"There's nothing to say between us, please go back. The words in the forest were still cold and unforgiving, but for the first time in his life, Kabore confided in someone outside the village, and it made him feel much more comfortable.

The boy did not forget his intentions, and he patted the leaves stuck to his buttocks, and shook the tube of his trousers, perhaps because he still had a little moisture, and continued to stick to the purpose of his trip, and he said to the inside, "Well, before leaving, can you let me bring a winter bamboo back, it will be older." ”

There is no doubt about it, the other party did not express his position on Kabore's request, and the young man had to secretly speculate about the other party's intentions, but the guy in front of him, who couldn't see his appearance clearly and didn't seem to eat fireworks in the world, didn't have a good way for a while.

Kabore walked freely in the winter bamboo forest, he walked to one of the unsightly winter bamboos, patted it a few times, stopped to observe, and then turned his head and asked, "Is this one one, can I take it with me?" After all, it is someone else's territory, and if it is too unscrupulous, it may invite unpredictable consequences.

The wind struck, slapping accurately on the winter bamboo that the young man was pointing to, and the swaying branches moved slightly.

Seeing that the other party's reaction made Kabore overjoyed, the boy bowed slightly to the position of the wind to show his gratitude, and he didn't make much pretentiousness, the two short blades passed through the air like a short but beautiful dance under skillful manipulation, and cut through the body of the winter bamboo, and the number of annual rings contained in them made Kabore breathe a sigh of relief.

"Great, this year's mission is finally accomplished. Satisfied, Kabore patted the stump of the winter bamboo lying on the ground, and turned around to thank the other party again, only to find that at some point, the chirping of the crow flock reached his ears again. The boy looked up, and the flock of gray crows in the sky had already fallen, and they were placed in the world that belonged only to them.

The marker behind him also reappeared, the position clearly pointed to the road from which he came, and the winter bamboos on both sides had inadvertently given up their positions, and the narrow red passage reminded the boy that it was time to take the step of returning.

"Oh no, it's getting dark!" the crow returned, and Kabore finally realized the situation, and he quickly picked up the winter bamboo and ran quickly towards the edge of the woods, until he was near the edge of the woods, and the boy suddenly stopped.

There seemed to be some kind of loneliness in his smile, and Kabore, uncharacteristically, sincere but pleading, said, "Thank you so much for being with me for so long." If, I mean if, if I have the chance, I will definitely accompany you next time to have a good talk. ”

With that, he spread his legs and moved back in, a breeze behind him, but Cabore didn't feel the slightest chill.

The young man was secretly proud, and he scolded for a while: "Hmph, duplicity." ”

Night had come, and the docile natives of the Red Earth Mountains had long since returned to their nests, after all, it was time for the savage carnivores to go out for a walk, and the occasional howls of the wolves made Kabore's eagerness to return all the more frizzy.

Hiding and tracking is a hunter's forte, and under Uncle Balkin's tutelage, Kabore has naturally developed a strong and coordinated ability, his body constantly crisscrossing through the trees, and the old winter bamboo he is holding does not hinder his movement in the slightest.

The dense clouds in the sky obscured the stars at night, leaving only the twinkling stars in the dense forest, and these dark green points of light on the ground always surrounded the village where Kabore lived at night, but not in the slightest.

"However, tonight's demon wolves seem to be a little manic like me. The land of the woods was no longer safe, and the young hunter climbed the stout tree, standing on a high spot to determine the location of the village, and the dense torches in the distance quickly drew his attention.

"Strange, is it because of the Holy Day?" Normally there would be a bonfire in the center of the village on New Year's Day, but today there is no one, and instead of it, there are many torches like green stars in the woods.

At the foot of the mountain, the torches converged into a long snake on the winding path into the village, its neat steps were more like an orderly procession, and below him, several lone demon wolves were hurrying away, and turned a blind eye to the "trophies" left by the young hunters.

The strange appearance made Kabore wonder, and instead of continuing to move back to the village according to the previous route up the mountain, he jumped forward in the trees, following the direction of the movement of the demon wolves. He wanted to find out what was going on in the village.

The wolves moved fast through the flats, and Kabore jumped on the trunks from time to time, which would have cost him more energy, but thanks to the boy's hard work on his skill and physical strength, he was able to keep up.

......

The beams of flame illuminated the silver armor in gold, and the soldiers led by him sat on the high-headed horses, their masks hanging down naturally, and the torches of the stars in the village in front of him danced in his eyes from time to time, making it impossible to understand the speculative intentions in his heart.

In front of him, a sentry dressed as a scout was wrapped in light leather armor, and the military horses under him were the same, wrapped in a few pieces of fur-like armor to cover a few vital points, so that the simple protection maximized the efficiency of its movement.

"Sir. The well-trained sentry dismounted, ignoring the horses that were constantly rushing towards his comrades due to inertia, and instead knelt down on one knee in front of the silver-armored soldier.

"Outside the formation, there is no need to be polite. The soldier at the head did not look away from his gaze, his brow constricted as if he were facing a great enemy, as if the small and humble village in front of him would be an abyss.

"The subordinates have made it clear, General Barkin...... No, the traitor Barkin and the others have been living here all this time. With that, the sentry got up and handed an object into the hands of his commander, and retreated.

The chief finally turned his gaze to the object at hand, a coat of arms emblazoned with an elaborate sword ornament, and the background of the coat of arms was a nimble unicorn.

He hesitated, secretly considering whether or not to make a final conclusion about the object.

The chief asked, "The king's eldest daughter, Anosi Mon...... What about Shaman Lid King and Archmage Andrew?"

"According to the reports of the local sheriff, Lieutenant Enleko Rossle, and others, there were indeed these people alive in this village. The sentry pushed the two men beside him forward.

If Kabore was at the scene, he would have recognized that these two people were the seniors who often came to this village where birds don't poop and laughed and played with him.

"Report General Klein Nicholas. Lieutenant Enleko Rossle stepped forward, pretending to look at the sheepskin portrait held up in the sentry's hand and pointing at it, as if to check the specific physical characteristics of the prisoner. Lieutenant Enleko said, "It is indeed those wanted criminals, and my subordinates really don't know that such a heinous criminal has lived under their noses for so long!"

After saying that, he looked flustered, and immediately knelt down and said: "Fortean County is located in the remote mountainous area of the empire, and the people here are ignorant, coupled with the lack of information, so that the prisoner has been at large for a long time. His subordinates deserve death!"

After speaking, he glanced at the other person, and at the signal of Lieutenant Enleko, the other party also quickly knelt down and added: "General Barkin ...... Barkin has been famous for a long time, and his subordinates and others really don't know what he has done, and the upper echelons of the empire have not been notified in a specific way. ”

General Klein looked a little playful, and he muttered to himself, "There is no excuse for the crime......

He knew that what the other party said was not an exaggeration, and that Arcturos Mengsk, who was now firmly on the throne, just felt that the big trouble in his heart had not been dealt with, and that was all.

The refusal to announce the treason charges of General Barkin Tormanta is only for the sake of stabilizing the morale of the army, and that veteran general, who has been famous for a long time, is the martial arts instructor of Arcturos! If the current Aktulos Monsk is not the emperor of the empire, I naturally do not want to do such a rebellious thing.

"In any case, according to His Majesty the Emperor's will, this time Barkin, Andrew and others must be captured alive and wait for His Majesty the Emperor's fate. General Klein tapped his fingers on his horse and pondered the list of targets in his mind, adding, "Don't forget, there's Shaman Lid-Kim. ”

"Really, none of them are easy to mess with. General Klein Nicholas raised his right hand and habitually extended his fingers to his temple, regretting that the sturdy helmet had put his thoughts to waste.

Why don't you arrange your lineage, His Majesty Emperor Arcturos Monsk?

......

The roaming torches quickened the pace of advance, and the entrance to the village was already under the control of the army. With no other choice, Kabore had no choice but to change his direction again, and he quickly climbed over the fence on the side of the village, and soon he was able to figure out where he was.

"This is Grandpa Andrew's 'magic laboratory'!" and then the glow of the dense torches outside the village, he noticed that the village was quiet, but his keen sense of smell was happening, and there was an unknown sense of vigilance in it.

In several places around, several black figures were quickly infiltrating the village, Kabore subconsciously thought that he could not be discovered by the other party, so he didn't think much about it at the moment, he felt from the back of the house to the door, and gently pushed the door, only to find that the door of the "magic laboratory" was not locked.

The room was pitch black, and the usually bright kerosene lamps were now sleeping quietly in a dream, waiting for the owner to wake up.

Suddenly, an instinctive sense of crisis spread throughout Kabore's body, and the boy subconsciously ducked to the side, a burning and unpleasant stench spread around him, making him involuntarily cover his nostrils.

Consciousness began to slowly leave his body, Kabore thought to himself.

"Oops!"