Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

Thump, thump!

The earth trembled as Tang Wen burst forth, running as if flying.

In a few leaps, he had reached the hill where the sand wolves were.

“Awoo!”

“Awoo, awoo, awoo~”

The howls of the wolves rose and fell.

Tang Wen looked down from the hill, seeing a valley below, overgrown with thorns and green grass, with several small pools of water in the shadows near the stone walls.

The sand wolves surrounded him from all sides.

Looking at the herds of cattle, sheep, donkeys, and deer below, Tang Wen thought that his family's meat supply could be replenished.

“Awoo!”

An extremely penetrating howl echoed.

His heart tightened, and Tang Wen looked towards the mountain across the valley.

A giant wolf of light gray color.

It was even larger than an average silver wolf.

The giant wolf howled.

Tang Wen didn't detect any malice, but he frowned.

If he understood correctly, did it mean to send him some food?

Tang Wen's face was full of doubt.

It must be that my 'Beast Taming Art' is not refined enough. That sand wolf on the opposite side is at least a leader among high-level exotic beasts.

Even though I am already a First-Class Martial Master, I wouldn't dare say I could win steadily with the pack of wolves surrounding me.

Just then, after the giant wolf howled, the sand wolves blocking his retreat dispersed, and the encirclement immediately broke apart.

Two sand wolves appeared in the valley, driving a half-grown bull and two mountain goats towards the outside of the valley.

Tang Wen's astonishment froze on his face.

In the gentle breeze, he muttered to himself:

“Impossible, impossible, it really wants to give them to me… right?”

More than ten minutes later, two sand wolves emerged from the west of him.

Running in front of them were the bull and the mountain goats.

This completely baffled Tang Wen: “Why do I feel a sense of guilt for no reason? It feels like I've become the villain in a cartoon, bullying small animals.”

Another giant wolf emerged on the opposite side of the valley.

It was slightly smaller in size and seemed to be a female wolf.

Tang Wen felt a trace of danger from it.

Thump, thump, thump.

The hooves of the cattle and sheep trod on the ground.

The sand wolves that brought them over howled, and the three herbivores trembled in place.

The sand wolves' performance was even more professional than that of carefully trained sheepdogs.

Tang Wen stepped forward, took out a rope from his waist, and tied it around the necks of the three prey.

Turning back, he looked at the two giant wolves, feeling like he should say something.

Thank you for the treat? Thank you for the hospitality?

Uh, it sounds like I'm here as a guest.

So, should I just say goodbye?

Hmm, it sounds like I'll come again after I finish eating.

A sense of absurdity arose in Tang Wen's heart.

He really didn't expect that one day he would be troubled about how to greet and thank a pack of wolves.

“Cough, cough, in the future, if your pack doesn't attack the people in our camp first, I think we can coexist peacefully!” After Tang Wen finished speaking, he pointed in the direction of the camp: “Anyway, thank you for the gift!”

The giant wolf responded with a low growl, and Tang Wen waved at them, leading the cattle and sheep away with a complex feeling in his heart.

I am a dignified First-Class Martial Master, how did I become a beggar?

And the object of begging is not even human…

The western wilderness, hundreds of miles away.

A black mountain forest, with rugged terrain, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The Black Mountain Camp is hidden within the black mountains.

“How is my son?” Old Black Ghost asked in a deep voice.

“Commander Black Fang, he, he, he needs to recuperate slowly.”

“How long will he be well?”

“This, this, this master…”

Bang!

Old Black Ghost slapped out a palm, and the leading physician died on the spot.

“You speak!” he pointed at another doctor and said.

“Two years, two years! Commander Black Fang will definitely recover to health!”

“Two years? I can't wait two years!”

Old Black Ghost leaped up, and after a moment, there was no one alive in the house.

Only Black Fang was half-dead and unconscious on the bed.

“Flame Camp!”

“Tang Wen!”

Old Black Ghost窜 climbed onto the roof, looked into the distance, and in his deep eye sockets, a black mist darker than the deepest night filled the air.

“Ah-choo!”

“Don't put ice on your head anymore, or I'll spank you!”

Cui Lian said with a stern face, teaching Xiao Taozi a lesson.

The latter was not afraid at all, hiding behind Tang Tang, pulling on the hem of her skirt, and making faces at her mother.

“You!”

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“The little one is just playful.”

The women in the yard were doing their housework, and Tang Tang made some rou jia mo for everyone to eat.

Rou jia mo were no longer being sold outside.

Not only Tang Tang, but also those merchants who were designated by the camp to sell grain and food.

The remaining vendors also no longer went out to set up stalls.

This summer, the camp's farmland in the mountains yielded almost no harvest.

Relying only on the fields in Peach Blossom Spring and the newly reclaimed fields by the lake, not much grain could be harvested.

As the number of refugees increased, and the camp was forced to incorporate more and more martial apprentices and martial artists, the pressure on food increased day by day.

General's Residence, Council Hall.

The Queen was still in seclusion, and Generals Zhou and Zhao were in charge of all affairs of the camp.

Tang Wen sat in the corner. He came to return the snake skin soft armor and happened to catch up with the meeting, so he sat in the corner to listen.

He usually practiced his skills every day, and the news was too closed off. It was good to understand the current situation.

The first to speak was Qian Sanduo, who had just returned from touring all the nearby territories: “No one is willing to sell grain unless we trade them full-body refined steel armor and give them a batch of blacksmiths.”

The commanders shook their heads one after another. This was a blatant demand.

The reason why Flame Camp has its current status is largely due to the fact that they have a poor iron ore mine and can forge refined steel armor.

For martial apprentices, martial artists, and even Third-Class Martial Masters.

Whether or not to wear refined steel armor during combat makes a very big difference, and can even determine life and death.

Everyone discussed, but there were no actionable suggestions.

Tang Wen sat thoughtfully at the end, pursing his lips, and did not speak.

“No one can say when the drought will end.” General Zhou said, and the room fell silent: “Finding new sources of food is still the most important thing right now!”

The camp has a lot of stored grain, but it must also plan ahead.

Everyone was at a loss.

General Zhao suddenly named him: “Tang Wen, you have a lot of clever ideas, tell us!”

Tang Wen really had an idea. He talked about what happened yesterday when he met the sand wolves, and then said:

“Wild exotic beast groups have the habit of raising prey. Since we can cooperate with the silver wolves, we can cooperate with the sand wolves. Sand wolves are weaker than silver wolves, and the strongest in the group will not exceed the general level. They live in the southern wilderness and must have competitors. We can cooperate with them to eliminate their competitors. We harvest prey and leave the territory to them.”

“Not bad!”

“The younger generation has better brains!”

“I think Commander Tang should speak more in the future.”

“That's right! You can't just bury your head in martial arts.”

When Tang Wen heard this, he said a few modest words and declined repeatedly.

What a joke, achieving transcendence as soon as possible is the most important thing. I don't have time to negotiate with wolf packs.

In the end, General Zhao decided to go out in person.

Food is the top priority, and it is normal for generals to be dispatched.

Of course, the camp dispatching a transcendent also means that the sand wolf pack has no choice.

They can only agree, only cooperate.

Otherwise, the prey they raise is actually quite a lot.

That night, in a corner of the palace, the sound of rumbling and shaking continued to come from the courtyard.

The passing guards shook their heads and said:

“Why do I feel that Commander Tang Wen's seclusion this time is even more dynamic than his previous seclusion?”

“Who knows! Maybe he's experimenting with some new moves?”

The guards guessed all kinds of possibilities, but no one mentioned the most direct and obvious possibility!

The realm has broken through, and the hammering movement is naturally greater.

Everyone had this thought in their minds, but they immediately denied it themselves.

Commander Tang Wen has become a First-Class Martial Master?

How could it be so fast!

No matter how talented he is, it will take a year or two to break through, right?