Chapter 2 You can also call me Shura

The white-haired boy walked to the girl's side and didn't ask for the girl's consent, so he picked up the girl and put it on the tiger's back, the white-haired boy said a strange language coldly, and the girl obediently sat on the tiger's back and watched the boy's every move. The white-haired boy sat by the fire and casually dragged the corpse of a wasteland wolf, his right hand emitted a faint green glow, and a wind blade appeared in the boy's hand. The wind blade in the boy's hand easily cut through the corpse of the wasteland wolf and began to peel the skin, and it was surprising that the seemingly nonexistent wind blade in the boy's hand could cut through the wasteland wolf's skin so easily. In just a few minutes, the corpse of a Wasteland Wolf was stripped naked by the teenager and began to gut the Wasteland Wolf. The bloody scene made many teenagers can't help but crawl on the ground and vomit, and the girl closed her eyes tightly as early as when the white-haired teenager began to peel her skin. A disgusting sour smell permeated the entire camp, and Morson shook his head as he looked at the unsightly teenagers who vomited, and said:

"It's good to get used to it, you have to eat any food when you are a mercenary. If there is no fire source, even raw meat should be eaten. ”

The teenagers looked at Morson in surprise, and the white-haired boy did not stop the work in his hand, and casually followed Morson's words:

"And that includes your current comrades. ”

The teenagers looked at the white-haired teenager in surprise and looked at Mosen with inquiring eyes for a long time, Mosen didn't say anything but nodded silently, and the teenagers immediately vomited again. The white-haired boy casually threw the intestines of the wolf of the wasteland into the fire, and immediately there was a sizzling sound of grease burning from the fire, and then the scorching smell of the wolf's intestines after being burned made those teenagers vomit even more fiercely, and many people's stomachs were already empty, but they still lay on the ground and retched. Mawson sat down beside the boy, picked up the bottle and took a big sip of wine, and then handed the bottle to the boy. The boy didn't care at all, took the wine bottle, tilted his head and took a big sip, the wolf blood in his hand was mixed with the wine along the bottleneck and was drunk into his stomach by the boy. Mowson looked at the white-haired boy and said jokingly:

"Don't be so rude, as a knight you should always maintain a noble temperament. You see, you're scaring these kids. ”

The young man casually put the packed wolf on the fire, and said coldly:

"I'm not a knight, and I'm not interested in your so-called noble temperament. ”

Mo Sen glanced at the boy with a little surprise, then at the girl who was leaning against the giant tiger and said:

"Whether you're a knight or not, you should be gentle, especially if you're surrounded by girls. A beautiful girl like her, you're going to freak out the client if you do this. It's always good to be gentle. Moreover, you wear such precious light cavalry armor and do not recognize yourself as a knight, which is against the rules of knighthood. ”

The boy flipped the wolf over the fire and said:

"Is it necessarily a knight who wears light cavalry armor? The owner of this armor should be a knight as you say, and I am good at using long weapons on mounts, but I am definitely not a knight. ”

A mercenary boy not far away jumped up when he heard the white-haired boy's words, pointed his sword at the white-haired boy with both hands, and rebuked loudly:

"Do you still have dignity! As a knight, you dare not admit that you are"

Before he could finish speaking, the white-haired young man snorted softly and said coldly:

"Whether I have dignity or not is not something you can comment on, you are not qualified for this yet. I said that if I am not a knight, I am not a knight, and the dignity of any knight is just your own imagination, and it has nothing to do with me. No matter what position or class of troops he is on the battlefield, his only purpose is to kill the enemy and save his own life. As long as you go to the battlefield, no matter what reason you are here, no matter how big or small your military is, no matter what method you use, as long as you can kill the enemy and save your own life, then you are the winner of the battle. As long as you can come back alive from the battlefield, no one will say anything about you, even if you use the people around you as a shield. ”

The boy roared at the white-haired boy:

"Do you still have humanity? Use the lives of your comrades-in-arms to protect yourself!"

The white-haired boy turned the wolf meat nonchalantly and said:

"In the end, the greatest benefits of war are only those who are high and high, and the army and the hearts of the people are just tools used by those in power to obtain greater benefits. The honors and merits of the superior after the war were only a tiny fraction of the great benefits he had received. It's your duty as a warrior to follow orders to rush forward on the battlefield, no matter who you are, but no one asks you to leave your name on the battlefield. Only when people are alive can they have the hope of realizing their dreams, and when they die, they have nothing. In order to be able to achieve your dreams, you must come back alive from the battlefield. The person who can come back alive again and again on the battlefield will become a hero in people's minds at the end of the war, and no one will care about the process of becoming a hero. History is always written by the victors, and after a few hundred years, only what is remembered in the history books will be remembered, and everything else will be forgotten with the death of those who know. What do you say about using your comrades-in-arms? When death comes, when you have to choose between yourself and those around you, what do you choose? Didn't you save your lives by sacrificing yourself by sacrificing yourself when you were fighting the wolves? Do you think they all volunteered to die?"

The mercenary boy slashed at the white-haired boy who was churning wolf meat with a sword, but when his sword was still far away from the white-haired boy, the giant tiger that had been beside the white-haired boy like a house cat suddenly moved, and pressed the two-handed big sword in the mercenary boy's hand to the ground with one claw. The giant tiger shook his head and returned to the white-haired boy, obediently crawling behind the girl. Mo Sen, who had been beside him, had an ugly face, and said to the white-haired boy with a smile:

"I'm sorry, the child is not sensible, don't be like him. But your pet is good, it looks like a seventh-level demonic beast! such a high-level demonic beast can't be found casually!"

The white-haired boy continued to stir the wolf meat as if nothing had happened, and after giving the girl who was looking at him with concern on the side a comforting look, he said casually:

"If this threat had made me angry, I would have been on the battlefield long ago. But to correct two points, first, the White Tiger is not my pet, it is now my mount. Second, the White Tiger is not a seventh-level demonic beast, but a holy beast, the Light Pattern Saint White Tiger. But don't mess with it, it hasn't been a mount before, and letting it be a mount these days has made it feel that its dignity as a strong person in the tiger clan has been greatly humiliated, and now it's in a bad mood. If you can, it's best to let the archer over there put the bow down, I don't think his arrows can do any damage to the white tiger. Based on your experience, you should be able to judge that even tens of thousands of archers of his level would not be able to do much damage to the high-level Holy Beast-level Light Pattern Saint White Tiger. And that kid in the shadow to my right, I don't mind if you slip in there while I'm talking. But if you want to pull out your dagger, I don't mind leaving you there forever. By the way, remember to control your breathing the next time you sneak, it's hard to get noticed with your chaotic breathing. ”

Morson's clothes were already wet with cold sweat and stuck to his body. It took a long time for the Mosen woman to stop trembling her already white lips a little, and she could barely speak;

"After staying together for so long, I don't know what your name is, anyway, you saved our lives, we can't even know what your name is, right?"

The white-haired boy said casually:

"Xue Yueji, her name is Yun Na, and the big cat is called White Tiger. ”

Mo Sen was not surprised by the succinct answer of this young man named Snow Moon Scar, as a good fighter, the more others know about their situation, the easier it is for the enemy to know about his weaknesses. This may not have a great impact on an ordinary warrior, but it can be fatal for a warrior who can be called an elite. Because these can be called elite fighters, their opponents can also be called management fighters in general, so that the fighters who can also make good use of all fighters know that their weaknesses are no different from suicide.

In an awkward atmosphere, Xue Yueji cooked the wolf meat. Although there were no condiments, the charming aroma of the meat still made people forget the bloody process of Xue Yueji when he was examining it, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to eat all this wolf meat. Xue Yueji casually tore off a piece of meat from the roasted yellowish and greasy wasteland wolf's body and tasted it, Xue Yueji got up and came to Yun Na's side, handed the wolf meat to Yun Na, and whispered to Yun Na in Chinese:

"Hurry up and eat, it won't taste good when it's cold. We're on our way tomorrow, and we've got something to do the day after tomorrow. ”

Yun Na took the wolf meat from Xue Yueji's hand, but as soon as the wolf meat touched Yun Na's hand, Yun Na immediately retracted her hand. Xue Yueji's hand caught the falling wolf meat as if it was cutting through space, and Yun Na smiled apologetically and said:

"It was so hot that I didn't hold it. ”

Xue Yuechen shook her head helplessly, tore off a small piece of wolf meat and handed it to Yun Na's mouth, and Yun Na unceremoniously bit the wolf meat in her mouth. Those mercenary boys looked at Xue Yueji jealously, and Xue Yueji was the only one who could get in close contact with the beauty so far. Even Yun Na kept a certain distance from them when she bandaged their wounds, and she still looked like an ice beauty. Xue Yueji's right hand gently swept over the wolf meat in his left hand like a flying butterfly, and each time he skimmed, he would take away a small piece of wolf meat, and the size of the wolf meat taken away each time was just the amount that Yun Na could eat in one bite.

Snow Moon Scar's movements can be described as perfect, every movement seems to be a part of the heaven and earth that should exist, although the breath of killing can be faintly felt, but it always gives people a natural feeling. Yun Na knew that Xue Yueji had already integrated the infinitely close Dao she had comprehended into her movements at this moment, and this time he was not here to kill, but to make the wolf meat she ate just at a temperature that was both delicious and not hot. Although there is really a feeling of overkill, it also proves how careful Xue Yueji is. Able to control the wind, he can completely hand over the work of cooling the wolf meat to the almost ubiquitous wind, but if he gives it to the wind, it will definitely bring up a little dust, and it is difficult for a girl who naturally loves cleanliness to swallow the things that occupy the dust.

Xue Yue's trace was the unconscious action of those jealous mercenary boys who were about to go crazy behind him, turned back to meet those jealous eyes, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and said coldly:

"If you want to get it, you must first have the strength to live that you can protect, and if you don't have the strength to protect, you are not qualified to talk about anything. I can tell you that although her strength is at least seventy percent worse than when she was victorious, it is not too difficult to clean up any of you. You don't even have the strength to talk about protecting her?"

Those mercenary boys struggled under the little killing intent of Xue Yueji, although it was only a little killing intent, but the killing intent that Xue Yueji honed on the battlefield was too huge for these young men who had just become mercenaries. Mo Sen suddenly stood up and used his body to meet the sight of Xue Yueji, and said loudly to the mercenary boys:

"Look at it! How can such good meat be done without wine! Why don't you hurry up and get me wine! Don't think that when your father dies, no one will be able to take care of you! What are you doing in a daze! Why don't you go!"

Not long after, the young man named Legge walked back with the two bottles of wine and handed them to Mowson, who opened one of the bottles and took a sip and handed it to Xue Yueji. Xue Yueji took the wine bottle and poured a big sip and threw the wine bottle next to the fire, Mosen saw that Xueyue Marks no longer drank and said with a smile:

"Why do you just take a sip of such a good wine? It's hard to buy this kind of wine in normal times. Are you still afraid that I will poison you? I drank it just now, and I drank it with confidence. ”

Xue Yueji tore off a small piece of wolf meat and handed it to Yun Na's mouth, and said playfully:

"Poison? I'm confident that there is no poison in the world that can kill me. And don't you already do it? Don't tell me you just went to the house after drinking candy for the kids. ”

Mo Sen's face turned pale all of a sudden, and Xue Yue didn't look back and continued:

"Very good poison, with a little processing, should be a poison that relies entirely on natural toxicity. If there is no antidote made by a specific formula to suppress the toxicity, it is estimated that the average person will ulcerate and die within six days. This kind of thing should be used to control the masters who are much stronger than you. Although you did a good job, you can only say that you chose the wrong person. It's normal to quench weapons on the battlefield and poison enemy troops, and your method seems a bit pediatric to me. If you don't think it's interesting to call me by my name, you can also call me Shura, it's been a long time since anyone called me that. In the past, when I was on the battlefield, people called me that, and I also preferred to be called Shura, because then I could kill without hesitation. Do your best tonight. I hope you can do anything that makes me interested in killing you. ”

Snow Moon Marks no longer paid attention to those who were already close to petrification, and said to Yun Na:

"Take a good rest, tomorrow is a long way to go, and I guess there will be a blacksmith in the next town, and then you won't have to be careful with this sword every day. ”

Yun Na hesitated for a moment and asked Xue Yueji in a low voice:

"Are they really okay? I don't think they're very friendly. ”

Xue Yueji nodded and said:

"There's progress, but it's okay. If there are smart people among them, they should know that with their strength, even the White Tiger can't do anything, let alone me joining forces with the White Tiger. Sleep well. ”

Yun Na nodded and curled up beside the white tiger and fell asleep quietly, Xue Yueji glanced at the mercenary boys who were holding back their anger, and sat cross-legged next to Yun Na, as if it had become a towering mountain in an instant, quietly guarding next to Yun Na.