Chapter 12 Goodwill (Thanks to the leader of the Song of Mufeng!)
"The strength is not small. It is the activation of silent power triggered by spiritual awakening? It's really amazing."
He was surprised by the talent of the child of the White People, and also recognized the other party's choice: "The riverside jungle to the west of the city is the territory of the local indigenous people, and there are many ferocious beasts. The recent changes are about to happen, the wild beasts are violent, and the indigenous people even have a temporary camp there.
, go over there to dispose of the corpses, it’s almost impossible to survive.”
"Although the official reputation is not bad, after a while, the reinforcements requested by the local viscount will arrive. The body is hidden there, and there is a high chance that it will be discovered by passing soldiers or ascendants. At that time, a seven or eight-year-old
Children also have no control over their own destiny."
"Only the lake forest in the east of the city, although there are many people coming and going on weekdays, they are only fixed on a few roads, and the corpses will soon be eaten by wild beasts, insects and ants. Overall, it is the safest."
"This should have been a well-thought-out plan before taking action to kill. Otherwise, the correct decision would not have been made so quickly."
And next, the boy's behavior when he realized that a beast was spying on him made the old knight even more amazed.
——Beasts have no concept of weapons. Pitchforks, spears, swords and knives are just human teeth and claws.
The boy held the pitchfork with both hands and held the bottom of the fork with one hand. It seemed that he had actively shortened the attack distance, making the beast eager to try. But in fact, he could extend the attack at any time and stab his claws more advantageously.
Even ordinary warriors would not have this insight.
"Either it comes from family background, or he is really talented!"
Seeing this, the old knight already knew that he didn't need to look any further. The thrust that the boy was about to thrust out had at least a burst of force of 150 to 200 pounds, which was enough to meet the strength standards of adolescents. Presumably, it was
Psychic awakening brings activation of potential.
A stunted forest leopard, just a big cat, cannot possibly defeat a quasi-psychic who has already made all preparations and mastered the fighting skills.
And this is indeed the case.
The white-haired boy stepped forward, and at the moment when Lin Bao hesitated slightly because of the corpse, he suddenly thrust out his 'sharp claws'.
The pitchfork brought up a gust of wind.
It was simply unimaginable why the sharp claws of the erect ape in front of me suddenly grew longer, and the neck was pierced in an instant.
The deliberately sharpened prong carried the boy's weight and drove him into the ground!
Without even the energy left to howl, the female leopard's world fell into darkness.
"It's so simple, you don't even need sleeping powder..."
The jungle echoed with soliloquy. Ian, who killed Lin Bao, wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a long breath: "Is this the danger in the precognitive horizon... It feels a little wrong?"
A forest leopard is indeed dangerous. Although it does not pose a threat to adults in the world of Terra who are capable of fighting a brown bear, it is definitely a killer for children.
He was able to kill the opponent entirely because of his long-handled weapons and skills, as well as the temptation brought to the beast by the cheap corpse of his uncle.
"It's a good death. The body was a big help."
Ian nodded with such a comfortable mood, he turned on his psychic powers and looked around the surrounding jungle.
Then, just out of caution, the white-haired boy opened his eyes wide.
"Wha, what?!"
At this moment, with his ability turned on, he saw blood and gold.
The golden halo stood aside, as towering and solid as a mountain peak, while a dim blood-colored halo was approaching quietly, like a ghost, following the shadows and cover of the woods and rapidly approaching towards him.
!
Boom!
His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and without any hesitation, Ian pulled out the pitchfork from Lin Bao's body, and then used his fastest speed and greatest strength to plunge straight towards the red shadow that was still quietly lurking!
At this moment, in the lake forest, the natives who were sneaking in the jungle and preparing to capture Ian were thinking.
He couldn't figure out why there was a child wandering around here with a corpse. There were few caravans in Harrison Port recently, but they probably weren't short of food to the point of being cannibalistic like them. What's more, the other party didn't seem to be in the woods.
It looks like a snack.
But who cares, the tribe is in urgent need of children of this age as sacrifices. He just wanted to tame a leopard, and he happened to meet one this time. He was lucky.
And just when he was about to take action, the short indigenous hunter, who was not much taller than Ian, was shocked to see that Ian seemed to have known where he was, so he came directly with a pitchfork!
"Roar!"
With an angry roar, the hunter immediately exited the stealth state that required suppressing strength and speed by relying on his breathing changes. He raised his own strength and launched a surprise attack.
The natives in the redwood forest are generally undernourished and short in stature, but this also makes them light on their feet and easy to hide, making them the best hunters in the jungle.
Although the pitchfork of the boy from the White People was not fast enough for his age, it was enough to bully the beast, but it was not difficult to dodge. He had already clenched the short knife in his hand, and in the next moment, he would stick to the boy's body.
He cut off the tendons of his hands and feet and brought them back to the tribe as a sacrifice.
But who could have known that that swift stab was just a cover.
The hunter, who was about to get closer, suddenly felt that his eyes were blurred, and his face was covered in a handful of flour with a slight fragrance.
"ah!"
Losing eyesight in an instant, perhaps a senior combat expert could calmly judge the situation, but how could an ordinary native have such determination? The hunter was immediately in a panic, and his strength was exhausted.
So the next moment, he felt a pain in his chest.
It was still dripping blood and was deliberately sharpened. The sharp pitchfork penetrated his body, and Ian's eyes were fierce. He continued to exert force, pressing down with all his strength and weight, completely nailing the hunter to the ground.
His head was buried in the soil.
"Cough...cough!!"
But the hunter was not dead yet. The severe pain and fear of dying caused the adrenaline hormones to be secreted rapidly. The hunter continued to struggle. He waved the obsidian knife in his hand, slashed hard, and was about to plunge it into Ian's neck.
The blow came so fast that Ian had to maintain the pitchfork's hold on the hunter and was unable to let go and retreat for a while. However, he tilted his body so that the knife could not be inserted into his neck and could only cut his arm at most.
It is impossible not to get hurt. In this case, it is better to reduce the damage to the minimum!
And at this moment.
A hand stretched out and struck down like lightning.
It was like a steel pliers. Its broad palm pinched the wrist of the indigenous hunter holding the knife. The huge force made the indigenous people loosen the handle of the knife in an instant, allowing the obsidian knife to come out.
"Well done, kid."
Words of appreciation rang out, followed by the pitiful howls of the indigenous hunters, as well as the sound of crunching bones and shattering bones.
Ian, who was still breathing, raised his head. With confusion and a hint of surprise, he looked in the direction of the sudden sound and the owner of the hand.
For the first time, the boy did not see a dusty, slightly old man, nor did he notice the expression of admiration or even surprise on his face.
He could only see a pure, bright, and even vaguely crystal-clear mist.
The golden light mist swirls and lingers, releasing the flavor called 'goodwill'.