Mo He took Shaanna back to the ruins of the battlefield. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There are still quite a few scavengers rummaging through it. After Mo He instructed Sha Anna not to leave him too far, he began to look for the person Ren asked to find.

Gradually, the sun was setting, and Mo He finally found a corpse with an eight-petal flower pattern tattooed on his arm. Except for the soldier's underwear, everything else of value has been stripped clean.

Shaanna rummaged around like a beagle. It really allowed him to find something to sell for money. A broken and broken tip. A leather arm guard, and a military water bladder. That military water bladder was amazing, it was actually intact, and it just replaced the one that had been used all the time and couldn't be broken again.

Along the way, Shaanna and Mo He kept humming songs from various mercenary bars, and happily returned to Wren's resting place.

By this time, it was already dark, but fortunately the fire that had been made before had not been extinguished, otherwise the night would have been spent without light. This was thanks to Wren who picked up some dry branches and leaves nearby to maintain the fire when Mo He and Shaanna left.

Now Wren is much more energetic than before, and he can move around. When he heard Mo He and Sha Anna humming back together, he stood up to welcome them back.

Mo He saw Ren staring at him anxiously, and he didn't need to open his mouth to know what to ask, Mo He said helplessly: "Found it, the person is dead." ”

Wren was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and found that he was too rude, so he hurriedly said to Mo He: "Thank you!"

Waving at Wren, Mo He began to set up the pot and start preparing dinner with Sha Anna.

It's still that white sticky paste. Mo He filled a bowl with a small porcelain bowl and handed it to Shaanna, then another bowl to Wren, and finally a bowl for himself. There was still a little bit left in the pot, and Mo He gave them all to Sha Anna.

This time Wren didn't refuse, he knew in his heart that this was Mo He and Shaanna's usual food, and if he didn't eat it, he wouldn't have anything else to eat now, in order to maintain his strength, he had to force himself to eat some.

When he finished eating, he found that it was not as unpalatable as he imagined. It's just that he was not used to the taste at the first bite, but the more he swallowed it, the more he felt that the paste was delicious. Maybe it's because I've been hungry for a day.

After eating dinner and tidying up, Shaanna and Mo He began to take out the linen mat and put a few torn blankets on it. They also gave Wren a blanket, but there was no extra mat, and Wren had to sleep on the stretcher that dragged him back during the day.

It was time to go to bed, and everyone lay around the fire. Wren cushioned his armor as a pillow and quietly watched Mo He tell Sha Anna a bedtime story:

There was a farmer who was anxious when he saw that his neighbor's crops were higher than his own.

He wondered how he could make his crops grow better than his neighbors'.

He thought about it, and suddenly he had an idea. He decided to help the crops grow taller one by one.

After a day, he finally raised his family's crops.

When he saw that his crops were higher than those of his neighbors, he went home and went to bed with joy.

As a result, when I woke up the next morning, I saw that all my crops were dead.

"Uncle Mohe! I want to hear something new. Shaanna didn't seem to be sleepy yet, and her two little eyes lit up as she looked at Mo He and asked him to tell a new story.

"Wren, tell me a bedtime story. Shaanna has heard all my stories countless times. Mo He reluctantly asked Ren for help.

"Hahaha! I'm not good at storytelling. But I'll try to mention one. Wren didn't expect Mo He to ask for help from him, and he couldn't help laughing for a while.

He reminisced for a moment, and then began to speak:

There was a king, and he was brutal. Every time he attacked a city, he asked the city to offer a girl, and then let the girl put on a show for him.

At dawn the next day, he would kill the girl.

Once, he struck another city, which gave him a girl.

The girl did not perform other programs, did not dance, did not sing, did not play the harp, she told stories to the king. The story was told very beautifully, and the king listened to it with relish. Before I knew it, it was dawn the next day. When the story was over, the girl waited quietly for the king to kill her.

But the king was so drawn to her story that he decided to listen to the girl tell another story and then kill her.

So the girl told the king another story, which was also very interesting and moving, and the king was fascinated by it, and soon it was the dawn of the second day.

The king still wanted to continue listening to the story, but if he didn't kill the girl, he let her continue to tell him the next story.

Every time I finished telling a story, it was just dawn. And each time, the king was eager to hear the next story.

And just like that, day after day passed. After the thousandth and first day, the king had fallen in love with the girl, and he decided to marry her as his wife.

From then on, the king never again had to be attacked to offer girls, because every night the queen would tell him a new story.

The story is over.

There was no cheering, no applause, and the little girl Shaanna was already asleep.

"Thank you! Good night!" Mo He said a rare thank you to Wren.

Wren smiled and replied softly, "Good night!"

Then they all wrapped themselves in blankets and fell asleep by the campfire.

In the morning, Wren woke up to the sound of the wind waving sticks. When he opened his eyes and looked around, he was relieved when he realized that the sound was coming from the long wooden stick that Mo He was practicing not far away.

I saw when Mo waved the stick as soft as a whip, sometimes bloomed strangely like a flower, and sometimes turned into a big windmill that swirled around his body. Every movement was extremely fast, the action had long since ended, and the sound of the wind blowing from the stick was delayed, so you can imagine how terrible it would be to be attacked by this stick.

This smooth movement attracted Wren's gaze tightly, and he had forgotten to think, and it was not until Mo He finished practicing, withdrew the stick, and stood still, that he regained his ability to think.

It's wonderful. Over the years in the army, he has seen a lot of powerful warriors, but he has never seen such wonderful martial arts, even his father, Lord Steven, one of the best warriors in the principality, could not wield his weapons so freely and freely.

I wonder if such a wonderful martial art can still be displayed so in such a chic manner on the battlefield? This is a question that Wren left in his mind. The blood of the warrior boiled in his body, and he really wanted to practice with Mo He. It's a pity that he is still injured now, and he thinks that he will definitely not be able to fight with Mo He in his current state, so he can only suppress the desire to fight.

"Can I come with you?" Wren asked as Mo He and Shaanna were packing.

Mo He didn't understand. He looked at Wren and didn't answer.

"That's right, I want to go home and see. However, the Rongen Empire is quite far from my home, and I want to work with you to take on some mercenary missions to earn some travel expenses. Wren told Mo He what he thought.

"Oh! I don't object. Shaana, what is your opinion?" Mo asked Shaana, who was rolling up the cover.

"Shaanna thinks Uncle Wren is a good person, and I like him a lot. Shaanna has no objection. The little girl squinted her eyes and smiled at Mo He to express her opinion.

"Okay! You can join us. Mo He stretched out his hand to Wren.

After a pause, Wren reacted, and happily stretched out his hand to shake Mo He's friendliness, which was officially joined.

"There are three of us now, and it's a mercenary group, so let's come up with a name together. Mo He said to Wren and Shaanna.

"Yes, yes, we're a mercenary group!" Shaanna jumped for joy.

"You are the head of the regiment, I listen to you. Wren said seriously.

"I think of a name: Little Daisy Mercenary Regiment. What do you think?" Mo He thought for a while and said the name of the group he thought of.

"Uh-huh! I like the name, I like little daisies!"

Wren nodded to Mo He, indicating that he also recognized the name.

"Okay! From today onwards, we will call it the Little Daisy Mercenary Group!" Mo He announced loudly.

"By the way, Commander, I'll use this for you, I saw you practicing sticks today, you should be quite good at using long weapons like spears. And I'm not good at long weapons. Wren handed the silver iron spear to Mo He.

"Thank you, what weapon were you good at using before? Why does the regiment commander sound so awkward, you might as well call me by my name." Mo He was not humble and took the silver iron spear from Wren's hand.

"I'm a swordsman. He has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child and is good at using swords. Wren replied earnestly.

"This one will be used for you first, and then we'll see how to get a sword for you. Mo He handed the wooden stick he had used for a long time to Wren, and Wren took it. Then Mo He continued: "Wren, where is your hometown?"

"The city of Raider's Shield in the Duchy of Stennis. Wren replied.

"Okay, then we'll do our mission all the way to the city of Thunder Shield in the Duchy of Stennis. But now we have to find the nearby town and take the mission at the mercenary bar there!" Mo He raised his silver iron spear and announced in a loud voice.

"Uh-huh! Okay! Uncle Mohe!" Sha Anna excitedly ran to the front to lead the way.

Wren looked blankly at the two people who walked out of a distance in front of him, said thank you softly, and then quickly followed with a wooden stick.