Between his gaze, Qin Ping suddenly felt a strange fluctuation in the coat of arms on his forehead, and his spirit touched slightly, and he found that the figures of the three fourth-grade orcs in his mind had been projected into the coat of arms.

At the same time as the orc figure appeared, the relevant reward information appeared.

"Four-grade orcs, hunting is coming: 1 four-grade beast essence stone per head!"

The message is concise, but the meaning is clear.

Only then did Qin Ping understand what the principle of heraldic recording military exploits was. It turns out to be one with the master's spirit, and through the master's subjective spirit to detect the enemy's situation, complete the target marking, and thus generate the corresponding record.

If Qin Ping kills an orc marked by a spirit in his field of vision, then Qin Ping will be rewarded with the corresponding military merits.

The subjective heart of man does not deceive himself in some basic judgments. This is determined by one's own rationality.

The heraldic record of military merit information, keeping pace with the subjective spirit of the owner, is bound to ensure the accuracy and authenticity of the record to a large extent.

Taking a breath gently, Qin Ping had already slowly taken out the Yuqing King Bow.

With his current strength, a mere fourth-grade orc no longer poses a threat at all.

In the field of vision, three orcs are cautiously approaching the trap. The howling of hyenas captivates them deeply.

"Oh, so are they three orc hunters?"

When the orcs got closer, Qin Ping finally identified the identities of the three orcs. Although the orcs are all fierce and warlike, they have a strict internal hierarchy and a clear division of labor. Hunters, equivalent to logisticians. Their main function is to hunt, to get enough food for the survival of the tribe.

Now that the orc army is about to assemble, the need for food reserves has expanded dramatically, and with the consumption of a winter, food reserves have plummeted. Therefore, hunters are quite active during this time.

However, although hunters play a significant role in orc society, their status is not too high.

Orcs, advocating strength and respecting blood, the vast majority of hunters are relatively weak existences in the orc race.

Truly powerful orcs, they prefer to eat people, hunting and devouring beastmasters among the human race.

Seeing the bloodthirsty hyena dying in the trap, the three hunters looked excited. For them, this is a big bonus. Such a huge prey, especially the ferocious bloodthirsty hyena, even if the three of them hit together, they would definitely have to pay a lot of price.

It was a terrifying prey with one and a half feet stepping into the fifth-grade level.

And in front of you, the prey that falls into the trap is completely at your fingertips.

The hunters acted very tacitly, and soon surrounded the hyenas, and drew their sharpened bone blades, ready to deal a fatal blow to the prey, and then carried away.

The hyena bared its teeth and growled, striking back in vain. The horrific injuries on its body had pushed it to the brink of death, and the pain and blood loss had exhausted it.

At this moment, the trembling figure of the bowstring sounded one after another, which looked particularly strange in the night wind. Two arrows of light broke through the air, turning into dragon-like streamers, piercing through the night.

Poof!

Next to the hyena, the two hunters flipped upside down, and a large ball of blood burst out on their chests, and they died on the spot.

Airplanes!

Qin Ping's spirit moved, and he keenly noticed that two of the shadows of the three hunters in the coat of arms suddenly shrank sharply, turning into a small pocket image, and there was an extra four-grade beast essence stone below.

One of the remaining orc hunters let out a strange cry of terror, instantly realized the danger, and without hesitation, turned and fled into the distance.

Naturally, they also understood the current situation, and knew that there were quite a few Terran orcists hunting them. During this time, the most sacrificed were the hunters.

As a hunter, its first instinct is to run away, which is perfectly in line with its identity.

Qin Ping snorted coldly, put away the human king bow in his hand, and rushed out of the hideout, quickly following the orcs who were trying to escape.

Whew!

The orc heard the sound of the cold wind coming from behind him, and his eyes widened in horror.

At this time, Qin Ping had already come behind it, staring at it solemnly.

The orc screamed, and flipped his hand into a fist-sized bag of animal skin. With a bang, the animal skin bag exploded in the air, sending out a large cloud of smoke with a foul smell.

Poisonous!

Qin Ping's figure suddenly shortened, rolled forward, narrowly avoided the poisonous smoke rushing in his face, and then raised his hand and slapped a palm on the orc's back.

Oh!

The orc's body was light, and he flew out in response, falling to the ground and tumbling, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood in embarrassment, and glanced back at Qin Ping viciously, his speed did not decrease but increased, and he fled forward with a smoke.

Qin Ping, who avoided the poisonous smoke, did not chase any further, came to the upper hand position, and watched the injured orc go away.

The evening breeze blew, and the poisonous smoke was quickly blown away.

"Hopefully it can bring some decent rescuers!"

Qin Ping shook his head slightly, dodging and retreating to the vicinity of the hyena. Letting the orc escape, of course, was deliberate on his part. His strategy is not so much to wait for the rabbit as to use his example as bait, entrenched in one place, and actively attract orcs to his door.

This is his self-confidence.

Not long after, on the top of the hill near the trap, two sharp wooden stakes more than ten meters high were erected, and on the top of them, the corpses of two orcs suddenly hung on it.

After doing this, Qin Ping once again hid his figure and ambushed in the shadows.

Hanging corpses for intimidation and show-off is actually a trick that orcs are good at, stemming from their primitive habit of storing food.

Now, Qin Ping made the same move, which was tantamount to a huge provocation for the orcs.

Sure enough, the orcs didn't disappoint him. In less than half an hour, a group of orcs were killed.

This time, it was not just the hunters who appeared, among the thirteen orcs, there were suddenly three orc warriors. Of course, the orc hunter who escaped before, as the existence that led the way, was suddenly among them.

Far away, Qin Ping heard their furious roars.

Apparently, they were violently irritated by the sharp wooden stakes on the hills.

Qin Ping calmly looked at the group of orcs, marking them one by one with his spirit until their shadows all appeared in the coat of arms.

"Three real warriors, all sixth-grade orcs, one-on-one combat effectiveness, even comparable to the ordinary seventh-grade beast tamers of the human race......"

Qin Ping's figure slowly stood up from the weeds, and the butterfly was already in the palm of his hand.

Above the sky, the Golden-Eyed Eagle reported a message indicating that there were no signs of other orcs and orcists in the vicinity.

At this moment, Qin Ping did not have the slightest concern in his heart, and suddenly let out a roar, heading towards the orcs who were trying to rush up the hill, cut down the stakes, and take down the corpses of the clan.

The orcs reacted immediately, and the three warriors let out a furious roar, trampling the ground fiercely with their hooves and feet, bending their legs like goats and stomping suddenly, bursting out with terrifying bouncing force, and jumping more than ten meters between their bodies.

They held the skeletal war hammer in their hands, and as they swung it, a terrible scream came out between the holes, quickly approaching Qin Ping, and then brutally smashed into Qin Ping's head.

Kill!

Qin Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression was calm and composed, and his body was elegant and agile.

Dodging, sideways, and staggered figures.

A cold light flashed, and the orc warrior didn't even see how Qin Ping made a move, but its waist had already been cut open.

The crack was smooth and deep, splitting most of its waist, including its spine.

Before the blood splashed, Qin Ping had already come to the second orc warrior, and in a leap, his toes were actually on the skull hammer head smashed by the other party, and his body turned upside down in the air, flying over the opponent's head in a chic manner, and the freehand blow fell.

The cold light flickered, and the blade pierced through the top of the warrior's head.

When he landed, the first fighter had just fallen to his knees under inertia, and the roar of the second fighter had not stopped.

Qin Ping's narrowed eyes suddenly opened, staring directly at the blood-colored furious eyes of the last warrior, his body swaying like a fish in water, fitting up, ghostly crashing into the arms of the orc warrior, and his sinking shoulders flew out like a hill of enemy cannonballs.

At this time, the first warrior fell to the ground, the second warrior lost his voice, and the hunters who followed him did not rush closer.

It all happened so fast!

Qin Ping's movements are clean and neat, flowing smoothly, without any fancy, and every movement is like a note of death.

This is the combat ability he has honed in the Realm Womb.

Without mercy, not even the slightest fluctuation in his heart, Qin Ping was like a reaper, rushing straight towards the group of orc hunters who had not yet reacted.

The hand rises and falls, as if entering a no-man's land.

The orc warrior who had been knocked out of the air suddenly got up from the ground, although the bones were broken a lot, but the terrible pain only inspired its madness and fighting spirit.

It wielded its warhammer and let out a deafening roar, its wild breath burning all over it.

However, when its eyes were turned to the enemy again, it saw an extremely strange scene.

- The human was standing not far in front of it, with a turban flying at the back of his head, quietly looking at it with a pair of cold and cold eyes. Behind the human, every orc it could see was falling, their heads sliding strangely from their necks.

At that moment, it was as if an invisible hand was pinching its neck. Its roar stopped abruptly, and deep in its furious heart, Senhan's fear came out like a devil, making its body stiffen and tremble.

In its frightened eyes, the young man in the night, like the embodiment of death, looked at it quietly and indifferently, shaking his head silently and disdainfully.

In silence, it felt the contempt of its opponents.

It thought it would die, but the boy turned around, slowly grabbed the bodies of the two warriors, dragged them up the hill without hurry, and hung them high.

At that moment, the young orc warrior understood.

It looked at the boy on the hill, the fangs in its mouth creaking, and let out a terrible roar when it looked up to the sky, and then turned and headed for the depths of the grassland.

"Finally...... Is it lit?"

Looking at the back of the orc warrior in the distance, Qin Ping exhaled slightly, and a little expectation faintly appeared in his heart.

- What kind of masters will the orcs send in the next wave?!

"Miss, we don't seem to be out of luck!"

Looking at the empty and lonely wild grass in front of him, Qu Mufeng couldn't help but sigh, and deep in his heart, some thoughts were about to move.

Five days had passed, and their harvest had been far from satisfactory, and they had only hunted down a mere thirty orc hunters.

This is a far cry from what they expected.

The maidservant Xiaohuan couldn't help frowning and complaining: "The area we chose has obviously been swept by people, and the prey is really pitiful!"

As a leader, Hai Ling'er was naturally not in a good mood, and her expression was a little bleak. Although she is good at taming beasts and has a good cultivation talent, she really can't compare with Qin Ping in combat and hunting.

She thought that with the Qingyun Harrier patrolling at high altitude, the prey would be easy, but she didn't expect that the grassland was flat and had a wide field of vision, which was also convenient for orcs to observe all kinds of dangers.

Many times, the Qingyun Harrier spotted the orcs, but by the time they arrived, the orcs had already fled.

"The Qingyun Harrier is too conspicuous!"

Hai Ling'er shook her head, already considering whether to remove it.

"Miss, why don't we separate for a while, and let me go over there to reconnoitre!"

Qu Mufeng turned sideways, pointed in one direction and said, "The orc army is about to assemble, and they are hunting aggressively right now. As long as their hunting operations do not stop, we will not worry about being left without prey. You see, the area where we are located is flat and open, and the prey of the orcs has long been frightened away. If I were an orc, I wouldn't be here to hunt!"

"Hmm, Uncle Qu's analysis makes sense!"

Hai Ling'er showed a sudden look, but she was not a person who was stubborn and self-serving, and waved her hand and said: "In this way, Xiaohuan and I will continue to hunt in this area, Uncle Qu, you will act separately, and when you find a suitable place, you will summon us! ”

When Qu Mufeng heard this, he was secretly happy in his heart, looked at Xiaohuan and said, "Miss will please ask you!"

Xiaohuan naturally knew Qu Mufeng's primary purpose of leaving, nodded and smiled: "Brother Qu be careful, don't be careless." We await your good news!"

Qu Mufeng nodded, swished, and swept out in one direction.

Seeing Qu Mufeng go away, the master and servant continued to search. Thinking of the gambling contract with Qin Ping, Hai Linger couldn't help but feel a little anxious in her heart.

"I wonder how many orcs that nasty guy hunted?"

Hai Ling'er couldn't help but guess in her heart, Qin Ping's confident and disdainful look appeared in her mind, and she was uncomfortable for a while, and she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

"Miss, look, what's that?"

Just when he was distracted, the servant girl Xiaohuan suddenly screamed, pointed to the sky in the distance, and her face suddenly turned pale.

Hai Ling'er raised her head in amazement, her eyes quickly swept across the sky, and her complexion changed, only to see that in the distant sky, a behemoth was rolling the wind and clouds, flying towards the Qingyun Harrier hovering in the sky.

It was a blood-colored lion with huge wings, covered in dark red scales, with a wingspan of ten feet, and a long tail like an iron whip dragging behind it, whistling and swaying in the air, making a thunderous sound.

"Lion Monster!"

Looking at the aerial monster that was twice the size of the Qingyun Harrier, Hai Ling'er felt a strong uneasiness in her heart, and quickly blew a whistle, ordering the Qingyun Harrier to flee with all her might.

Lion Demon Beast, that is a terrifying monster bred by orcs, an air combat demon.

Seeing the huge hoofs and claws of the Lion Demon Beast like a black iron scythe, Hai Ling'er had no doubt that even if it was a Qingyun Harrier with the reputation of a sky killer, it would definitely not be able to withstand a blow from the Lion Demon Beast.

“...... It's too late!"

When Hai Ling'er's scalp was numb, the maid next to her couldn't help but let out a mournful roar.

It's too late!

The speed of the lion demon beast is too fast, and it is rapidly approaching the Qingyun Harrier at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its terrifying power has seriously affected the Qingyun Harrier, making it unable to fly calmly.

Hai Ling'er realized that she was careless, and Qingyun Harrier was also careless.

They have been in this area for too long, and the Qingyun Harrier has never encountered an opponent, and they never expected to suddenly encounter such a strong enemy.

Orcs aren't stupid, they fight back too!

Boom!

Hai Ling'er could even hear the roar of death in the distance, never expecting that the orc's counterattack would fall on her head first.

She saw that the lion beast arrogantly caught up with the Qingyun Harrier she was proud of, flew above it like a devil, and then suddenly shook its long tail like an iron whip and slammed it on the back of the Qingyun Harrier.

The fierce cry of the Qingyun Harrier resounded through the sky, and its huge body and feathers fell together.

However, before it landed, it was pierced by the huge hoofs and claws of the lion demonic beast, grabbed it alive, bit off its neck, and turned around and flew towards the gathering place of the orc army.

She was so confident when she came to participate in the hunt, but she never imagined that in just five days, her beloved mount would be killed.

“...... I should have removed it sooner!"

Hai Ling'er's face was pale, and she felt that in her heart, she completely lost contact with the Qingyun Harrier, and made a painful and self-reproachful voice.

"Miss, all this will be made up!"

Xiaohuan comforted and could understand her young lady's grief at the moment. She knew that the Qingyun Harrier had been with Hai Ling'er for five years, just like her relatives and friends.

Perhaps, only that fierce wolf, those beasts left behind by Qin Ping, can make up for Miss's loss!

When Xiaohuan said comfort, he thought so in his heart. She believed in Qu Mufeng's ability, and if he took action, that Qin Fan would definitely be in trouble.

"Make it up?"

Hai Ling'er looked at Xiaohuan in a daze, her eyes became firm and sharp little by little, and she suddenly clenched her silver teeth and said: "That's right, I want to defeat Qin Fan, I want to win back the fierce wolf, the black and white tiger, and the golden ape!"

......

In the No. 3 stronghold, Liu Xiao sat in the shack, conscientiously in charge of the issuance of military merit badges.

However, there was no smile on his face, and with an unconcealable surprise in his eyes, he listened to the discussion of a group of bounty hunters not far away.

"I wonder who's so crazy?"

The discussion was in his ears, and Liu Xiao's heart was shocked. Rumors about the bounty hunter began to emerge two days ago.

Now, the man's appalling deeds have spread throughout the third stronghold, no, it should be all seven strongholds, and it has become the most talked about topic among the hunters, and even caused many advance army generals.

Legend has it that it was born in a riverbend next to a river. Rumor has it that on a hill by the river, overnight, a series of sharp wooden stakes were erected, on which the corpses of orcs were hung.

Not far from that hill, in the dense forest where bloodthirsty hyenas once lived, hidden a terrifying steppe butcher, armed with a sharp blade and clad in blood-colored armor, alone and fearless of any orc visitors, killed batch after batch of orcs who dared to attack.

In just a few days, the hill where the orc corpses were stacked had become a haven for crows and vultures. Smelling death, crows and vultures from all over the prairie are gathering there.

And every night, a terrible bloody battle breaks out in the open field in front of the hill. The furious orcs have dispatched their masters, leading elite warriors, to besiege the death-like butcher of the steppe.

No one knew who the man was, and no hunter in the know dared to approach the area.

It is rumored that it has become a Shura field and a burial ground......

The latest news is constantly being brought back to the stronghold, and the rumors about the "steppe butcher" have become more and more terrifying.

Some even said that on the sharp stakes above the hill, the corpses of a dozen barbarians had been hung.

Barbarians, that is a powerful existence among orcs, similar to the beastmaster.

"Alas, it looks really old!"

Liu Xiao couldn't help but shake his head, and between self-deprecation, he whispered: "Grassland butcher, if we can have more such strong people on our side, what is the orc army afraid of?"

Between sighs, Qin Ping's figure appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but let out a lament: "If Qin Ping is still alive, he must also use iron and blood to forge a lot of prestige, right? It's a pity, it's a pity, the grassland butcher can't be that kid!"