The sun was shining brightly, and on the barren plains, the caravan was methodically heading towards the canyon ahead.

"Headless Horseman?" Wren frowned, looked at Garcia riding on a white horse next to him, and was a little curious: "Can you elaborate on it?" ”

Cowboy Garcia took out the water bag, took a sip of water, and reached out to wipe his unshaven chin.

He sighed, "It was a vengeful revenant, a ghost rider from the Abyss Hell, who came from the shadows, wrapped in black chains, and wandered through the night......"

"Vengeful revenants? Wraiths? ”

After Garcia's narration, Wren learned that this is a legend that has been circulating in the Pugney Plains for hundreds of years, and the source seems to be the indigenous Kangao people.

It is said that more than a hundred years ago, there was a young man from a large indigenous tribe here, the son of the patriarch, a born awakener.

He was sent by his father to study at the University of Wisteria, the royal capital of Faroran, where he met the daughter of a marquis's family, and the two fell in love.

Although the marquis did not like it in his heart, he did not beat the mandarin duck with a stick, because the young man's talent was indeed very high.

But the good times didn't last long, the young man's father died, and he had to go back to the tribe to mourn and keep his filial piety.

The position of patriarch fell into the hands of someone else, and the new patriarch feared that the young man would take his place in the future when he became stronger.

He claimed that the old patriarch had betrayed the secrets of the Totemic Power of the Kangao (the transcendent system of the indigenous tribes, which was different from the transcendent path pioneered by the scholars of the natural school) in exchange for the opportunity for his son to receive a foreign education.

The Kangao were xenophobic, forced to submit to the kingdom because of the pressure to survive, and the old patriarch's actions were already criticized, so the young man was quickly imprisoned.

After some time, the new patriarch was about to poison the young man to death, but the old patriarch's henchmen deceived the world and let the young man fake his death to escape.

But the daughter of the marquis didn't know that after learning of her lover's death, she couldn't think of committing suicide by taking poison.

The young man was driven insane, and in desperation, he killed the new patriarch, and subsequently had his head cut off by the new patriarch's men.

The young man studied knighthood at Wisteria University, and since then, the legend of the Headless Horseman has begun to spread on the plains of Pugni.

"Has anyone seen the Headless Horseman?" Wren asked, if this story is true, the wraith is probably very powerful!

Garcia had some jealousy on his face: "Yes, someone has seen it, including me, and I can be sure that the Headless Horseman really exists."

At that time, the Kangao tribe was very large, with more than 6,000 people, second only to those 10,000-strong tribes with a long heritage, but now, it has been tossed to the point of extinction. ”

Wren's expression was solemn, this headless horseman was by no means an idle resentful spirit, I am afraid that he had already reached the level of [Spell Spirit].

After death, the resentment is very heavy or the obsession is too deep, and there is a very small probability of producing a spirit, which is generally not a climate, but once it grows, it is very difficult to deal with.

This type of spirit can also be roughly divided into five levels, the first order [resentful spirit], the second order [evil spirit], the third order [evil spirit], the fourth order [spell spirit], and the fifth order [holy spirit] or [evil spirit].

Resentful spirits and evil spirits can only exist for no more than a hundred years, and they need sustenance, which is easy to deal with, and they are generally not opponents of transcendents of the same level.

However, once you reach the level of the fierce spirit, you no longer need sustenance, and it will become difficult to entangle.

Because the path of evolution is different, some fierce spirits who take the [Holy Spirit] route are not less intelligent than humans, and can be regarded as demon counts, with more bizarre abilities, good at spiritual attacks, and can exist for two or three hundred years.

Looking at Wren with a very serious expression on his face, Garcia laughed and comforted: "Don't worry too much, the Headless Horseman is indeed terrifying, I have seen it once from afar."

It's as eerie as the demon crawling out of hell, but he doesn't usually attack us.

Be careful, it's bandits like the Skeleton Gang! ”

Wren smiled dumbly when he heard this, he wasn't scared, but he knew very well that that Headless Horseman was at least a fourth-order [Spell Spirit].

It is relatively easy to injure a spirit at this level, but it is difficult to completely destroy it unless it is trapped with a realm and cleaned up.

But the spirit came and went without a trace, and the speed of escape was amazing, even if it was a saint, he would slip away if he was not careful.

This is also why, more than a hundred years later, the Headless Horseman can still wander on the plains, of course, there are also people who generally do not attack foreigners, but attack the Kangao tribe from time to time.

I'm afraid that the official people of Farolan will be happy for him to kill a few more natives, after all, these natives are unruly, not only xenophobic, but also always want to go out independently.

Wren and Garcia were hitching around behind the team, and time passed minute by minute.

In the evening, the sun is already on the horizon, and the sunset has stained half the sky red, and tomorrow may be a good day.

The group had reached a gorge of crimson rock, a maroon soil formed by the weathering of rocks in hot and humid climates.

The soil is acidic, clayey and has only a few sparse weeds growing on it, with the occasional citrus tree to be seen.

The convoy had stopped to recuperate, and through this canyon, it was truly into the heart of the Pugni Plain, where the possibility of encountering danger was greatly increased.

Suzanne jumped off the horse, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and walked over: "Is there anything unusual?" ”

"The wind is calm, and the weather is so good that people want to doze off." The weather was actually quite hot, but it was nothing for Rennes, who had already reached the third order.

Suzanne gave him a roll of her eyes when she heard this, and her voice was clear and melodious: "Little brother, how about we sleep in a tent tonight?" ”

There were improvised tents on the carriages, at least they didn't have to sleep on the floor.

Looking at the toned cowgirl with a youthful atmosphere, Wren shrugged: "Okay, no matter what gun, I use it well." ”

Wren is very clear about his positioning - scumbag, does not explain, and does not set up an archway, but he is still a virgin.

Keisha was his first love, and for the first time, he still wanted to do it with his girlfriend.

Suzanne snorted lightly and said disdainfully, "Do you think I can't see it, you're still a little virgin!" ”

Garcia wanted to tease, but at this moment, several eagle chirps suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Chirp!"

His face changed and he shouted, "Hide! There are sand sculptures! ”

Got a stupid hanging?

Wren looked confused, looked up, and found that there were three eagles hovering in the air at a height of 100 meters.

Their plumage is the same color as yellow sand, their wings spread out up to four meters, and their sharp beaks and black claws glow with an earthy yellow glow.

Above the blue sky, a sand sculpture with two wings and a fan, more than a dozen feathers detached, flashing with earthy yellow brilliance, shooting down like arrows!

"Woohoo!"

The sound of the wind breaking quickly showed the power of these feathers.

"Dodge! Hide behind the carriage! Stanley, the owner of the caravan, yelled and hurried under a wagon.

Everyone reacted differently, and the girl dressed up subconsciously hid behind the drunken man, who didn't seem to wake up and stayed in place in a daze.

The little old man of the earth doctor immediately jumped into the carriage, as nimble as a rabbit.

And folklorists, he ...... He took out a camera, looked excited, and clicked to take pictures.

"Boom! Burst! ”

The feathers landed, barely under the ground, and a few more were nailed deep into the planks of the carriage, revealing only a small part.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ……”

Garcia and Suzanne reacted quickly, and after moving to avoid the attack, they raised their guns and fired, and the grooms did the same.

But the accuracy of ordinary revolvers is too poor, and they can't hit the sand sculptures hovering in the air at a height of 100 meters.

The sand sculpture is a strange beast, just like there are natural awakened people in humans who can slowly absorb the spiritual energy in the air.

There are also such individuals in animals, their morphological characteristics will change, and they will also instinctively use psionic energy, which is stronger than their previous counterparts.

And the base of a certain alien beast is large, and the offspring that reproduces between them may be able to form a new kind of transcendent beast.

Sand eagles are an alien species, originally just an ordinary eagle, but now they even dare to hunt humans.

"Whew! Shout! ……”

The three sand sculptures were very arrogant, wandering quickly in the air, and pieces of feathers were shooting down like machine guns!

"Ahh

A feather was stuck in the arm of one of the grooms, as if stabbed with a dagger, and the blood flowed profusely, and he clutched his hands and wailed.

Wren snorted coldly, dodged a few feathers, put away the revolver, and pulled out the Type 4 Demon Hunting Pistol.

"Click!"

The dirt was dented, and he stomped on the ground, jumped onto the roof of a carriage with the help of his strength, and raised his hunting pistol, his mind highly concentrated.

Estimate the wind speed and deflection angle, adjust the scope, and predict the flight trajectory of the sand sculpture.

Infusing the spear with psionic energy, a faint glimmer of light lit up on the lines of the psionic array, and he aimed at a place in the air.

When the time came, he decisively pulled the trigger!

"Bang!"

The silver demon hunting bullet is like a small meteor, cutting through the sky at high speed!

"Poof!"

Blood splattered, and a sand sculpture was shot in the chest and fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

"Wow~"

The remaining two sand sculptures seemed to be frightened, let out a few sharp chirps, did not dare to stay any longer, and quickly sped away into the distance.

"Great, the sand sculpture has finally been killed!"