On the north mountain road of the Allah district.
The two slender black veins, covered by the heavy snow, also covered a lot of movements.
Some troublesome things made it difficult for them to march.
To save physical strength, Sebastian announced that everyone should have a rest first.
The troop stopped. Half of the people in front of him had climbed to the hillside.
It seemed that there was no risk.
Hunter also entered the temporary camp.
In order not to be discovered, the two didn't start a bonfire to warm themselves.
Even in this camp, the two of them could not help but tighten their clothes.
On the simple table was the parchment drawing.
The defending map showed that they had arrived at the center.
"If we keep moving forward, we can destroy their lair,"
Hunter was determined to get it.
Sebastian nodded and rubbed his mouth.
Unexpectedly, his thick mouth became a burden.
"If you really can't, you can find a piece of thick cloth and wrap your mouth."