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"I haven't given it a name yet."

Using wolves as the topic, Bingyi finally succeeded in opening up the hunter's chat box. The two of them took some food and went to the tree wall on the east side of the beach to chat before the dance officially started.

The emerald green wall is more than two meters high, just like the flower walls in some domestic dating corners. It is designed in the style of a maze, with layers of faint, Nordic-style white light tables and chairs gradually placed. Or provide a quiet and private communication environment for guests who don't like noisy.

Bingyi felt that the entire beach in Vic town was used as a dance venue. The total area of ​​the venue was beyond imagination, and there were many facilities that provided privacy and convenience for people. In this way, even if a hundred or ten people spill in, it will be like water dripping into the sea. If the 'Iceland horses' had not gathered together, polar bears might have easily attacked and killed the Icelandic horses.

The number of hunters is limited and it is impossible to take care of everyone all the time.

Therefore, it is safest to get together, so it can be deduced from this that judging from the form and results of the competition and story meeting in the previous two nights, tonight's dance party may have many activities that separate people.

Convenient to kill.

"White wolf? Is it an Arctic wolf?"

The hunter asked. Upon hearing his tone, Bing shook his head: "No."

"Most people... or basically everyone, will never see this kind of wolf in their lifetime."

"oh?"

The hunter leaned forward with his upper body, obviously interested, but he sneered and said casually: "Except for the extinct wolves, there are no wolves in this world that I haven't seen."

"real?"

"certainly."

The hunter muttered: "When I was still as short as a tire, I went to Bale, Africa with my father to photograph wolves."

"Baal? You mean the Ethiopian wolf?"

"That's right."

Bingyi's words tickled his itch, and the hunter started chatting with him. His father was a wildlife photographer, and the ones he followed and photographed the most were wolves. The Ethiopian wolf is the most endangered wolf in Africa and the rarest wolf in the world. There are only about 500 left, and Ethiopia is their last and only habitat.

"It was windy there, supplies were poor, and food and water were often cut off. My father tracked the wolves and didn't come back for months."

When talking about the hardships of his childhood, the hunter remained calm: "Although it was a terrible place, the wolves were beautiful."

The Ethiopian wolf has a unique fiery red coat with white chin, belly and paws. Its color scheme looks a bit like a fox, but its legs are slender and long, and it is as light as a deer.

Like his father, the hunter also fell in love with wolves. They slept and ate in the wild, tracking, photographing, and coexisting with wolves. It can be said that the hunter has grown up with wolves since he was a child. He can even imitate the howl of wolves, which can cause the wolves to howl together. The mother wolf will even allow him to play with the wolf cubs.

"So, there are no wolves in this world that I haven't seen...Thank you, I won't eat them."

The hunter said proudly, rejecting the dinner plate pushed over by Bingyi. He was a staff member, a hunter who was invited to maintain order. According to the rules, they were not invited guests to the ball, so naturally they could not touch the food and wine at the ball. But since he can leave his post without permission and come over to chat with him, judging from his words and deeds, Bingyi thinks that this person actually despises the rules in his heart.

He rejected the dinner plate, most likely because the food in it was not to his liking, or he was not hungry just after dinner.

So Bing pushed a stick of black death wine over, and the hunter took it this time. He did not take the cup, but directly picked up the pot and drank. He drank half of the nearly three liters of black death wine in one breath. Then the hunter became obviously more wanton. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms, which made Bingyi I'm a little doubtful. Is this the concealing effect of the prom clothes? I already have muscular arms, or is it the hunter's original arms without the prom clothes covering them?

Although at Bing's first glance, the hunter was as tall and thin as him, from the facts he told, Bingyi's mind gave him an image of a strong man.

If it was because of the red scales on the mask in the first place, feel free to choose him. But now from the stories the hunter told about himself and the wolf, Bingyi seriously doubted his relationship with the volcanic lava giant lizard.

"Do you only photograph wolves?"

Bingyi assessed the hunter's character and asked directly: "What do you think of lizards?"

"Lizard? Oh, something hairless."

The hunter curled his lips, obviously finding it boring, which made Bingyi doubt his guess. Does he have nothing to do with the lizard, or is he just estranged?

"Let's talk about the wolf you raised. Why, you still think it is unique in the world?"

"Yes, it is unique in the world."

"snort."

The hunter chuckled, leaning back in his chair and twiddling his nose with his thumb, obviously mocking him for his harsh words. But Bingyi smiled and lowered his voice: "Its existence is something ordinary people don't know about and can't imagine."

"Can't imagine?"

The hunter clicked his tongue: "Why, can that be a Newfoundland white wolf?"

The Newfoundland white wolf is known as the most beautiful fantasy wolf. It once lived in Newfoundland, Canada. It was a two-meter-long, monogamous giant white wolf. They became extinct in 1875 and were the first wolf to become extinct in the Americas. . Speaking of white wolves, apart from the Arctic wolf, it is very famous, but even so, the extinct Newfoundland white wolf is unlikely to appear again.

Although he thinks so, the hunter understands that all the guests attending the dance today have extraordinary powers, so when there is a problem and kill them, they must shoot at the heart or head and kill them with one blow. Otherwise, with their tenacious vitality and strong combat effectiveness, it would be easy to cause trouble.

Since he really has extraordinary power, is it not impossible for the man in front of him to possess an extinct Newfoundland white wolf? Thinking of this hunter, he leaned forward again, and then heard this man say:

"of course not."

"Dude, are you kidding me?"

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The hunter took out his hunting rifle and stroked the barrel of the gun with a white-gloved hand gently and threateningly, but the next second there was an extra hand on his penis.

"It's not the Newfoundland white wolf, it's even more unique and precious."

Half of Bing's body was almost across the table, pressing the barrel of the gun with one hand and holding the edge of the table with the other. This was a somewhat aggressive posture. The hunter frowned and tried to avoid it, but stopped in his tracks the next second.

"You are an Icelander, so you should know who the most powerful giant wolf is in the mythical Ragnarok."

Ragnarok? The most powerful wolf?

"This is impossible!"

The hunter's pupils shrank suddenly and he subconsciously retorted. But I heard this man chuckle, let go of him, stood up again, and walked towards the dance venue: "It was a pleasure chatting with you. Goodbye."

One step, two steps, Bingyi counted his steps. When he was about to walk out of the shadow of the tree wall, the hurried footsteps behind him got closer and closer. When they got close to him, Bingyi turned around and held the hunter's eager hand. Hands trying to grab his shoulders.

"You know the price of deceiving me. Hunters can kill you directly. As long as I suspect you are a polar bear, I don't need any evidence."

The hunter's voice was very low. After his hand was caught, he pushed Bingyi against the tree wall. He held his wrist tightly like a shackle. The fierce deterrence made people subconsciously hold their breath. He said The killings are not just talk.

"We don't know each other, there's no need for me to lie to you."

Bingyi was as calm as before, even laughed, and said with profound meaning: "This world is far from what you and I knew before."

"Oh? You are just talking nonsense and you still want to coax me?"

The hunter sneered, pressing his wrist with one hand, and putting his penis on his shoulder with the other. His voice was very low: "Be careful dragon... Hey, go to the dance. If you tease me again, I will shoot you."

As he spoke, he put away his gun and blasted Bingyi away. Bingyi secretly moved his wrist, and in just a few seconds, it was so painful that an ordinary person would have cried out in pain. The hunter is really strong, he thought to himself. When he looked back, he saw that the hunter was still in the shadow of the tree wall, as if he was standing guard or in a trance.

But Bingyi smiled, convinced in his heart.

He tried out a lot of things.

Just now, Bingyi was in the shadow of the tree wall. When the hunter chased him out and took the initiative to hold his hand, he secretly gave him a handful of wolf hair - the hair of Fenrir's little wolf. It was Bingyi who came out of the church and saw the volcanic lava giant lizard that had been killing Big George strutting past. There was still a tuft of wolf hair stuck to the tip of its tail and it was waving its tail as if to show off. When the wolf came back, he took a bunch of fur from its body and took it with him.

Fenrir Wolf's fur might come in handy at some point, like now.

The wolf's fur was extremely soft and soft, but the hunter was definitely aware of it at the time, and from then on they were acting tacitly.

The hunter never said the word 'Fenrir Wolf' from beginning to end. It must be absolutely disgusted and forbidden at this dance.

As for the hunter who chose to do this, there is a high probability that he is not a believer of Thor and Odin, and there is a small probability that he is lying to others.

But the hunter didn't know about the existence of Fenrir wolves before, and when Bingyi said, "This world is far from what you and I knew before," he didn't refute.

Then it is possible that this hunter, like him, Walker and the others, are 'ordinary people' who originally did not know that there was extraordinary power in the world.

But why do hunters become hunters while they are guides and travelers?

Bing remembered that when he tried to say, "You are an Icelander," the hunter did not refute.

If the hunter was really an Icelander, Bing always felt that he might be a key figure in tonight's attraction and even in the rest of the journey. Bingyi quickly came up with an idea in his mind. If he could obtain his identity, or exchange masks with him, then...

"boom!"

A gunshot shattered Bingyi's thoughts. He immediately raised his head and saw an uproar at the dance party arranged in front of him. During the time he was communicating with the hunter, many guests were also wearing white dresses and white masks. They all entered the scene, and it was quite lively with nearly a hundred people gathered together. However, they were now crowded together nervously and vigilantly, and a large area was vacant in the direction of the dining table.

Steaming blood was splashed on the snow-white tablecloth, and a body slid down like a collapsed sack. There was a man squatting next to the corpse, holding his arms, and took off his mask.

It was Zhang Qiqiao's pale face with bleeding and frightened face - a Westerner's face.

"The polar bear has been killed."

The man said calmly, and a group of hunters wearing red masks came forward and dragged the body away. Although they were all hunters, the hunters dragging the body kept their heads down, not daring to look at him any more, and were full of awe and even fear towards him. Even when the man pulled off his bloody gloves and threw them at them, the hunters did not dare to say a word.

Obviously, this hunter was very strong and had a very high status among them. When he stood up and looked up, Bingyi noticed that his mask was pale, except for two demon-like horns on the top two sides.

Maybe these were not demon horns.

‘Be careful of the dragon’

The hunter’s warning echoed in Bingyi’s mind, and he wondered if he could survive if he was shot.

The hunter’s gun was likely to kill the ‘polar bear’, which could be felt from George’s attitude on the first day and the □□ he carried with him. But the lizard hunter, the one with scales on his mask, was secretly called the lizard hunter’s warning in Bingyi’s heart, which made Bingyi suspect that the hunter’s gun tonight would have a killing effect on all participants in the party.

In addition to being worried about being assassinated by polar bears, the Icelandic horse also had to be careful of hunters' bullets.

"All guests are here, so tonight's costumed masquerade will officially begin! To celebrate the arrival of the dark season, please indulge in the carnival!"

Even after the hunter left, the atmosphere of the ball had not recovered. Everyone was still immersed in the incident just now, discussing in groups of three or two, until a dressed-up Icelandic local smiled and announced the official start of the ball. Only then did they concentrate and listen carefully to the rules. However, tonight was obviously more difficult than the previous two nights. The local only said, "Please choose your own dance partner and enjoy the ball!" After that, he turned around and left!

"Wait, what dance are we going to dance? What are the criteria for finding a dance partner? Why did the hunter just now suddenly shoot? What can and cannot be done? How long will the ball last? Is there any place here that we can't go?"

As soon as this person opened his mouth, he asked a series of questions. Everyone's voice was the same, and it was difficult to tell who it was just by the tone. But no matter who it is, if he speaks up at this time, he is either a fool or powerful enough to know what is going on.

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"You don't know what dance you are going to dance tonight?"

Hearing his question, the local man couldn't believe it, and his face instantly turned cold. He took out a notepad and wrote: "Disqualified - for your stupidity."

"Why..."

The man choked and was speechless. He wanted to argue angrily, but was finally pulled back by the people around him and was silent angrily - it seems that he is not sure of winning, but a fool. But fools have their advantages. He sacrificed himself and let everyone present know more information.

"Tonight is a dressage party, so of course we have to dance dressage." The man said as a matter of course: "The dressage party will last from 8:30 to 10:30. We will judge and score your posture, demeanor, difficulty completion and artistic attainments. If you have three disqualifications in total, you will lose the qualification to participate in the next event and be punished... After all the selections are completed, the best Icelandic horses will be eligible to participate in the night horse racing and compete for the best horse king." He emphasized: "Even the children of the horse king may not necessarily be excellent racehorses. The pure blood theory is outdated. Only the results of the competition are true. The only criterion for measuring the horse king! "

"Wild beasts will always attack the weakest or the oldest in the tribe. Only those who can survive are excellent Icelandic horses. The dance will not end because of the death of the horse. This is the natural selection of survival of the fittest."

"It is eight o'clock now. You still have half an hour to choose your dance partner."

After he made these remarks, he left. The melodious music from somewhere in the darkness continued to sound, the sound of the waves remained, and the small colored lights hanging everywhere flashed warm light, but they could not illuminate the darkness outside the dance, and could not change the still coagulated atmosphere in the venue.

"How many people will die tonight, my God."

Bingyi heard someone behind him whispering anxiously.

Although Yu Hehui had speculated that five people should die tonight, speculation was just speculation. There was no clear rule explanation. Everyone was unsure in their hearts, and their eyes looking at other people were also cautious and vigilant. Many people secretly thought that it was bad. This kind of dress and disguise made it difficult for them to find acquaintances in the team. If they just found someone to be a dance partner, what would they do if they found the polar bear in the West District?

But some passengers, upon hearing about the "masked" dance, prepared to make secret contacts in advance.

'Shao Yuan, where are you'

'Northwest, the second seat from the left at the third table, next to the lobster bisque'

Miao Fangfei used the Spirit Heart Gu to secretly contact Shao Yuan. Their entry time was irregular, and they were all disrupted and separated. If it weren't for the Spirit Heart Gu, it would be difficult to find people.

They chatted with the people around them calmly while pretending to get closer inadvertently. Other people around were also doing this. Everyone wanted to find their teammates as soon as possible, so the two of them didn't seem abrupt. When they finally got together again, Shao Yuan and Miao Fangfei pretended to greet each other, and they were relieved in their hearts and began to exchange information quickly.

'Dressage is an equestrian competition event, completed by riders and horses. In a double partner dance, it is likely that one is a rider and the other is a horse'

Miao Fangfei said: 'We can't be partners anymore'

Their goal is to enter the final horse race, and the strong man who was suspected of being a follower of Thor revealed that the horse race will attract the Valkyrie, and the horse favored by them will receive the final reward.

And the Valkyrie rides on horseback and gallops through the night sky, and the light of her armor turns into an aurora. It can be seen that the Valkyrie is also a 'rider'.

So in the first session, it’s best for them to retain their identity as ‘horses’.

‘In dressage both the rider and the horse have their own steps’

Shao Yuan communicates with Miao Fangfei, but so far they are in human form, and people can't 'dance' while riding on others, so how things will develop depends on how things develop.

'Do you think these hunters are locals or...'

Miao Fangfei secretly said: "The number of hunters is exactly twenty-two."

It’s hard to count the tour guides or tourists wearing white dresses and white masks, but the number of ‘hunters’ who wear masks and each one’s mask is different is very numerous, but the number is very small.

'You are suspicious...'

'That's right'

Miao Fangfei boldly guessed that these hunters were not locals in Iceland, but two brigades led by Dream Chaser and Lizard Duke!

‘Tell me, could the person who killed just now be the Lizard Duke? ’

Not just them, many people noticed the number of hunters and guessed their identities.

"If that's the case, then the hunter can also be killed."

Yin Qiaoqiao whispered that she recovered her memory at the Dead Ea Rock Festival, but she did not expect that the first person to find her at the dance would be Wei Xun.

"The only difference between a guest and a hunter is the mask."

An Xuefeng whispered: "If you kill the hunter secretly and take away his mask, it will most likely replace his identity."

Wei Xun will definitely think of this too.

An Xuefeng's eyes scanned the crowd, paying special attention to the movements of each hunter. Suddenly his eyes fell on one place.

He saw a raven flying up and landing on the shoulder of a hunter. It was the hunter wearing the devil horn mask who killed just now! Raven, it’s Director B! Instantly, dozens of people present began to look around, looking for the owner of the raven and paying attention to the movement on the hunter's side. However, when the raven attracted all their attention, two people took the opportunity to meet on the other side of the tree wall.

"I want your wolf."

The hunter said firmly: "You make a price."

"You want money, or... you want to kill someone, you name it."

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