Feng Ying almost cried with anger when she reacted, and almost rushed to bite An Xil.
Hayata quickly persuaded her to come back and explained to everyone that she was adapting to the protective effect of the new equipment through "actual combat".
Believe it or not, Feng Ying was given a chance to step down.
There are also those who don't care about life and death, such as a certain sunny boy from the Bi Tou Hunting Group. He seemed to find it very interesting and took the initiative to challenge Li Feng.
Then he was beaten hard by Gale Feng who was in a bad mood after losing his dinner.
Regardless of his status as a newcomer, Aiden, who has close to four-star strength, has long been an excellent hunter who can stand alone, but he did not expect to be suppressed by a tooth hound.
Although Aiden did not use weapons, Gale also did not use his fangs and claws.
Julius and others were surprised by Li Feng's fighting power, which saved some face for Feng Ying, who "won with difficulty in a fight with a dog".
Looking at the hunters who were laughing endlessly, the brigade leader with a slightly heavy expression also showed a slight smile on his face.
The war is approaching, it is better to smile than to cry in sorrow.
The day of departure.
Before dawn, the heavily armed hunters had already gathered on the deck of the Isana.
Anhil repeatedly counted the hill-like pile of ammunition boxes. The quantity was so large that it had to be hauled on a pallet truck, but he still felt a little unsafe.
Nadia couldn't help but look at this guy a few more times. She had always felt that she had been cautious enough in preparing for hunting, but it turned out that there was someone more neurotic here.
Hayata was helping Feng Ying check the armor straps, and found that the latter was basically tied in tight knots.
The armor was secure enough to be fastened in this way, but it was inconvenient to adjust. Once she was injured and needed emergency treatment, it would become very troublesome, so she had to help her retie it with a sigh.
Feng Ying, who was being held down by Hayata, stared curiously at the weapons of the Bi Tou hunting group.
Sister Nadia's weapon is the most common fire dragon-derived light crossbow, the "Fengxian Fire Dragon Cannon". According to Ancil, this is the best crossbow for firing flame bombs.
Huh? Did he only bring one weapon? Anhil said whether he brought three or four.
The "master's senior brother" is carrying a pair of swords that should be made of Dino Tyrannosaurus material. What is it called, "Tyrant's Wrath"?
Well, I feel like everyone really likes the look of the T-Rex weapon.
The spear wielder, Uncle Will, uses a pair of dazzling spears that seem to be made of gold.
I heard that this is a top-notch weapon called the "Lost Tower of Babel". It looks like it is forged from pure metal, but in fact it also contains ultra-rare materials such as the heavy shell of the golden fire dragon. Its defensive performance is the best among long spears. It is said that the shield can block even the attacks of ancient dragon species.
real or fake?
Brother Aiden, well, that pair of swords looks weird and ugly. It seems to be called the "Sealing Dragon Sword". They are obviously excavated antiques, but they are not as beautiful as Master Gordon's epitaph.
Little brother Aiden is not good enough!
While Feng Ying commented on the Bi Tou hunting group's equipment one by one, Gordon looked towards the edge of the sea of clouds.
There is already a hazy golden-red glow over there. Maybe in the next second, the rising sun will break out of the sea of clouds and illuminate this small village "in the sky".
"Are you waiting for the moment when the sun rises?" The group leader walked over with a smile, "It will probably take more than ten minutes."
Gordon looked back, "No, the whole sky is gray, there's nothing to see."
"Yes, don't forget to go to the temple. Believe it or not is the same thing. Don't let others go." The brigade leader crossed his arms (he really liked this) and reminded him.
"Yes." Gordon agreed helplessly, "Let's go everyone, let's go to the temple first, don't let the monk wait too long."
"Mom, mom! I'm scared to death!"
Feng Ying's voice trembled as she walked down the nearly 100-meter-long, old, even dilapidated suspension bridge.
At this time, the hunters were at the highest point of the entire Sky Mountain Range. This single peak, also known as "Sky Mountain", was shaped like a sword, extremely steep and almost impossible to climb.
You can only go up through the suspension bridge built between the sub-peaks where Sinard Village is located.
"This suspension bridge is really...a bit exciting." Gordon pretended to be calm with a sullen face.
Walking over a hundred meters, he would probably break four or five planks under his feet.
Underneath the suspension bridge is an abyss of ten thousand feet with no bottom visible. If you fall, no matter how good a hunter you are, you will die anyway.
Thinking that he would have to walk back along the suspension bridge later, he regretted it very much.
It’s time to let go of that dove with big eyes!
The expressions on the faces of Julius and others were also not very good, especially Will, the spearman who was wearing heavy defensive armor. He did not dare to step on those tattered wooden boards at all, and moved on the main rope the whole time.
In less than 100 meters, this middle-aged tough guy, who could face the heavy beetle and dragon chariot without changing his expression, turned pale.
Julius sighed softly, "Let's go."
Everyone calmed down their emotions and trembling legs, and filed into the temple built inside the mountain.
This temple is not gorgeous, and there are even very few traces of artificial carvings. It is just that there are countless small whirring windmills inserted into the rock walls everywhere.
After walking across a long bridge composed of stone pillars, the hunters came to the depths of the temple.
A great monk in pure white robes is sitting here. On the rock wall behind him, there is a mysterious pattern embossed on it, which looks like blooming flowers or the sun spreading light, which attracts people's imagination.
There was a peaceful smile on his face, and the skylight from the top of the cave enveloped him.
The scene in front of me, combined with the gentle sound of the mountain wind, revealed a hint of divine beauty.
However, Gordon just wanted to press this squinting eye and give it a beating.
What kind of broken bridge is fatal?
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the desire to clench his fists and complain, Gordon said: "Master Zheng, we are here."
Came armed.
The monk's expression froze for a moment, and he realized at this time that the hunters who were tall and strong and wearing heavy armor were obviously different from the thin man who was crossing the bridge.
No wonder they are all so murderous.
After coughing lightly to cover up his embarrassment, the monk stood up and prayed in the ancient language.
The hunters gradually calmed down amid the strange melody of the prayers, but as sweet as the sound of the breeze.
The resentment in my heart and the uneasiness of facing a powerful enemy were swept away like fallen leaves blown by the wind.
The spirit and soul become clear. This feeling is wonderful, perhaps a bit similar to a hunting whistle? But not so direct.
Gordon suddenly felt that this trip to the temple might actually be worthwhile.
The monk finished his prayer and bowed slightly to the hunters, "The seal of the restricted area has been released, and everything is left to you."
The hunters nodded in response.
The monk was shaking out his pure white solemn robes, stood up and came to the rock wall. He took down several small windmills inserted between the cracks in the rock, one for each person, and handed them to the hunters.
Gordon clearly remembered that Julius once told him that the windmill had a special meaning to the people of Sinard Village. It was their bridge to communicate with the "wind" and outsiders were not allowed to touch it.
At this time, the monk was handing over the windmill to them with his own hands, which obviously had some special meaning.
I guess it's an amulet or something?
Looking at the small windmill in his hand, which was no bigger than the palm of his hand, Gordon thought for a while and inserted it into the gap in the armor on his waist.
Others also followed suit, Hayata followed Gordon's example and stuck it on her waist, Julius and Nadia pinned it on their chests, Ansir, Aiden and Will stuck it on their shoulder pads, Feng Ying stuck it on their shoulder armor. It was poked directly into the ponytail, and the little windmill whirred above her head.
The monk was watching this scene with a smile.
"May the wind guide you."
(End of chapter)
