Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

【Wind Blade, Expert (1523→…→…2187/6000)】

Tang Wen stood still, unmoving for a long time.

"Xiao Wen!"

"Commander Tang Wen!"

"Damn, the Earth-walking Beast is dead?"

"..."

Zhou Bing burst forth continuously, finally killing the Stone-tooth Boar with great difficulty. Dragging her tired legs, she led people to rush in.

She immediately froze.

The high-level alien beast, the Earth-walking Beast, was dead.

Team Leader Liu was dizzy, looking left and right, seeing no one else: "Commander Tang, did you kill it alone?"

Tang Wen did not answer.

In the darkness, he grasped an inspiration, a cultivation inspiration.

Since the visualization method can be unleashed through sword techniques, then wouldn't it work to throw pebbles as knives?

Slender fingers, carefully placed on his shoulder.

Tang Wen turned his head and saw Zhou Bing's pretty face filled with worry: "I'm fine. I just overexerted myself a bit."

Indeed, even with his formidable physique, he was currently nearing exhaustion.

Yes, only nearing exhaustion.

Zhou Bing, Wu Tian, Team Leader Liu, and the others were even more tired.

At this moment, seeing that Tang Wen was unharmed, they released a breath and wished they could lie down and sleep immediately.

Tang Wen helped Zhou Bing to rest. Team Leader Liu looked at the Earth-walking Beast, which still had some warmth, and became excited again: "We can't wait until dawn. Quick, bring out all the carriages. We may have to rush back to the camp overnight. Messenger, go notify the camp and tell them that we have hunted a high-level alien beast. Have them send people to pick us up!"

Although several stone houses were knocked down.

This time, they made a huge profit.

Sand Wolves, Stone-tooth Boars, Earth-walking Beast.

The guards roused their spirits and busied themselves.

About an hour passed, and they still hadn't finished cleaning up.

The sound of hooves came from the direction of the camp.

Hearing that a high-level alien beast had been hunted, General Zhao personally led a team to come. After looking at the corpse of the alien beast, he asked: "Where are Tang Wen and Zhou Bing? Are they injured?"

"General! The two commanders have overexerted themselves and are resting."

Before Team Leader Liu finished speaking, Tang Wen walked out of the house.

General Zhao looked him up and down, happily saying: "Good lad! So abnormal! How many days have you been a martial artist! You actually hacked an Earth-walking Beast to death!"

Tang Wen smiled helplessly: "The knife even broke."

Seeing that Tang Wen was fine, General Zhao couldn't hide his excitement and said a lot more: "If the knife is broken, just replace it! A high-level alien beast! These things are hard to kill and even harder to find! You're just lucky, kid. The traveling caravan is coming back soon. See what good things they can bring. When the time comes, you can pick whatever you want!"

With General Zhao here, the hunting team was no longer in a hurry to leave.

Whatever high-level mutated beast, just come if you want.

"You go back to the house to rest. Don't worry about safety!" General Zhao waved his hand.

"Okay, no rush. I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

Seeing the hesitant look on Tang Wen's face, General Zhao also became serious.

A few minutes later.

"You want to resign from the position of commander and focus on practicing?"

General Zhao's eyes were filled with strangeness.

Are the ideas of geniuses so different?

"Is it difficult?" Tang Wen asked softly.

General Zhao shook his head: "Many years ago, someone made the same request as you."

"Who?"

"The Queen."

That was not surprising. The Queen loved to drink and fight and was not interested in leading or managing.

"Okay! I'll mention it when I get back. With your merits and talent, keeping the commander's treatment unchanged and cultivating on your own in the camp shouldn't be a problem."

"Thank you, General Zhao!" Tang Wen cupped his fist and smiled. He was originally thinking that if the camp didn't pay him a salary, he would hunt mutated beasts for a living.

"It's nothing." General Zhao waved his hand.

The two walked along the hunting team's camp, chatting casually.

The next day, General Zhao was stationed at the hunting grounds.

The blood of the Earth-walking Beast was splashed on the three baits.

Three days passed in a flash. The hunting team killed seven or eight medium-level alien beasts and hundreds of low-level alien beasts.

But not a single high-level alien beast.

This is why the camp doesn't send general-level combat power to hunt for a long time.

High-level mutated beasts are very alert and intelligent enough not to easily attack human camps for food.

On the fourth day, suddenly a camp guard came to report: "General, Commander. The traveling caravan is back. Please return to the city quickly."

General Zhao suddenly realized: "They're finally here. It's been another year and a half! In that case, take the harvest and let's return to the city."

The camp's caravans are divided into short-distance caravans and long-distance caravans.

Short-distance caravans just wander around nearby.

The shortest trip takes a month or two, and the longest takes two or three months.

But long-distance caravans take at least a year for each trip.

After all, they rely on carriages and travel on barren mountain roads, facing all kinds of dangers.

Long-distance caravans cannot even guarantee that they can bring back anything.

Sometimes, just surviving is all they can do.

The whole camp became lively.

Children ran back and forth on the road.

Adults craned their necks, looking at the carriages covered with thick cloth.

Even though it had little to do with the people outside the inner city, everyone was willing to watch for a while.

Ultimately, camp life is still too difficult, and ordinary people rarely encounter things worth celebrating!

Royal Palace.

Everyone curiously looked at the things and women brought back by the traveling caravan.

This was a group of Western Region beauties with deep eyes, high noses, and fair skin. They wore gauze clothing, fur, highlighting their full breasts, slender waists, and long legs.

Tang Wen saw this and nodded secretly: This world's Western Regions must also be the main conquest target of Central Plains civilization.

The caravan leader, the portly Qian Sanduo, introduced to everyone: "They are a song and dance troupe from the West who encountered an accident and were rescued by our caravan, so they came back with us."

The Queen looked at them with interest.

Learning that the visitor was the Queen, they quickly curtsied.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Queen, Your Excellency the General, Your Excellency the Commander!"

"Not bad!"

Commander Qian Sanduo took the opportunity to say: "I plan to build a geisha a restaurant with female entertainers in the inner city and have them perform and sell wine."

"Hmm, wine? What kind of wine is it?" The Queen tried to pretend not to care.

"There is wine, there is sorghum wine!" Qian Sanduo obviously understood the Queen. He led everyone to a carriage filled with black porcelain wine jars, the mouths of which were smeared with black sealing mud.

"Good, good, good," the Queen resisted the urge to rush forward, open a jar, and drink it all at once, letting Qian Sanduo introduce the others.

As the rainproof cloths were lifted one by one and the wooden boxes were opened, Tang Wen was surprised to come too.

Grandfather clock!

A black wooden box contained two half-meter-high grandfather clocks.

They were the old-fashioned type, large clocks placed on a base.

Tang Wen took a deep breath and pinched the back of Zhou Bing's hand.

The latter frowned and looked at him, not understanding why.

Tang Wen nodded secretly, it wasn't a dream.

"The grandfather clock is said to be made by craftsmen using hundreds of thousands of parts. It can be placed in the conference hall to make it easier for everyone to see the time."

The next carriage had the clear sound of tinkling coming from a small box.

" Music box, it can make sounds, wonderfully ingenious."

Someone brought down a huge wooden machine.

" water-powered textile machine! Borrowing the power of water to weave cloth quickly. I've seen those people use it on the spot, and it weaves faster than ten people."

Transparent glass bottles containing liquid.

"Glass, ink, and writing brush, quill."

"..."

People were initially surprised, but by now they were shocked numb!

An even greater storm was raging in Tang Wen's mind: because many of these things were mass-produced!

Civilization products, modern civilization products!

This world has an industrial civilization!

But there is no country, no federation, and the Black Mountain Camp next door is still a slave system!

People are still starving to death on a large scale because of barren land and lack of food and clothing!

Who would have the ability to invent?

Huge questions surged in Tang Wen's mind.