Water and Fire Twins Magician

Although his heart was taken out through his chest, his tendons, veins and blood vessels were not severed, so Alan was not dead yet.

But if he knew what was about to happen to him, he would have wished he had died sooner.

The skeleton, lying in ambush in the snow, effortlessly lifted Alan up and handed him to its owner.

The one controlling the skeleton was actually a shriveled, gray-black, terrifying humanoid creature. The reason why he was called a living creature instead of a mummy was because he had a pair of eyes that flashed with greed and evil light.

This humanoid creature looked like it had just crawled out of the snow behind it, with a large pile of snow covering its body, but one could still vaguely see that his clothes were very gorgeous, and he should be a noble person of considerable status.

Although he looked like a dead tree, he was still able to move. His eyes flashed, and he pounced on Alan like a hungry beast, opening his mouth to bite his neck.

"Gurgle... Gurgle... Gurgle..." After receiving fresh blood and flesh, the monster's dehydrated body gradually swelled up, and its skin gradually became red. In contrast, poor Alan's skin color gradually turned gray, and his eyes gradually changed from extreme fear to dim, and finally to death.

“…Ah…that’s it.” He had now turned into a fat human being, with a full stomach. He even reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and savored the taste: “I didn’t expect this kid to have an innate ‘comprehension of the law’. It’s really a nutritious tonic…hehehe…can’t waste it. The remaining dregs are all useful.”

"Clap clap."

The fat man clapped his hands twice, and the skeleton subordinate immediately dealt with Allen, who had been sucked dry:

All of Alan's clothes were stripped off, his hair and skin were peeled off, and all the bones in his body were broken into pieces, and then presented to the fat man to become his food.

All this was done in the same open snowfield. Not far away, Jacques and Phil were still looking for Alan in the opposite direction. They were upwind, and the blizzard covered and blew away the noise and smell of blood. Jacques and Phil were completely unaware of the horrific tragedy happening behind them.

"Ah..." The fat man stretched his body lazily: "Now, the last obstacle for Master Jacques has been cleared, and the raw water will be in hand soon. I have to lie down and continue to play dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, the skeleton's subordinate immediately ran to the snow pile behind the fat man, dug up the thin layer of snow covering it, and crawled into the tunnel he had just dug out. The fat man followed leisurely behind him, crawled in, and soon disappeared on the snow.

It turned out that this fat man had been lying in ambush right under the frozen soil core for more than a month, and had entered a state of suspended animation. No, it should be said that he was in a state of real death, because this fat man was originally dead, or immortal.

"It's really strange. Why is the amount of raw water I see in this ice core so different from what I sensed?" The fat man said to himself, "Forget it, it's useless to think too much. We will know after Lord Jacques digs out the raw water."

In fact, three hours had passed since the Imperial Army had completely retreated. The wind and snow in the frozen abyss were close to the limit of what normal humans could endure.

Jacques and Phil searched for a long time in the direction where the skyfire had just erupted, but they didn't find even the slightest trace of Alan's activities.

"Don't let your guard down and don't underestimate that guy. The worse the weather is, the more advantageous it is for him." Fei'er insisted on finding evidence of whether Alan was dead or alive.

Jacques could certainly hear the strong uneasiness in her tone, but he couldn't raise any objections. At this critical moment, we really couldn't let down our guard against the enemy, let alone a dangerous person like Allen.

"Fei'er, look!" Suddenly, Jacques finally noticed something strange.

It was a piece of burnt skin tissue that fell off the broken arm when Allen carried it on his back. Allen was concentrating on avoiding the sight of the two people at that time, and ignored the trace behind him. It was also because of the high temperature that it was not completely covered by ice and snow.

Fei'er squatted down and observed carefully, then looked up into Jacques' eyes. Both of them could not hide their disappointment. This place was a certain distance away from the area where the skyfire erupted just now. The traces appeared here, which meant that Alan was still able to move. This terrible opponent who could hide in the wind and snow might be acting as a hunter somewhere beside them, and his target was naturally Jacques and Fei'er. How could they find him?

The only hope is that the burnt skin means that the other party is likely to be seriously injured.

"Anyway, keep looking." Fei'er sighed.

"Why don't we search from the opposite direction?" Jacques thought for a moment. "This person is very scheming. It will definitely not be easy for us to find his whereabouts. He should be hiding in the place we least expect, just like before, and then suddenly attack."

Fei'er thought about it and agreed: "Well, let's pretend to be tired and let down our guard to lure him out. No matter who wins or loses, we have to fight quickly. If we get trapped here, we will all die together."

"If we don't leave in time, is there any way we can hold on until the blizzard is over?" Jacques asked weakly.

Fei'er laughed bitterly: "The blizzard is over? I'm afraid that the blizzard has started, and our lives will be over."