Chapter 44 Viscount Mangke  (2)

After this matter was over, no one mentioned it again.

But Yang Dashuan remembered it in his heart.

A thousand-man army was wandering around the territory of the elves empire, which was known as the most severely defended, without any fear of plundering the elves and selling them to Become. Moreover, this kind of thing took two years to do, and no one discovered any clues. If there was nothing strange about this, the undead would believe it.

There are only two possibilities, either this specialized hunting unit has its wings and can fly like the Bode Birdman. No one noticed them, which is taken for granted.

Or, there are people in the Elf Empire who do this kind of thing, and they work together inside and outside!

Although Lelen has said that he cannot pursue the matter, Yang Dashuan can't sit still.

In any case, the Nanyao Forest must have been around. However, the snow seemed to be starting to continue, so the matter had to be delayed. In this day of heavy snow, except for a few unlucky slaves who were still patrolling, everyone in Maple Leaf Village hid in the house, drinking warm tea and fragrant white bread.

Yang Dashuan was sorting out the stolen goods extorted from the Silver Crusade. In addition to the Magic Crystal, he also found a piece of fist-sized obsidian in this harvest. Since Yang Dashuan got Moradin's anger, he has been thinking about this thing. Only ten obsidian bullets were given with the gun, which had been half squandered by him. Why is he unhappy to find an obsidian?

The dwarf elder braved the wind and snow and ran to Lao Yang's house.

The snow in the territory was piled up, and the dwarf elder stepped in and couldn't even show up.

"Master, what are you doing?" the dwarf elder asked angrily.

"How many bullets can you make for this obsidian? Now it's getting closer and closer to spring, and the robbers in the wasteland are almost as good as the food reserves. If you don't have any preparations, it will be difficult to deal with it!" Yang Dashuan blinked and used a wooden stick to boost the fire. "Tell me honestly, what else can you do except Moradin's anger? Before the end of this winter, I must see the results, otherwise I will send you back to the Kemeser Mountains to feed those Komodo war monsters!"

The dwarf elder was dumbfounded.

"The key is that we know, you can't get anything at all! For example, this Moradin rage can be made by us dwarfs, but you have to have mitril silver and magic crystals. Although there are magic crystals now, there are too many things missing!" The dwarf elder shrugged, "This stone can only be made up at most three. Hi, don't worry! Bullets are not that easy to make. Not only are the patterns and structures of ore growth, there are big factors. Otherwise, the gun chamber explodes, and your life will be over."

This time it was Yang Dashuan's turn to be stunned. "Okay, you can say something, at least I can be prepared."

"I'm not sure about this, my mind is a little confused. I can't remember so much for a while. Gaiding will build a laboratory for our dwarfs, and we will definitely be able to play new tricks for you at that time!" The dwarf elder smiled and took the obsidian and crawled out of the house.

laboratory?

Yang Dashuan remembered that when the territory was upgraded to a town, there was indeed such a special building. It seems that this thing is specifically for technology, right? I remember that many things are related to laboratories. As for which... Yang Dashuan was a little confused and didn't remember them very clearly.

At this moment, the low sound of horns quickly covered the howling sound of wind and snow.

Yang Dashuan shuddered and broke out.

The slaves held spears in their hands and kept shouting at the distance. The snow was so heavy that Yang Dashuan could not see the distance clearly. Only in the dark, a long convoy was driving towards this place. From time to time, the roar and the neighing of horses would be transmitted to Yang Dashuan's ears through the wind and snow.

"Who are they?" Yang Dashuan asked the ogre Thad who had rushed back from the past.

"I don't know, what a strange caravan. There are humans and Bemons. Those guys are really terrible!" Thad shivered, as if he had seen something trembling.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Alice in the room heard the word Bemon and hurriedly chased after him. She looked on tiptoe for a long time, but the wind and snow were too heavy and she didn't look at anything.

"Where are they going?" Yang Dashuan hurriedly took off his coat and put it on Alice. "Did you see clearly? What kind of team is there? How could there be humans and bemons? Are they hunting teams or caravans? Do you have to pass through the Suprati River?"

Thad shook his head. "I don't know."

"No, I have to go and see what's going on!" Yang Dashuan said as he was about to rush towards the convoy. "You guys are guarding me at the entrance of the village, don't let the gods go!"

"Don't panic, maybe they're just passing caravans." Leren hurriedly grabbed Lao Yang. "You rushed over so recklessly, maybe they would be regarded as robbers on the wasteland. It's a blessing, not a disaster, or a disaster. It's better to stay here and wait and see what happens!"

Yang Dashuan couldn't help but walk down.

In the distant wasteland, which was swept by the wind and snow, several huge behemoths were struggling to pull the carriage that had fallen into the snow. The height of these behemoths could make the ogres superimposed on both ends ashamed of themselves. If each foot was stepped on, even the snow that was frozen into ice would appear.

These behemoths were swaying on their upper body and revealed their strong chests in the wind and snow. The heavy palms grasped the reins as if they were pinching bean sprouts, and their ears were like windmills in mills, which were so big that they were trembling. They were hung with bone-shaped fangs around their waists, and their curved blades had a terrible arc. It is said that such a long sword was enough to easily split an adult Komodo giant beast in half.

The humans on the carriage were shouting loudly, directing these Behemoths how to drag the carriage out of the mud pit.

A heavy car curtain was gently lifted.

Yang Dashuan was a little confused, and then he withdrew his gaze. The snow was falling too heavily, and he couldn't see clearly what those beauties were. However, just when Yang Dashuan turned around, he seemed to see a touch of green.

"What are you thinking? Don't worry, it will take at least half a day to come to our convoy." Alice dragged and pulled Yang Dashuan into the house. "Besides, the slaves are patrolling outside. We will know what happened as soon as possible."

Yang Dashuan looked back in disbelief. Why did he feel like he had seen another elf? Could it be an illusion? After thinking about it for a while, Old Yang shook his head.

It was not until late that night that the convoy arrived within the alert area of ​​Fengye Village.

However, this strange convoy did not continue to move forward, but instead camped on the spot. More than a dozen tents like yurts stood up in a moment, which was enough to make people amazed. With the light of fire, you can still see those strong behemoths wandering around the periphery of the tent. The long sword flashing with fire-colored reflective swords in your hands made all the slaves patrolling at night tremble. The cold air reflected in the eyes of those beholders was enough to turn the entire extinct wasteland into a glacier.

Yang Dashuan didn't sleep for the whole night and was always in a half-dream and half-awake state. The crappy slaves in the territory were definitely not the opponents of those unknown Behemoths, even with the elves. Yang Dashuan even suspected that the soft strength of the elf archers could pierce the arrows through their skin. This was still a problem!

Since humans left Bizarre and drove Bizar to the west bank of the Suprati River, the two tribes have had an indelible deep blood hatred. Although for thousands of years, this hatred has no such degree as people who draw their swords when they meet, there are still some problems in basically coexistence. He has always held the Green Jade Soul Bead in his hand. As long as the horn sounds of the enemy attack, Yang Dashuan will never hesitate to summon the frost dragon!

The girl Leren was also worried all night.

On the contrary, Alice felt that there was no need to make a fuss. "Usually by the end of the year, the Bemon merchants who stayed in the human kingdom would rush back to the tribe. These merchants often became stronger and went together to resist the bandits in the wasteland."

"Where are those humans?" Leren expressed his concerns. "Why do I think those humans seem to be the dominant team."

"In fact, there are humans in the Bimon tribe. But they did not leave the tribe as humans left Bimon and insisted that humans always belonged to Bimon. We usually call them Mangke... In fact, this is their name. These Mangkes hold the same position as Fox in the tribe, proficient in arithmetic and manage temples. However, there are not many Mangkes, and these people gradually began to fade out of the tribe's sight."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Dashuan fell asleep. He was so tired that he had all the affairs of all the territory. Alice and Leren were unable to stand alone. Most of the time, even the trivial matters such as slaves shit and peeing were solved one by one.

Moreover, in the past few days, Yang Dashuan has been thinking about Lelen's incident.

No matter what, Yang Dashuan has made up his mind to find justice for Lelen!

It took a night to stop.

The sky began to turn white, and the harsh bells filled the entire territory.

This is the alarm bell that comes with the town hall. As long as the residents in the territory are attacked by outsiders, it will automatically ring.

Yang Dashuan jumped up from the bed, turned over and rushed out of the house.

There were more than a dozen wide-body and fat Boer Taurus on the outside of the territory. The leader was a benevolent man with a slightly curved spiral fang. Two or three slaves had been knocked to the ground by them. The tall ogre Thad was lifted up by this even more burly benevolent mantra like a guinea fowl. Thad's limbs were twisting wildly, but he could not get rid of the hand that was pinching his neck!

"Thorns tangle!"

Leren's roar attracted the eyes of the vicious behemoths. A thick layer of ice suddenly exploded on the ground, and three fangs-like thorns suddenly rushed out. Leren had absolute confidence that no matter how strong these behemoths were, their magic would make them suffer.

Bemon, who was holding Thad, was the first to be the target of the thorns.

But the other party did not show a panic expression as everyone imagined. He almost made a fussy long sword hanging around his waist. The sword light flashed, and green juice sprayed out. The broken thorns gradually stopped twisting like a dying snake. Bemon's eyes were still sharp, passing through the crowd and landing on Leren.
Chapter completed!