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Bone Winged Beasts are relatively rare mounts, but on the battlefield where the gunpowder smoke has cleared, all you can see are this kind of creatures.

A mount that loses its owner can be tamed by anyone, there is no need to be distressed, specially selected ones to take home, as well as iron rhinos, slit snow lizards, and purebred winter horses with excellent appearance...

What a day to get rich.

Meng led the team to complete a beautiful block kill.

His prestige and morale were buoyed, but the captives and slave traders they had left behind told some recent news that Flengundo and Ken Bouvier had been at odds and might turn swords.

Meng didn't pay attention to those words, just listened casually.

On the mountain road back, the whispers never stopped, the shelter by the campfire was filled with rumors, and Thornton Kaya faced the biggest challenge after an explosive leap forward.

Frengundor, the orcs, the living walls of the North.

Meng had only come into contact with this name through hearsay, just like those uneasy recruits, it was inevitable that he would be in awe and feel an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

Although Thornton Kaya is developing rapidly, its interior is still immature.

"Orc army and Frengundor..."

It can't afford to mess with any of them.

Meng slowly sighed the pressure in his heart towards the night, and he disguised it as a breath to adjust the rhythm of the attack, because if the cavalry he trained found out, it would shake the army.

He seems to be able to predict:
Rumors of the orcs declaring war were confirmed, and some would be put off by Frengundal and choose to leave Thornton Kaya to find a new sanctuary.

He stared at the slightly curled knife in his hand, knowing that there was no way to stop it.

At the same time, he couldn't help thinking:
If Zhan Jing is here, he will definitely be able to stabilize the situation and share that unique courage with his followers.

Meng waved his hand, put out the bonfire, and summoned the team to return.

The team that had been away for several days finally embarked on the way back, galloping wildly on the Qiuming Ancient Road in the cool wind that remained at night.

The sky turned from pitch black to a flame blue.

They arrived at home.

Meng handed over the close combat knife to Arthur for repair.

Arthur stared at Meng's eye sockets, put down the forging hammer he inherited, and said before he left the blacksmith shop:

"I can clearly feel that you want to do better, but don't think too much, distracting thoughts will make you very tired, everyone has the stage of powerlessness and self-doubt..."

"Thank you, Arthur."

Meng saw a short feather-patterned dagger on a nearby cabinet, and turned to look at the blacksmith.

Arthur pursed his lips: "You only listen to my speech carefully when you are short of someone... right? Ah, okay, take it, this is a technique I learned from a Buton man, an experimental product, used It is made of the material of the Cangcuo snake."

Meng smiled and put the blood-stained equipment aside, and then inserted the new guy into his sheath.

"Until Zhan Jing returns, I will not let go, nor will I fall down."

"..."

Arthur's thick arms were folded in front of him. "Yeah... I can see that."

The frost ore battle armor Meng wore was also neatly hung on the display rack. Some dents and abrasions needed to be repaired by Arthur's craftsmanship. At this time, he only had very simple self-defense leather on his body.

He was originally the most impulsive child in Heila, but now he has also learned responsibility and stability.

"Good night buddy."

After Meng left the blacksmith shop, he patted the wolf on the neck, letting him go to rest, enjoying the moment of peace before the dawn alone.

He shuttled through the village according to the familiar route, the laborers who got up early, the guards who changed their shifts, and scattered villagers...

In the quarter of an hour before dawn:
A life without blood and killing flows quietly beside him, and although those smooth and comfortable moments will not accommodate him, they can give him strength.

After all, Meng is a person who likes to be alone, and only in silence can he release certain things.

He climbed up to a compartment in the main building, sat down where he could see the altar cobblestone, and then slowly took his first breath of quiet air.

Meng wake up!
There is something else in the air.

A faint, dry, fresh earthy fragrance mixed with grass and leaves is sneaking into the village.

Meng disappeared into the attic.

He can tell the smell of the riders, and every time he passes through a new area, there will be new people entering the queue, which might be completely ignored by other people.

Meng is the commander-in-chief of the combat unit in the village, and he cannot relax due to troubled times.

He crossed the dividing line between dawn and fire, bypassed the village altar in the middle, and came to a specially built incubation room.

Soul Crow Egg, Cangcuo Snake Egg, Unnamed Egg, Cub of the Blood Plague Giant Beast.

Meng lurks in the dark, wild and magical urges stir his nerves, and a strong premonition passes through his body—someone has deceived the scouts and sentries in the village.

Controlling his steps, he drew a new dagger.

A black silhouette stayed in front of Cangcuo Snake Egg, wearing a cloak for traveling, and the smell of mud and grass was the wind and snow that had not completely melted.

When Meng Qian sneaked to the other party's side, the intruder didn't notice it at all.

This is different from his imagination.

Although there are many new faces in the village recently, being able to hide the wolf rider from Santon Kaya shows that the other party is not easy.

The unrecognizable light was mixed with magical ripples, and the newly captured Cangcuo snake egg seemed to be active again, while the intruder was squatting in front of it with full attention, reaching out to do something beside it.

Meng's knuckles fluttered, the dagger rotated into a grip in the palm of his hand, and his thumb rested on the front of the handle.

As he got closer...

Snake Dan seemed to sense the killing intent, and jumped up. The intruder who got the reminder was surprised at first, and then fled to the side.

The opponent's movements are very strange, the angle of twisting the blade is very tricky, and it is two or three fences away in one step!
More spies have been caught than beasts in the village.

When the intruder noticed Meng, he had predicted the direction in advance, and then stretched out his sharp dagger, and waited until the opponent finished dodging and was about to raise his body...

Meng's knife just stuck into the cloak, and in the residual warmth of his skin, the cold iron pressed against his neck.

"Who?"

His tone was fierce and gloomy, and at the same time he tore off his hood mercilessly.

The morning light broke in with a dewy breeze, and the gap between the doors and windows did nothing to keep the chill out.

With the help of the newly added light, Meng saw the coiled and bundled hair, pinned with copper ornaments, with a fragrance other than grass mud and the unique fluffy feeling of beast hair.

"Phew, be careful, I mean no harm." She whispered.

Meng didn't move the knife away, but crouched down and removed the opponent's most important equipment from the cloak - a snake-bone whip inlaid with steel, and two lightweight daggers with thorns.

Meng didn't rashly believe the other party's words. After all, the wasteland hunter had hidden a lot of weapons.

He couldn't search them all, and he wouldn't move the dagger away. "turn around."

The sharp blade spun around the intruder's skin, and her breath came in short breaths, as the slightest swallowing might bleed.

Meng supported her shoulders to prevent her from being seriously injured.

Then the wheat-colored face was exposed to the morning twilight passing through the gap, with a few inconspicuous moles on it, and a few small scratches caused by carelessness.

Meng felt his breath fall on his tiger's mouth, and he lifted it up forcefully, the broad side of the knife forced the intruder to raise his head.

He saw fear, panic, and a little regret in the eyes of the intruder...

She was dressed like a hunter, and judging from her accessories and evasion movements, she was a veteran of the wilderness, at least no stranger to survival in the wild.

"Who sent you, and what do you want to do with Thornton Kaya?"

Meng began to press questions directly.

He had been deceived and betrayed, scarred by schemers and cunning gamblers, but the Beast had a good memory and it would be hard to fail him again.

The huntress compared her eyes and took a deep breath. "You... are you Ken Bouvier?"

Meng's expression did not change, and he was not satisfied with the other party's answer.

Sweat dripped from her forehead, and she explained: "My father said that he is very young, and he is also the owner of the beast spirit, and..."

The huntress repeated the sniff. "You smell like a wolf. Most of the villages are ordinary Fei wolves. Your wolf is different, it seems to be stronger, and it is coming here."

The surprise in Meng's heart was even worse, and the knife in his hand moved forward a bit.

The bond between him and the mount is very deep, and he can sense that the wolf is passing through the village. How did the other party know?
"also?"

The huntress also has beast spirits, the same kind of people as Wusenbu and Ken.

The ambient light gradually brightened.

Meng saw the hunter's crouching posture, with a well-proportioned body and steady limbs, obviously he had the experience of killing people.

She is not simple, and now she is being held hostage, just because Meng's sneak attack method is very good, to seize the opportunity, and the huntress has no malicious intentions.

Meng reached out to take her package, and in the leather bag, she saw water, bacon, bread, and fruits picked on the road.

He suddenly noticed something rusty on the cloth, and then asked, "Do you know the Wusen cloth battle flag?"

The expression on the huntress' face fluctuated slightly, and her brows were slightly frowned. Her package was covered with the totem of the fern tribe, and the silk thread was made of very good material.

"You're not Ken, so don't get to the bottom of it."

Her tone became less friendly.

Meng and her stared at each other for a long time, confirming that there was no smell of lies or conspiracy, then slowly removed the knife and put it back into the sheath on his leg.

The Huntress didn't take her eyes off the process. "This weapon is really well made, can I buy it?"

"The products of our tribe are experimental products. They have not been distributed and sold, so I can't tell you the details." Mengzi said self-consciously.

The huntress said with certainty: "It uses Cangcuo snake bones, which are melted and forged. The toughness is better than other metal mixtures."

"Sounds like you're an expert..."

Meng's praise didn't have much emotional ups and downs, he bent down to pick up the package and handed it back. "We must tread carefully, and I hope you understand that Thornton Kaya has no ill will towards its friends."

A smile appeared on the corner of the huntress's mouth, her confidence returned to her face, and she asked, "Are you one of the more powerful group in the tribe? Do you have time to fight with me?"

Meng smiled perfunctorily, packed up the knocked-off debris and turned to leave.

He checked his equipment, cautiously and proficiently, and said without looking back: "You should be an acquaintance of Wusenbu Zhanjing, and someone will come to find you a room later."

"What about the fight?"

Meng replied calmly: "It is absolutely impossible, you are very strong, I can see that it is luck to subdue you."

A flash of excitement flashed across the face of the huntress, she took her package and followed him in the corridor of the hatching room. "Pretty words can't convince a man from the bottom of his heart. I need to prove my ability."

"And then?" Meng asked.

"Then..." The huntress was speechless and looked at the other party hesitantly. "It will allow my family to value my opinion and respect my choice!"

Meng showed a suddenly realized expression, stopped, and took another look at the other party with the help of the light.

He said: "Oh, so you are the daughter of Wusenbu Zhanjing."

The huntress frowned, from asking questions to keeping silent.

Meng turned around and continued to walk forward: "Your father admires our warrings, everyone knows, and he is a very strict elder, so it is difficult for you to get his praise, but he does not praise our warrings. Absolutely..."

He told his thought process, suddenly stopped, and chuckled twice.

Meng's tone became more cheerful: "You don't want to defeat our battle flag and prove your ability?"

The huntress did not answer, but the silence at this moment seemed to be a silent acknowledgment of this sentence. "So what, if he's not here, I'll fight your second best fighter."

The power bestowed by the beast spirit is very strong, and her self-confidence is not unreasonable.

Meng resolutely refused: "Our Zhanjing probably just returned from the Red Maple Heights. As for the second most powerful person... is a shooter, stay with our Zhanjing."

As he walked through the incubator, he checked the various cubs and the number of eggs to see if they were accurate.

"I'm the acting commander of the Horde, and it's an eventful time, I won't waste my energy on a duel, it doesn't matter if I win or lose, and I just came back from the battlefield, I was injured, and you ruined my night of rest... duel unfair."

Meng's tone was steady, and every sentence made sense.

He was surprised that he was able to say such a thing.

Meng knew that the huntress would not let it go, so in order to dispel her stupid thoughts, he asked, "Do you know Frengundo?"

The Huntress' eyes turned serious, and she nodded.

Meng said very seriously: "Our battle banner was declared war by Frengundor, and it was widely spread. You can learn more details from traders and adventurers after staying in the tribe for a few days, so you can Let's see if we can defeat him."

The huntress stopped where she was.

She had indeed been convinced, the guy in front of her was about to push the door to leave, she asked unwillingly: "Do I have to fight?"

Meng put his hand on the wooden door, and when he turned around, a cold light flickered in his pupils.

"I don't recommend it."

He reaches out and pushes away.

Dazzling light came in.

Only now did the huntress realize that at some point, fully armed shield soldiers and riders had already surrounded the building, and there were archers and pyrotechnic magicians in the distance...