Roulette World

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Wenluo Mountain is a gathering place for posthumous people. It is famous for its many bare and majestic peaks. This gives posthumous people many excellent camping options, so many tribes will settle here. Over time, this place has become One of the most famous posthumous ethnic camps.

The cold season has come quietly, but the temperature in the first few days is not too low. The posthumous tribes in the entire Wenluo mountain area are seizing the last opportunity to go hunting and store as much food as possible for the cold season.

The peaks and mountains in the mountains are in a ring shape, and there are only a few narrow and long mountain passes that can be entered and exited. This gives the posthumous people a relatively easy defensive terrain. These tribes unite to guard these several passes. It has not been attacked by monsters on the ground for a long time. Now that we're inside, we're more likely to get a good night's sleep at least more often than others in the Wynloth Mountains.

However, the outside world is still dangerous. Even if there are dozens of tribes, large and small, and tens of thousands of posthumous people gathered here, when they go hunting, the god of death still haunts every posthumous person. At any time, the black sickle in his hand will fall, ruthlessly taking away his life.

Every return from hunting means not only a harvest, but also a permanent parting for some posthumous people.

Avatar mouth.

This is one of the several exits in the Wenluosi Mountains, because a mountain here is like a human head, so everyone calls it the mouth of the head.

Today, the large-scale tribe Yingchibu leads two medium-sized tribes and more than a dozen small tribes to jointly take charge of the guard work. This kind of thing continues every day when the sand falls, so everyone has become accustomed to it.

In the distance, a team of more than 50 people was approaching. An elder from the Yingchi tribe climbed up to look at it. He was sure that it was a small tribe in Wenluo Mountain. What is it called... The elder thought for a long time, Only then did I realize that it should be called the Quebei Tribe. Every member of this tribe is used to putting a feather of a flying monster on their fur collar.

When they got closer, the huge stone gate was pulled up, and the fighters of the Quebec tribe filed in. Almost everyone carried prey on their backs. Although the size was different, compared to the number of them, this number was enough for them to die. People are surprised.

"Lao Mei is wrong, it's really Almighty God, why are you so good today?" A gatekeeper from a small tribe knows these people in Quebei, and greets them when they see this situation, and other guards at the gate also follow. Looking at them, the person in charge here, the senior figure of the large tribe, even walked to the side of the Quebei tribe and took a closer look at their prey.

Some middle-aged posthumous people nodded to the clan elder first, and then answered the acquaintance.

"Hey, not only did we gain a lot, but we didn't lose a single soldier!"

As soon as these words came out, many guards immediately exclaimed in low voices.

In the cold season, not only posthumous people are crazy, but also all kinds of monsters. Except for a very few, monsters also have to survive the winter. They also need to store food or energy.

No matter what kind, they will hunt wildly. When they encounter monsters, they will hunt monsters. When they encounter humans, they will hunt humans. And for them, humans will be more delicious.

This makes the entire Blue Secret Realm extremely dangerous in the days when the cold season is coming and just brought. Almost every time a hunting team of the tribe goes out to hunt, some people will die. The entire team of fighters could not come back.

At this time, the posthumous tribe is filled with cries.

Even for those large tribes, it is a luxury to come back unscathed.

As for a small tribe in Quebei, the entire tribal warriors probably consisted of these people, but they went out to hunt so much food without killing a single person. This is too unreasonable.

The clan elder looked around among these Quebei people, but he didn't find any high-level fighters above level five. He didn't understand why these people didn't have any casualties, and it didn't even look like there were many injured people.

Lao Mei laughed out loud, pulled out an arrow from her quiver, and waved it triumphantly at these people.

"what?!"

Before the others could see what was going on, the elder of the large tribe had already flashed to Mei Cuo's side and snatched the arrow into his hands.

"It's very strange, um, there is a strong force attached to it, no, it's self-contained, this, it's impossible!"

After taking a closer look, the clan elder couldn't help muttering to himself, full of curiosity about this feathered arrow emitting a faint gray light.

When the posthumous warriors are fighting, they can also attach some rays of light to their weapons to increase their power through the burning weapon realm of the secret technique, but once the weapons are separated from their bodies, the rays of light will disappear.

But this arrow... has been shining all the time!

"What is this? Where did it come from?"

The soldier who knew Lao Meicuo knew that something was unusual when he saw the clan elder's expression, he came over and asked, he knew that this was something that everyone else wanted to know too.

The posthumous people in Wenluo Mountain have lived together for many years, and they are still united due to external pressure. Lao Mei didn't hide her mistakes, so she just told the story.

It turned out that when they were hunting, they met a posthumous wanderer. After contacting the two sides, they found that this wanderer was carrying feather arrows made of monster bones. They were very curious about this kind of glowing arrows, as if borrowing Come and see, the rogue showed them, and allowed them to try the power.

The fighters in Quebei were shocked by the power of this arrow after trying it out, and naturally couldn't put it down, so they wanted to buy it. They talked to this wanderer, and he agreed, and the price was very cheap. Almost no money.

"No money? Lao Mei made a mistake. Don't be foolish. Say it quickly." Seeing that the clan elder was a little impatient, the soldier urged Cui Zheng, who was very proud of what he was saying, to make a mistake and say the key point.

"For such an arrow, he only needs a bone from any monster and two blue crystals for sale." Mei Cuo couldn't restrain his emotions, and laughed heartily: "Yes, you didn't Misunderstood, it is the kind of crystals that our children don’t want to play with, we discarded, and the crystals on the monster’s forehead are useless except to represent their level!”

"You mean, he only needs some crystals and broken bones for a bow like this?"

The clan elder grabbed Lao Mei Cuo by the collar and shouted anxiously.

"Yes, he..."

"Does he have any more? This kind of arrow."

Mei Cuo was interrupted, but still replied: "Yes, he is carrying a big basket, which is full of it."

The clan elder didn't say anything else, he just shouted to let his deputy take charge of the guard duty for him, and he ran back to his tribe in a hurry.

After Lao Mei blinked her eyes a few times by mistake, she finally came to her senses, and shouted at the back of the clan elder who was about to disappear: "Hey, I don't want crystals of any color, at least they want blue crystals. !"

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Just when the posthumous people in the Wenluosi Mountains began to spread the news that a rogue had a good weapon, the rogue had already welcomed his second client more than twenty miles away.