"I say again, hunting is very dangerous."
Hamxin handed over the old package and continued to persuade.
Joan squatted by the fireplace to tend the charcoal fire, slowly adding the newly chopped firewood to it, while listening to the conversation between the two.
"What's for dinner?"
"There are still some frozen fish left..."
"What about tomorrow?"
Kenn asked without looking back.
There was a long silence behind him, and the voice of opposition was difficult to speak in the face of the embarrassing reality.
He squinted his eyes to make sure it was not an illusion.
[Equipment: De-decorated old coat]
[Quality: Wild goods]
[Durability: 67%]
In memory, the people of the North liked to use a part of the prey as the most proud decoration, and took it off and buried it together after death.
What a pity, it seems that the original owner has passed away.
Kenn put it on carefully to avoid pulling the wound. The clothes were very clean but slightly loose, so that the leather waistband needed to be inserted into two pin grooves.
He must be very burly.
[Weapon: Steel Blade Dagger]
[Quality: Excellent]
[Durability: 77%]
The blade is made of Duolun steel from southern Xinjiang, the bone handle is fine, and the leather straps have not been stained with the blood of any prey.
This is the best thing the old hunter can do at present.
[Task: Collect Food]
[Progress: 4D remaining]
[Description: The village that has gone through hardships is in a food crisis. You take on the responsibility and find a way to get as much food as possible. ]
The note pops up the task, which is collected in the corner of the eye and can be mobilized at any time.
"You can go to the entrance of the village to have a look." Joan was still squatting on the ground, her face was covered with grass ash. "Mrs. Tennyson said that the men who went hunting gathered there to get things."
Kane nodded and said nothing. He closed the door when he walked out of the wooden house.
The village on the westernmost border of Palotusbi, Sandonkaya, had just experienced the baptism of swords and the bandits riding snow lizards destroyed most of the buildings.
[Mill (damaged, repairable)]
[Blacksmith Shop (damaged, repairable)]
In a village with hundreds of households, more than half of the houses were burned down, and only about forty people survived.
A scout stood on the sentry post, and a young tribal warrior watched him walk by. His hand was bandaged, and there were bruises near his eye sockets.
The village women with sad expressions talked in low voices, and many eyes fell on Ken.
He nodded in response and quickened his pace.
There was a square in front of the village, with a wide view and the most remaining charred and bloodstains.
Ken stopped and raised his eyes. The [fish drying field] was empty, and a dejected fisherman stood on the frozen lake.
The wooden fence stretched along the south side of the village with difficulty, intermittently, and gaps and broken arrowheads could be seen everywhere.
Several hunters gathered at the entrance of the village, and in front of them were piled up with equipment collected from the battlefield.
There were not many things, and there were only two rows of shelves.
The result was even more disappointing than expected. Rust was visible, and even the bone armor was severely eroded by the wind. The note flashed [Wild Goods], and some were even [Damaged].
The durability was generally below [20%].
"Is he the one Hamsin saved?"
"I saw the wound with my own eyes. Mother Winter bless you, it healed very quickly."
...
Ken heard a conversation behind him. He didn't look back, but squatted on the spot to change a pair of muddy and bloody shoes.
[Equipment: Qishan Winter Boots]
[Quality: Excellent]
[Durability: 80%]
Not bad, the size is right and warm, and the soles that are hammered out can definitely withstand outdoor snow.
[Equipment: Short Bone Rib Armor]
The bone armor is not satisfactory. It is a bit uncomfortable to put it in the old coat, but it inexplicably adds a little sense of security.
Someone patted him on the back.
"Come here."
Ken is the only southern Xinjiang face in the hunting team. He has no tattoos or oil paint. He is taller, more muscular, and younger than the others.
He is grateful and dares to hunt despite the threat of the wilderness. The villagers of Santonkaya appreciate this.
[Reputation +5]
The crowd moved the sealed box out again. There were several weapons stuck in it, including bows and spears, two-handed axes and maces on the lower layer.
But the most eye-catching one is the long sword lying in the middle.
Men always have their own romance.
For example, it has a full and sharp blade, made of high-quality steel, and the craftsmanship is not sophisticated, but the forger must be worthy of this business. This handle feels smooth no matter how you hold it.
[Equipment: Standard Sword]
[Quality: Excellent]
[Durability: 83%]
Ken shook his wrist, the sun slanted through the snow, and the sword blade printed that face - sharp edges, deep eyes and slightly tired.
The sun passed two fingers above the tree branches, and the hunting team of Santonkaya left the village.
They said goodbye to each other and headed along the established route. The team that Ken followed avoided the main road and chose a more rugged mountain road.
Despite this, the worst thing happened.
A group of wandering robbers stared at them, and the barking of Hayden dogs followed far behind.
Ken immediately made a decision to make a noise to lead the pursuers away!
The hunters were moved and burst into a group of objections.
He raised his hand calmly and said: "If you kill the prey, send a portion to Uncle Xin."
After that, he turned around and left during the silence of the crowd.
[Reputation +10]
[Village·Santonkaya: Friendly]
The looters who had been silent throughout the severe winter have just revived. Their main source of income is the merchants and small armies that enter the mountains in the spring.
The hunters are just sacrifices to unseal the blade.
Ken ran until his strength was exhausted. When he stopped to rest, he quickly smeared [unknown animal feces] on his body.
The nose of the Hayden dog has not yet ended its hibernation.
He was not reckless, but testing the notes.
[Climb over the dead corner of the gully, the stench of the corpse can cover the trace. ]
That's it!
Ken did it. After climbing over a low cliff, he hugged his head and rolled into the bushes. The corpse that had died violently but not yet transformed gave off a foul smell at his feet.
The footsteps and curses gradually faded away.
The dull low roar also disappeared completely.
Ken let out a long sigh, stepped on the soft and rotten corpse, and showed a meaningful smile.
He was a little proud.
He seemed to be stronger than he thought, and the physical fitness of this body was not satisfactory.
Waking up in the wilderness, the world of swords and magic was waiting for him to venture out. A calm mind was more secure than anything else.
He thought so, and his mood became more and more cheerful.
[The wilderness is full of dangers, you must have the ability to protect yourself as soon as possible. ]
Ken quickly turned over the pile of dead bodies, and lit the grass roots to drive away mosquitoes and flies. After the stars shone, new things popped out.
[Task: Try]
[Progress: Unlimited time]
[Description: Do something appropriate, you are full of secrets. ]
Me, secrets?
Ken looked around, and the exasperated looters were likely to return.
"Oh, too passive."
Ken took a short break and decided to avoid the main road and head to the more remote wilderness.
The hunters teamed up to search for half a winter, and there was no exploration value in places that were a little closer.
He had to get rid of the pursuit first.
Then he had to study the notes carefully. If there was progress in [Task: Attempt], he might be able to break the deadlock.
His thoughts were clear.
But the rapidly changing weather in the wilderness made this wild raid even more difficult.