Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 542: Substitute (Combined Chapter)
The black dot was bounced out by the reaction force and fell to the ground. It stood up tremblingly, dizzy, and turned out to be a little black goat.

I saw the long-necked beast lying on the ground.

Then its eyes lit up.

——I killed a beaked beast!

Or the biggest one among them.

"Connie!"

"Cornie...Leius?"

Two different voices sounded, calling out its name at the same time, one with surprise and worry, the other with a hint of confusion.

Little Dib fell off the iron bull, but as he was young and light, he was not seriously injured.

While checking Tie Niu, he looked at his little companion.

Another voice.

But it comes from Wumian.

He was surprised to recognize this lamb, which he named himself and had auspicious meaning, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"You guys are actually related to the Farstrider Clan... Isn't this also a kind of destiny?"

Cornelius.

The horn that tames beasts, the crown of the land of Shem.

When Wumian chose the name, he didn't think too much about it, and he was not a person who believed in fate.

However, just before he was about to succeed, he saw the lamb again, and its name fits what he was about to do so well.

The unintentional act many years ago was reflected in reality...

Such a coincidence happened right in front of me.

Even the most rational person will be fascinated by it.

"come over."

The animal trainer waved.

He was in such a good mood at the moment that he didn't mind bringing a mascot with him.

For Wumian, since he possesses such abilities, animals are far more trustworthy than humans.

Cornelius was stunned.

He staggered towards Wumian.

But the next moment.

Its eyes suddenly changed, and it turned around a few steps with fear and jumped into the arms of its owner Dib.

Wumian snorted coldly and turned his wrist.

Finally, he blew the bone flute - with his ability, he didn't need any help to tame such a docile animal as a goat, and he could even control it with just words.

He didn't expect it either.

Something went wrong on such a small matter.

The sound of the flute was hoarse and strange, like a dying giant, roaring its last from its broken lungs.

The audio spreads out.

It also affects all animals within range.

The vigilant wolf riders suddenly discovered that the Boneyard Wolves under their seats began to become restless, and a look of painful struggle emerged in Youying's eyes, as if it was about to break free at the next moment.

Qi Ke on the side.

It can't be suppressed no matter how hard you try.

Although her ability in taming animals is already among the best, there is still a fundamental gap compared to Wumian.

Figures flickered.

The animal trainers from all the major tribes stepped forward to help the bee riders control the Bone-Burying Wolves.

Some people held one horse at the same time.

Force them to calm down.

"You guys hurry up." Xinping held the reins tightly and gritted his teeth.

"That's too late……"

Qing Rong's lips moved slightly.

The white-browed envoy stared in the direction of Wumian.

I saw that, following Wumian's urging.

Something else was attracted at the same time.

There was a dull thud and gravel fell.

The armored warriors quickly moved out of the way - this was a battlefield of giant beasts, and human power was completely beyond their reach.

Only Wumian was still standing there.

Two elder-level beaked beasts appeared behind him at the same time. One of them was even taller than the one that had just fallen, like a standing small mountain.

It is also the elder period.

The number of years of survival also varies.

This ancient giant beast may have experienced hundreds or thousands of years of desolation, wandering alone in the wasteland of bones, with scars all over its body and its skin as hard as iron.

It has witnessed history and only appears here at this moment.

The ten-meter-long neck could create a hurricane just by sweeping it.

Wumian's long hair was flying.

He did not look at the two long-necked beasts behind him, because the trainer knew that he could only borrow their power temporarily at this moment.

Or it may trigger the instinct of the beaked beast.

Or interfere with their judgment.

This is all temporary. When the beast disaster subsides, the beaked beasts will return to the wasteland of bones, and he will lose this power - unless he can make up his mind to abandon everything in human society and live with these long-necked beasts for the rest of his life.

But without glory, what is the point of having this power?
Wumian looked at Tieniu who was struggling to get up.

His eyes were fiery.

Although it relied on the power of armor protection and charging, it was still a fierce beast that could compete with the elder-stage beaked beasts, and even had a chance to kill them. As a wild bull, this was already quite rare.

The important thing is.

It can be ridden and tamed.

This time, Wumian mobilized all the elder-level beaked beasts he had discovered before and put all his strength into them, using part of it to protect himself and part of it to attack the valley barrier.

Originally there were eight elder-level beaked beasts that could be mobilized.

But before setting off, he only found traces of seven giant beasts - this was normal, as they would occasionally leave their range of activities. The incident happened suddenly, and Wumian did not have the energy to mark and search again.

Keep three aside for easy use.

The remaining four broke through the barrier, and with the assistance of a large group of adult beaked beasts, it was more than enough to flatten the White Eyebrow Clan and kill the Lord of Blood.

But after the beast disaster.

If Faceless goes to the United Cities, he will also need other stronger help.

"You deserve a better master."

He blew the bone flute again.

Before this, the tamer had always been targeting the exhausted Iron Bull.

But the aftermath alone was enough to make many of the Boneyard Wolves restless and difficult to control.

Wumian was also restraining the two beaked beasts at the same time.

Lest they hurt each other.

The giant bull, wearing tattered armor, stood up with difficulty.

Under the effect of frenzy, the broken horn is growing back, snow-white and with bloodshot eyes. The wounds on the body are healing slowly, and the granulation tissue is suturing and filling the wounds frantically.

It's just relative.

Tie Niu is indeed in a weak period.

This is the moment when your will is the weakest.

"Iron Bull!" Little Dib hugged Connie and hurriedly pulled the reins.

This bull had been helping the Engineering Department transport and carry construction materials until the Red King led the Wolf Cavalry eastward, only then did he put on his armor again and serve as their transportation.

Later, it was handed over to little Dib to take care of.

The shepherd boy also knew that once the iron bull got out of control, he would not be able to stop it with his limited strength.

Right now, it's the only one that has a chance of fighting against the elder beaked beast.

But it is scarred.

There are two more enemies, and one of them is extremely powerful.

If Tieniu is controlled by Wumian again...

In the sound of the flute.

Tie Niu's eyes were bloodshot, with bloodshot even covering his pupils, making him look dazed.

It raised its front legs.

Wumian's eyes lit up with joy.

"Snapped!"

The dust flew up as the cow's hooves trod.

A high-pitched long hiss directly dispersed the sound of Wumian's flute, leaving the trainer stunned again.

Two streams of white air blew out of the Iron Ox's nostrils.

It broke free.

The two failures made Wumian furious.

He simply pulled out the Old World crossbow.

He pointed not at anyone else, but at little Dib who was holding Connie.

He still remembered that this little herdsman was the master of Cornelius whom he had met when he first went to the Wanderer Clan.

Wumian didn't take it seriously at first, but after a series of failures, he couldn't help but suspect that the other party's ability to tame animals was beyond his imagination, so he controlled the pair of cattle and sheep.

If you are so young.

Just have such talent.

In the future...it may be possible to surpass yourself.

Never stay.

The mounted archers drew their bows in a hurry, but with the protection of the armored warriors and the key elder beaked beasts, their rain of arrows had no effect at all.

With faceless shooting.

Plus the power of the Masterpiece-level Old World Crossbow MK2.

Little Dib had no chance to hide under Tieniu...

"You have such talent, and you were born in a small tribe like the Far Travelers... just like me." Faceless seemed to remember something and whispered, "If it were in the past, I might have been interested in taking you as my disciple."

"It's strange, you're late."

Pull the trigger and the bowstring vibrates.

The iron arrow flew out through the wind.

Wumian's eyes suddenly focused, and he raised his wrist as quickly as possible and shot into the air - it was not his arrow!

The collision of metal and iron sent sparks flying.

Like a daytime firework exploding in the sky.

Whoosh!
Between the electric light and flint,
Wumian hit the flying iron arrow.

He felt a burning sensation on his face, followed by a warm sensation flowing down.

——Although Wumian was an expert archer and had a masterpiece-level crossbow, he was still one step behind, just a hair's breadth away.

But it narrowly missed the long arrow.

It deviated a few inches from its original direction.

But it was also because of this that Wumian escaped being hit directly on the forehead.

"Protect Lord Wumian!" The warriors hurried forward.

Having brushed shoulders with death, Wumian broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't care about it and just stared blankly at the person coming from a distance.

The young man held up the same Old World crossbow as the one in his own hand, but it was an older model.

His hair was white and loose.
The robe behind him was dark red as if stained with blood.

——No, it was stained with blood.

The fishy smell drifted into the noses of the two long-necked beasts, making them sober up a little... This was clearly the blood of those youngsters.

Only then did everyone notice.

I don’t know when it started.

Except for the two elder-stage beaked beasts beside Wumian, the chirping sounds that were originally heard all over the mountains and plains have been silent for a long time - and this may not be entirely caused by Wumian's suppression.

"Who are you?" Wumian's pupils trembled.

I hadn't noticed him before... This is an extremely strong stealth ability.

Combined with the shooting skills that were no weaker than his own, if the opponent had the same masterpiece-level precious crossbow as him, he would probably have been killed by now.

"Your Highness the Red King!"

Before the young man could answer, shouts of surprise broke out.

The animal trainers of the Eastern Shan tribe recognized him one after another—the one who saved their tribe from the beast disaster and escorted everyone away... Lu Beiyou from the Nameless Clan.

The other party calls him the King of Red!

Qi Ke breathed a sigh of relief. When the wolf riders saw their commander, they all saluted with their hands on their chests. Even the originally restless Boneyard Wolf retracted its mane and lay down on the ground.

No more anxiety.

Lu Meng took back the crossbow from the Old World, but the assassination failed. The second attack was difficult to hit because the opponent was prepared.

On both sides of the valley,

In the gap between cheers and silence.

He walked forward.

Passing by Qingrong, he nodded to the representative and leader of the Baimei clan.

"You are Lu Beiyou..." The other party stared at him blankly, as if he didn't react, and suddenly said:
"Have we met somewhere?"

"Your Excellency is so forgetful. It was in the western part of Shandi." Lu Meng chuckled, "At that time, you were still an envoy representing the White Eyebrow Clan."

"I don't..." Qingrong wanted to say that this is not what I meant. He wanted to say that he seemed to have dealt with the other party in other places, but then he choked.

What the other person said.

This seems to be the case.

Different from the excitement on this side, the lineup on the other side fell into deathly silence.

The hired warriors were fine.

But he was faceless after hearing the cheers.

But it was like being struck by lightning, and my heart was terrified.

The Red King, Lu Beiyou... the other party's name echoed in Wumian's mind like electric current, occupying every inch of his thoughts and surging wildly.

They finally became the same code name.

Lord of Blood!

Powerful and mysterious.

It could even allow the president of the Merchant Guild, the Prime Minister of the Empire of the United City, to personally inquire about it.

They also prepared so much.

The enemy to be killed as planned.

"Give up, you can't control them."

Lu Meng walked to the injured Tie Niu and pressed on its body to show encouragement.

"If you want to know why..."

Because their owner is here.

Lu Meng paused, picked up Cornelius who was rubbing against his trouser leg, put him back into the arms of the herdsman Dib who was full of admiration, and said to the little black sheep, "You kid don't count."

Connie groaned, looking dissatisfied.

It was because of Lu Meng's influence that the sound of the faceless bone flute became ineffective against these animals one after another.

Stronger ability to tame animals.

Do not……

"No, it's impossible..." A murmur came in the silence, like the last gasp of a dying person.

Wumian was indeed breathing heavily.

He stared at Lu Meng: "You can't be him... You can't be..."

You can't be the Lord of Blood.

If the Lord of Blood were here.

Then who is the one who is trapped in the valley wall with the White Eyebrow Clan?

Lu Meng smiled: "You don't need to know."

He held the hilt of the knife at his waist.

The inscribed blade is unsheathed!

……

……

As the young man placed the bone xun to his lips.

A hoarse and clear howl sounded from the top of the fortress, and the elder beaked beast, which was originally in confusion, suddenly became clear-headed.

It seemed as if it had just discovered that it was on a battlefield.

And the other fellow who was enjoying himself just now...has now turned into an iron wall.

The beast retreated violently.

The long neck swung wildly, hitting many common beaked beasts around and causing them to scream in pain.

The guards were stunned.

They looked at the young man who was playing the bone flute... This military doctor was not only highly renowned for his medical skills, but was actually a hidden animal tamer?

It can even awaken the cognition of the beaked beast.

This level...even if it's not as good as Wumian, it's not far off.

"Hoo, hoo..." He staggered, holding onto the wall to support himself, and turned around and shouted without caring about the danger: "Get out of here!"

Props and audio can only serve as auxiliary.

The most fundamental thing about taming animals is to mobilize certain innate abilities in the body, which will greatly consume physical strength.

This is for him now.

Still a bit too forced...

A shadow suddenly loomed over his head. The young man was startled and tried to dodge: "Wait..."

But Wu Ma still put his hand on his mask and pulled it hard.

The "doctor" tried his best to stop him, but how could he stop the powerful Wu Ma chief?

Half of the iron mask fell off.

The young man had loose white hair, but it couldn't hide his original face.

It was an extremely handsome face, one could even say he was beautiful, and this military doctor was privately famous for this.

But, in Wu Ma's eyes.

The head that was unconsciously lowered, the dodging eyes... The facial features and bone structure were about 70% similar to that of the military doctor, but the subtle differences could be spotted by those who were close to him...

The patriarch's voice trembled:

"...Ji, Ji Hai?"

(End of this chapter)