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Chapter 395 Wanderer

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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  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 posthumous 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, when they go hunting, the god of death is still lingering around every posthumous person.  At some point, the black sickle will fall from his hand and ruthlessly take away his life.

    Every return of 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 entrance.

    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 the animal skin collar. The warriors of the tribe are also famous throughout the mountainous area for their shooting skills.

    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 the other avatar guards also followed suit.  Casting a watchful gaze, the person in charge here, a senior member of a large tribe, walked to the side of 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 acquaintance.

    "Hey, not only did we gain a good harvest, but we didn't lose even a single soldier!"

    As soon as these words came out, many guards immediately exclaimed in low voices.

    It is not only the posthumous people who are crazy in the cold season, but also various monsters. Except for a very few, monsters also need to survive the winter. They also need to store food or store energy.

    No matter what kind, they will hunt crazily. If they encounter monsters, they will hunt monsters. If 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.

    "And a small tribe in Quebei, probably the only warriors in the entire tribe, actually went out to hunt so much food without killing anyone. This is so unreasonable.

    The elder looked around among the Quebei people 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.

    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 rushed to Mei Cuo's side and grabbed the arrow in his hand.

    ¡°It¡¯s very strange, well, there is a strong force attached to it, no, it¡¯s from theI brought 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 a posthumous warrior fights, he can also attach some light to the weapon through the realm of burning weapons in the secret method to enhance its power, but once the weapon is separated from the body, 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 Wenluos Mountains have lived together for many years, and they are still united due to external pressure. Lao Mei did not hide anything, so he told the story again.

    It turned out that when they were hunting, they met a posthumous wanderer. After contact, they found that the wanderer was carrying feather arrows made of monster bones. They were curious about these luminous arrows, which were like borrowed weapons.  Come and see, the rogue showed them and allowed them to test its power.

    The warriors from Quebei were shocked by the power of this arrow when they tried it. 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 talk about it, just say it quickly." The soldier saw that the clan elder was a little impatient, so he urged Mei Cuo, who was very proud of Cui Zheng, to tell the key point.

    "For such an arrow, he only needed 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 have been discarded by us. They have no use other than to represent 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 Meicuo¡¯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 directly shouted to his deputy to take charge of the guard duty for him. He ran back to his tribe like a scurry.

    After Lao Mei blinked a few times, 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 welcomed his second client more than 20 miles away.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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