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CHAPTER 123 CHAPTER 0122: Spear Leader and Trap

sizzle.

Meng's torn clothes were wrapped around his bleeding right arm, after he'd killed a werewolf that jumped over a wall.

After treating the wound, the young spearman could only be in a daze, because there were very few monsters that missed it.

Ken took away almost all the warriors in the tribe, and went to stop the Qi Bing apostle from outside the Qiuming Ancient Road, leaving only a few archers and militiamen in defense.

"You might as well take me!"

Meng spat out the grass roots in his mouth and complained dissatisfiedly.

This is the extreme corner of Sandon Kaya.

Backed by the mountain, facing the wall, there is no space to lay traps, and there is no extra manpower to set up sentries, except for Meng and Yilang - Ken ordered them to be stationed here.

Snowflakes fell silently on the winter pine, and the cold wind swayed, like accumulations of continuous accumulation.

Meng hates the quietness of doing nothing, because when the walls are clean, the pictures of the past will emerge. Fortunately, there are companions who can share with him.

He stroked the wolf's hair and said proudly:

"My sacrificial priest is a member of the Frostfang tribe. He believes that there are two most important weapons in the tribe. The first is the spear, which is the one that rushes to the front... and I used to be the spear!"

Meng used to hate the precepts in the mouth of the priest.

But now, time has passed, and he himself will take the initiative to recall those ancient adages.

The warriors of the Dongge tribe are very competitive. Every time they hunt and meet the enemy, they rush to the front to win the highest honor of the brave!
"One is the lead spear, and the other weapon is..."

When the words came to his lips, he was suddenly speechless.

I closed my eyes, put away my smile, the beauty was fleeting, and the familiar pain came rushing.

The wolf felt something in his heart, and stood up and looked at his master.

It is not the first time it has seen such a scene.

Meng's eyes were covered by darkness, and his whole body began to feel greasy, as if covered with blood

He was cold at first, and felt that there were grievances behind him. Those ghosts stretched out their dense hands, pulling him continuously, trying to rush to his ear to ask questions.

Meng never dared to turn his head, nor did he dare to listen to those whispers.

As a companion who gets along day and night, the wolf can only surround him silently, hoping to give this scarred child some comfort.

After a long time.

Meng Cai let out a breath and said, "It's much better, brother."

The wolf fur made him feel slightly warm, and the headache gradually faded away.

This situation has been going on for several years. Gradually, under the mental torture, Meng became irritable and difficult to get along with...

He rested his palm on his pillow, looked up at the sky filled with snow, and various curses echoed in his ears.

"Extreme, madman."

"Wild dogs don't deserve companions."

"You are a single-handed reckless man!"

……

Meng received a bad reputation during his wanderings, and was unable to stand alone. He was eventually thrown into a slave cage.

The pride of the spearman Dongge, as well as the blood and hatred, made him the most rebellious commodity, and even fewer people asked for the price.

Monben thought he was going to die in a cage until... Ken Bouvier showed up.

This strange and charismatic man recruited him in the Dewar tribe and brought him under his command, becoming a member of the direct unit "Heila".

With barbs all over his body, Meng has long been unsuited to group life.

He always has a sense of alienation from the new tribe. Even after going through a difficult migration, in the entire Sandton Kaya, the only one who is willing to approach him... is the giant descendant Langz.

"Heh, that's fine, I don't have any responsibilities or burdens." Meng laughed at himself. "I want revenge after all, and my corpse may be exposed to the wilderness at any time."

The wolf didn't whine, it just shook its tail.

beep—

Suddenly, another whistle sounded from the north of the cultivated land.

Meng turned up, climbed up to the high place of the winter pine against the falling snow, and pushed aside the branches at a position with a wide view.

The wall under his feet was shaken, and the monsters blocked by the spikes could be vaguely seen: ferocious werewolves, in groups, began to attack crazily again.

As soon as their claws touched the wood, they were sizzled by the moist elixir.

Meng heard related stories:
He sold his soul, was cursed, and his consciousness was wiped out by a powerful and deformed force.

They will appear when people relax their vigilance the most, accompanied by heart-piercing screams, and use various vicious methods to harvest life.

The ancient roads around Santon Kaya extend in all directions, and the Painted Ice Apostle likes to cause trouble in the entire Palotusbi, so no one knows where the incoming monsters appear from!
Fortunately, no one has died yet.

When the incident happened, the villagers and victims had already huddled in the house.

There is a hidden mystery on the village road in front of the main gate of Sandon Kaya. The laborers rushed to make a lot of trigger-type horses.

Afterwards, arrowheads and steel thorns would be shot from all directions, all of which had been smeared with potent secret medicines, and the recipes contributed by the fishermen had been fully utilized.

Meng looked up.

Looking at it from this angle, there is a person standing on the sentry tower.

Burke Bartley.

He is condescending, looking at the overall situation, at this time he is directing the scholars of Norin Kingdom to operate the lever. Under the influence of the mechanism, even a thin lady like Mag has the ability to injure monsters.

Werewolves are tough and cunning after all.

After losing a few members, they began to scurry around in all kinds of weird traps, howling maniacally.

ooh-

Wow, bang.

Meng saw that the front of the village road had become potholed, and there were several strong corpses lying in the trench.

Burke grasped the monster's psychology to death.

His trap arrangements almost never fail, they are extremely precise, crisp and neat, and there is almost no waste.

"The old man from Nuolin is very powerful." Meng sincerely praised.

He is a hunter, and he understands the way the traps are laid...but not completely.

Before leaving, Ken handed over the city defense to Burke.

He sat on the ground on the sentry tower, cheers and shouts came from below, and the joy of using traps to repel monsters seemed to ignite the passion of this group of scholars.

The apprentice put the copper pot back on the hanging stove for heating.

He brewed a cup of strong tea from the Norin countryside and asked, "Teacher, the situation is not optimistic, is it?"

Burke nodded unabashedly.

He supported his round belly, stretched out his hand to pick up the hot tea and blew out a mouthful of mist, then looked at the apprentice and thought to himself—this kid is very talented, but he is too lazy and afraid of death.

The apprentice's throat surged.

After seeing the group of werewolves below, who can not be in a hurry?
"Can the monster be killed?" he asked.

"Of course not." Burke said while drinking, calmly. "Actually the traps are almost used up."

The apprentice jumped up immediately. He lamented his bad luck, why he encountered accidents every time, but he looked at his teacher with hope: "Why don't we run?"

"There's nowhere to run."

Burke put down the porcelain cup, spread his hands and said to the outside: "We just need to hold on until the tribal battle banner returns."

(End of this chapter)