Vol 2 Chapter 395: Rogue

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Wenluoshan Mountain is a gathering place for posthumous people. It is famous for its bare and majestic mountain peaks. This gives the posthumous people many excellent campsite choices, so many tribes will settle here. Over time, this will become Has become one of the most famous camps for the posthumous people.
The cold season has quietly arrived, but the temperature of the first few days is not too low. The tribe of the posthumous people in the entire Wenluosi mountain area is 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 form a circle, and only a few long and narrow passes can enter and leave. This gives the posthumous people a relatively easy defense terrain. These tribes united to guard these mouths. It has not been attacked by monsters on the ground for a long time. Inside, compared to other posthumous people, posthumous people in Wenluoshan Mountain can often sleep at least often.
However, the outside world is still dangerous, even if there are dozens of tribes, large and small, and tens of thousands of dead people gathered here, but when going out to hunt, the of death still haunts every dead person, maybe Whenever, the black sickle in his hand will fall, ruthlessly taking his life.
Each return of hunting not only means harvest, but for some posthumous people, it also means eternal difference.
Avatar mouth.
This is one of the several exits in Wenluoshan District. Because a mountain here is like a human head, everyone calls it the head of the head.
Today, it is the large-scale tribes Yingdi Department that takes two medium-sized tribes and more than ten small tribes to jointly take charge of guarding work. This kind of thing continues on every day of the sand, so everyone has become accustomed to it.
In the distance, a team of more than 50 people was approaching. An old clan of the Yingzhi tribe climbed up and looked at it. It was surely a small tribe in the Wenluosi Mountain. What is it called? This old clan thought for a long time. I remembered that it should be called Quebeiluo. Every tribe of this tribe is used to inserting a feather of a flying monster on the collar of the animal skin. The warrior of the tribe is also famous in the entire mountain area.
Approaching, the huge stone door was pulled up, and the soldiers falling in the northern part of the bird penetrated. Almost everyone carried their prey on their bodies. Although the size is different, relative to their number, this number is enough to make Man is surprised.
"Lao Mei is wrong, it's really a omnipotent god. How can your harvest today be so good?" A small tribe's goalkeeper warriors knew these people in Quebei. When they saw this, they greeted them, and other head guards were also there. The eyes cast their gaze, the person in charge here, the old tribe of the large tribe, walked to the side of the northern part of the bird, and took a closer look at their prey.
Some middle-aged posthumous men nodded to the old clan before answering the acquaintance.
"Hey, not only have we harvested well, but we have not lost even a warrior!"
As soon as these words came out, a lot of guards whispered and exclaimed.
Not only the posthumous people but also various monsters are crazy during the cold season. Except for a very small number, monsters are also going to spend the winter. They also need to store food or energy.
Either way, they will hunt wildly, hunt monsters when they encounter monsters, and hunt humans when they encounter humans, and for them, humans will be even more delicious.
This makes the entire Brutal Realm extremely dangerous during the coming of the cold season and the days it just brought. Almost every time the tribe's hunting team goes out to hunt, some people must die, sometimes bad luck, or even the whole team The whole team of soldiers can't come back.
At this time, the tribe of posthumous people was filled with crying.
Even those large tribes, wanting to come back unharmed is a luxury.
And a small tribe in Quebei, the entire tribe warrior is estimated to be these people, and even went out to hunt for so much food without dying a single person, which is too unreasonable.
The clan elder looked around in these Quebei clan. There were no senior soldiers above level five, and he did not understand why these people did not have any casualties. It even seemed that there were not many injured people.
Lao Mei smiled wrongly, and he drew an arrow from the quiver and shook it proudly at these people.
"what?!"
Others hadn't waited to see what was going on. The clan elder of the large tribe had flashed to Meizuo's side and took the arrow in his hand.
"It's strange, um, there is a strong force attached to it, no, it comes with it, this is impossible!"
After a closer look, the clan elder couldn't help mumbling to himself, full of curiosity about this feather arrow with a faint gray light.
During the battle, the post-warrior soldiers can also attach some light to the weapon through the mysterious scorching weapon realm to enhance the power, but once the weapon is separated from the body, this light will disappear.
But this arrow... flashes all the time!
"What is this? Where did it come from?"
The warrior who knew Lao Mei's mistakes knew that things were unusual when he saw the expression of the old clan. He came over and asked, and he knew that this was something that everyone else wanted to know.
The left-behind people in the Wenros Mountains have lived together for many years, and they are still united because of external pressure. Lao Mei did not hide the mistake and told the matter again.
It turned out that when they hunted, they met a posthumous wanderer, and the two sides were in contact. Now that the wanderer carries a feather arrow made of this monster bone, they are curious about this light arrow, just like borrowing Come and see, the rogue will show them and allow them to try their power.
The warrior of Quebei was very shocked by the power of this arrow, and naturally he couldn’t put it down. He had the idea of ​​buying. He told the rogue that they also agreed and the price was very cheap. Almost no money.
"Do not need money? Lao Mei is wrong, don't sell the key, and quickly say." Seeing that the clan elder was impatient, the soldier urged Cui Zheng to talk about the key point of Mei's pride.
"For such an arrow, as long as he has a bone that is as good as any monster, and two blue crystals, he sells it." Mei Cuo couldn't restrain his emotions and laughed broadly: "Yes, you don't have I heard it wrong, that is, the kind of crystals our kids don't want to play and are discarded by us. The monsters have no crystals on their foreheads except for their level!"
"You mean, such a bow and arrow, as long as some crystals and broken bones?"
The old man grabbed Lao Mei's wrong collar and shouted.
"Yeah, he..."
"Is there any more? Such an arrow."
Mei Mi was interrupted, but he replied: "Yes, he is carrying a big basket, which is all inside."
The clan elder didn't say anything. He shouted directly to let his deputy take charge of the guard task for himself. He ran back to his tribe like a smoke.
Lao Mei blinked his eyes a few times in a mistake, and it was reflected. He shouted to the back of this clan old man who was about to disappear: "Hey, people don’t need any color crystals, at least blue crystals." !"
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Just when the posthumous man in the Wenros Mountains began to circulate the news that a rogue had good weapons, the rogue had ushered in his second client more than twenty miles away. (To be continued.)