The Remaining City - An Ideal Across the Sky Chapter 27 Click to End
"It doesn't matter, we will get to know each other. In short, you are all assigned to hunt the flying dragons here, right? I'm not very clear about the situation here. Do you have the same mission information?" Kalin asked
road.
"According to the villagers, the flying dragon flew over at high altitude very close to the village twice, and the second time scared the returning caravan. After that, no caravan dared to come. Village and caravan
Everyone reported the situation to the association, and then the association first sent the nearest Hans to protect the village." Clark picked up a leather water bag placed next to his feet, pulled out the stopper and took a sip.
"So no flying dragon has been here before, right?" Carlin said to himself, waiting for Clark to continue.
Clark nodded. "Then Hans with the big sword came and had a move with the flying dragon. He hit the back claw of the flying dragon, but it was said that the big sword was bounced back. The flying dragon could kill him with one claw.
Knocked Hans into the lake. Fortunately, Hans found a place where he could breathe in a granite cave under the lake. He stayed there for a long time, and after making sure that the flying dragon had left, he returned to the shore and came to the village."
"After Hans's injury was almost healed, my father and I also arrived. In total, we have been guarding for almost a month, and the flying dragon has never come. And among the three of us, I am the only one who can be said to be good at using a bow, but this is not enough
to threaten the flying dragon. So we have been waiting for the association to send an explorer who can damage the flying dragon's wings, and then we can allocate manpower to find the flying dragon's lair."
Clark burped. Fortunately, the smell of wine was not too bad, and the wind was strong, but it was still a bit rude. He scratched his head and smiled sheepishly. "Um, what's your name?
?I seem to have drunk a little too much, it’s really cold today.”
"Just call me Carlin. I probably understand the situation, so I'll explain it to you." Carlin gently lifted his cloak and took out the dwarf ballista that couldn't be seen where it was hidden. In front of Clark's eyes,
He started assembling the bracket. "Besides that one, have any other flying dragons or beasts appeared?" He didn't forget to add some questions while he was working on it.
"Wow, what is this? Is this beautiful metallic luster a crossbow? It's such a big one." The drunk Clark started to get drunk and didn't notice this unreasonable sight.
"Almost, it's a long-range weapon." Carlin planned to put it away after showing it off.
"If it's just an ordinary low-level monster, the hunters in the village can handle it by themselves. The people of the mountains are very tough." Clark picked up an arrow and compared the length of Bikalin's crossbow.
"But even though it's long-range, the range may still be inferior to that of spells." Carlin felt that it was about the same. He swung the ballista aside and began to disassemble it, and at the same time turned his attention to Clark again. "I encountered one before coming here.
The so-called flying dragon, its information may be able to provide you with some help?"
"Which one? Well, your statement sounds like there are two flying dragons. How is that possible... Well, it's really hard to say the courtship period of flying dragons."
Then Carlin said that he had seen similar creatures before, and took out a few scales he had captured before from his bag.
"Hmm? Have you seen the flying dragon? Since it was there three times." Clark looked at the direction Carlin came from, and then turned back. "Maybe the nest...is this? Wait a minute, you and
Did the flying dragons fight and injure the flying dragon?"
"It's not necessarily that dragon. It's two days away from here. These are his scales that I knocked off. I don't know how much research you have on this kind of creature. I hope it can be helpful." At this time, Ka
Lin heard the sound of trampling snow in the wind, and looked in the direction of the sound, which was the village—to be precise, the direction of the tent. A knight in full armor, carrying a big sword on his back, walked toward you wordlessly.
If it was necessary to subdivide it, Carlin decided to contribute the smallest few scales he had obtained before.
"Did you hear that, Hans? Mr. Carlin wounded the flying dragon. If we shoot the wings of the flying dragon next time, we really have a chance to kill the flying dragon." At this moment, Clark was very excited.
This big sword user named Hans wears an iron face guard. He has a very well-proportioned figure and a steady pace. You can't tell anything about it. However, wearing such a heavy metal armor, his muscle strength must be quite strong, at least not.
It will be much lower than Noel.
"That's really gratifying," Hans said in a very cold voice. "It's time for shift change. Mr. Adams should have said that if you are too cold, you should take the initiative to change people, instead of drinking like this."
"Hello, Mr. Hans." Carlin didn't say much, wanting to see what the heavy-armored swordsman thought of the conversation just now.
"Mr. Carlin, you are tired from the journey. You don't need to come to the vigil today. It is already very late. Go to bed early and we will discuss it tomorrow." Hans did not climb up the watchtower. He took the big sword from his back.
Then he inserted it at the gate and leaned against the strong high fence of the camp.
The big sword was wrapped with some bloody thorn-shaped patterns, and it looked like a magical equipment.
"Okay." Since the other party had an arrangement, just follow it. Carlin slid down the ladder to the observation tower, planning to wait for Clark to come down and go to their resting place together.
Clark climbed down step by step. After he came down, he shook his head in an attempt to dispel the dizziness. After that to no avail, he staggered towards the tent.
Carlin followed Clark towards the tent, and when he left, he intentionally or unintentionally got closer to Hans, wanting to hear whether the strong man's breathing and heartbeat were as smooth as his language.
Although the sound of the wind disturbed Carlin greatly, from such a close distance, Carlin could easily hear Hans' steady heartbeat and long, rhythmic breathing.
Clark, who was walking in front, opened the tent and saw an old man with a rosy complexion but scars on his bare arms sleeping soundly. There was an empty brown glass bottle next to him.
A small heating device engraved with a mantra circuit radiated heat and warmed the entire tent, but this heat was constantly lost because the heavy curtain of the tent was opened.
Carlin quickly followed up, avoiding Clark to avoid collision, caught the tent curtain, quickly got into the tent and lowered the curtain.
The door curtain was closed. The problem was that there were only two beds here, and Adams occupied one, while Clark went straight to the second one, got in, snored, and fell asleep. This kid didn't look bad, but his sleeping appearance was really ugly.
Carlin was quite used to such careless people. He put down his backpack, put away his personal equipment, nestled in the remaining corner, and began to meditate cross-legged to recuperate.
He used his normal hearing alert, and before taking a break, he also briefly observed the circuit of the heating device.
But when he was about to observe the heating device, the snoring made Adams cover his head and wake up. The difference was that he was not surprised at all. Instead, he looked at the wine bottle next to him. "What do you call this little brother?"
?”
"Hello, my name is Carlin. I just arrived today. I have just met the other two." Carlin responded in a low voice: "You are Mr. Adams, please. Nice to meet you."
"It seems I don't need to introduce myself. Clark, this kid, talks a lot when he drinks." Adams sat up. "If you don't mind, I'll sleep here. I have to go out for a while, so I won't sleep when I come back. I'll pick Han up later.
Sriban."
Karin nodded. "Thank you, let's discuss it tomorrow."
So Adams grabbed the thick clothes on the side and put them on, revealing the weapon under the clothes. This weapon was very similar to the equipment of the dwarf Shieldbreaker that Carlin had seen in the dungeon where he had witnessed the death of his companions.
It was a long stick with hooks and a thick rope with hooks. They were both weapons that were good at using against soldiers holding shields and heavy armor.
But similarly, it may also produce good effects when dealing with certain monsters.
If the hook hooks the wings, it can grab the flying dragon to provide a moment of opportunity when it takes off, or pry open the wound when the long stick gets stuck between the dragon's scales.
Adams stood up, buttoned his thick clothes, lifted up the tent and walked into the cold wind.
Carlin did not accept the kindness. He moved the old man's bedding slightly and began to meditate cross-legged. This was Tutu's year-round resting habit.
Meditation without sleep fails to capture the joys and benefits of sleep - the true leisure and unpredictable dream state.
But it also speeds up the recovery of magic power and allows for quick reaction in night attacks. However, there was only the howling wind and snow that night, and after that, Adams and Hans changed shifts again.
Carlin spent this New Year's Eve just listening to Clark's snoring, talking in his sleep, and grinding his teeth. No wonder the two of them couldn't fall asleep every time they went back to the tent. No wonder.