Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Needless to say, the value of a masterpiece.

Each masterpiece-level creation not only embodies the pinnacle of skills, but is also the crystallization of the hard work and inspiration of their craftsmen, which is rare to find.

If we say lower-level expert-level equipment, it can still be mass-produced.

That masterpiece level is equivalent to a work of art.

In the market, they can often be auctioned for dozens of times the premium.

That’s all—

"The old world crossbow...it's better to improve the second type." Wu Mian couldn't help but wanted to touch this strange crossbow, but stopped his hand and looked at the businessman in front of him, his face full of suspicion: "What are you doing? Did you get this?"

The only organization in the world that can produce old world crossbows are mechanics.

Only the technology hunters who are their subordinates and collaborators can equip such crossbows on a large scale. This is also part of their efforts to maintain the suppression of the equipment generation gap of other forces.

And the Old World Crossbow MK2.

Even among technology hunters, it is the most advanced model, and application for use requires extremely high permissions.

Wu Mian is different from ordinary tribal herders.

He already has a deeper understanding of the situation in this world and what it means.

Masterpiece level.

Plus Old World Crossbow MK2.

Two things that were already very precious, put together... the value of this crossbow can be said to have doubled geometrically.

Ren Lin's fat and white smile.

Wu Mian's eyes instantly became enigmatic, as if there was something hidden behind it that he couldn't see through.

"Oh Lord Faceless, there is no airtight wall in the world, no matter how tight the blockade is, there are still loopholes... It's just an old world crossbow leaked, it's nothing." Ren Lin smiled and pushed the box towards Faceless, "I happened to hear It is said that before you became a beast trainer, you were also a famous shooter, but later this reputation was overshadowed by other auras. "

"I can't help you with anything else, but I hope this gift will go well..."

Faceless hands sank.

Ren Lin's words were all honorifics, but they sounded cold to his ears.

He looked around.

The people of the Baimei clan were still busy cleaning the battlefield, and no one noticed them.

"...This is different from what was promised." Wu Mian lowered his voice.

Compensation has increased.

"Don't worry, what you are asked to do has not changed." Ren Lin still smiled, "It's just that a higher-level adult has noticed this, and he feels that you deserve a better reward."

"Higher people..."

Ren Lin made a silent gesture.

"After it's done—"

"Your title is guaranteed. After all, there are quite a few people who have become nobles through our merchant guild in recent years, and you are no less worthy."

They are the nobles in robes.

"Speaking of which, I really envy Mr. Faceless for having such a good opportunity. It's so miserable for little guys like us. We have worked hard for so many years and still ended up like this..."

The fat businessman changed the subject and began to complain.

Wu Mian was silent.

A gust of wind with the smell of animals blew by, lifting up his long, combed hair.

A side face covered in bite marks was revealed.

It looked extremely ferocious.

…

…

Baimei clan.

On the lush green grassland, there stands a tall golden tent.

The Beifeng Clan's white tent was already extremely luxurious in Shandi, but if compared with the Baimei Clan's golden tent, it looked like an ordinary herdsman's tent.

A chorus of roars.

Came from the golden tent.

The commanders of the Baimei clan gathered with their soldiers in the clan's tent and swore their determination to resist the beak-billed beast disaster.

The clan leader Wuma nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at the great men of the tribe.

Although the White Eyebrow Clan invited Wu Mian, this was not their real confidence in dealing with the beak-mouthed beast disaster.

As the largest tribe in Shandi.

If anyone could defeat the various beasts in the Bone Wasteland head-on, it would be them and only them.

Usually, they even have spare time to take care of other wandering tribes.

This time facing the beaked beast.

Not even the Baimei clan dared to entrust Da Da.

But they also have confidence.

Even if all other tribes are destroyed by beast disasters, the Baimei clan will still stand and exist forever.

By the time,

Other herders who have lost their tribes and become displaced can also come and join them.

in some meaning.

Ensuring the safety of the Baimei clan is the best protection for all Shandi compatriots.

The commanders went their separate ways.

Wu Ma's satisfied smile suddenly solidified.

He sighed.

Seeing that everyone around him had left, the patriarch took some cheese and pasta from the previous banquet, put them in a gold basin, opened the curtain from the back of the big tent and left.

He turned left and right and walked to a small, secret tent. There were two strong soldiers guarding each tent.

Wu Ma didn't speak.

Made a few gestures.

The two soldiers nodded and left, whining in agreement - they were actually deaf-mute.

The clan leader walked into the tent.

It was dark inside, and there was a faint stench, which made him frown.

But he quickly suppressed his expression.

A smile appeared on his face: "My child, it's time to eat."

What he saw in front of him was a large copper pillar embedded deeply into the ground. The pillar was fused with iron rings and iron cables.

The other end is tightly clasped on a person's wrist.

It was so heavy that it caused bleeding.

The wound had already scabbed over.

Hearing the voice, the man raised his head.

Under the unkempt hair, he was unexpectedly handsome and even beautiful, not like the rough herdsmen of Shandi at all. He had not seen the sun for a long time, which made his skin look unhealthy and pale.

The pure white eyebrows also proved that he was a member of the White Eyebrow Clan.

"Father." The young man said.

This was actually the son of the Wu Ma tribe leader. It was rumored that when he was young, he showed a talent no less than Wumian, which made many people very optimistic about him and believed that this was proof that the White Eyebrow Clan would further grow and rise.

Ji Hai Baimei.

His mother was from the United City, so he also took a half name similar to the United City people.

And Ji Hai was almost designated as the successor of the tribe.

However, things did not go as planned.

He went crazy.

After all the tribes knew that the future son of the White Eyebrow Clan had suffered from insanity, they all sighed, but no one had seen him since then. Some people suspected that Ji Hai was dead.

But he didn't expect to be locked here.

"Okay." Wu Ma picked up the golden basin.

He broke the baked buns little by little and put them into his son's mouth.

The young man also ate obediently little by little, without any intention of resisting, just looking at the ground.

Just when Wu Ma was about to finish feeding.

Ji Hai suddenly raised his head and looked directly into his father's eyes:

"The beak-billed beast disaster is coming?"

Wu Ma was stunned, and then he was furious: "Who told you! Is it Li Ping?"

"How many times have I told you to tell those people not to..."

"Father, you misunderstood." The young man's tone was neither flat nor indifferent, "Grandma Li was sick recently, and the cattle and sheep at home just gave birth and needed to be taken care of. I didn't let her come these days, and no one else could get close to here."

"No wonder..." Wu Ma remembered the smell of urine when he first entered the tent.

I guess no one has changed it for several days.

Then, he heard his son say:

"You told me, father."

"From childhood to adulthood, the expression on your face can't be hidden no matter how hard you try...Apart from the beak-billed beast disaster, I can't think of anything else that can make you so worried, or..."

"It's the beak-billed beast disaster."

Wuma admitted frankly.

He looked at his son's eyes that were gleaming even in the dim tent. This keen perception and clarity inside...How could he be a lunatic.

However,

The father, the patriarch, was not only not happy, but his face became colder, unlike the kindness at the beginning.

"I have a feeling, father." Ji Hai continued, "This beak-billed beast disaster is unusual. I can feel the agitation of the prairie gophers..."

"This has nothing to do with you."

Wuma interrupted him forcefully: "We have invited Wumian, and the soldiers are also ready. We are confident that we can survive this beak-billed beast disaster. I am just a little busy and a little tired."

"It's already this time!" Hearing Wumian's name, the young man said angrily, "Why don't you let me go out to help our tribe, but trust an outsider? Is it my ability..."

"Your ability has improved again, which is good-but sometimes I would rather you don't have this ability, so that you won't do such stupid things." Wu Ma looked at his angry son with iron eyes, "You won't mix with the remnants of the bloody rebellion."

"Is that so?"

"'White Eyebrow'."

"I don't understand. You are the prince of the White Eyebrow clan, and you may inherit the entire Shandi grassland in the future. Why do you want to meddle in the affairs of farmers and citizens? What does it have to do with you?"

Hearing this,

Ji Hai suddenly became quiet.

But his father Wu Ma became more and more anxious and angry as he spoke:

"Do you know that the reason why our White Eyebrow Clan is so powerful today is that we occupy the most fertile four-season grassland in Shandi, and the other half is the station and support of the Merchant Guild... I shouldn't have sent you to the United City at the beginning. No, I sent you to the United City so that you can make more friends with those nobles and gentry, not let you contact those rebels!"

"Even, you put yourself on the wanted list."

"Even if you don't mention the Merchant Guild, a behemoth like the United City, is it something you can afford to provoke with your ability as a small cat?"

"If it weren't for my many efforts to find a scapegoat, you would have no head now - you still want to show up, do you think you and our entire tribe have lived too long!"

A series of questions.

The tent mask trembled a little.

The two soldiers outside the door looked back with awareness, but they couldn't hear anything.

After speaking, Wu Ma took a deep breath.

Look at his son.

It was just that the other person's hair was hanging down, so Wu Ma couldn't see Ji Hai's eyes clearly, but he felt uncomfortable for some reason.

"Forget it... This is not the first time I have said these words to you."

Wu Ma suppressed his anger and turned away.

"In short, don't worry about the tribe's affairs. Now only the identity of a madman can save your life..."

"I just hope you are alive."

After the chief left.

After a long time.

This lonely little tent burst into a violent metal collision and friction sound.

And the roar like a wounded beast deep in the throat.

However, the two deaf-mute soldiers outside the tent.

They all seemed not to notice at all.

Still guarding the way to here.

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…

"Here, here, and there!" Warman shouted excitedly, "Give me another seven inches to add to the height of the wall!"

This worker bee is almost dancing.

He was so excited.

For him, building the wall is the most exciting thing. If there is anything that can surpass it...

That’s building a wall five times faster!

The comfort level has doubled several times.

Under the command of Warman, everyone in the Engineering Department worked hard, and a rammed earth wall glowing with a strange dark red color that had never been seen before was rising from the ground and extending towards both ends of the sky.

If this continues.

Even the tents, which were used to provide shade and demarcate the stronghold, could not keep up.

Because the module effect can only take effect within the stronghold.

Lu Meng came up with a way, which was to first build all the fortifications for this section of the fence under the greenhouse, then dismantle the greenhouse and assemble it on the foundation of the next section.

Once the original wall is built successfully.

Also counts as stronghold range.

If you continue to repair and install fortifications, you can also enjoy the module bonuses.

This maximizes utilization efficiency.

Warman looked at his handiwork.

After feeling this magical power of accelerating time, as a hive engineer and an absolute wall enthusiast, he had a bold idea.

He will be at the border of Shem.

Build the walls!

The greatest wall ever!

...Of course, it is still a bit exaggerated and unnecessary at the moment.

The Red King only controls the western part of Shendi, and further west is the Burning Forest and the swamp, which is his hometown and is very safe.

Current work of the engineering department.

Or defend against beaks.

According to Warman's estimation, seven days was enough time for them to build a defense line that even a beak-billed beast with amazing endurance and speed would have to die suddenly if it wanted to run around it.

Moreover, he also designed it into a semi-curved shape.

In this way, if the beak-bill attacks the front, the shooters on both wings can also form cross fire.

Similar to the Wengcheng.

However, you still have to have dreams.

The Red King has provided him with such a big stage. If he doesn't make good use of his private goods...if he doesn't make good use of it, it would be a shame.

However, there is excitement.

There are also downsides that worry the wall-loving Warman.

That is, once he experienced the refreshing feeling of doubling the speed, he doubted that he would feel any better when he tried ordinary wall repairing in the future... The threshold had been raised.

Dull.

And want to regain the passion.

Only found here in the Red King...

Warman was shocked.

Wouldn’t it mean that we would never be able to live without him?

And just then.

Near the construction site, a wolf howl suddenly came.

"Ouch————"

Long and far-reaching.

However, neither the herdsmen who stayed nearby nor the people from the Marshland Engineering Department were panicked.

They are already used to it.

I also know what this is all about.

The first batch of burying wolves.

Domestication successful.