Chapter 713 The protection of the wind
Feng Ying was almost crying when she reacted, and almost rushed to bite An Xil.
Hayata quickly persuaded her to come back and explained to everyone that she was adapting to the protective effect of the new equipment through "actual combat".
Whether everyone believes it or not, Feng Ying was given a chance to step down.
There are also those who are reckless, such as a certain sunny boy from the Bi Tou Hunting Group. He seemed to find it very interesting and took the initiative to challenge Li Feng.
Then he was beaten hard by the gale, which made him feel bad about losing his dinner.
Putting aside his status as a newcomer, Aiden, who has close to four-star strength, has long been an excellent hunter who can stand on his own. Unexpectedly, he was suppressed by a tooth hound.
Although Aiden did not use weapons, Gale also did not use fangs or claws.
Julius and others were surprised by Li Feng’s fighting power, which saved Feng Ying’s face.
Looking at the hunters who were laughing endlessly, the brigade leader with a slightly heavy expression also showed a slight smile on his face.
The war is approaching, and it is better to smile than to cry in sorrow.
The day of departure.
Before dawn, the heavily armed hunters had already gathered on the deck of the Isana.
Anhil repeatedly counted the hill-like pile of ammunition boxes. The number was so large that it had to be hauled on a pallet truck, but he still felt a little unsafe.
Nadia couldn't help but look at this guy a few more times. She had always felt that she had been cautious enough in preparing for hunting, but it turned out that there was someone more neurotic here.
Hayata was helping Feng Ying check the armor straps, and found that the latter was basically tied with tight knots.
The armor was secure enough to be fastened in this way, but it was inconvenient to adjust. Once an injury required emergency treatment, it would become even more troublesome, so I had to sigh and help her fasten it again.
Feng Ying, who was being held down by Hayata, stared curiously at the weapons of the Bitou hunting group.
Sister Nadia's weapon is the most common fire dragon-derived light crossbow, the "Fengxian Fire Dragon Cannon". According to Ancil, this is the most suitable crossbow for firing flame bombs.
Huh? Did he only bring one weapon? Anhil said whether he brought three or four.
The "Master's Senior Brother" is carrying a pair of swords that should be made of Tyrannosaurus material. What is it called, "Tyrant's Wrath"?
Hmm, I feel like everyone likes the look of the Tyrannosaurus weapon.
Lance Master Uncle Will uses a pair of dazzling spears that seem to be made of gold.
I heard that this is a top-notch weapon called the "Lost Tower of Babel". It looks like it is forged from pure metal, but in fact it also contains ultra-rare materials such as the heavy shell of the golden fire dragon. Its defensive performance is the best among long spears. It is said that the shield can block even the attacks of ancient dragon species.
real or fake?
Brother Aiden, well, that pair of swords looks weird and ugly. It seems to be called the "Sealing Dragon Sword". They are obviously excavated antiques, but they are not as beautiful as Master Gordon's epitaph at all.
Brother Aiden is not good enough!
While Feng Ying was commenting on the Bi Tou hunting group’s equipment one by one, Gordon looked toward the edge of the sea of clouds.
There is already a hazy golden-red glow over there. Maybe in the next second, the morning sun will break out of the sea of clouds and illuminate this small village "in the sky".
“Are you waiting for the moment when the sun rises?” The group leader walked over with a smile, “It will probably take more than ten minutes.”
Gordon looked away, "No, the whole sky is gray, there's nothing to see."
"Yes, don't forget to go to the temple. Believe it or not is one thing. Don't let others go." The brigade leader crossed his arms (he really liked this) and reminded him.
"Yes, yes." Gordon agreed helplessly, "Let's go everyone, let's go to the temple first, don't let the monk wait too long."
“Mom, mom! I’m scared to death!”
Feng Ying's voice was shaking as she walked down the nearly 100-meter-long, old, even dilapidated suspension bridge.
At this time, the hunters were at the highest point of the entire Sky Mountain Range. This single peak, also known as "Sky Mountain", was shaped like a sword, extremely steep, and almost impossible to climb.
"This suspension bridge is really...a bit exciting." Gordon said with a sullen face, trying to remain calm.
He walked over a hundred meters and probably had to break four or five planks under his feet.
Below the suspension bridge is an abyss of ten thousand feet with no bottom visible. If you fall down, no matter how good a hunter you are, you will die anyway.
He regretted it very much when he thought about having to walk back along the suspension bridge later.
It’s time to let that dove go!
The expressions on the faces of Julius and others were also not very good, especially the spearman Will, who was wearing heavy defensive armor. He did not dare to step on the tattered wooden boards at all, and had to move on the main rope the whole time.
At less than a hundred meters, this middle-aged tough guy, who faced the heavy beetle and dragon chariot without changing his expression, turned pale.
Julius sighed softly, "Let's go."
Everyone calmed down their emotions and trembling legs, and filed into the temple built inside the mountain.
This temple is not gorgeous, and there are even very few traces of artificial carvings. It is just that there are countless small whirring windmills inserted into the rock walls everywhere.
After walking across a long bridge composed of stone pillars, the hunters came to the depths of the temple.
The great monk in pure white robes is sitting here. On the rock wall behind him, there is a mysterious pattern embossed, which looks like blooming flowers and the sun spreading light, which attracts people's imagination.
There was a peaceful smile on his face, and the skylight from the top of the cave enveloped him.
The picture in front of you, combined with the gentle sound of the mountain wind, reveals a hint of divine beauty.
However, Gordon just wanted to press this squinting eye and punch him at this moment.
What kind of broken bridge can lead to death?
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the desire to clench his fists and complain, Gordon said: "Master Zheng, we are here."
Come fully armed.
The monk's expression froze for a moment, and he realized at this time that the hunters who were tall and strong and wearing heavy armor were obviously different from the thin man who was crossing the bridge.
No wonder everyone is so murderous.
After coughing slightly to cover up his embarrassment, the monk stood up and prayed in the ancient language.
The hunters gradually calmed down amid the strange melody of the prayers, but as sweet as the sound of the breeze.
The resentment in my heart and the anxiety of facing a powerful enemy are swept away like fallen leaves blown by the wind.
The spirit and soul become clear. This feeling is wonderful, perhaps a bit similar to a hunting whistle? But not so direct.
Gordon suddenly felt that this trip to the temple might actually be worthwhile.
The great monk finished his prayer and bowed slightly to the hunters, "The seal of the forbidden area has been released, and everything is left to you."
Hunters nodded in response.
The monk was shaking out his pure white solemn robes, stood up and went to the rock wall. He took down several small windmills inserted between the cracks in the rock, one for each person, and handed them to the hunters.
Gordon clearly remembered that Julius once told him that the windmill had a special meaning to the people of Sinard Village. It was their bridge to communicate with the "wind" and outsiders were not allowed to touch it.
At this time, the monk was handing over the windmill to them, which obviously had some special meaning.
Perhaps it's an amulet or something?
Looking at the small windmill in his hand, which was no bigger than the palm of his hand, Gordon thought for a while and inserted it into the gap in the armor on his waist.
Others followed suit, Hayata followed Gordon's example and stuck it on her waist, Julius and Nadia pinned it on their chests, Ansir, Aiden and Will stuck it on their shoulder armor, and Feng Ying stuck it on their shoulder pads. It was poked directly into the ponytail, and the little windmill whirred above her head.
The monk was watching this scene with a smile.
“May the wind guide you.”
(End of this chapter)