They traveled for ten days.

Finally came to a makeshift camp.

Here, Shak, the archer, finally doesn't have to wear a blindfold every day except for eating.

It was a humble camp with less than thirty people.

But the people here, every one of them is very strong, they are very elite warriors.

Middle-aged men are also here, training with them.

Five days passed, and a box arrived.

Inside the box are a series of specially collected white skeletons.

After splicing it together, it is the white bones of the eagle one by one.

These are the white skeletons specially collected by the mysterious nobles as materials for their spell casting, and they are sent over.

The elite soldiers in the camp, they quickly completed the splicing of these white skeletons, put them into the deep pit dug in advance, and covered the top of the white skeleton with a layer of sand, and then grabbed more than a dozen black goats from the other direction of the camp, and after bloodletting, the blood was sent into the deep pit.

Let Shak the archer cast the spell of the White Bone Sand Sculpture.

Three days later, one by one, the white bone sand sculptures shook their bodies and stood up from the pit.

The elite soldiers nearby, who were originally serious and without a trace of expression, also showed a smile when they saw these white bone sand sculptures walking back and forth, stretching their wings, and being able to take off at any time.

Shak, the archer, was called aside by the middle-aged man, and here, there were more than a dozen huge wild wolves in a group of cages.

These wild wolves, who had been walking back and forth in the cage and grinning their teeth, saw Shak and the middle-aged man approaching, and even burst out from the depths of their throats with a huge, continuous low roar.

"Didn't you say you could control the wolves? Now let me see, your abilities, your power of witchcraft. Your current performance will determine your future life and treatment, try to prove it to me. The middle-aged man pointed to the wild wolves in the cage in front of him and said.

Shak, the archer, chuckled, without any panic on his face, and confidently moved forward step by step.

As he progressed, the spell in his body had begun to kick in on its own.

There was an invisible aura emanating from Shak's body.

This momentum made the bodies of the wild wolves in those cages gradually relax from their state of vigilance and preparation for attack.

When the middle-aged man saw these wild wolves, he let out a flattering whimper, and lay on the ground of the cage, revealing his soft abdomen, which was a sign of obedience.

These wild wolves did this, which really surprised the middle-aged man.

Shak the archer didn't know, but he knew that these wild wolves that seemed to be captured alive from the wild were actually domesticated by them secretly, like cultivating hunting dogs, and cultivating war wolves like hounds, originally intended to kill Shak's majesty, let him know that even with the power of witch spells, under their taming methods, they would only be deflated, but the real situation surprised them.

The wild wolves they had domesticated, who could already understand the basic offensive colloquialism, actually knelt down directly in front of Shak, letting go of all their pride and pride, if it weren't for the fact that their tails were hard and straight, they could really wag around happily like a dog's tail.

"You can open all of these cages now, and I promise there will be no danger of releasing them. Shak, the archer, spoke.

"It'll open, but not now?" the middle-aged man nodded, spoke, and left with Shak.

When the two of them left the corner of the camp, a group of elite soldiers armed with hard crossbows walked in, and one by one they pulled the triggers at the wolves that began to roar again, and the sharp crossbow arrows flew into the heads of these wild wolves, causing the wild wolves to struggle for a moment or two before they were lost.

The dead wolves were all pulled out of their cages, thrown into the pit outside, and quickly buried.

On top of the soil layer, a pungent pollen is mixed in, neutralizing the smell of blood, and at the same time, it also makes the other beasts lose their sense of smell, and even smell this smell, they will quickly move away from here.

Shak, the archer, sighed in his heart when the wolf was killed, and the means he had prepared were completely abandoned.

Shak followed the middle-aged man back to another remote corner of the makeshift camp.

It is also full of wooden cages.

In the cage is a wilder, more powerful wolf.

They are wild wolves captured alive from the wilderness, and their eyes are full of wildness and murderous ferocity.

Shak, the archer, glanced at the middle-aged man, and the other man waved his hand, signaling that he could move on.

Shak continued to move forward, the witch spell and the hungry wolf spell in his body automatically operated, and an invisible energy fluctuation spread outward.

These ferocious wolves bared their teeth and let out a series of low growls of threat, but when the invisible energy fluctuations swept and spread, they immediately curled up and looked at the advancing Shak, revealing a trace of fear and fear.

As Shak continued to advance, the magic spell in his body released more energy fluctuations, and these wild wolves suddenly whimpered, and their bodies crawled on the ground, revealing their soft bellies, expressing submission and affection to Shak.

Shak didn't approach the cage where the wolves were kept, but turned to look at the middle-aged man.

"You can release them all!" said the middle-aged man with a smile.

"All this is for me?" Shak said, pointing to the wolves in the cages behind him.

"Yes, that's right, they're at your disposal now, so they're for you. The middle-aged man spoke.

"What do you need me to do?" Shaq knew that this kind of thing wouldn't give him benefits for nothing.

"From now on, you'll have to work with our elite warriors, take them, and follow them to explore and gather within the swamp area. The middle-aged man looked solemn.

"Is this your special care for me?" said Shak, the archer, with a playful smile, staring at the middle-aged man with a sharp arrow in his eyes, wanting to see a different expression and look.

"If you have this kind of thought, you will definitely not live long, and this is a warning to future vassals as a vassal of my lord. Believe it or not, this is the arrangement of the lord for you, and if you don't have this ability, you will die a long time ago. The middle-aged man said with sharp eyes.

"It seems that I misunderstood you, I'm sorry, I apologize for the recklessness just now. Shak, the archer, frowned, and then said quickly.

The middle-aged man nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the two elite soldiers behind him stepped forward and opened all the cages where hungry wolves were held.

As the cage portal opened, these hungry wolves did not attack immediately, but walked out of the cage slowly, step by step, with a somewhat leisurely demeanor, as if walking in the garden.

As the hungry wolves emerged from their cages, they huddled around Shak's body, revealing low, low, flattering howls.

"Let's go, let's go see your future companions!" the middle-aged man said slowly, glancing at Shak, the archer, and the hungry wolves surrounding him.

With that, he turned to leave.

Shak followed him, followed by a pack of wolves that were temporarily non-aggressive.

They walked out of the makeshift camp, crossed the drawbridge, and continued on their way, seeing more than a dozen people near the arrow tower built on a steep slope not far from the camp.

These people are not like ordinary elite soldiers, and the equipment on their bodies is more like some handmade tools.

Their faces are serious, they are not smiling, not only looking at people coldly, but also habitually looking at people's necks, hearts, eyes, throats, and lower three ways of the body, making people feel cold all over the body.

"These people are all mountain people, and they are also subordinates who are attached to the lord, and you cooperate with them to enter the Nydam Swamp once every half a month to collect ore and hunt water lizards and six-legged crocodiles. The middle-aged man said slowly.

"I entered the swamp with them, and they could keep me safe? I know that this place is a Jedi that devours countless lives. Shak looked around at the mountain people, and although they looked very strong, it was very dangerous to really move in the swamp.

"They can't guarantee your life, and you need to keep them safe while they fight their prey, especially the goblin monsters that may be nearby. Those damn bastards, they keep an eye out for their nearby prey, and when the mountainfolk and the prey are fighting, they will show up, and when both the mountainmen and the prey are defeated, they will suddenly jump out and attack the mountainfolk or swamp monsters, stealing the food.

Your mission is to control the wolves, patrol the perimeter of the battle, and once you find a goblin monster, you have to report it to the mountain people, so that the leaders of these swamp teams can decide for themselves whether to continue to hunt the prey, or retreat temporarily, or clear the nearby goblins first, and then continue to hunt the prey. You have to obey the orders of your leaders, you can't decide things yourself, and if you need to sacrifice these wolves, you have to do it immediately. When the mission is complete and you return from the Swamp, the clan will replenish you with new wolves. ”

The middle-aged man said in an unquestioning tone.

Shak, the archer, nodded, glanced at the docile wolves nearby, and felt a little steady.

"You get acquainted with them as soon as possible, and in a few days, you'll be in the swamp. The middle-aged man spoke, and then left.

Shak, the archer, rubbed his hands together with a smile on his face, ready to take the initiative to talk to these mountain people and contact them.

But after walking around, I found that these mountain people were really silent like a mute, either honing their martial arts or making their own weapons, and they didn't pay attention to Shak's questioning at all.

"It's not a way to go on like this, you have to think of a way?" Xia Ke looked at the silent, busy team of mountain people, touched his chin, and silently thought about countermeasures in his heart.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he saw the longbows and arrows that the mountain people had placed on a weapon rack not far away.

Shak took two steps in three steps and came to the front of the weapon rack, taking down the longbow and arrows from it.

With the quiver behind his back, the arrows in the quiver appeared behind his back, the longbow in his hand, and a vigorous invisible force bloomed from Shak's body.

This invisible force, with a strong self-confidence, rendered and spread around, so that those mountain people who were silent, boiled their strength, cultivated martial arts, and made weapons, all looked over, and they also felt a different breath of life and spiritual power, like a cold autumn wind gently blowing through their bodies, attracting their attention.

Shak skillfully drew his bow and arrow, and an arrow flew out, hitting a leaf fifty meters away.

"It's okay, the head is okay, and the strength is good. But this level is just an average hunter. "The mountain people habitually evaluate this arrow with the eyes of the mountain people themselves, and compare them in their hearts.

After comparison, I found that this is not a big deal, and I can do it myself.

Just when these mountain people were a little disappointed, they were ready to continue their work.

Shak drew his bow again, and three arrows spun and flew towards the leaves that had just been pierced by the arrows.

Three arrows pierced the leaves again, and sliced the shaft of the first arrow like a sharp blade.

Three later arrows occupy the place of the first arrow.

"It's kind of interesting. The other mountain people's eyes lit up when they saw this, and they knew that this kind of archery skill was already comparable to those old hunters in their cottage who had honed their archery skills all their lives.

"I didn't expect you to be so good at archery at such a young age. "The leader of the mountain people, a mountain man with a scar on his face, almost blinded his left eye, like a thunderous roar.

The words of the leader of the mountain people made his mountain people not silent, they looked at Shak, who deliberately behaved to attract their attention, and exchanged their heads with each other, whispering to each other.

"I have a better trick, do you want to see it?" said Shak, on his own initiative.

"Your archery skills just now are already extraordinary, and since it's a trick, then I'm looking forward to it even more. The leader of the mountain people laughed and said loudly.

Shak smiled slightly, slammed his feet on the ground, and his body soared from the ground, flying into the air six meters above the ground.

Shak's body was in mid-air, slowly descending from the air as a willow leaf.

In the process of descending, three arrows were held in his hands, and he pulled his bow and arrows, and three arrows flew out.

Then three more arrows.

Then three more arrows.

Then three more arrows.

There are three arrows in each of the four directions, southeast, northwest, fast and fast, lightning fast, flying like a black shadow to a target.

When Shak landed on the ground, all the arrows in the quiver behind him had exploded in the process of his fall.

In the open space around his body, in front and back, left and right, in every direction, there were dense pieces of arrows.

It's hard to believe that this is a person who shoots.

"Hahaha, okay, they said you can help us, I didn't believe it, but now I do. With your powerful archery skills, even in our mountains and forests, you are the most admirable master. The leader of the mountain people laughed loudly, and asked the old wine he had hidden to take out, and the big guys drank together.