Chapter 76 Hunter
"Let's split up."
Ken picked a strong and spirited warhorse from the army, then handed the task of finding the stone spirit to the fisherman, and turned back to say to everyone.
"We don't have time, get it!"
The black eagles all raised their heads, like the curled up Cangcuo snakes in the valley, staring at their prey with their tongues out, and their eyes passed over the snowflakes in the sky.
The thick-winged eagle rose into the sky.
The biting north wind carried it up, but it could not penetrate the thick black feathers, nor could it blow away the black smoke on its neck and eye sockets.
This flying monster, as strong as a calf, was staring at the refugees.
The operator behind it was a team of mystics belonging to Elwei.
Ivan, the son of the lord, has always been resentful since he was threatened by Ken in the tavern and lost the opportunity to seek the weapons of the spirit craftsman.
Elwei is a small city-state bordering the high wall of Everfrost.
Pistunk once included it in its territory, but later the Black Knights launched a coup, and the "Imperial Comet" known for its bloody plot chose to assist the new king, and Pistunk's territory was in constant dispute.
Elwe took the opportunity to declare independence in the chaos.
Ivan's father, a lord in his twilight years, did not have the energy to seize this opportunity to develop the city-state, and indulged the open and secret struggles of his retainers.
"Without weapons, we lose the bargaining chips to win over the northern tribes, damn it!"
Ivan paced and cursed in his own tent.
He was spoiled by the decadent aristocratic life, with a narrow vision and a head occupied by jealousy, which made him not outstanding in the struggle for power.
The subordinates knew it well, and even the mercenaries were unwilling to echo the frequent complaints of their employers.
The repairman's eyelids twitched, holding back his anger, watching Ivan break one plate after another, and listening to his meaningless roar.
"Ken, right? When I contact the Horanta tribe, the war banner of the North will crush this bug sooner or later. When the time comes, the village will kneel down and beg for mercy and be killed!"
Ivan cursed indignantly.
Everyone knows that "Horanta" is one of the oldest tribes in Pallotusby and is an existence that can check and balance Frengandor. How could it grant friendship to a small city-state like "Elwe"?
It's just that the rumors have been amplified and the authorities are self-paralyzed.
The mystic concentrates on guiding magic, and a little consciousness is connected to the sky above the North. The thick-winged eagle flaps its wings, and its mottled pupils turn slightly, looking for traces of refugees on the ground.
Suddenly, several sharp arrows with tricky angles shot out!
Just when the attack was about to hit...
The limbs of the thick-winged eagle were separated, and the sneak attack steel arrowhead passed through the gap in its body, and the surging magic shook the falling snow.
It reassembled its wings and flew high into the sky.
"It's screwed."
Quima lifted the cover and showed a giant crossbow that had been assembled.
He commanded his troops to make bowstrings from vines in the moss and built this anti-aircraft weapon according to Arthur's drawings.
"Our means are limited and we can't keep up with the speed of their turning."
Quima glanced at the beastman's smile and said with complaint.
"You should have reminded me that it has this ability, instead of laughing afterwards and making me look like a fool!"
The beastman turned away the half-damaged face.
"It doesn't matter, the thing is in hand."
He picked up two falling black feathers in the snow, put it to the tip of his nose, and immediately smelled the strong smell of the beast. He rubbed the roots with his fingers to confirm that there was still a thin layer of skin on it.
Quima expected the old man to be defeated.
On the back of the snow slope, his slingers exhaled into mist.
The training of the expedition made the farmers tougher. They dismantled their equipment quickly and cooperated well, but it was not enough. Otherwise, they would have definitely killed the thick-winged eagle just now.
The troops set out in the early morning.
The wheels were entangled with wild thorns, the carriages and camels buried their heads and snorted loudly, and the refugees pushed their belongings on the icy and slippery ice debris.
Ken led the scouts to explore the way.
He and the strongest group of people opened up space in the waist-deep snow cover.
The leader's courage to fight the wilderness inspired the team.
All complaints were bitten into the teeth.
The refugees suddenly believed in the happy life of Santonkaya. No one dared to regret it. The only way out was death. They could only squeeze out the last strength of their bodies and keep moving forward for survival.
The team was like a piece of cloth eroded by rain and snow.
It was narrow and long, messy, and drifting in the wind, as if it was going to wrap up the mountain road.
The name of the snowy peak in front of us is Oga.
It is a node on the Flynn Ancient Road, named after a deceased battle banner, and passed down by the barbarians and old priests.
On the cliff of the secondary peak.
[Langzi] leaned against the ice, and the cold could not penetrate the thick skin of the giant.
Meng took two steps to run up, stepped on his shoulder and jumped high, climbed over a few relatively simple protrusions, and threw himself on the unprotected cliff.
He barely grabbed an extremely narrow ice lump.
The onlookers were unmoved. Their team did not lose any members, but just nodded lightly, as if saving the trouble of collecting corpses.
Meng had to use four fingers to support his body, like a shaky ice cone.
The beast trainer opened his mouth and urged loudly: "Be quick, if the owner of the nest returns early, you can let go of your hand, at least it will not be so painful to die."
Meng ignored it.
Top hunters must learn to eliminate interference.
He reached into his waist bag and took out the feather of a thick-winged eagle. He tried to pull up his upper limbs and put it into the cave at the top of the cliff.
Breathing, balance, groping.
Meng's left arm was frozen red by the ice, but the abyss under his feet did not allow him to tremble. He could not look up and groped in the space without vision.
He exhaled carefully and put the two eggs he found into his bag.
"Be careful of your head."
The warrior who believed in Mother Winter suddenly spoke.
The Heilas also caught a glimpse of the black shadow approaching from afar. The ridicule and jokes disappeared instantly. The crowd hid, but they were all silently paying attention to the cliff.
Meng was too young and too impulsive.
He knew that time was running out, so he pushed his foot straight, like a ram jumping in the mountains.
"Mad man."
The beast trainer muttered.
The Heilas frowned and looked at the distance between him and the safe zone. Fortunately, this kid was strong and agile enough to touch the stone.
But, the next second!
His frozen fingers were not flexible enough, and he actually brushed past it directly, breaking the ice cone with his entire upper body, and then fell rapidly towards the cliff!
Several people stepped forward.
Ken had issued a death order, not allowing team members to die because of this mission, and if necessary, it would rather abandon all resources.
Meng burst out with a fierce force.
He broke the iron sheet on his neck, held it tightly, and plunged into the crack of the ice. He found the balance strangely in the air and changed direction.
He sank into the snow, and several animal teeth scattered from the neck rope, falling into the cold and dark abyss.
The giant stepped away the snow in two steps, dragged his companions back from the edge of the cliff like a lamb.
Meng hid in the bunker and scolded him as soon as he opened his mouth.
"If you make more noise, you can send me down directly! Stupid, cough, cough cough..."
The warrior raised his elbow to hit Meng's ribs, and then said to the giant: "I think what he wants to say is, thank you."
Counting the time in the dungeon, Langzi has stood up for Meng for the second time. He should not be blamed for anything.
Meng wanted to fight back.
The beast tamer waved his hand to stop him, and he signaled him to be silent with his eyes.