Mercenaries and Adventurers

The two hunters hid and waited for the aliens who were climbing up and down the big trees in the dark night to go away. Then the two guys lowered their bodies and walked through the neat fields silently.

The colorful cloaks they wore were effective even in the dark night. Not to mention the furries that were walking away, even the small animals in the field could not notice the small steps of these two living people.

When they came to the foot of a large tree planted randomly in the field, the two hunters looked at each other. The old hunter gestured towards the tree, gesturing to the young man to go up and have a look.

This made the young hunter twitch his lips in dissatisfaction, and made a contemptuous gesture where the old hunter couldn't see it.

But he still climbed up the tree honestly.

The young hunter's movements were more dexterous than that of an ape. With a hook and lift with one hand, his whole body was like a stone in a sling, and he was thrown up in a half arc.

On the mid-air branches of the big tree, the young hunter squatted, jumped, and then jumped up again. Then he pinched the trunk of the big tree with his legs, stretched and retracted his body, and quickly climbed to the upper part of the big tree.

Seemingly possessing the ability of night vision, the young hunter glanced up and down the tree and discovered something that would not have appeared here originally - a small wooden statue with a bird's head and human body.

He took a breath of cold air, immediately lowered his head to cover the direction of the sound with his hands, and explained his discovery to the old hunter on the ground below: "Damn it! There is a statue of a god on the tree! It looks like a bird with a head and a human body..."

Before he finished speaking, the old hunter under the tree frowned and quickly interrupted the young hunter: "Stop! Stop! Don't describe that thing! Especially don't block the face of that thing! Come down, come down!" "

The young man quickly stopped talking, looked down at the height, relaxed his legs, kicked on the tree trunk, and jumped to the ground sideways with the help of his strength.

boom!

The sound of this young hunter landing was even lighter than that of a cat. Not only were his legs landing on the ground front and back for cushioning, but his arms also touched the ground as his body landed, helping his whole body to ease the force of his fall.

There was no need to roll for buffering. Just like jumping from a height of one meter, the young hunter rubbed his wrists and stood up directly. He also rubbed his feet left and right on the footprints he had made on the ground to wipe away the footprints. flat.

"What's going on? Is there something wrong with that thing?"

The old hunter made a silent gesture, then pulled his young companion and retreated quietly. He also scanned the dark night with his eyes alertly, as if there was something in the dark sky.

They didn't go far and settled in a simple shack where a debtor lived not far away.

Of course, the debtors who were sleeping in the shack were all knocked unconscious by a scented pellet thrown in by an experienced hunter in advance. At this time, the two of them were lying on the edge of the shack where they could see the big tree, observing the place through the gap in the simple wall panel.

The experienced hunter put away some of the fragrant pellets that had evaporated and placed them in a small, well-sealed wooden box around his waist.

"Do you still remember what kind of power the existence we are tracking has?"

Once reminded, the young hunter understood: "The worship of birds by primitive humans? By the way, it is to control birds and provide shelter after dark, right?"

"Similar, almost. I remember before we set off, the priest told me that in the pictures and deeds of the being in the ancient documents, there was a bird-headed human appearance, but those were all tribal humans who believed in him before he was sealed. Finally, His image is described. The ancient lodgings kept in the church are the original black bird images."

The experienced hunter stretched out his hand and pointed at the dark sky: "He is causing trouble again. Maybe there is an envoy of that person lingering in the sky at this moment. Although he is not our opponent, the mission of the two of us is not to fight."

"I know, I know, follow and observe, and report all situations. Do you need to report the discovery just now?"

"Of course. You report it first, and I'll keep an eye on it to see what else will happen. Well, it seems that the young knight is still involved with that existence. What a pity, a pretty good young man just walked in like this Wrong path."

The experienced hunter shook his head regretfully, which made the young hunter beside him quite unhappy. What's the matter, that young knight is amazing, but I am just ordinary, right?

Dissatisfied and complaining in his heart, the young hunter did not stop. He took out a small snake sculpture made of fluorescent stone from the inner pocket of his chest, took it in his hand and carefully stroked the fluorescent stone a few times in a certain order. The delicate scales of a small snake.

Soon, this object made of fluorescent stone started to tremble and move.

Just like a real little snake, this fluorescent little snake also opened its mouth and spit out a snake message that also glowed slightly, but there was no hissing sound.

The young hunter was not surprised by all this. He climbed down and placed his head on the ground. His eyes were parallel to the mouth and the fluorescent snake that raised its body. Then he carefully reported the findings in a low voice.

The little fluorescent snake spit out the letter and nodded, as if he understood what the young hunter said. After the young hunter finished speaking, he waited for a while to confirm that the human being did not need him to convey any news. Then he lowered his body and wandered on the ground of the rotten shack, crawling slowly and quickly past the snoring people. As expected, the debtor eventually found a jerboa hole in a corner of the shack and got right in.

Seeing the fluorescent little snake that delivered the message crawling away, the young hunter whispered to the experienced hunter: "Okay, the message has been taken away by the messenger snake. The priest should be able to see it at dawn."

The experienced hunter suddenly hissed at this time, waved to the young hunter, and pointed to the dark sky outside.

The young hunter understood what was going on and quietly came to the wall panel of the shack that was full of gaps for air leakage. He looked through the gaps at the big tree he had climbed before.

There was a loud flapping of wings approaching, and then the two hunters with night vision saw a huge raven flying down to the big tree.

You must know that birds also have various territories. An area overrun with insects and rats is naturally a good place for birds to forage. Although there are also differences in the time and territory of diurnal and nocturnal birds, Dorn Town The farmland outside was obviously not the raven's territory.

Whether it is day or night, they are not birds like ravens, but two other more ferocious birds.

"Here he comes. Is he that messenger?"

the young hunter asked softly.

The experienced hunter squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to see through the obstruction of the big branches and leaves at night and see what the raven was doing inside: "Of course. However, that person still has envoys to send out. It seems that we Those fellow hunters behind me didn’t do a good job in this hunting activity.”

The young hunter was also a little angry about this. If it were him, he would have quickly killed all the targets on the hunting list after receiving the hunting mission.

After waiting for a while, the two of them saw the huge raven flying out of the canopy of the big tree again. But this time the movement is not so neat, because its claws are grasping a wooden sculpture that is larger than a human fist.

Because of the weight, this huge raven has to fly higher to avoid the nocturnal raptors that patrol and hunt at low altitudes at night.

"Where is it going?"

The young hunter couldn't help but feel the urge to trace the past.

But before he could stand up, his companion put his hand on his shoulder and suppressed him: "Wait a minute, you want to understand that there is a wooden statue of a god in the big tree where the alien race went tonight, and it was also covered by that tree. An envoy was sent to take him away."

"Yeah, I know, what do you mean?"

The experienced hunter was helpless. His young companion seemed to have a clear mind. In fact, his actions were faster than his brains: "It means that several alien races went out together tonight. One of them is like this, but what about the other ones? Is it the same way? , or is there some other move? We all have to figure it out. As for where the messenger took the wooden statue, we will figure it out later. Humph, don’t Dorne Town only have three forces at this time? "

"small town."

"Fleeing people."

"A gang of bandits in the wild."

The experienced hunter finally said: "The idol can only be used by others, it cannot go far."

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The morning breeze brought fresh air, stirring the spring morning mist. The uneasiness changed into many shapes, and finally dissipated unwillingly in the light of the morning light.

Outside the camp of Knight Kiel, a young guard who was responsible for guarding from midnight to early morning rubbed his eyes. He just seemed to have seen the morning fog on the knight's camp changing into a strange look with teeth and claws.

But when he finished rubbing his eyes and looked up again, the morning fog had quickly dissipated under the first ray of morning sunlight.

"Maybe he's a little tired."

He muttered. As soon as the voice fell, the sound of Knight Kiel getting up came from the knight's tent.

There was a low, vague complaint, and a slightly tired yawn, followed by the splashing sound of water being poured into the wooden basin. After a while, the curtain on the camp door was opened from left to right, and Keir walked out with an unhappy look on his face.

"Good morning, Lord Knight!"

The young guard immediately stood up and struck his chest forcefully with his fist.

But Kil, who usually returned the favor, just waved his hand casually, and said to the guard in a wan tone: "Wake everyone up. It's time to set off on the road as planned!"

"Yes, my lord."

The young guard responded immediately, and then ran around excitedly, asking everyone to get up.

In fact, the people responsible for cooking had already gotten up early. When hundreds of people walked out of their tents, the aroma of the wheat porridge in the iron cauldron was already wafting out.

A member of the public who was responsible for cooking used a large wooden spoon to tap the edge of the iron pot filled with wheat porridge, making a crisp collision sound. He said loudly: "Ho! Come quickly, if you are late, you will not be able to eat!"

In fact, everyone has enough food. Priest Batar will give out the god-given food for that day after dinner every day, but this does not prevent the people responsible for cooking from urging everyone to eat early. After eating, they, the cooks, can finally Have a meal.

Kil soon rode the blood-licking grass around the open space while everyone was eating, instructing everyone to bring everything they would take with them when they set off later.

Bloody Fangster finished his meal in a few mouthfuls, and then hurriedly directed the people to dismantle the simple tents they lived in. The support pillars in the tents must be placed on the strongest carriage in their team.

At this time, Priest Batal was leading believers in the God of Agriculture to hold a brief prayer event in the morning. After leading the believers to pray according to basic prayers, he briefly told a story about the faith of a well-known priest.

However, most of the believers were absent-minded. Some secretly touched their stomachs with their hands, urging the priest to end the activity quickly so that they could make time for breakfast.

It’s not that he’s afraid of not being able to eat, but that the cook who scoops out the rice is generous enough to give him some more wheat porridge at the beginning, but later on, those guys often come to get food in order to eat more. The people scoop less.

We don’t want to suffer this loss.

But at this moment, Priest Batal, who was kneeling first and facing the protective statue on the top of the amber metal staff, spoke unhurriedly, making the hungry believers really anxious.

There are also some people who are not interested at all in the stories about famous priests told by priests. They clearly understand what the priest’s identity is? What are their identities? What does listening to great faith stories from famous priests like this every day have to do with farmers like them who don’t even have land to plant?

Mr. Barfoot, the businessman in charge of managing the team's supplies, was holding a bowl full of wheat porridge with a red face. He was talking to several young people around him who were obeying his orders. After eating, the team set off. All necessary items for departure.

Although he had already discussed with his subordinates last night who was responsible for who, but at this moment he had to reiterate the process and what everyone was responsible for.

This is an opportunity for him to be reborn after he hits rock bottom. He will seize it and has already grasped it.

When other businessmen who were captured and tortured by bandits in a cave were still living in despair day after day, he had climbed out of the trap of failure again. Although it was a little different, if he took advantage of these opportunities, he could become one of these hundreds of people. The people's material management, or directly climbing the path of priests and young knights of the Church of the God of Saturn, can definitely make a difference.

The previous losses may be nothing.

He took a big gulp of the slightly hot wheat porridge, his eyes full of energy and energy.

In a remote corner of the clearing, the old businessman Nobi Fentigia was feeding two people. The young man who was being cared for by the old man was sitting obediently next to him, opening his mouth to ask for the wheat porridge he had made.

A stupid young man next to him also imitated the young man's behavior, opening his mouth and waiting for the old man to feed him.

Several rescued businessmen around were eating their meals while whispering at the fool who had just joined their team. They all already knew that this crazy young man was actually a powerful figure among bandits. It's just that in the previous battle, he was beaten into a fool by the Kiel Knight.

It was supposed to be sold like other bandits before. Of course, everyone knows that the slave trade is prohibited in the Kingdom of St. Halls, but everyone knows about debtors. It is the same thing to make a debt document that the bandits will not be able to pay back after a lifetime of work.

For this reason, yesterday, these people even beat up this stupid young bandit. If the old businessman hadn't stopped him, they would probably inflict all the abuse and pain they suffered in the bandit's lair on this madman.

"Well, little guy, tell me, what method should be used to cure this man's madness?"

The old businessman fed Will a mouthful of wheat porridge. The crazy Will hugged his sword happily and chewed the food in his mouth. Others are crazy, but all kinds of instincts are still there.

He knows how to put on a good face for those who feed him, instead of pretending that he doesn't exist.

The young man opened his hands with missing fingers and thought carefully: "Grandpa, do you think he is pretending to be stupid?"

"Pretending to be stupid?" The old businessman smiled happily: "What he has experienced these days is not something that a person who pretends to be stupid can bear. Haha, you are still young, you will know when you are older."

"But if he didn't pretend to be stupid, wouldn't he be split in half by Lord Kil's sword? He definitely didn't want to die, so he had to pretend to be stupid in order to survive."

When the young man said this, the old businessman touched the young man's head with pity: "Hey, you think of your sister again?"

The young man subconsciously touched a bracelet on his wrist, neither saying yes nor no.

"Hey, grow up quickly. When you grow up, you can develop your skills and then go out for revenge." The old man comforted the young man.

But the young man looked aggrieved: "But the bandits who killed my sister have been killed by Lord Keir long ago. Don't talk about me, didn't everyone's revenge be avenged by Lord Keir that night?"

The old businessman rolled his eyes, thought for a while and then said: "Then think about it this way, the world is very big, and bandits in other places are also doing some harmful things. When you grow up, you can punish them when the time comes. Give them a painful punishment. How about that?"

"But I can't even hold up an iron sword! At least, I have to be like Lord Kil, holding a shield and sword, wearing thick armor, and riding a tall horse. Only in this way can we defeat the evil bandits, right?"

The more the young man talked, the more aggrieved he became: "The prairie horse owned by Lord Knight, last time I tried to touch it, it bit me!"

The old businessman laughed loudly: "That's because it eats your hair like grass! You are still too small, and you are not as tall as a carriage wheel. However, if you grow up in the future and are not tall and are not good at fighting, You can learn to do business. There is not only one way to deal with the bandits."

The old man blinked and said narrowly: "When the time comes, you can make a lot of money as a businessman, and then find Knight Kiel and hire him to defeat all the bandits with the yellow-orange gold that everyone loves."

The young man was a little confused, is that so?

The stupid Will next to him also had some doubts in his eyes, is this okay?