"By the way, Zhan Jing, there's something else you need to see."
The hunters brought out another box.
The invaders' belongings were all here, including bone and fur ornaments, peculiarly shaped ironwork, and various porcelain bottles and cloth bags.
[Homemade medicine]
[Quality: Ordinary]
[The raw materials are everywhere, and the efficacy is not expected. ]
Ken distributed them and asked the troops to carry them with them.
At the same time, give them to the old hunters for reference, and combine them with Sandon Kaya's home method to see if they can make something more useful.
Dig a little more.
He smiled and took out a few spherical pendants.
[Item: Fire Shell]
This is a good thing for making fire outdoors.
Ken was thinking about this thing when he was trekking in the freezing rain.
He shook it in his palm and felt a collision inside.
The broken lava was still there.
This kind of stone is taken from various craters and can last all year round. It is a rare item.
Ken hung it on his waist and handed the rest to Kuima.
"Hmm? What are these..."
He took out a few animal bones from the sundries. Judging from the texture, there was no sign of wear and tear from the secret arts. They should be taken from powerful beasts rather than monsters.
The patina was round and smooth, so it must not be out of hand often.
[Item: Bone Whistle]
Is this thing actually a whistle?
Ken looked at it from a different angle and indeed found a few round holes with hidden workmanship.
"It should not be poisonous..."
He muttered, thinking that there was no hint in the notes, so he simply rinsed it with clean water twice and put it to his lips.
Beep——
The sound was not particularly bright, but it could be heard from a long distance, and a flock of night crows suddenly flew up from the nearby woods.
Ken put it down and was about to try another one, but found that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.
Gulululu, snap.
The pottery jars in the hands of the village women rolled down, and the bowls and plates fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.
Everyone was staring at him.
Fear appeared in their eyes, and the warriors clenched their battle axes and swallowed their saliva subconsciously.
"Can anyone give me an explanation?"
Ken lifted the thing and shook it.
The hunters gathered around, and he licked his lips to organize his words.
"We have heard this sound before, the horn of the attack of the Apostles of the Ice and the Plunderers."
An older warrior came over.
"Could this be a fetter? When I was very young, the previous war banner of Santon Kaya was still alive. He had tamed a frost bear and hung its teeth around his neck."
After discussing, several people felt that this statement was the most reasonable.
After listening to what they said, Ken thought for a moment and decided to use the most brutal method to seek verification.
He picked up the bone whistle one by one, found the air hole and blew it up.
The bonfire was still burning, and the crowd all shut up, looking around nervously. The timid people had already shrunk their necks, fearing that a group of lunatics would suddenly jump out from somewhere.
Beep——
Swoosh——
…
The tone is different, it seems that this thing is quite personal.
Ken just blew the last one, but soon, he took it off and put it together with all the other bone whistles.
[Task: Proud Beast]
[Progress: Unlimited time]
[In the direction where the Qibing Apostles attacked, there are still their heritage, but only if they are successfully conquered can they be called spoils of war. ]
The crowd waited quietly until Zhan Jing turned around and asked them loudly: "Who knows the direction of the Qibing Apostles' invasion?"
After a while, he raised a hand and the youngest warrior walked out of the crowd.
Ken recognized the other party. This was the young warrior standing on the sentry post. Unexpectedly, he also survived.
"The road out of the village goes south, not to the main road. I remember that there were crows migrating nests in the woods at that time. Before I thought much, I didn't hear the whistle, and I arrived at the village entrance."
He recalled that night with a look of pity on his face.
Ken patted him on the shoulder, ordered the team to prepare for the first night patrol, and assigned the remaining personnel.
After settling in, they set off immediately.
Ken turned around and went to the campfire to get the sword.
Qiong stood behind his original seat and handed him the reheated soup.
He took it and swallowed quickly, then paused, looking down to see her holding the sword and putting it in her waistband. He was a little uncomfortable, but still swallowed the soup in his mouth.
Ken took the dry food tied with green leaves.
Before he could think of thanking Qiong, he looked up and saw that she had walked away and was busy with other things.
The team gathered at the entrance of the village.
There were not many people, but they were all eager to try - the first outing led by Zhan Jing himself.
Torches lit the way ahead.
Soon after everyone walked out, they saw footprints. Those invaders never thought of hiding their whereabouts, as if this dilapidated village was a meal dedicated to death.
The hunters exchanged glances with Zhan Jing.
They found the surroundings to be a bit absurdly quiet, without the sounds of the dead and wild beasts.
[In the wilderness, only dangerous things are around, and the surroundings are empty. ]
Everyone walked into a meadow, where there were dense footprints, almost no snow, and the withered and moist soil was turned over.
Judging from the remaining waste, it should be the temporary resting place of the Qibing Apostles.
Ken raised his hand and gave instructions very slowly.
Kuima walked quickly to his side, and the warriors and hunters were alert. Everyone quieted down, and some sounds were amplified.
Or rather, it had never been concealed.
Ken's eyes were shining, and the moment the gray vision opened, his breathing slowed down by half a beat.
He raised his elbow and hit the wrist of the man next to him, and the torch was immediately raised high. At the farthest position of the light, a pair of eyes opened very tiredly.
It lay there.
As tall as a moss-backed deer, its claws could easily smash the skeleton, and it was covered with long dark gray hair.
[Fei Wolf (Unowned)]
[Recognition: 0%]
It lay on its front legs, crawling on the grass, fearless, and obviously its rest was disturbed, and its pupils were full of contempt.
The sound in the air just now was its breath blowing the snow foam.
The team began to close together, their weapons were gathered together, and low roars came from all directions.
The wolves walked out slowly from the shadows, and pairs of scarlet eyes surrounded everyone in the middle. Although they were not big, there were more than ten of them.
[Hostile: Fei Wolf]
[Level: D]
[Subordinates who obey the wolf king are stronger than wild subspecies. ]
These wolves have steel collars on their necks, with spikes hidden inside. Judging from the wear and tear on their armpits, the Apostle of Qibing should have ridden them in battle.
Why didn't they use them to attack Santonkaya?
It should be because they underestimated the enemy.
But when he looked at the wolf king at the farthest point, he thought of another answer, which was disdain.
The notes did not mark its level.
His own attributes had increased a lot, but he still felt a deep fear of it.
So, he understood.
The leader was the wolf king, and the one who controlled the wolf king was the terrifying werewolf.
The Qibing apostles could only be regarded as collaborators at best, and they were not in the eyes of the wolf king at all. The two sides had a contractual relationship, not a master-servant bond.
Ken walked out of the crowd.
He grabbed the bone whistle and raised it high, and the already restless forest suddenly became more dangerous.
The moonlight hid in the clouds, and the darkness swayed to invade the fire.
Feilang stood up and looked down at the human in front of him.
"These are the shackles that imprison your people. As a king, you want to take them back."
Ken said, and walked to the center of the encirclement.
Fei Wolf grinned, and its thunder-like low howl made people's legs go weak. Its eyes were bloodshot and it was on the verge of erupting at any time.