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Chapter 142 Strange Perception
Breaking through the fourth level is the most amazing transformation of Ryan.

Originally at the third level, his strength was comparable to ordinary fourth-level powerhouses, and he could even crush those who broke through the fourth level not long ago, so he thought that his strength would not be too great if he broke through the fourth level. many changes.

But since entering the prairie epiphany today, he felt that something had changed in himself. In a vague way, Ryan seemed to feel the breath of the wind.

"No, it's not right. It's similar, but it's not the wind. How could the wind make me perceive what's going on underground?" Ryan murmured.

After the state of epiphany faded, his memory at that time gradually became blurred, but he still vaguely remembered that he could even feel what happened underground, even if the wind could bring the sound, how could he even perceive the movement underground?

"Good, don't move."

Outside a yurt, a child wearing a thick wool fur coat was hugging a lamb and gently stroking the lamb's wool. The child's nose was red from the cold.

Suddenly, he noticed a figure appeared in the distance.

This surprised the child. On the perilous prairie, it is very dangerous to be alone.

Seeing that figure gradually approaching, the vigilance and surprise on the child's face gradually faded away, revealing an innocent smiling face with some excitement.

"Uncle Ryan!" the child yelled, and ran towards the figure with the lamb in his arms.

"Little Barto, it's so late, why are you still blowing outside?" Ryan hugged the child with a smile, rubbed his cheeks, and elicited a foolish smile.

At this time, the busy adults in the sheepfold not far away also noticed Ryan.

Several prairie men in thick leather jackets and big fur hats looked at this place and planned to come over.

"Daddy, daddy!" The child looked at those people and shouted excitedly, "Uncle Ryan is back!"

Soon, a big man over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and thick back came out of the yurt. He also had a thick braid on his head, which is also a major feature of Mongolian men.

Herdsmen on the prairie, also known as the nation on horseback, have to deal with horses for a long time. They ride horses not for fun, but for hunting and grazing. When hunting, their hair tends to cover their eyes, so they simply put their hair on Braided.

"Master Ryan, you are back!" The prairie man had a simple smile.

"Don't be so polite, just call me Ryan." Ryan hugged the child and looked at the big man with a smile on his face.

"We just finished dinner, and we are going to find you." The prairie man smiled and welcomed Ryan into the felt tent.

This prairie man was one of the group of people that Ryan rescued today.

After witnessing Ryan treating the girl with their own eyes, they also let go of their vigilance. Although there is no Church of the Dawn Church on the grassland, there are occasionally a small number of priests and priests, and it is not uncommon for them to see them.

Knowing that Ryan needs horses, the leader of the prairie man patted his chest and promised to solve it for Ryan, and kindly invited him back to his home.

It happened that Ryan was also tired of the dry food he had brought before departure, so he agreed.

Inside the felt tent.

This felt tent is actually the yurt on the grassland in Ryan's previous life. It is easy to disassemble and is a mobile residence.

"Brother Ryan, please wait a little longer, my woman will bring the mutton here!" The big man and Ryan sat cross-legged on the sheepskin cushion, with a low table in front of them.

"It's okay, there's no rush." ​​Ryan smiled.

"Come on, let's have a bowl of hot milk tea first to warm up." The prairie man picked up the milk tea pot and slowly poured a large bowl for Ryan.

"Uncle Ryan, you're only wearing a robe, not even a padded jacket, aren't you cold?" The child looked at Ryan, blinking his eyes, a little curious.

Ryan looked down and saw that he was still wearing the green robe he had brought from Via. The weather in the grassland was not much better than that in the wilderness. The temperature difference between day and night was huge. Although it was only early autumn, it was already very cold in the morning and evening.However, his current physical fitness is indeed completely immune to the temperature of these natural climates.

"Haha." The big man patted his son's head: "Your Uncle Ryan is a great expert, so he is definitely not afraid of the cold."

The group of horse thieves who attacked them today came from the notorious Qiman tribe. Among the dozens of horse thieves, there were many warriors of the first rank.

With such a lineup, even if it is not a problem to loot some weak tribes, they have not been able to pass even a move in the hands of this Ryan brother!
Those two black chains that looked like swimming dragons made the prairie man feel a little scared when he thought about it now.

"Ah, here comes the hand-caught mutton." The child shouted excitedly.

After the words were finished, a woman walked into the felt tent with a copper basin, and after putting it on the table, the prairie man said, "Before eating, let us thank the goddess for her gift!"

After all, he closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, as did his son.

"Goddess?" Ryan was taken aback.

In Gwen, there are no other churches at all, and the grassland is naturally the same, so they are worshiping the goddess of dawn?
Is this a characteristic localized way of worship?

Ryan was a little dumbfounded, but he still closed his eyes together and meditated and prayed silently.

Outside the yurt, it was cold and windy, but inside the yurt was very warm. Ryan drank hot milk tea, ate a large piece of mutton, and a large bowl of hand-mixed fried noodles.

Although not as refined as Layton's dishes, they are very comforting to eat.

Satisfied with wine and food, Ryan took out a few herbs with light golden leaf veins from the sheepskin bag, put them on the table, and said with a smile: "Brother Guda, I am full, thank you for your hospitality."

"This is Golden Scale Grass. You can go back and find a stone mill, boil it, and grind it into powder. Add a small spoonful of powder to hot milk tea every day, and the injury will almost heal in a few days."

The prairie man named "Guda" picked up the herbal medicine and stuffed it back to Ryan: "Brother Ryan, you saved our life. I haven't had time to thank you. This herbal medicine can heal injuries. It must be extremely precious. I can't take it away." Down!"

Guda wanted to hand it to Ryan, but Ryan just stretched out his right hand to block it, shook his head and said with a smile: "The girl's injury hasn't fully healed today, and I can't stay in the grassland forever. I'm leaving tomorrow. You give her this herbal medicine for a few days as required, so that there will be no sequelae."

Gu Da was taken aback, thinking that his eldest daughter had just been pierced by an arrow today and her life was hanging by a thread, so he gritted his teeth and took it away.

"Brother Ryan, our family will always remember your kindness in our hearts!"

"Chong!"

"Chong!"

There was a fierce impact sound outside the felt tent, and Ryan frowned: "Could it be that the accomplices of the horse thieves are chasing them?"

But when he listened carefully, he seemed to hear the sound of cheers and encouragement again. Moreover, the sound of the impact didn't sound like a weapon, but like wood.

"Brother Guda, is this outside?" Ryan looked at Guda suspiciously.
Just as Gu Da was about to speak, his son rushed to say: "That's men from our tribe competing! There will be a wrestling match later, will Uncle Ryan want to participate?"

Gu Da patted his son's head, looked at Ryan and said with a smile: "Brother Ryan, let's show you the competition of our tribe."

"I want to go too!" The child held his father's big hand on his head in dissatisfaction.

"Haha, let's go together." Ryan laughed, took the child's hand, walked out of the yurt, and walked towards the place where the voice came from.

As he went deeper into the entire tribe, Ryan probably knew the tribe the Guda family belonged to: "The entire tribe has less than two hundred yurts, and these yurts vary in size. It seems that the number of people in this tribe It should be less than a thousand, so it can only be regarded as a small tribe."

At this time, the three of them had already seen hundreds of people forming a large circle with torches on a grassy field in front of them. In the center of the circle, there were two people fighting. Each of them was taller than the other. Ryan saw at a glance that the shortest person There are also 1.9 meters. As for the other person, I am afraid that he is already [-] meters tall.

The two of them were extremely strong, and they both used machetes that are common on the grasslands.

call!call!
The two huge figures were very flexible at this time, constantly looking for opportunities, and if they seized the right opportunity, they would slash each other fiercely without holding back.

drink!what!
Both of them had hot faces on their faces, and they stared at their opponents.

"It seems that what I heard was correct. It was indeed the sound of wooden knives colliding. The reason why the sound was a little dull was because the wooden knife was wrapped with sheepskin. This kind of material can be hacked hard, and it will not Causing fatal injuries." Ryan nodded secretly.

The herdsmen in the prairie are generally tall and strong. They don't know anything about magic, but archery and close combat are their specialties.

Ryan could tell at a glance that both of them had the strength of the second level, and compared with the leaders of today's group of horse thieves, their strength was not much lower.

"A small tribe with less than 1000 people, but there are two second-tier fighters. Is this tribe special, or is it common?"

Even in Layton, Tier [-] has a certain social status. Although the number of warriors is larger and their status is lower, at least they can be counted as... um, one out of a hundred?Ryan was a little uncertain, he didn't have much contact with those warriors.

green grass.

The battle between the two strong men has also become intense, and they even began to abandon their weapons and engage in hand-to-hand combat, which is the so-called wrestling!

The child sat on Guda's head, cheering loudly, and the surrounding crowd became very lively.

Ryan laughed and watched the excitement from the sidelines. Wrestling was also quite novel to him. To be precise, these wrestling can be regarded as a kind of close combat, and many physical skills were developed from here.

at this time--
"Da da da!".
The sound of messy horseshoes seemed to ring in Ryan's ears. Hearing the sound, there were at least more than 100 horses.He looked around, but found that no one responded, as if no one heard the chaotic sound of horseshoes.

"It's getting closer, well, about two kilometers away?" Ryan suddenly had a thought in his mind.

Wait, how do I know there are two kilometers left?Ryan froze for a moment, then frowned deeply.

This reminded him of the epiphany state he entered during the day today. That feeling is somewhat similar to now, but what he feels tonight is a weakened version, and the distance is far less than when he was enlightened.

If I have to describe it, it is like the difference between a wired connection and a wireless connection. If we talk about epiphany, the perception is as fast and clear as a wired connection.

So, he now feels like he is on the edge of a wireless connection, not only non-existent, but also far less speed and distance than before.

But compared with his perception at the third level, there is still a world of difference.

After all, in a noisy environment, who can hear the sound of horseshoes more than 2000 meters away?

Glancing at Guda and his son, Ryan frowned and said, "Brother Guda, it's so late, is there anyone in your tribe going hunting?"

"Hunting?" Gu Da, who was cheering, was taken aback, wondering: "The grassland is not so safe at night, everyone is resting, no one will go out to hunt."

Nobody hunting?

Ryan was silent for a moment and looked east: "There is a group of people coming towards our position over there. There are about 100 horses and they are about 1000 meters away from us."

Gu Da was startled, and then turned his head to look east, but he didn't see anything. He could only see a gentle slope under the moonlight through the gap between the felt tents.

If someone else said this, he would not believe that someone could hear the sound of horseshoes thousands of meters away in such an environment.

But the one who said this was the man who just killed the horse thief of the Qiman tribe and saved their family today.

This is why he can't believe it. Such a strong person is impossible, and there is no reason to lie to him.

But... it's so late, is there anyone out hunting and hasn't come back yet?
Gu Da glanced at the crowd of onlookers, they were all men from the tribe, everyone was there, no one went out at all.

While he was thinking—
A row of long figures appeared on the top of the gentle slope, and the moonlight shone on them, casting silvery metallic light on them.

This discovery made Gu Da's pupils shrink instantly.

"Horse thief! There is a horse thief!!" Gu Da yelled with all his might, ignoring Ryan beside him.

The faces of the two people who were dueling in the middle of the crowd changed. They followed Gu Tian's gaze, looked to the east, and shouted loudly: "The old man and the children all go to the felt tent, men, follow me!"

Seeing that everyone noticed the horse thief, Gu Da pushed his son to his wife next to him: "Uzhina, go to the felt tent!"

At this time, he didn't have time to greet Ryan at the side, and he didn't even have time to thank Ryan for his reminder.

The men rushed forward, and the women followed behind, all with crazy expressions on their faces.

Ryan also followed the crowd and ran towards the front.

"It's the Qi Man tribe!"

"Qi Man!"

A shout came from the front. There was an unconcealable panic in the shout. The voice was like a sledgehammer hitting the hearts of everyone in the tribe. They were still crazy at first, and the faces of the men who were about to tear the enemy apart changed drastically.

"Well, Qi Man?" Ryan was taken aback. Isn't this the tribe that the horse thieves he killed today belonged to?
Could it be that they traced their footprints and came to revenge?
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