1. The shadow of the harvest season

The three harvest seasons of the year are the busiest and most lively times of the year for the Coronian countryside. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIn particular, the third and last harvest season, which is followed by a 120-day fallow period and a succession of large and small festivals such as harvest festivals, pioneer festivals, hunting festivals, etc.

At this time of the year, the town of Tieshuhe would start preparing for the town-wide dinner party after the harvest, and the housewives would put other things aside and dig out their hearts to prepare a variety of delicacies, so as to win the most praise at the dinner. At this time, merchants would also drive the earth lizard to drag cartloads of goods, and at the same time pull cartloads of goods. People have smiles on their faces that bring about enjoying the fruits of their labor.

But this year everything is different.

In the upper reaches of the Tieshu River, the river that runs through the town is only about 30 meters wide, with abundant water and gentle flow, which is the main force for irrigating fields and the largest source of water for residents. The upper reaches of the river meet the forest, almost 8 kilometres from the town and nearly 3 kilometres from the nearest farmland, with flat open fields in between. Anything that comes out of the forest has to go through 3 kilometers of open land to reach the farmland area. This is the rule left by the ancestors. There must be an open space between the forest and the farmland in case a wild beast suddenly rushes out and hurts people.

The wishes are good, but the truth is cruel.

Overnight, seven people were killed, dragged away, and eaten.

During the busy farming season, some townspeople are reluctant to travel several kilometers back and forth every day to live in the town, so they build shacks in the fields for temporary living. Just last night, in the darkest and most sleepy hour of the morning, a terrible scream broke through the night and reached the town.

The townspeople were awakened. It only took fifteen minutes for the militia captain Wasson to kick and pull up a hundred and fifty sleepy-eyed men. The militiamen, dressed in a variety of armor and armed with spears, axes and crossbows, lit torches and rushed towards the place where the screams came.

When Wasson roared all the way to the scene of the incident, the militia behind him was still running a kilometer away. The brave man scanned the scene with a torch and found only large patches of blood. There was blood everywhere in the shack. The farmers who were supposed to live in it are gone.

Following the trail of blood, Wasson led the team to chase them all the way to the edge of the forest. After a brief preparation, Vasson chased into the forest with more than 20 of his most elite men. Then they were ambushed.

The cunning beast leaped out from behind the shadows of the trees and pounced on those at the end of the group. Not one, but at least five.

The vigilant Wassen was near the end of the line, and the militia, who had been mentally prepared, did not panic, not only resisted the surprise attack, but also immediately launched a counterattack. According to Wasson, his well-trained men struck two beasts with axes and three others with their crossbows. But the militiamen returned to the town with a wounded man dejected, and the unfortunate man was brutally scratched on the arm.

The forest of the night is not home to a day-moving animal like humans.

When the sun came out, the old man, who had been the mayor of Tieshuhe Town for twenty-two years, came to the shack where the tragedy occurred.

Samaranch was sixty-seven years old. His beard is gray, his face is vicissitudes, but his body is still as strong as in his prime. He participated in the pioneer team as a young man and also participated in the hunting team. But he had not heard of such a large-scale beast attack on a settlement for a long time. The last time a man-eating beast appeared in the Iron Tree River area was when his grandfather was alive, when a lone claw (the hunting claw of the expelled tribe) appeared around the town. The town organized a hunt, and the guy was caught in a wasteland by the river, and after the crossbow was fired, each man who participated in the hunt was given a piece of meat.

"This time, each beast gets a piece of human flesh. The old man's face became unusually ugly after observing the traces around him.

"These are the hunting claws of the Great Race," the old mayor said back to the man behind him, "at least twenty of them. ”

"So many!" the young man behind him was warping. "Didn't you say that hunting claws don't attack humans easily?"

"It should not be easy to attack human settlements. They are smart and do not attack humans just for fear of retaliation. The old man's tone was heavy. "Many of the pioneers who go deep into the forest love to perish under their claws. ”

Wasson, the town's militia captain, is a big man. He is 2.10 meters tall, and his chestnut hair and beard are so thick that he can't see his face clearly. He glanced at the host of the alchemy stronghold in the town with some disdain. In his opinion, this apprentice, who had just graduated from the school, knew nothing but preparing fertilizers and the simplest medicines, and his courage was still very small.

"Peles, give the explosives and the stinking cloud to the militia. The old mayor asked the young alchemist. "Did you inform the downstream of the news here?

"The first time to inform. Peles skimmed Wasson out of the corner of his eye. It seems that he is afraid of this wild man. "They said they would send a team of six to help, and it should be on its way by now. They came on the guild's boat, and they would be there quickly. ”

"Six people, what's the point!" Vasson shouted. "There are two hundred militia in the town. We can deal with these beasts ourselves, as long as the alchemy potion is supplied. ”

Peles's face was ugly, and his hair, which had been neatly combed on a regular basis, now looked unkempt because he didn't care about it. "It's just the vanguard. And it is said that two knights were among the people who came. ”

"Two Jazz. That's not a big deal. Vason muttered a few times, but involuntarily lowered his voice.

"Are you sure there are two lords?" the old man was visibly surprised.

"Sure. Peles pulled his binoculars out of his bosom and casually looked at the edge of the forest.

"Great!" the old man waved his fist. "Wasson, go and gather the militia and prepare. When the lords arrived, they set out to pack up the animals."

"Town, Mayor Mare," Peles suddenly cried out. "Something came out of the woods. His little face had turned snow-white.

"What the hell do you see?" Wasson snatched the binoculars and looked in the direction of Peles. Then the strong, seemingly inhuman man tore his throat and shouted, "Everyone go back to the town, everyone go back to the town." He rushed over to Peles and shouted at the still warring boy, "Get back into town, ring the alarm, sound the alarm." ”

"Oh my God!" the old man, who had also taken out his binoculars, let out a groaning sigh as he looked at the scene in the distance for a moment.

A huge monster was pacing out of the forest. The monster seemed to have escaped from the most primitive nightmare of mankind, with a huge head, a huge jaw wrapped around the upper jaw, and jagged sharp fangs growing from the lower jaw, growing crookedly in all directions. This trait represents only one creature in Coronia - a mad tooth.

Three months ago, a madtooth attacked a caravan and killed all the earth lizards pulling carts in the caravan, killing three people. It didn't attack the caravan for the sake of starvation, it was simply because of its destructive nature. Powerful jaws make Mad Tooth a formidable killer, while its massive crash-like size renders ordinary defenses ineffective.

Locals organized hunting parties of sixty people. Twice encountered the mad tooth and wounded it. But in the end, I let it run away. Mad Tooth is extremely strong, covered in large, hard scales that are difficult to damage with ordinary weapons. It was all thanks to the alchemists in the team who burned it by laying traps with fierce fire oil.

Right now, there are not enough alchemy potions in Iron Tree River Town, nor are there reliable alchemists. The old man couldn't figure out how to stop the monster from rushing into town and going on a killing spree.

Being woken up in the early hours of the morning when you are sleeping soundly, it is inevitable that you will have the gas to get up. But it's rare to wake up so angry that people like Sonia West are rare. Easter Wood was glad that he was the eldest lady who had disturbed her dreams only after she had been dressed. Otherwise, it would not be that the ironwood shield would be shattered, but that he would have to pour medical elixir again.

As a by-product of waking up Sonia, a group of her younger sisters, large and small, woke up one after another, and the noise of chirping immediately rang out. The youngest girl suddenly began to cry for some reason, and a group of sisters tried to get the little one to stop crying, but it was not until Mrs. West, with a big belly, came over and hugged the little one and soothed her a few times.

Look at the ten noisy girls in front of me, large and small, from two to sixteen years old. Sir East Wood, who had been in this world for fifteen years, suddenly felt a little headache in his head, especially when a pair of large hands suddenly pressed his shoulders from behind, and a melancholy voice said, "East, you must marry Sonya!", and he almost fell to the ground.

It was a man who was a handsome man in every way. Blonde hair shawl, tall and straight, handsome facial features, especially turquoise eyes, impressive, like the clearest emerald.

Lord Red, who is Chinese New Year's Eve five years old today, looks to be thirty years old. His wife, the great beauty Serra, has been married for seventeen years and has given birth to ten daughters in a row, and then she is pregnant again this year.

The knowledge of the previous life shows that this time it must still be a daughter. Esther meditated in his mind.

Easter, of course, wouldn't be stupid enough to say that. Otherwise, if you want a son, Lord Rhett will knock him to death.

"Dad, what are you talking about!"

The girl who got up and had a gas attack seemed to be angry. She raised her fist and gestured it to Easter's head. He stared at the boy who was a year younger than him with a threatening look.

East lowered his head, pretending not to see anything and not to hear.

As one of the perks of the traverser (as Esther thinks), Esther has the perk of transcendent perception. He can easily judge a person's strength or weakness. What's more, even without this ability, Sonya's evaluation in the Warrior Guild is also level thirteen and five-star. This means that not only does she have a level 13 warrior assessment, but she also has at least fifteen offensive specialties and fifteen defensive and resistance specialties. According to Easter's observations, she has gained even the supernatural expertise that almost no woman has acquired.

In East's eyes, this girl's strength has unconsciously surpassed that of Tongji, and even her father, Sir Red West, is far inferior to her in hard power.

The reason why he called her with a shield was purely for the sake of safety.

The three people in their costumes stood in the courtyard in front of the house. Sorting out each other's gear. The three wore the same style of ironwood armor, lined with frost lizard skin. The skin of this lizard has a special magical power that keeps the wearer cool in Coronia all year round. This is sometimes even more important than the ability to protect against it.

Sir Red wears a long sword on his belt and an alchemical crossbow hanging from his back. Sonia was equipped with the same equipment, but with an extra short bow.

Esther brought a long-handled battle axe. This is his personal preference brought about by listening to the romance of the Sui and Tang dynasties. In addition, he hung an armor-piercing pointed aper dagger from his belt. It was the only weapon left behind by his deceased father, a true high-level magic weapon, and the only metal weapon of the trio.

Lady Serra handed each of them a leather bag. The bag contained three large pieces of jerky and a few pieces of candy. She then hugged Sir Red, Sonia and Esther in turn. "Take good care of the kids. She told Jazz. "Take care of my brother. She continued to admonish Sonya. "Take care of yourself. She hugged Esther again, who was already taller than her.

"I'll take care of their mom. Esther winked at Lady Serra. In exchange for a soft kiss and a smile on his head, Lady Serra.

It feels good to have a mom. A smile tugged at the corner of East's mouth, and before he could speak, he was pushed away.

"Mom, I'm going to be the best hunter. The strong girl gently hugged her mother. She's already as tall as her mom.

"Protect yourself. The mother also kissed her daughter. Let the daughter show a smug smile to the boy.

Sir Red touched his forehead as well. But Mrs. Serra pretended not to see it, and called out to the group of children back into the house.

Looking at Jazz's handsome face, which was a little distorted, Esther and Sonia glanced at each other. Then he pretended not to see it, and struggled to hold back a smile.