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Chapter 460 0459: Temporary stationing

Corroded armor and monster slime clung to his body wetly.

Ken thought, this piece of equipment is completely ruined.

The juice from the bloody myriad's shattered head is corrosive. Although the flesh and blood have died, the damage that has been done cannot be erased.

[Location: Srikanth (occupied)]

[Event: Hunting Invasion]

【Camp Safety Level: B】

[Number of troops stationed: 1017]

The cremation is being held right in the middle of the lake.

The souls of the dead will be guarded by the priesthood in the team to prevent them from being polluted by wandering spirits or cursed objects in the wasteland.

【Adventurer Biography: Withering and Hope】

[Description: Death is the last part of the adventure. The cumbersome or simple burial process is meaningless to the deceased, but this is the chapter of the survivors, like a shallow bookmark being rolled into the middle of Bo Yin paper and becoming a memory. 】

The ashes of those who died in the battle will be mixed together, and the mercenary guilds will bring them back to the southern border countries for burial.

Sparks soared into the night sky, clouds were as thick as liquid in a magic bubble jar, black dragons and carrion vultures flocked over the icy lake.

This indicates that there are other battlefields within a radius of ten miles, and they are extremely tragic.

"gentlemen."

The Windwalker woke him softly with his waist in his hand.

Ken turned around and saw that the other party was leaning on a waist-high bone saw. Like the others, he seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

Windwalker is approaching middle age.

"You don't have to blame yourself."

He walked through the deserts and ice fields of Asuya, looked at the young Maharu at this time, and said in a respectful tone: "I can understand the way you looked at the corpse just now, but to be honest, if it wasn't for you, you would die today." There will be more people on this lake."

Both Ken and the Windwalker were looking around the frozen lake.

The mercenaries had been exhausted by the battle. Except for those who still had the strength to keep watch or pack up materials, the others lay down and fell asleep beside the lit bonfire.

But Ken was destined not to be able to sleep.

He didn't care about rest, but grabbed the gleaming ax and started the project of dismembering the skeleton of the hunting leader alone.

At this time, the bones left by the bloody knotty insects have been processed, and the thickest main shaft has been completely cut open, exposing the most important part that is required by the commission to everyone.

A monster as huge as a hill, but the precious marrow inside the bone is only two steps long.

It was crystal clear, as if it had just been taken from a living corpse, and the pile of ointment on his face alone was worth all the merits he earned today.

In the wastelands of Palotusbi want to get this material...

If the tribe is small, you need to prepare for several winters and gather a sufficient number of conquest teams.

"It's so beautiful, it doesn't look like it was taken out of such an ugly monster."

Lowndes has always had a strange standard for judging things to be good or bad.

Ken moved his arms and walked out, wading through the fragments of bones and debris. The subsequent collection work required more experienced people who brought professional tools to do it.

The Windwalker and the others were well prepared.

They got in through the gap where Mr. Maharu came out, and were going to spend half the night trying to take out the entire medulla as completely as possible and put it in the container carefully prepared by the magicians for preservation.

Bone saws are placed on both sides, and the rhythmic friction sound becomes the accompaniment of the nocturne.

There are also wilderness engineers in the team. During the expeditions of the southern border countries, they usually have a place in the team, so many mercenaries usually do some part-time jobs when there are no bounty tasks.

Several proposed trenches were designed around the lake to withstand the tide of undead that might appear at night, all thanks to this group of people.

While Ken was feeding the horse and healing its wounds, a few guys with shaggy beards came over.

They collected all the trophies and materials that could be found around the ice lake. The amount was very large. It seemed that there were not a few tribes who wanted to capture this den.

Boneyards are often full of gold.

The mercenary understands the truth, but problems follow one after another.

They are lightly armed troops and are not prepared to carry a lot of luggage, so they don't have enough means to transport things away.

"If there is no way to solve it, you don't need to talk nonsense with me, right?"

Ken could see that the speaker was hesitant to speak. He said: "If you have a good suggestion, just say it directly. We can discuss it. No one wants to make things difficult for wealth. Don't waste time."

The wilderness engineers came up with an interesting idea.

【Temporary Mission: Battlefield Transformation】

【Difficulty: B】

[Description: You will stick to the frozen lake for two days, and use the existing materials to turn the bones left by the hunting leader into a huge movable sled. There may be risks in the middle, but most of the spoils will be preserved. 】

Ken wasn't as excited as he should have been.

He looked around, and there was a slight aftertaste of magic shock in the night wind, as well as a faint smell of blood blowing along with the wind.

The tide of undead around Hongfeng Heights became more and more violent, and the battlefields everywhere were very tense.

[Temporary task: accept as soon as you see it]

【Difficulty: C】

[Description: You have trekked all night and fought desperately. You have already obtained a sufficient number of meritorious deeds. You can find a quartermaster inside the dome to exchange for enough supplies, so there is no need to take risks in the wild. Instead of continuing to delay, it is better to set off directly at dawn. 】

Ken took a deep breath. After the cold wind blew, the smell left by hunting and falling dissipated, and the air was much fresher.

Even with the clusters of bonfires around it, the frozen lake was still uncomfortably cold.

"Kuima took the brothers who were still asleep and asked the leaders of the guilds. We simply collected opinions and asked everyone if they plan to continue taking risks in this business."

Ken spit blood on the ground, and the thing has been stuck in his throat since the internal injury was healed.

The mercenaries chose to believe in Mr. Maharu, and believe that miracles can bring more wealth and courage, so most of them chose to follow the commander's opinion.

The remaining few think that this kind of waiting is also very meaningful.

After the giant beast skeleton is made into a sled, all the mounts and camels in the team can run with it, and the wounded who are unable to move or the exhausted scouts can rest on it.

Their return journey will be faster and, on the other hand, safer.

So Ken finally decided to stay, but he made another confirmation at the last minute. This kind of thing doesn't happen often, which made him a little uneasy.

【Fate is a river that diverges, and every decision you make has far-reaching consequences. 】

(End of this chapter)