Scene 65 Hunter Siblings I

Dried meat that has been stored for several months tastes like dry wood sticks, salty and astringent. But for Yaruta, it is also a rare delicacy in the forest. The climate becomes colder as you go further north in the Anlaser Forest. In the woods near the northern end of the forest, which the older hunters call the 'Mistweaver Woodland', you will occasionally encounter snowfall at night. Even during the day, frost can Mist is woven in the forest.

Here, the animals in the forest have also become very rare. Except for occasionally encountering some thick-haired rodents, it is difficult for even experienced hunters to replenish food in the forest.

Aruta cut the dried meat into a small section and put it into the boiling pot. The soup in the dark iron pot was full of wild vegetables, and the heat was rising, as if it was melting the snow on the branches.

Naturally, noble men would not eat such food, but it was commonplace for hunters.

"There's not much dry food left..." The boy mentally peeled back the fur, and there were only some blackened bread crumbs left underneath. He sighed slightly in his heart, but he had already expected that before entering the mountains this time, the family was almost in trouble - his sister said that after entering the mountains this time, he would be able to save enough money to go to Karasu and seek refuge there. relative. He greedily sniffed the aroma from the pot, his stomach growling.

He raised his head and looked at the neat and beautiful tents on the other side of the forest. The sounds of arguments continued to come from the camp. He knew that there were differences between the hunters from the town and the nobles. The differences mainly came from the fact that the hunters were unwilling to cross the river to the north and continue forward.

Thinking of the river to the north, Yaruta couldn't help but shudder.

After passing through the Mistweaver Woodland, bounded by the Nouga River, you enter the Needle Drop Hills to the north. This river connects Lake Valentin to Green Lake in Lantoniland downstream, and there is drift ice floating on the river all year round. But there are some more terrifying legends. After entering the night, there are often "things" wandering in the Frost Forest in the north, but no one who has seen them has ever returned from the forest.

Such legends have been passed down from generation to generation, so the area north of the Nouga River has gradually become synonymous with the restricted area.

Even Aruta often hears those scary stories, such as the 'people in the trees' and the 'heartless knight'. He couldn't help but shudder as he thought of the legends told by the older generation of hunters around the campfire.

He looked back in the direction of the hills, and for several nights in a row he saw something blue and ghost-like in the forest. He only told his sister about it, but she only said that he was dazzled.

"Even in 'Things that prowl the night,' you don't see anything like that. You must have mistaken the crystal stag for something else. In this case, we might have good luck." This is Her exact words.

But he knows,

Since that day, the number of hunters keeping vigil in the town has doubled. The closer we get to the north, the more oppressive the air becomes, and conversations between people seem to become rarer.

It's just that Aruta doesn't understand. Even though everyone in the town doesn't like them, why does her sister have to tell them everything. Even if it is the hunter’s motto ‘we must work together to get through this’, solidarity should not be one-sided.

He had never liked those people in the town, especially their slightly disgusted looks.

He suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from outside the hunter's camp. Only the noble men had horses. He looked up and saw several tall knights leading a group of noble private soldiers to their camp.

What happened? Have you finished talking?

With such doubts, Aruta looked through the white steam rising from the iron pot. Behind the mist, a hunter walked towards the knights, seemingly wanting to ask what happened. But a noble private soldier came up and pushed him to the ground.

Aruta stood up immediately.

The private soldiers of the nobles began to spread out on both sides and surrounded the camp. He didn't know what was happening, but when he turned around, he saw a row of soldiers holding longbows walking out of the forest. He saw the noble longbowmen wearing leather armor, their faces almost completely covered, all drawing arrows from their backs and opening their bows.

An instinctive premonition of danger arose in his heart.

A hunter ran in from behind the camp with a pale face. He knew that guy. The guy had two little daughters. Once they threw sand on his head. He would always remember the contemptuous look on his face at that time. The way he looks. But the other person's expression at that time must not have been as distorted as it is now.

"Those son-of-a-bitch nobles are going to regret it!" The hunter shouted at the top of his lungs, "Run quickly——"

Then a sharp whistle sounded in the forest. As a hunter, Yaruta was very familiar with this long syllable. A sharp arrow shot through the air and pierced the hunter's throat.

The sound suddenly stopped - the sharp arrow tip broke through the flesh and penetrated from the side of the chin. The blood gathered into a line, and the short wings remained on the other side of the opponent's neck, trembling slightly.

The hunter looked at him, opening and closing his mouth, showing a mixture of fear and unwillingness. He seemed to be trying to grab his throat with his hands, but he fell to the ground as soon as he raised it above his chest.

Aruta swallowed.

He had seen a hunter shoot an arrow through the throat of his prey, and he had even done so himself. But when the objects of human hunting were the same kind, he discovered that the same scene could be so terrifying.

A person who was alive before seems to have turned into a cold corpse in a matter of seconds.

His heart was pounding, as if he had just realized what was happening. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he didn't expect nobles to dare to do this. Aruta felt his hands and feet go cold for a moment, but the first thing he thought of was his sister, who he depended on for life.

"elder sister……"

The longbowmen on the edge of the forest all loosened their bowstrings, and arrows swept across the camp like raindrops. Aruta felt a pain in his calf, and lost his center of gravity and knelt on the ground. He fell down next to an animal skin tent and looked at everything happening around him in confusion.

People who were familiar with each other, even the most experienced hunters in the town, fell into a pool of blood one after another, like fallen wooden piles. Someone finally started to resist, and he tried his best to open his eyes wide when he saw the hunter leader in the town riding on a carriage and shooting down two noble private soldiers with his bow.

Although he usually hates that guy, he can't help but cheer for him at this moment. But just when the hunter leader fired his bow for the third time, a figure fell from the sky - Yaluta saw with his own eyes the scene when the sword swiped across the person's neck, the skin and flesh separated, the head fell to the ground, and a column of blood rose into the sky.

That deeply remembered face rolled to the ground and was smashed to pieces, and then was stained with grass ash and snow powder, as if it was instantly indistinguishable from its original appearance.

The noble knights also rushed into the camp.

The camp suddenly became filled with yells and screams. Aruta felt his head begin to feel dizzy. He trembled and crawled back, but the horse's hoofs passed him by. Then he felt a pain in his lower back, and his whole body seemed to be nailed to the ground.

He couldn't help but scream.

There were screams of laughter behind him, and he knew it was the noble private soldiers. The knight pulled out his spear, and Aruta immediately felt that all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, and his body became light and airy.

He gasped for air and used his last strength to look in the direction of the nobles' camp - he saw those twisted smiling faces, with expressions of indifference, cruelty, or gloating. There were also screams coming from a distance in the direction of the camp.

"Sister...sister..."

His vision seemed to be blurring, and among the shadows, he saw a faint blue figure in the distance turning and leaving.

...It has been nearly five days since we entered the Anlaser Forest.

Brando stood on the top of the hill and looked at the forest that had become gray. In the distance, the Nouga River was like a slender strip of light looming in the forest. This area is called a dead place in the game because there are neither animals nor monsters in the forest. It can be said that except for these cedars covered with snow, there are no living things in the forest.

Most of the reasons for this situation are due to the Ranshuang Forest. For special reasons, monsters are restrained in the forest maze, and the creatures are unwilling to approach this strange land. Naturally, such a formation is formed outside the Ranshuang Forest. scene.

Brando stared at the other side of the Nouga River, across the not-wide riverside woodland, which was the Frosty Forest copy group. "Beyond that forest, it must be the final breath of Milos." He thought in his mind.

In the game, four peripheral copies of "The Last Breath of Milos, God's Falling Ground, Forest of Tears, and Wolf-Blooded Glade" surround the central maze. The ring glacier can only be reached by passing through any one of these four outer copies. The Ring Glacier is actually an abbreviation for players. Its full name in "Amber Sword" is Milos's River of Despair. Legend has it that when the giant god Milos fell to the ground, the magic power that collapsed hit the ground to form this geographical strangeness, and the game Among them, the young dragon entrenched in Needle Hills lives in this area.

He shook his head, feeling that he had thought too far. Entering this forest from the direction of Viero Valentenburg, you must first challenge the Forest of Tears, but this is the most difficult dungeon among the four dungeons. Theoretically, it is easiest to enter from the Wolfblood Woodland in the north, but he does not have that much time to detour, so Milos's Last Breath, which is second only to the Wolfblood Woodland in difficulty among the four dungeons, is the best choice. .

What's more, Anlek seems to have chosen this path. Amber Sword:

But even the easier areas among the four dungeons are not that easy to deal with. The pace of progress that was so comfortable in the Anlaser Forest may be difficult to maintain here. Brando looked at the team heading down the hillside and couldn't help but think so.

"Brando, come and take a look here!"

Freya suddenly shouted from the bottom of the mountain.

"What did you find?" Brando was stunned for a moment before walking along the path opened by the guards. Qian silently accompanied him as always, and the two of them came to the foot of the hills unhurriedly, only to see that a large number of people had gathered where the motorcade was. He even saw Lorena and his wife crowded in the crowd, and Brando immediately thought of what happened.

He separated from the crowd, and sure enough he frowned slightly.

Another one.

(To be continued)