book of old days

Chapter 91 Vaughan Valley
Sean called the briquettes over, seeing the limping appearance of the briquettes was very heartbreaking.

He took out a bottle of spirits and washed the wound on the dog's leg, then bandaged it with gauze, took a sip himself, and handed it to Ragnar who was beside him.

As soon as he raised his head, he found that several hunters were aiming at him intentionally or unintentionally, looking at him with surprise, respect, and fear.

Sean is not surprised. Men usually talk about strength. Once his marksmanship, swordsmanship, and most importantly, his fire-breathing ability are revealed, it will inevitably bring about some changes. Fortunately, he has already thought about his words.

Ragnar took a sip of the spirits, and finally couldn't help asking: "How on earth did you do it?"

"What and how?"

"That magical flame."

"Ah, what are you talking about—" Sean took out a brass pipe from his pocket and threw it over.

"Disposable flamethrower, a secret weapon recently developed by Brighton scientists, uses kerosene, phosphorus and combustion accelerant to shoot out a violent flame, how about it, the power is not bad, but I spent a lot of money on it Bought it from the black market in Sword Castle."

Ragnar was fiddling with the burnt and blackened copper pipe. He couldn't figure out how this thing ejected flames, but he still believed that the Nords had more or less weapons against the Bretons. Superstitious colors, if it is said that the people of Brighton have made some weird things, it is probably true.

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "I didn't expect that Braton's weapons had developed to such an extent, it's almost like magic, alas."

Sighing, he switched the brass pipe back to Sean.

Xiao En's explanation cleared up the doubts of the surrounding hunters. There was no fear in their eyes, only admiration remained, so they all came together.

Sigmund the Iron Arm came up and gave him a punch, "Haha, John, I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Your marksmanship is absolutely amazing. Why don't we call you Hawkeye John?"

Hawkeye?It sounds good.

Eric the Red Beard had a different opinion, "I think your swordsmanship is particularly powerful. I swear that even the best Nord warriors don't have such a good skill. How about calling you Sword Smith?"

Xiao En will not care much about the accidental name now, "It's up to you, after all, the nickname has to be given by someone else to count."

"Why don't you call me Wizard John? I think that's the only title worthy of you."

"Haha, Wizard John, this is good."

Scar Wilson picked up the two-handed sword in a doggy manner, and handed it to Sean. Sean nodded his thanks, put it on his shoulder, and put it on his sled along with the battle axe.

In the next few hours, everyone did not sleep. In order to prevent the wolves from leaving and returning, Ragnar ordered several fires to be lit outside the wooden house. Flame is the best tool against wild beasts. If there is a fire before It would be much safer if they piled up together, and the wolves might not dare to rush up.

Sitting in front of the fire, the excitement of the battle made everyone sleepless. While drinking wine, everyone discussed what happened just now, guessing why the wolves gathered suddenly, and why the direwolves appeared in this far south '.

Everyone discussed, but did not discuss any useful conclusions, and finally looked at Ragnar.

Ragnar was thinking all the time, and seemed to be worried about the gods.

"What happened this time is definitely not a coincidence," Ragnar said in a deep voice. He stared at the flames, and threw a piece of wood into it, splashing a little spark. "Something must have happened in the north, and these wolves will gather together." , I am most worried that something may have happened to our hunting ground."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Although the northern part of Nord is vast, almost as large as the mainland of Brighton, there are not many places suitable for hunting.

Beasts can't live anywhere. Animals, like humans, need food and shelter, especially in harsh winters. The lack of food and harsh weather will make animals extremely difficult.

There must be sufficient food and a relatively warm environment to maintain the population.

In the forest and snowfields in the north of Nord, there are several places that are not so cold, and even in winter there are plants that are exposed on the ground. This is undoubtedly a winter paradise for wild beasts, and for hunters, it is Excellent hunting ground.

The Vaughn Valley is such a place. This valley is located between the mountains. The high mountains shelter the cold wind. Over the winter, too, some predators are attracted there.

Deerskin is not very valuable, but it is indispensable for the hunting environment of the entire northern Nord. Only with large prey can there be living space for large predators, such as direwolves, white bears, white tigers, ghost bobcats, and snow leopards. , these animals with precious fur are the ultimate goal of winter hunting.

Ragnar would go there every winter to hunt and rest, not only to replenish food, but also to hunt nearby.

But now it seems that the situation may have changed.

"We're leaving early tomorrow morning," Ragnar said.

"My lord, my companion and I will not go, can you arrange a few people to escort us back?"

The two Brighton merchants looked languid, and the night had terrified them.

At first I thought it was just hunting with the team, but who knew that not only was it freezing to death, but also a pack of wolves would raid.

Ragnar was not surprised by this, "Well, you can go back tomorrow, don't worry, without the commander of the direwolves, the wolf pack cannot gather too large, you still have dogs, small packs of wild wolves are against you. Shouldn't it be a threat?"

The two Brighton businessmen were still a little embarrassed, but the cripple said, "Let me go back with them, and bring back the news of the wolves going south."

This guy was bitten to the ankle during the battle last night - the one that was originally intact, his legs and feet were not very agile before, and now it is completely useless.

There was also a young hunter named Ridley, who was hit twice on the thigh and bled profusely. He was dozing off in front of the fire, his face was pale, and he seemed unable to continue walking.

"Alright, you go back and let the people in the town make some preparations, and bring those wolves back by the way."

Everyone took turns sleeping around the fire for several hours. Sean had made great efforts in tonight's battle, so he naturally received some preferential treatment, was exempted from the task of vigil, and slept soundly.

When he woke up the next morning, Sean found that everyone was already busy.

The skinning of dead wolves and the meat being chopped into chunks and loaded into sleigh wagons was precious food.

The wolf skins were simply processed and bundled together. The severe cold in winter made the furs freeze quickly and could be preserved better.

Two Brighton merchants offered these wolf skins a relatively cheap packing price, a total of thirty gold pounds, which was much lower than the normal price. From this point of view, the trip of the two of them was not in vain. It's coming, but considering that the two of them still need to ship the fur back to cash it out, it can't be said that it's too profitable.

Thirty gold pounds is not a small amount, but for the winter hunting season, it is nothing. The materials prepared by everyone are more than this money.

At noon, the team set off again. With four people missing, the speed of the team did not slow down.

Ragnar seemed a little anxious. He kept urging the dogs to speed up, looking north from time to time, worrying and hurrying. The whole team was moving forward in this atmosphere.

However, the journey on the ice field is destined to be slow. After realizing this, Ragnar quickly adjusted his mentality.

I haven't encountered a large beast all afternoon, not even a rabbit, and the forest is silent. This is probably the change brought by the wolves. All the way south, they are bound to eat most of the road. prey.

Sean and the others encountered a huge herd of hundreds of wolves, but other than that, there were probably other wild beasts heading south in search of food in places they hadn't passed by.

At night, the sled team spends the night directly in the field.

Without a wooden house, everyone could only use the fire to keep warm and keep out the cold, and the bearskin coat on their bodies also helped a lot. Without such a thick fur, this kind of cold winter night would be very difficult.

On the third day, the team finally arrived at this time's destination - Vaughn Valley.

The majestic high mountain stands in front of the eyes, and the snow makes it look extraordinarily holy. The two snow-capped mountains intersect, and the junction is the entrance of the valley.

Ragnar drove the dogs towards the foot of the mountain with ease.

The sled team bypassed the snow-capped mountain in front of them, and a winding and deep valley appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Moving along the narrow passage between the valleys, Sean noticed some disturbing signs. First, several dead dogs The lost wolf was skinned, and the body was just thrown in the snow.

Then there are dense sled prints, which should have been there for some time, but due to the large number, they can still be clearly identified.

"Someone came before us." Ragnar shouted in front, anxious in his voice.

The team finally entered the valley, passed through the gap, and a beautiful scene appeared in front of Xiao En.

The valley is gourd-shaped, narrow at both ends, and inside is an open grassland and sparse forest.

A river meanders in the valley, and the winter sun shines down from the other side of the valley, making the whole valley like a dream. There is not much ice and snow here, and spots are dotted on the green grassland. Sean lamented the beauty in front of him , as beautiful as a landscape painting with a fantasy style.

However, this beauty was soon broken, and something discordant appeared on the grass. It was a dead deer, which was also skinned and most of its flesh was shaved, leaving half a skeleton and broken limbs. The unrepentant look reminded Sean of the mutilated deer head he had seen a few days ago.

Everyone moved along the river, and the more they went, the more corpses there were. Many beast corpses were thrown in the water at will. They looked intact, but all of them were skinned, and the blood flowed down the river that hadn't completely frozen Flowing down, shocking.

Ragnar's face was ashen, and he took out the shotgun, and everyone picked up the guns one after another.

The sledge was already difficult to advance here. Ragnar asked everyone to stop and found an open space to form a circle. He called a few people to watch over the sledge and dogs, and prepared to take others to explore further. At this moment——

boom!An explosion sounded in the distance, causing the dogs to bark and cheering up everyone.

　Sorry, I should have added an update today, but I am a bit tired of writing, so I will add an update tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)