very long time, but she hadn't walked across the road that was less than 50 meters wide. The visibility in the sandstorm was less than two meters, and she noticed that there was a fist-sized rock on the road in front of her that was being shaken by the strong wind and seemed to be about to crash into her.

No, no, no, Bai Lang kept praying in her heart. It was already incredible that she could maintain her current state. This thing must not come to mess with her. She would really fall down if touched.

The stone spun in the strong wind and drew an arc around the frightened white wolf. Just when the white wolf thought it was safe, the thing suddenly turned quickly to the left and hit her shoes hard.

bad guy.

The white wolf immediately lost its balance and began to struggle frantically, resembling the futile efforts of a drowning person, but it was not called drowning; it might be more appropriate to say that she was drowning.

This Scar-Eye or someone else is too powerful. They use this kind of Originium technique to leave no chance for anyone to survive!

The god of luck was still on the side of the White Wolf. By chance, she hugged a street lamp, and immediately used it to regroup, gain a firm foothold, and move forward again desperately.

She was not stupid. She thought that seeing a street light meant she had reached the roadside. Sure enough, after a short walk, she saw the familiar green belt, which meant that she had successfully crossed the avenue.

The hardest part is over. Although the storm in the central area may be bigger and more exaggerated, it will never be more difficult than this road, because there are always obstacles that can be relied on in the complex terrain, but on the bare road you really can only rely on yourself.

She held on to trees and railings and used the low wall as a barrier to successfully climb into the water plant.

Volume 3: Chapter 59 Codename AR

The water plant was obscured by the wind and the darkness, so the entire picture could not be seen clearly. However, judging from the rusty iron pipes and peeling walls nearby, it should be an old facility.

Bai Lang found a workroom in the dark and pushed the door gently. The door didn't budge. She suspected it was locked. Being locked was actually a good thing, because it meant no one was inside. She stretched out a finger and touched the keyhole. It was like inserting a finger into tofu. The keyhole melted easily. She didn't know if it destroyed some mechanism, but the door was pushed open.

Miss Lin's gloves are really useful, she secretly praised in her heart.

After entering the room, White Wolf still did not relax her vigilance. She first pulled out her dagger and used the fire enchantment to make it turn red. With the help of this little light source, she took a quick look around the room.

There was no other figure in the vague red light. She finally breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door with her backhand, sat on the ground, inserted the red dagger in her right hand for lighting, quickly took off her shoes with both hands, cleared away the sand, and then she began to check her equipment.

The Lateran sniper rifle, which had played a vital role tonight, was now completely unusable. The gaps in the weapon were filled with broken stones. If the collector Archangel saw it, he would be so heartbroken.

But Bai Lang didn't have such a psychological burden. From her pragmatic standpoint, if it couldn't be used, she would just throw it away. Forcing it to be carried with her would only affect her movements. Relatively speaking, there was no problem with the exquisite pistol, and it could still be used normally.

This time, Bai Lang really miscalculated. The house had already been taken by someone. The target she was chasing was hiding in a pile of debris in the roof compartment, less than ten meters away from her.

After AR entered the water plant, she went into the workshop immediately. After careful observation, she found the partition, which was a perfect hiding place. No one could have imagined that there would be a small partition in this place. She could stay here until the wind and sand outside subsided.

She first destroyed all the lighting devices in the workshop, then hid in the mezzanine. When she heard someone coming in, she remained motionless, which allowed her to perfectly avoid the inspection. She judged from the movement in the room that the person who came in seemed to be sorting things out. She didn't know who the person was. Just as she was hesitating whether to continue hiding or stick her head out to take a look, she suddenly noticed the sniper rifle thrown aside.

Her eyes suddenly widened, and she knew who was coming - the mysterious Lappland.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If she attacked secretly at such a close distance, she could ensure that the opponent would not have even a moment to react. As the top assassin of the No Helmet Alliance, she had such confidence.

AR gently raised the bow and took out an arrow very slowly. Her eyes became calmer and more indifferent. The more it was at such moments, the more she could keep her composure.

The grey arrow was nocked onto the bow. She slowly pulled the bowstring which was glowing with a faint white light. She turned her head slightly and caught sight of the target at the edge of her vision.

Scar-Eye's men all described Lappland as a monster, and AR had always been curious about the target, and now she saw it clearly.

Her arm, which seemed to be forever stable, trembled as she held the bow. In the faint red light, she saw the target examining a Lapland rifle. This person, the one she had been chasing all the way, was not the so-called Lapland at all, but someone she should be very familiar with.

AR felt like a knife was stabbed in her heart. She turned around gently, retracted the bow and arrow, and covered her cheek in pain.

Why is it White Wolf? Didn't he go to Ursus? Why is he here?

What was she doing from beginning to end?

She understood why the other party seemed very experienced in dealing with snipers. All these techniques were told to her by her personally, and the other party remembered them firmly as she wished and followed her advice at the most dangerous moment.

Why hadn't she guessed it before?

Even though I couldn't see White Wolf's appearance clearly due to the distance and darkness, I should have been able to guess from his long-range attack method that if he replaced the sniper rifle with a bow and arrow, wouldn't it be exactly the same as her?

In any other situation, she would have gone to meet the other party without hesitation. But now, she was afraid, and she didn't know how to face it all. She knew very well that if she revealed her true identity to White Wolf right away, the other party would definitely forgive her and understand her. This foreseeable thing doubled her pain. She couldn't forgive herself. She really, almost killed White Wolf several times.

In order to keep the mission confidential, the Helmetless Assassin will use multiple identities. Her code name for this operation is AR, which corresponds to Arrow. Her other common name is Platinum.

After Bai Lang sorted out the supplies, she left the small room on the edge and headed for the center of the water plant. Her intuition told her that place was the most important battlefield.

After everyone in the room left, Bai Jin jumped down from the mezzanine, moved forward, silently picked up the sniper rifle that Bai Lang had thrown away, and looked at the weapon with which she had fought with lifeless eyes.

She had already planned to give up this mission. Even if she met the real Lappland, she was in no mood to take action again. After so many years in the organization, Platinum felt frustrated for the first time.

An idea suddenly popped into my mind: should I leave immediately while the wind and sand are blowing and pretend nothing happened?

This was a tempting idea. It would be easy for her to leave here. In this way, her relationship with White Wolf seemed to be able to remain at the same level as before.

You are deceiving yourself, she thought. There is something more important at hand. What if White Wolf is in danger? In Iron City, which mission did she not secretly assist? Scar Eyes is a very powerful character this time. What if he meets White Wolf...

She knew that the White Wolf was no longer the confused novice bounty hunter he once was, but she was still worried and had to personally confirm his safety.

As soon as this idea came into her mind, it immediately occupied Platinum's entire brain. She threw down the Ratlan rifle and decided to go to the central area of ​​the water plant immediately.

Memories of the past suddenly flashed through her mind at this moment, and she remembered when she first met him.

At that time, she secretly had a very dark idea - she wanted to see how this reckless White Wolf would die. Tasting death was a special pleasure that belonged only to killers. She followed White Wolf with this purpose in mind. She vaguely remembered that White Wolf asked about this later, and she evaded the question with a vague answer.

The past and the present overlapped, and new elements were added to guilt, pain, and worry. A complex smile appeared on Bai Jin's face, not sure whether it was bitterness or sarcasm. She pushed open the door, followed the white wolf's trail, and walked into the darkness.

Volume 3: Chapter 60: The Man Who Overturned the Chessboard

Perhaps because there were too many complex buildings around, Bai Lang felt that the sandstorm seemed to be a little smaller than before, and the restrictions on her movements were also greatly alleviated.

Continuing forward, the bodies of mafia gangs began to appear scattered on the ground. The sand tightly wrapped these unrecognizable bodies. Judging from their external features, these might be Scareye's men, because they did not have the iconic white gloves on their left hands.

Why are all of them Scar-Eye's men? Didn't the Rat King's men come? This shouldn't be the case.

White Wolf half-knelt on the ground, grabbed a handful of sand and sniffed it gently. A faint smell of blood rushed into her nostrils. She tilted her palm and silently watched the red sand slip from her fingertips.

Now she could only make the following guesses: not long ago, this area must have experienced a great war, and the white gloves, as a landmark, disappeared because they were taken away by the Rat King's men; or, in other words, there was no so-called great war at all, and these people were killed by the sand, and the red sand in front of her was the proof.

Now, the sandstorm has not stopped, the battle is not over yet, she draws her weapon and continues to move forward in high alert.

……

At the westernmost side of the water plant, which was symmetrical to the White Wolf, Lappland, covered in blood, pointed his sword at the black-clad Rupert at his feet. A morbid excitement crept onto his face, and he shouted fanatically, "Ah, I actually remember you in Syracuse. I remember where your leader was, the guy whose eyes I cut with my sword. He almost killed me. Tell me now."

The black-clothed Lupert, who was missing an ear, gritted his teeth and glared angrily at the lone wolf in front of him: "Lappland, don't be too proud. When the leader kills the rat, he will naturally settle the score with you."

"So, you would rather die than tell me?" The morbid smile disappeared immediately, and Lappland's face became gloomy. She raised the sword and poked the man in black's body. Every stab brought out a stream of blood.

"After I die, Chief..."

Before he could finish his words, his heart was suddenly pierced.

"Hehe, in that case, I'll have to find it myself." A creepy smile suddenly appeared on Lappland's blood-stained face. She picked up her two strangely shaped swords and staggered away from the spot.

Behind her, besides Rupert who was stabbed to death in the heart, there were more broken bodies. These were Scareye's capable men. Each of them was an elite in the Mafia and was specially sent out to intercept her. But except for the one who escaped, Vaifan, she had dealt with the rest. Similarly, she had already been seriously injured in the continuous battles, and the blood on her body was not only the blood of the enemy.

……

In a huge dried-up sedimentation tank in the middle of the north side of the water plant, Scar Eyes calmly looked at the old man standing ten meters away.

"I didn't expect you would actually dare to take the risk alone."

The old man kept sticking his cane into the ground and coughed. “You have already figured out my weakness. I had no choice but to come here. Young man, from this point of view, you win.”

"Using civilians as coercion is a shameful method after all. Your plan has completely pushed me into a dead end. From a strategic point of view, you should be the winner." Scar-Eye retorted politely.

The Rat King sighed and shook his head helplessly: "This is the wrong decision. I shouldn't force someone into a desperate situation, especially someone who holds absolute force. Young man, in decades, you are the first mafia member who dares to kill civilians directly. This move is a good one, although it is shameless enough in my opinion."

"You're joking. I don't want to do this either. Once we really start, it will be like declaring war on the entire Longmen. The only thing waiting for us is destruction. I'm afraid that before dawn, the Longmen government will have the means to wipe us out completely."

Scar-Eye paused for a moment, then said with infinite emotion: "You only took one night to smash my pride and arrogance. In despair, I could only think of the trick of burning myself together. Even if I die, there will be so many Longmen citizens buried with me. Perhaps, my name can be sent to the imperial desk of the Great Yan Emperor. Lord Rat King, you forced me to do this. Judging from the result, I won the gamble in the end."

"Young man, don't be complacent too soon. You still have one step to go."

"No need for your reminder, Lord Rat King." Scar-Eye said as he pulled out a gray sword from his waist. The blade was an irregular crystal shape. He put the sword aside and bowed respectfully. "You have lived long enough. It's time to make way for others."

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly rushed forward, closing the ten-meter distance in an instant, and the gray sword slashed straight towards the Rat King's head.

Beside the Rat King, a dark golden light flickered, and a golden shield condensed by Originium skills blocked the way. Scar-Eye's sword was violently bounced away, and he took several steps back before he could regain his balance.

The Rat King opened his eyes wide and stabbed the ground hard with his crutch. The storm suddenly gathered near his scar, bringing sand from all directions and rushing towards him.

Scar-Eye pushed off the ground with his toes and slid a few meters horizontally. He turned his head and saw the gathered sand exploding in the air. "Old man, is this your Originium skill?" A cruel smile bloomed on his face. "If this is all you can do, then you're dead."

He slightly bent his body, pushed off the ground and sprinted forward, with a layer of black mist shrouding the crystalline sword in his hand. The Rat King once again used his ability to gather sand to block him, but this time, Scar Eyes only lightly chopped it with the crystalline sword in his hand, and the gathered sand seemed to lose its driving force and scattered to the ground.

"My Originium skills are to weaken other people's Originium skills. Old man, how long do you think your shield can last?"

Scar Eyes swung his sword with a grim smile. With just one strike, the golden shield around the Rat King immediately dimmed. He swung his sword a second time without hesitation, and the shield was immediately covered with cracks and could break at any time.

With the third sword, he was confident that he could directly shatter the shield and kill the caster inside, but the Rat King's expression was still calm. Scar Eyes hated this kind of calmness the most. In his opinion, this kind of calmness itself represented a kind of disdain and was a humiliation to his victory. How could a dying man look down on him, the winner!

"Old man, your Originium skills are just blowing wind and sand. They are of no use to me. You are going to die. Do you understand?"

"Young man." The Rat King looked steadily at Scar-Eye who was holding the sword. "I admit that I did not expect your Originium skills, but this is not just a simple blow of the wind. Everything in the sandstorm is within my perception range."

He raised his crutch and tapped it lightly. Suddenly the storm stopped and yellow sand fell from the sky. At the same time, a red light appeared from the darkness, piercing through the yellow sand like thunder and piercing Scar-Eye's back.

Volume 3: Chapter 61 The Best Destination

White Wolf had been waiting in the darkness for a long time. She was shocked by the Rat King's Originium skills and hated Scar Eyes for threatening ordinary people. However, when facing a difficult enemy, her fighting style tended to look for opportunities, first trying to see if she could kill the enemy with one blow, and then fighting head-on. Therefore, she had been using the sand and dust to hide her figure.

The moment the Rat King stopped the sandstorm, she immediately realized that the time had come, and she drew her sword and attacked without hesitation.

However, this perfect attack did not have the desired effect. At the same time as White Wolf took action, another figure seemed to appear out of thin air in the darkness, a Vaifan, a top mercenary hired by Scar Eye at a huge price.

Like the White Wolf, he was also looking for an opportunity in the darkness. The moment the White Wolf appeared, Waifan made clear his goal. He jumped high in the falling sand, holding a short axe in each hand, and chopped hard at the White Wolf rushing forward.

He not only wanted to intercept, but also wanted to chop the Rat King's men into pieces.

White Wolf felt the attacker coming, but the yellow sand was falling. She couldn't look up to see the enemy in the air, so she could only rely on her senses to fight this enemy in the dark.

She stepped her right foot downward and leaped into the air. At the same moment, she clenched the hilt of her sword with both hands and pushed her Originium skills to the extreme. She used the blade to draw a red full moon from bottom to top. The red moon collided with the axe blade, and Waifan's two axes were melted and cut off in an instant. White Wolf's sword also collapsed because it could not withstand this level of Originium skills.

With his excellent body flexibility, White Wolf turned in the air in an instant, pulled out the pistol from his waist with his right hand, and pulled the trigger repeatedly at Waifan who was falling to the ground.

The Vaifan warrior opened his mouth wide in amazement at the enemy's incredible Originium skills, and crystal Originium bullets penetrated into his mouth like the god of death and exploded behind his head.

The dust settled, the wind and sand stopped completely, a corpse fell, the archer gained a clear view again, and the lone wolf found her target.

White Wolf fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Due to the poor conductivity of the source energy of her weapon, she spent a lot of energy to increase the strength of her Originium skills to the point where she could melt the enemy's weapon with one strike.

She didn't have much time to catch her breath, or even almost no time at all. Waifan's body hadn't stopped shaking from falling yet, and a black crystal sword slashed over.

Scareye’s idea is simple. White Wolf is a tricky character no matter how you look at it, so he must seize this excellent opportunity.

The simple idea was correct enough. White Wolf was in a temporary weak state after excessive use of Originium skills. As long as she was given time, even just two minutes would be enough to relieve it. But before that, the attacks of ordinary mafia would be difficult for her to withstand, not to mention that the enemy was of Scar-Eye's level.

She hurriedly dodged and counterattacked with the pistol in her hand, but a black sword light flashed and the pistol was cut in half.

With victory in front of him, Scareye stood in front of the white wolf and couldn't help but smile. But before he could laugh, a neurotic and morbid chuckle came from his side, followed by a white flame-shaped wolf soul.

Scar-Eye swung his sword to disperse the Originium technique. The hairs on his body stood up instantly. This unique Originium technique represented that the desperate madman was coming.

In the last duel, the opponent used a tactic of exchange injury for injury, risking being stabbed in the abdomen by a sword in order to chop off his head. Although he did not succeed, it left a deep scar above and below his eye.

He sent out so many capable men, how could he not be able to stop this guy?

But when he actually saw Lappland, his nervousness eased. Although his men did not stop the opponent, they did enough. The Lappland in front of him was already a lone wolf after being seriously injured. In the opponent's prime, they could have ended up with both sides suffering losses, but in this situation, the opponent had no chance of winning.

He is indeed a mad wolf who is not afraid of death, he thought silently in his heart, today is really a special day, all grudges and obstacles will be completely resolved, perhaps this day should be remembered as a day of celebration.

Scareye let go of the white wolf that was right in front of him. Even though Lappland was seriously injured, he didn't dare to do anything else in front of the other party. This enemy deserved the greatest respect.

At the same time, Bai Jin, who was hiding in the dark, put down the bow and arrow in her hand that was almost pure white. She saw that Rupert, who saved the white wolf, was seriously injured and would probably die under Scareye's sword soon. But she didn't care. If others wanted to die, let them die. In this place, she only cared about one person.

Lappland and Scareye moved away from the sedimentation tank one after the other during the battle. White Wolf took this opportunity to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

She stood up, nodded to the Rat King, and then looked at the soul-fire-like object that flickered in the darkness.