"You look so young."
The giant's eyelids twitched as he spoke.
An early swamp expedition destroyed his facial nerves with poisonous insects. Since then, every time he spoke harshly, he looked more sinister.
Ken didn't answer.
Feilang carried him slowly to the dirt road.
Kuima raised his spear, and the wolf riders and the rangers reorganized the team and blocked the other end of the road.
Sharp teeth, blood splashed.
The robbers were a little scared, and the mountain cats under them showed fear, pacing constantly, ready to flee the scene at any time.
"Don't be afraid, kill these youngsters, and we will go back to eat wolf meat."
The giant began to speak, not looking very good, and he had to pull out the whip from his waist and repeat it again, which stabilized the morale of the team.
[Hostile: Marauders]
[Number: 7]
[Rank: C]
[Dirty deeds, shameful ambitions, nothing but a bunch of fools who bully the weak and fear the strong. ]
Swoosh——
Something cut through the air, and then an arrow hung in front of Kuima.
Ken reached out and grabbed it.
In terms of agility alone, he could crush anyone present.
"Be smart, take back the bow."
He spoke in a soft voice, revealing excitement, and the fool who shot the arrow in the crowd felt a chill on his back.
"Kill them all!"
The giant roared and pounced on Ken.
The mountain cat under his crotch was old, one eye was blind, and its skin was covered with large and small scratches.
The marauders followed closely behind.
Ken commanded the team to calmly deal with the enemy.
Kuima also lowered his spear, and the gray subspecies wolf carried him through the crowd like lightning.
He stared at the despicable archer.
His chest was beating like a drum, and his heart was full of desire.
Since Mr. Ken specifically asked for this bow, he would go and get it back.
A few months ago, this group of people were just tribal warriors who had never seen the world, and the sentry post might not be as useful as the scarecrow in the berry field.
If there were not enough people, they would basically take a detour when they saw the looters.
This winter, they were used to seeing death.
The "survivors" almost became "wanderers", and the accumulated grief and anger in recent days gave them the courage to face the enemy.
At this time, facing the sword, they did not feel too much fear.
But everyone knew clearly: they were able to get mounts and fight back between blood and collisions, not because of the confidence they gained from hunting beasts for days...
but because [Sandon Kaya] had a new war banner.
Ken jumped into the sky, with a steel sword hanging above his head, and blue flames wrapped around his well-proportioned muscles.
He first slashed, then kicked the other off his mount, and then jumped off, letting the two beasts bite each other behind him.
The Fei Wolf King's skin was scratched by the claws.
There was a flash of determination in its eyes, and it bit the mountain cat's neck in the face of the attack, and rushed up with its savage limbs, and a shrill wail came from the mountain road.
The looters rushed over waving hunting knives.
Ken used a steel sword to block it, grabbed one of the guys by the neck, and then rushed a few steps away from the crowd.
[You inspired the team, and the enemy was shocked by your bravery. ]
Quima rushed to the back, and the two harassing archers shot in the wrong direction, and the wolf riders also came to assist in time. The Hayden dogs and mountain cats raised by the other side ran around in the field without thinking.
"If you want to get a share of the pie, you can talk it over."
The giant shook his cheeks, and his twitching eyes did not show his sincerity in the negotiation.
Ken let go of the unconscious henchman, holding the steel sword firmly, and said in a flat tone: "I just want your lining."
"After you die..." The giant felt humiliated, he pulled out the steel rod to fight back, and cursed viciously. "I will hang it on your corpse!"
Ken retreated and avoided a head-blasting blow.
The weapon had a strong northern style, the bone rod and steel were mixed together without any artistic sense, and there were emblems that were not completely polished on the iron buckle.
The giant's attack was full of loopholes.
He had not yet woken up from the winter, and his muscles were lacking in exercise. He was a few points weaker than the lacquered ice apostle who was always beating in desperate situations.
Ken twitched his wrist and cut off the opponent's fingers with the blade.
He frowned and put away his blocking action, thinking that there was no need to waste the durability of the steel sword, and instead approached for melee, hitting his face with two elbows, and then deftly kicked the strange stick away.
"Oh no, don't get it dirty."
Ken grabbed the giant's hand to block his mouth, and stabbed his throat with the steel sword.
In the distance, the blade and the battle axe collided.
When the sun set, the raiders had been defeated.
[Battle ended: Injury X3, Reputation X30. ]
Ken glanced at the distance, and the man lying in the carriage retracted his head.
He smiled lightly, not in a hurry to go over.
This khaki [pressed collar lining], when worn on the giant, is a "cardigan" outfit, but it is a little loose on himself, and then put on the vest and sword buckle again.
Elegant manners, calm expression.
A knight from the southern border was born!
But Ken did not ride a horse, but a wolf, and he had a group of northern warriors under him, who were reporting the spoils to him one by one.
But after the war flag praised him, he only took a pair of shoes.
[Pistonk Military Boots]
[Quality: Excellent]
[Durability: 86%]
Quima walked over here, his face stained with blood, some of which was his own, and most of which was from the enemy.
"Mr. Ken, you have a good eye. This bow is pretty good. It has six strings and can be pulled at least two hundred steps."
"You sound pretty good with it?"
The tribal spearman was a little embarrassed. He thought and answered: "I have learned to throw spears and draw bows. The seniors said that my accuracy is not bad."
Ken didn't care about this weapon. He just glanced at it and confirmed that it was [Quality: Excellent], and said: "Leave it and practice archery."
His eyes became focused.
The experience value rolled up a vortex, and a large part disappeared like a flood. The originally abundant inventory was instantly exhausted.
[Follower: Kuima (Advanced)]
[Identity: Falcon Archer]
[Attitude: Awe]
[Qualification: 2.5 Wisdom: 1.8]
Kuima knelt on one knee and took the weapon from Zhan Jing again with the etiquette of the tribe.
He closed his eyes and accepted a "blessing" that was pretending to be mysterious but was actually to cover up the infusion of experience points.
When he stood up again...
His figure became more symmetrical, and his eyes were a little less impetuous, becoming calmer and more restrained.
But what remained unchanged was the yearning he showed when he looked at Zhan Jing.
The onlookers cheered.
The wolf riders and the blade riders were envious but not jealous, but full of expectations for the future, and their movements to clean up the battlefield were much more agile.
Ken dressed neatly, walked towards the convoy with his hands behind his back, knocked on the door beam, and asked the trembling crowd inside: "The leader of the team, or the guide, any one, as long as they can talk."
He looked back at the battlefield and added casually.
"We have no ill intentions. If no one is willing to talk, then find a way to escape. I will take people away from here."
Quima turned his back and smiled secretly.
Staying with these guys outdoors in the wilderness overnight is almost waiting to die.
But this is also very refreshing. I risked my life to save these people, but I didn't even hear a word of "thank you".
After a while, a person stood up in the corner.
"Respected, respected sir, will you hurt us?"