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The Wenluos Mountain Area is a gathering place for posthumous people. It is famous for its many bare and majestic peaks. This gives the posthumous people many excellent camp options, so many tribes will settle here. Over time, this place has become
It is one of the most famous camps of the posthumous people.
The cold season has quietly arrived, but the temperature is not too low in the first few days. The entire tribe of posthumous people in the Wenluos Mountains are seizing the last opportunity to go hunting and store as much food as possible for the cold season.
The peaks and mountains in the mountainous area form a ring, and there are only a few long and narrow mountain passes that can be accessed. This gives the deceased people a relatively easy defensive terrain. These tribes unite to guard these openings. This place has not been attacked by monsters on the ground for a long time.
Once inside, compared to other survivors, the survivors in the Wenluos Mountains can at least often sleep peacefully.
However, the outside world is still dangerous. Even if there are dozens of tribes, large and small, and tens of thousands of posthumous people gathered here, the god of death is still lingering around every posthumous person when they go hunting.
At some point, the black sickle will drop from his hand and ruthlessly take away his life.
Every return from hunting not only means harvest, but also means eternal separation for some deceased people.
Avatar mouth.
This is one of the several exits in the Wenluosi Mountains. Because a peak here looks like a human head, everyone calls it the Head Portal.
Today, the large tribe Yingchi Department, together with two medium-sized tribes and more than a dozen small tribes, are jointly responsible for the guard work. This kind of thing continues every sunset, so everyone has become accustomed to it.
In the distance, a team of more than fifty people was approaching. An elder of the Yingchi tribe climbed up and took a look. He was sure it was a small tribe in the Wenluosi Mountains. What was it called... The elder thought for a long time.
Then I remembered that it should be called the Quebei tribe. Every member of this tribe is accustomed to inserting a feather of a flying monster on their animal skin collar. The tribe's warrior archery skills are also somewhat famous in the entire mountainous area.
As they got closer, the huge stone door was pulled up, and the warriors of the Quebei tribe filed in. Almost everyone was carrying prey on their backs. Although the size varied, relative to their number, this number was enough.
People are surprised.
"Old Mei is wrong, the Almighty God has really appeared. How come your harvest is so good today?" A gatekeeper from a small tribe knew these people in Quebei. When he saw this situation, he greeted them, and other avatar gate guards also followed suit.
Casting a watchful gaze, the person in charge here, an elder of a large tribe, walked up to the Quebei tribe and took a closer look at their prey.
Some middle-aged posthumous people first nodded to the clan elder and then answered the familiar person.
"Hey, not only did we gain a lot, but we didn't lose even a single soldier!"
As soon as these words came out, many guards immediately exclaimed in low voices.
Not only are the posthumous people crazy in the cold season, but there are also various monsters. Except for a very few, monsters also need to survive the winter. They also need to store food or energy.
No matter which kind, they will hunt like crazy. When they encounter monsters, they will hunt monsters. When they encounter humans, they will hunt humans. And for them, humans will be more delicious.
This makes the entire Bru Secret Realm extremely dangerous when the cold season is coming and the days it has just brought. Almost every time the tribe’s hunting team goes out to hunt, some people will die. Sometimes they are unlucky, and even the entire team will die.
The whole team of soldiers could not come back.
At this time, the tribe of posthumous people was filled with cries.
Even for those large tribes, it is a luxury to hope to come back unscathed.
As for Quebei, a small tribe with only these warriors in the entire tribe, they actually went out to hunt so much food without killing anyone. This is so unreasonable.
The clan elder looked around among the Quebei clansmen and found no high-level warriors above level five. He also didn't understand why there were no casualties among these people. It even seemed like there weren't many injured people.
Lao Mei Cuo laughed, took out an arrow from the quiver, and shook it proudly at these people.
"Huh?!"
Before anyone else could see what was going on, the elder of the large tribe had already flashed to Mei Cuo's side and grabbed the arrow in his hand.
"It's very strange. Well, there is a very strong force attached to it. No, it comes with it. This is impossible!"
After taking a closer look, the clan elder couldn't help but murmur to himself, full of curiosity about this feathered arrow that exuded a faint gray light.
When the deceased warriors are fighting, they can also attach some light to their weapons through the realm of burning weapons in the secret method to enhance their power, but once the weapons are separated from their bodies, the light will disappear.
But this arrow... is always shining!
"What is this? Where does it come from?"
The soldier who knew Lao Meicuo knew that something was unusual when he saw the clan elder's expression. He came over and asked, knowing that this was also something that everyone else wanted to know.
The posthumous people in the Wenluoshan Mountains had lived together for many years, and they were still united due to external pressure. Lao Mei did not hide her fault, so she told the story again.
It turned out that when they were hunting, they met a posthumous wanderer. After the two parties came into contact, they found that the wanderer was carrying feather arrows made of monster bones. They were very curious about this kind of light arrow, which was like borrowing money.
Come and have a look, the rogue showed them and allowed them to try out its power.
When Quebei's warriors tried it, they were shocked by the power of this arrow. Naturally, they couldn't put it down, so they had the idea of purchasing it. After talking to the wanderer, he agreed, and the price was very cheap.
It's almost free of charge.
"You don't want money? Lao Mei Cuo, don't tell me anything, just say it quickly." Seeing that the clan elder was a little impatient, the soldier urged Mei Cuo, who was very proud of Cui Zheng, to tell the key point.
"For such an arrow, he only needs a bone that is good for any monster and two blue crystals to sell it." Mei Cuo couldn't restrain his emotions and laughed heartily: "Yes, you don't have it.
You heard me wrong, it’s the kind of crystals on the monsters’ foreheads that our children don’t want to play with and that we throw away, but have no use other than representing their level!”
"You mean, all he needs for a bow and arrow like this is some crystals and broken bones?"
The clan elder grabbed Lao Mei Cuo's collar and yelled urgently.
"Yes, he..."
"Does he still have arrows like this?"
Mei Cuo was interrupted, but still replied: "Yes, he is carrying a big basket with everything in it."
The clan elder didn't say anything else, he just shouted to his deputy to take over the guard duty for him, and he quickly ran back to his tribe.
After Lao Mei blinked a few times by mistake, she finally came to her senses and shouted to the clan elder's almost disappearing figure: "Hey, I don't want crystals of any color, at least blue crystals.
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Just when the posthumous people in the Wenluos Mountains began to spread the news that a rogue had good weapons, the rogue had already received his second client more than 20 miles away. (To be completed.