The two hunters hid themselves, and waited for the alien races who were up and down the big trees in the dark to go away. Then the two guys crouched down and walked through the neat fields without making a sound.
The colorful cloaks on them worked even in the dark, not to mention the fluffy ones who walked away, even the small animals in the field couldn't notice the small steps of these two big living people.
When they came to a big tree randomly planted in the field, the two hunters looked at each other. The old hunter gestured to the big tree and motioned the young man to go up and have a look.
This made the young hunter twitch his mouth in dissatisfaction, and gestured contemptuously where the old hunter couldn't see.
But he still climbed up the tree obediently.
The young hunter's movements were more dexterous than that of an ape. With a hook and a lift with one hand, his whole body was like a stone in a sling, and he threw it in a half arc.
On the mid-air branch of the big tree, the young hunter crouched and jumped, and then jumped up. Then the legs clamped the trunk of the big tree, stretched and retracted the body, and quickly climbed to the top of the big tree.
Seemingly possessing the ability of night vision, the young hunter glanced back and forth at the upper part of the big tree, and found something that would not have appeared here before—a small wooden idol with a bird's head and a human body.
He took a breath, immediately lowered his head and covered the direction of the sound with his hands, and explained his discovery to the old hunter on the ground below: "Damn! There is a statue of a **** on the tree! It looks like a bird head and a human body..."
Before he finished speaking, the old hunter under the tree frowned and hurriedly interrupted the young hunter: "Stop! Stop! Don't describe that thing! Especially don't block the face of that thing! Come down, come down!" "
The young man also hurriedly stopped talking, looked down at the height, then loosened his legs, kicked his legs on the tree trunk, and jumped to the ground sideways with his strength.
boom!
The sound of the young hunter landing was lighter than a cat's. Not only did his legs cushion the ground back and forth, but his arms also touched the ground as his body fell to the ground, helping his whole body to ease the force of the fall.
There is no need to roll to buffer, just like jumping from a height of one meter, the young hunter rubbed his wrists and stood up directly, and rubbed left and right on the footprints he stepped on the ground, wiping the footprints he stepped on flat.
"What's going on? Is there something wrong with that thing?"
The old hunter made a silent gesture, and then dragged his young companion back away lightly. He also vigilantly scanned the dark night with his eyes, as if there was something in the dark sky.
They didn't go far, and they settled down in a simple shack where debtors lived not far away.
Of course, the debtors who were sleeping in the shack were all stunned by a fragrant ball thrown in by the experienced hunter in advance. At this time, the two were lying on the edge of the shack where they could see the big tree, and observed it through the gaps in the simple wall panels.
The experienced hunter put away some of the scented pills that had evaporated, and put them in a well-sealed wooden box at his waist.
"Remember the existence we were tracking, what power does it have?"
Once reminded, the young hunter came to understand: "The worship of birds by primitive humans? By the way, it is to control birds and provide shelter after dark, right?"
"Similar, almost. I remember that before I set off, the priest told me that in the pictures and deeds of the existence in the ancient literature, there was the appearance of a bird head and a human body, but they were all tribal humans who believed in him before he was sealed. Finally, the image of him is described. The ancient lodging in the church is the original image of a black bird."
The experienced hunter pointed to the dark sky: "He is doing something again, maybe there is that messenger wandering in the sky right now. Although we are not our opponents, our task is not to fight."
"I know, I know, follow up and observe, and report all the situation. Then the discovery just now, do you need to report immediately?"
"Of course. You report first, and I'll keep an eye on it to see what else happens. Well, it seems that the young knight got mixed up with that existence. It's a pity, a pretty good young man, just walked into the Astray."
The experienced hunter shook his head regretfully, which made the young hunter beside him quite unhappy. What's the matter, that young knight is amazing, but I am very ordinary, right?
Dissatisfied and complaining, the young hunter did not stop. He took out a small snake sculpture carved from fluorescent stones from the inner pocket of his clothes, held it in his hand, and stroked the fluorescent stone carefully in a certain order. The fine scales of a small snake.
Soon, the item made of fluorescent stone started to vibrate and move.
Just like a real little snake, this fluorescent little snake also opened its mouth and spit out a snake letter that also shimmered, but there was no hissing sound.
The young hunter was not surprised by all this. He climbed down, put his head on the ground, his eyes were parallel with his mouth and the fluorescent little snake leaning forward, and then he reported his discovery in a low voice.
The fluorescent little snake nodded while uttering the letter, as if it understood the young hunter's words. After the young hunter finished speaking, it waited for a while, and after confirming that the human being did not need any news from it, it lowered its body and walked on the ground of this rotten shack, slowly crawling past the snoring people. The debtor finally found a jerboa's hole in a corner of the shack as expected, and went straight in.
Seeing the little fluorescent snake delivering the message crawling away through the hole, the young hunter whispered to the experienced hunter, "Okay, the message has been taken away by the messenger snake, and the priest should be able to see it at dawn."
At this time, the experienced hunter suddenly hissed, waved to the young hunter, and pointed to the dark sky outside.
The young hunter understood, and walked lightly to the edge of the shack wall that was full of gaps and leaks, looking through the gaps at the big tree he had climbed before.
There was a loud flapping sound of wings approaching, and then the two hunters with night vision ability saw a huge raven flying down on the big tree.
You must know that birds also have various territories. An area full of insects and rats is naturally a good place for birds to forage. Although there are differences in time and territory between diurnal and nocturnal birds, Dorn Town The farmland outside is obviously not the territory of the raven.
Whether it is day or night, it does not belong to the raven, but two other more ferocious birds.
"Here we come. Is that the messenger?"
asked the young hunter in a low voice.
The experienced hunter squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to see through the cover of the big tree branches and leaves at night, and see what the raven was doing inside: "Of course. However, that person still has envoys to send, it seems that we Those hunter partners behind me, this hunting activity did not go well."
The young hunter was also a little angry about this. If he had received the hunting mission long ago, he would have quickly killed all the targets on the hunting list one by one.
After waiting for a while, the two saw the huge raven flying out from the crown of the big tree again. It's just that this time the movement is not so sharp, because its pair of claws are holding a wooden sculpture that is bigger than a human fist.
Because of the heavy load, this huge raven had to fly higher to avoid the nocturnal raptors that patrol and hunt at low altitude at night.
"Where is it going?"
The young hunter couldn't help but have an urge to track down the past.
But before he could stand up, his companion put his hand on his shoulder and suppressed him: "Wait, you want to understand, there is a wooden **** statue in a big tree that a foreign race has visited tonight, and it was also held by that An envoy was sent to take them away."
"Well, I know, what do you mean?"
The seasoned hunter was helpless. His young companion looked clear-headed, but in fact his hands were faster than his brains: "It means that several alien races are dispatched together tonight. This is the case for one of them. What about the others? Is it the same? , or something else? We have to figure it out, as for where the messenger brought the wooden idol, we will figure it out later. Huh, there are only three forces in Dorne at this time."
"small town."
"The fleeing people."
"A gang of bandits in the wild."
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The morning breeze brought fresh air and stirred up the spring morning mist. The uneasiness changed into many shapes, and finally dissipated unwillingly in the light of the morning sun.
Outside the Kiel Knight's tent, a young guard who was in charge of guarding from midnight to early morning rubbed his eyes. He seemed to see the morning fog on the knight's tent just now, showing a strange look of baring his teeth and claws.
But when he finished rubbing his eyes and looked up again, the morning mist had already dissipated quickly under the first ray of sunlight in the morning light.
"Maybe I'm a little tired."
He grunted. As soon as the voice fell, the sound of Knight Kiel getting up came from the knight's tent.
There was a low, fuzzy complaint, and a slightly weary yawn, followed by the sound of clear water being poured into the tub. After a while, the cloth curtain on the tent gate was opened left and right, and Keir walked out with an unhappy expression on his face.
"Good morning, Lord Knight!"
The young guard immediately got up and hit his chest forcefully with his fist.
But Kiel, who would usually return the salute, just waved his hand casually, and said to the guard in a dispirited way: "Wake everyone up. It's time to go on the road as planned!"
"Yes, my lord."
The young guard responded immediately, and then ran around excitedly, telling everyone to get up.
In fact, the people responsible for cooking had already woken up early. When hundreds of people walked out of their tents, the porridge in the iron cauldron had already released its aroma.
A person in charge of cooking knocked on the edge of the iron pot full of wheat porridge with a large wooden spoon, making a crisp collision sound, and he said loudly: "Hey! Come quickly, you won't be able to eat if you come late!"
In fact, everyone has enough food. Batar priests will give the god-given food of the day after dinner every day, but this does not prevent the people in charge of cooking from urging everyone to eat early. have dinner.
Keel soon rode blood licks around the open space while everyone was eating, instructing everyone to bring everything they need to bring when they set off later.
Xueyasite finished his meal with a few mouthfuls, and then hurriedly directed the people to dismantle the simple tents they lived in. The supporting posts of those tents were to be placed on one of the strongest wagons in their ranks.
At this time, priest Batar is leading the believers who believe in the God of Saturn to hold a short prayer in the morning. After leading the believers to pray according to the basic prayers, he briefly told a story about the faith of a well-known priest.
However, most of the believers were absent-minded, and some secretly touched their stomachs, urging the priest to end the activity quickly so that they could catch up with breakfast.
It's not that they are afraid that they won't be able to eat, but that the cook who scoops up the rice can generously give some more wheat porridge at the beginning, but later, those guys will often come to cook for them in order to eat more for themselves. The people of the country scoop less.
You don't want to suffer this loss.
But at this moment, the priest who knelt down and faced the protective statue on the top of the amber metal staff, the words in his mouth were not rushed, which made the hungry believers really anxious.
There are also some people who are not interested in the stories of famous priests told by the priests at all. They clearly understand what the identity of the priest is? What is their identity? Listening to the great faith stories of some well-known priests every day, what does it have to do with them who farm the land—farmers who don’t even have land to farm now?
The businessman Mr. Barford, who is in charge of managing the supplies of the team, is holding a bowl full of barley porridge with a red face at the moment, talking to a few young people around him who obeyed his orders, and the team will set off after eating. Everything necessary for departure.
Who is who, what is responsible, although he had already discussed with his subordinates last night, but at this moment he had to reiterate the process and everyone's responsibility.
This is a chance for him to be reborn after he fell to the bottom, and he will seize it, and he has already grasped it.
When the other businessmen who were caught and tortured by bandits in a cave were still living in despair day after day, he had climbed out of the trap of failure again. The material management of the people, or directly climbing the path of the priests and young knights of the Saturnalia Church, will definitely make a difference.
The previous loss may be nothing.
He gulped down the slightly hot barley porridge, his eyes full of energy and spirit.
In a remote corner of the open space, the old businessman Nobi Fentigar was feeding two people. The young man under the care of the old man was sitting obediently beside him, begging for the porridge he made himself with his mouth open.
A stupid young man next to him also imitated the boy's appearance, waiting for the old man to feed with his mouth open.
Several rescued businessmen around were eating and laughing at the idiot who just joined their team in a low voice. They all already knew that this crazy young man was actually a powerful character among bandits. It's just that in the previous battle, he was directly beaten into a fool by the Kiel knight.
It should have been sold like other bandits before. Of course, everyone understands that the Kingdom of St. Halls prohibits the slave trade, but debtors, everyone knows everything, and signing an arrears document that the bandits will not be able to repay all their lives, isn't it just the same.
For this reason, yesterday, these people beat up this stupid young bandit in succession. If the old businessman hadn't stopped him, they would probably have imposed all the abuse and pain they had suffered in the bandit's lair on this lunatic.
"Well, little guy, tell me, what method should be used to cure this man's madness?"
The old businessman fed Will a mouthful of barley porridge, and the crazy Will hugged his long sword tightly, chewing the food in his mouth. Others are crazy, but all kinds of instincts are still there.
He knows how to put on a good face for the person who feeds him, instead of treating him as non-existent.
The young man broke his fingerless hands and thought carefully: "Grandpa, tell me, is he just pretending to be stupid?"
"Playing stupid?" The old businessman smiled happily: "His experience these days is not something a person who pretends to be stupid can bear. Haha, you are still young, and you will know when you grow up."
"But if he doesn't pretend to be stupid, won't he be cut in half by Lord Kiel's sword? He definitely doesn't want to die, so he can only pretend to be stupid so that he can survive. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"
When the boy said this, the old businessman patted the boy's head pityingly: "Hey, you think of your sister again?"
The young man subconsciously touched a bracelet on his wrist, neither saying yes nor no.
"Hey, grow up quickly. When you grow up, you will develop your own abilities and then take revenge." The old man comforted the young man in this way.
But the young man looked aggrieved: "But the bandits who killed my sister were all killed by Lord Kiel long ago. Don't talk about mine, didn't everyone's hatred be avenged by Lord Kiel that night?"
The old businessman rolled his eyes, thought for a while and said, "Think about it this way, the world is big, and bandits in other places are also doing some harmful things. When you grow up, you will sanction them. Give them a harsh punishment. How?"
"But I can't even hold an iron sword! At least, at least, I have to be like Lord Kiel, holding a shield and long sword, wearing thick armor, and riding a tall horse. Only in this way can I defeat the evil bandits?"
The more the boy talked, the more wronged he became: "Mr. Knight's prairie horse, last time I tried to touch it, it bit me!"
The old businessman laughed loudly: "That's because it eats your hair like grass! You are still too small, and you are not as tall as the wheels of a carriage. However, if you grow up in the future, if you are not tall and are not good at fighting, You can learn how to do business. There is not only one way to deal with the bandits."
The old man blinked, and said anxiously: "At that time, you can earn a lot of money as a businessman, and then find Kiel Knight, and hire him to defeat all the bandits with the yellow gold that everyone loves."
The young man was a little puzzled, is that so?
Will, who was stupid beside him, also had some doubts in his eyes, can this be done?