Seeing that the sand sculpture was shot, Stanley, who stretched out his head under the carriage to observe the movement, shouted excitedly.

"Bang!"

The sand sculpture shot in the chest fell from the air and fell on a small dirt slope, smashing into a shallow crater.

The mud was raised, and its golden wings were still flapping wildly on the red earth, apparently not dead yet.

"Huh!"

The knife flashed, blood splattered, the bird's head fell to the ground, and Wren simply killed it.

Then insert the Demon Hunter 7 long knife back into the holster on his back.

He grabbed its wings and lifted it up, weighed it, and it was quite heavy, estimating that it weighed about 20 kilograms.

There is no doubt that this is an eagle owl!

Susanna, who was wearing a red leather jacket, trotted over, glanced at the sand sculpture that had been decapitated, and her lips moved: "Little brother, your marksmanship is good." ”

"My little brother's marksmanship is really good, one shot into the soul, every time he can get a kill!" Wren shrugged his shoulders and continued to tease, "You two are too watery, don't you even need Force guns?" ”

"Actually, there is no need, the feathers of the sand sculpture are not infinite, and after one or two rounds of avoidance, they will retreat." Garcia lit a cigarette and walked steadily.

The beautiful eyes glanced at Wren, Suzanne Nunu's mouth, and added: "You guess it's a stupid son of a big family, the maintenance fee for the Force firearm is very expensive!"

A demon hunting bullet costs a silver coin, and if you miss a few more shots, what money will you make? People like us don't have the money to go unless we are content with the status quo and don't plan to be promoted. ”

Wren was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he came to this world, and although he moved bricks for two months, the starting point of his transcendent road was actually very high.

From the beginning, he was regarded as a natural awakened person at the beginning of the third order, even if he only joined the outside of the Demon Hunter Association at first, the association gave the guidance method for free, and the equipment was half price.

This is actually an investment, and Wren will choose to join the guild in the end, and there is also a reason why the Witcher Guild does treat him well.

After that, he met the rich woman Catherine, took the risk to kill the Red Witch and made a lot of money, the house was settled, and the rune book Catherine also gave it to him.

Even the old goat took good care of him, and Wren was patiently instructed by him when he was learning the Berg runes.

But Suzanne and Garcia are different from him, they should all start from the first order, and they have been quite bumpy along the way, and they have been living a careful life.

In this world, he is obviously smoother than before, although it is also dangerous in battle, but the road outside the battle is smooth, and now, even a princess like Keisha is his girlfriend.

Leaving non-European countries, could it be that this is a transshipment?

"I'm not a big dog, I'm just lucky, anyway, can I eat this thing?" Wren lifted the sand sculpture in his hand and changed the subject with a smile.

With her eyes lit up, Suzanne licked her lips: "Of course, I've eaten it a few times, and it tastes great!" ”

Wren was overjoyed and shouted: "Good luck, eat chicken tonight!" ”

He hasn't eaten eagle meat yet, let alone a transcendent beast, in the giant world, the most offended thing is actually the Five Organs Temple, and the number of times he has opened meat is not much.

"Oh my God, why did you kill it?"

Holding a camera, a folklorist in a blue suit hurriedly ran over, his face shocked: "The head has been cut off, and now it is completely hopeless, this is a precious animal!" ”

The scholar took a picture of the sand sculpture with a camera, looking distressed.

Wren rolled his eyes, threw the sand sculpture on the ground, and pointed to the groom on the other side who was wailing with his arms covered: "Is it important to cherish and still have a human life?" ”

The folklorist was stunned for a moment, and lifted his gold-rimmed glasses: "Having said that, but it has been shot down by you just now, there is no threat, and it can be captured alive." ”

"Why take it alive? This eagle is very large, it is difficult to take care of it, and it is not bad to eat it after slaughtering, and the nutrition can keep up, so that it can be 7 times a night. Wren disagreed.

The folklorist trembled his eyelids and patiently explained: "The living sand sculptures are of high value, and they are sold to the noble lord in captivity, and they are worth 100 gold!" ”

The expression on his face changed several times, and he couldn't bear the feeling of heartache, he stared at the dead fish eyes and asked, "Then do you think it can still be saved?" ”

The scholar glanced at the headless sand sculpture, his face twitched, and he didn't reply, isn't this so unclear?

Wren exhaled a breath and pretended to look deeply at the headless corpse of the sand sculpture: "Brother Diao, I know that you are arrogant by nature, your head can be broken, blood can flow, and you would rather die if you are not free!"

So I gave you a good time, don't thank me, walk on the Huangquan Road! ”

Sand sculpture: (ノ○Д○)ノ

Garcia, who was swallowing clouds and fog on the side, twitched slightly, and coughed because of the smoke: "Ahem, it's already cold, and I can only fight my teeth." ”

A little angry at the thought of this, Wren slapped his thigh, glared at the scholar, Suzanne and Garcia, and couldn't help but complain: "Why didn't you remind me earlier!" I missed 100 million! ”

Folklorist: "............"

Garcia: "............"

Suzanne chuckled and covered her mouth: "You just rushed over and unceremoniously cut off its head, you acted so fast that we didn't have time to react!" ”

That's a hundred gold coins, and you can't make money in a year by moving bricks!

Wren took a deep breath, forced out a smile and shouted:

"Add food! Add food!! ”

The intestines are all repentant, but there is no way, Brother Eagle is gone, and he can only be used to wrap his abdomen.

The red sun is falling in the west, the sky is not early, the journey is not in a hurry, after the canyon, it is not far, there is no need to rush overnight.

If it goes well, they will definitely be able to get to Xiangcheng Town tomorrow afternoon, and the group will start preparing dinner.

The little old man took out a gray handbag from the carriage and bandaged the wound of the groom, who had been stabbed with a feather.

He disinfected it with alcohol, then pulled out several bottles and cans, smeared the groom with a black, viscous ointment, and tied it with a bandage.

Not to mention, the effect is quite good, and the groom's pale face is a little better due to the loss of more blood.

Wren paid special attention to this thin little old man, this person was not an ordinary doctor, there was a slight spiritual energy fluctuation in his body, and he was a first-order transcendent.

As for Brother Eagle, it's up to Susanna, she's familiar with the terrain and has good cooking skills, and Wren can cook, but he hasn't handled this ingredient after all.

The sand sculpture was taken by Suzanne to a small pool in a canyon to be cleaned, where the feathers were plucked and the entrails removed.

Time passed slowly, and by 7 p.m., the night had already shrouded, and a silver moon hung in the sky, the stars were shining, and the bright moonlight poured down.

The cool evening breeze blew away the heat, and everyone sat in a circle around the campfire, each holding a small bowl, staring at the sand carved meat stewed in the pot.

The pots were available in the caravanserais, and Stanley did not eat dry food for every meal, and occasionally got some game and vegetable soup.

The firewood was picked up by Wren and the others nearby.

Suzanne added some of the seasonings in turn, turning the spoon from time to time, and left it for an hour.

The rich aroma overflowed, aroused everyone's appetite, and after the stew was cooked, everyone couldn't wait to start feasting.

It smells so good!

Wren devoured it, his mouth was full of oil, without him, this pot of meat was worth a hundred gold coins!

It hurts to think about it, it's too extravagant, and if he doesn't eat more, he will feel unbalanced.

After eating and drinking, everyone sat by the campfire with their bellies upright and chatted.

Cowboy Garcia covered his stomach, burped, and sighed: "It's been boiling for more than an hour, and the meat is still so firm, it's really strange!" ”

He hadn't eaten sand carving meat before, and Torren's blessing was a new taste today.

"Isn't it good to be tighter? More feeling, isn't it? Wren interjected faintly.

Garcia's heart moved, and he felt that the words were profound, subtle and timeless, detached from low-level tastes, and full of philosophical thoughts.

He looked intently at Wren and met those inscrutable eyes.

I've confirmed that it's my own person!

The two looked at each other and smiled, and everything was silent!

Everyone: "............"