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Chapter 403 0402: Blacksmith's Reward
Ken's team returned just before dawn.

【Hunting Invasion: Liberation of Maam Snowfield】

[Progress: Frost Eagle 1/1 (Completed)]

[Description: You have defeated the leader of the hunter, and the crisis of the tide of undead in Maam Snow will be greatly alleviated. 】

He rode a winter horse and was in a mess.

The team behind them was also extremely embarrassed, and anyone could tell that this group of guys had been fighting for a long time.

The high stone walls of the camp and the sharp spikes have been lonely all night, and the sentries are all amazed at how little defensive pressure there is tonight. Although there will be occasional explosions from the other side of the snow peak, no one has the courage to fight back. Into the night during the tide of undead.

Ken led the team to find the center of the tide of undead along the trail left by hunting.

It is like a storm on the sea, often only the radiated part is fiercely fought, while the middle part is calm.

Since they left [Twen Village], they have experienced several such battles. They have rich experience. The magicians refined the secret oil and used a magic that can cover up the breath of living things.

Only then did he deceive Shouluo's [Desire to Live] and detour to a position where he could launch a surprise attack.

The leader of the Maam camp is a strong frost eagle.

In the hunting-infested state, the iron-like falcon with wings wider than a carriage, when it circled down from the snow peak, Langz was so frightened that he almost fell out of the snow.

The mages of the Fengyan tribe are quite powerful, and the battlefield blessings they cast can increase the team's movement speed.

Ken and several of Jordan's lieutenants fought fiercely all night, and the quiver prepared by Kuima next to the saddle of Feiwolf was shot empty, and the two winter horses were torn to pieces by hunting...

He rode his horse back to the Maam camp.

The craftsmen and guards counted the number and checked the status of the hunters as usual, and found that although this group of people had battle marks, there were not many wounded.

They thought to themselves: There must be a very good therapist in this young man's team.

The craftsman blinked vigorously, shaking off his fear, and fixed his eyes on Ken who was sitting on the winter horse.

He has been like this since the beginning - although he is still riding a horse, his eyes and subconscious movements reveal fatigue. This young man can see a strong will.

He has no energy to sit still, but he is unwilling to show vulnerability in front of his team.

Ken sensed the gaze and stared at him too.

This look is observing, seeing through the craftsman's thoughts and will, and even checking whether he has malicious intentions.

The craftsman in charge of the gate wasn't kidding.

He has seen many powerful battle banners of the old tribes.

Those people all have a similar sense of oppression, and it is an oppressive feeling exuded in an unconscious state. When you meet this kind of person, don't have any thoughts of lying or having any evil thoughts, you will be seen through...

"Aren't you feeling well?"

"Uh, huh? What are you talking about, my lord." The craftsman regained his composure, and was surprised to find that Ken's eyes hadn't left him.

He quickly waved his hand and focused his attention on the paper in his hand, which contained the entry and exit records of the Ma'am camp.

Ken didn't say much, and reached out to pick up the animal skin bag tied next to the winter horse, and handed it to Langz who passed by.

He cut off the [Frost Eagle]'s wings, and the deadly attack that pierced through the skull was caused by Kuima's legendary spear.

In the animal skin bag on Langz's back was the [Undead Prism] condensed by the leader of the hunter.

In their camp, there is a storage car specially painted with bans, which are full of crystals of different sizes, and each one corresponds to a hunting leader of varying strength.

Ken didn't choose the main road, but just liberated some villages on the way, and the difficulty of the task was still within the acceptable range.

The most important thing is that the Knife and Ax team can be trained in this process, and [Knife and Ax team members] can advance to [Northern Warriors] or other more powerful units.

The original leader of the Axe team, Valery on the stag.

[Character: Valery Che]

【Attitude: Loyalty】

[Identity: Beast Rider Sword Brave]

[Description: A strong man in the northern border, simple and stupid, with an upward heart. 】

Ken stopped Valery as he passed by, "Later, we'll play with our bare hands."

He smiled, but the leader of the knife and ax team was on the verge of a formidable enemy.

Lorgar followed behind and explained to him, telling him what a rare opportunity this is. After all, Ken has [ancient combat skills] and has a lot of combat experience. If he is willing to teach him a hand, it will benefit everyone a lot. .

After the counting of the team was completed, Jordanbu also bid farewell to rest.

The craftsman checked the information with Ken, and was at a loss. He felt ringing in his ears and upset when he took the things in the bag just now. The inspection of the camp will not touch the goods of the team.

Although he didn't see what it was, at least it was a trophy from hunting some kind of monster.

[Attitude: Nervous]

Ken held the board and glanced at the craftsman. His copper rings were not many, and the patterns were very simple. They were different from the signs in the Marlun Ancient Workshop. They were obviously another kind of craftsman from the north.

Ken joked, "What are you shaking, is it keeping you up?"

The craftsman squeezed out a smile. Seeing that there was no one around, he lowered his voice and asked, "Um, did you kill that giant undead eagle last night?"

Ken's gaze fell on him like a sword.

This sword is hanging, there is no killing intent, just a serious thought.

[Everyone in the Ma'am camp can feel that the pressure of the nearby hunting has weakened, but no one knows that you did it. This guess has not been confirmed. 】

Ken didn't answer.

There is no need for him to hide it, nor is it necessary for him to actively admit it.

The craftsman nodded half-understanding, taking this as a default, and soon, the smile on his face became sincere and natural. "I won't say these words outside, but thank you very much, hunting has ruined our lives, many people are looking forward to a hero..."

"I'm not."

Ken put the things back, nodded expressionlessly, turned and stepped on the saddle.

The tired winter horse began to move its hooves.

The craftsman took out two gold coins from under the list, the hush money, it was very simple, but instead of cheering like before, he gritted his teeth looking at the young man's back, and quickly chased after him.

"My lord! Please wait...that young mercenary leader!"

The craftsman left his work to catch up with the stable boy who was in charge of the stable, holding his reins in his hand.

Ken stared at him through squinted eyes, and reached out to lift the baggage from the saddle to his shoulders. The payment to the stable boy also included a tip.

Carrying a bag with a tomahawk and carrying supplies, he walked towards the camp. "I only do things according to my own wishes. The heroic thinking in your mind does not apply to me, so don't ask any more questions...I just want to sleep now."

The artisan hurriedly followed behind.

Ken walked back to the camp helplessly, and skillfully packed up with the mercenaries, without the arrogance of the southern border leader at all.

The loyalty of his team is also very high. Even the [Wind Rock Tribe], which is temporarily cooperating, passed by, and extended the most common etiquette among northern tribes to Ken.

Lowndes came out panting, wiping the stains on his hands with the snow.

He is already the most important battlefield killer in the team, with a strong body, bottomless strength, and the [Qi and Blood] state that can counteract curses and boost morale, coupled with the group damage giant that can change the terrain and set off a storm. ax……

Ken wanted to spend his energy on cultivating the giants, but he had no chance to resupply due to wind, food and camping along the way.

Langz was bare-chested. During the battle last night, the temporary animal armor he wore had been scrapped, and bruises could be seen on his light blue skin, but it did not affect his combat effectiveness in the slightest.

He poked his waist and asked, "Boss, why is there a blacksmith outside the camp?"

Ken worked around, turned around when he heard the words, and saw the figure of the craftsman—surreptitiously looking inside, while the scouts around him were waiting for his hint.

"Hey, what are you going to do..."

Ken sighed, greeted Lowndes, and walked out of the camp to have a look.

[Character: Guzapar Estrada]

[Attitude: reverence]

[Identity: Northern Blacksmith]

[Description: A beast armor forge, a trader who travels to and from Jianyin Ice Bay. Judging from the stains and accessories on his clothes, his business is not doing well after the undead wave broke out. 】

Guzapal introduced himself enthusiastically, and led the two of them to the depths of the Ma'am camp.

His brass ring was old and not carefully maintained, and he was obviously a guy who didn't want to devote himself to studying his skills.

Guzapal tossed his greasy braids back, and said: "It seems that you are an experienced mercenary, and I will not hide it. Suitable for this job..."

He took the two of them to the front of his winter house.

This is a natural cave, dug into the snow-capped mountains, which is more like a warehouse, and it has been used for a long time.

Guzapal knew the way around here, and apparently made frequent visits to the Ma'am camp.

"Cough, cough, cough." He opened the heavy door, and the dust fell on his face. "Because I'm not good at craftsmanship, but I like doing business. Those old antiques in our family don't know how to exchange materials. I can bring them better materials, and they begin to accept and support my business."

Guzapal introduced it on his own.

Ken put his hand on his shoulder, staring deeply at the dark cave. The gray vision showed that there was a strong and huge monster inside.

Langz noticed Zhan Jing's eyes, but he didn't bring a giant axe, so he took out an arm knife from his leg armor and held it in his hand to explore the way forward.

"Hey, hey, don't get me wrong." Guzapal quickly stopped and explained to the two of them. "It's what I want to show you. It's a big, good guy. You might as well wait..."

Ken was quite surprised. He didn't expect this seemingly tall craftsman to raise a monster.

They lit the torches and continued along the corridor behind the warehouse.

A large space has been dug out of the mountain, and sunlight will shine in through the open windows. Even without torches, you can still see the divided animal pens and display racks for storing goods.

"Hoo, ho ho."

The monster inside the cliff smelled the breath of the living.

It began to crash into the wall, pushing against the cast steel fence, causing the entire cave to shake. No wonder there was so much dust when the door was opened just now.

Lanz held up the torch, and inside the most spacious animal cage, a pair of red eyes appeared.

As the light source continued to approach, it revealed its solid fur, four hooves thicker than beams, elbow armor made of ice crystals, and thick fangs glowing with coldness...

"Hey, these teeth are stronger than a battering ram."

Lanz muttered in his mouth, but his eyes could no longer move the road. He had rarely seen beasts bigger than himself. Even if there were, most of them were grass-eating things, useless, bloodless, and walked slowly. Swallow.

Bang, roar!
The metal wall was hit hard, and the animal cage let out a miserable howl.

The two fangs were able to rub against each other to create sparks, and the flying saliva even fell on the face of the giant, but Langz didn't mind it at all, and even felt his blood gradually boiling...

He grabbed two teeth and began to wrestle with the giant beast.

The firewood in the giant's hand rolled down, gradually revealing the monster's true appearance.

Ken provoked or not, took a deep breath, and gradually raised his gaze. "Good guy... this thing... is really..."

[Beast: Parmenolo Wild Boar]

[Mood: irritable]

[Status: No owner, domesticable]

Ken looked at this thing that was taller than the two of him, and fell into deep thought. The Parmenero wild boar was the first hurdle he stepped into the wilderness, but even after walking such a long distance, he had never seen such a thing. Strong behemoth.

"How did you get this thing in there?"

Ken looked at Guzapal with an incredulous look.

The craftsman said wearily: "Actually, it was sent by its original owner. It was a well-known tribal heavy cavalry soldier. He originally wanted to get rid of my family and help customize a piece of armor, but before the thing was finished, he died in the In a conflict with the southern Xinjiang army."

Guzapal's tone couldn't hide his sobs.

"I've been keeping it for more than a year, and I've also found other ways. Either I don't like it, or I just can't release it." He skillfully prepared food beside him. "Because of the tide of undead, the business is very poor, and my food with it is not very good... Don't joke."

Ken looked at the food in the bucket, and there was a stench in the air. It seemed that the day was really tight.

"Come on, baby, is that all you can do?"

The muscles of Langz's arms were expanding, pushing the wild boar in continuously, and the floor was rubbed out of grooves, but as the giant's vitality was continuously activated, this contest changed from a close match to a one-sided one. advance.

Although the wild boar lost, it roared unwillingly and hit it fiercely.

The whole cave was howling.

Ken stopped Langz, who continued to get started, and said with a smile: "Don't bully those who are not full, I will let you out, can you handle it?"

The giant's eyes lit up.

Guzapal wanted to say something, but shut his mouth wisely.

Ken reached out and untied the battle ax from his back.

As the package fell, the luster from the legendary equipment almost blinded Guzapal's eyes.

(End of this chapter)