PS1: Rolling for collection recommended Sanjiang ticket. Well, it's exactly 150 now, although it's late. Everyone continues to give strength, today's three watches, this is the first watch.

ps2: Thank you for the book friend Lu Luo's reward.

Pulling out the bronze knife from the belt at his waist, Riga pulled the cloak from a corpse and rubbed it with a hairy liner until the thick green patina, which was evident like damp moss, was rubbed off, revealing a smooth but uneven cyan surface. The short knives used by the Quaids were not short, and their blades and handles were about ten inches long. The blade is made of bronze poured into a clay mold, cooled and polished, and the handle is made of tight, elastic white pine wood, which is tied together by a special method of boiling animal tendons.

Drying the blade damp from the snow water, the Quaid stabbed the blade behind his back and stabbed the bark with his thumb against the blade. Finally, it rotates steadily and slowly, leaving a subtle but distinctive mark on the trunk. For example, the scratches left by the bear's claws when they slap the trunk of a tree have a special technique that only the Quide can clearly distinguish and use in carving.

"Well, they'll be able to see the markings now. Rubbing the fresh sap off the sharp blade, Riga looked around. Other warriors have also carved special paw prints into the trees to make it look like a nest of snow bears. As soon as they walked down the hillside, Gal and they could notice the marks carved into the trunks of the outermost trees in the forest, and clearly identify Riga's whereabouts.

"Let's go. Inserting the knife back into the belt behind his waist, Riga picked up the steel battle axe, hung it on his back with great ease, and patted it as if it were fixed. "It's time for those Terrans to pay. ”

He was met with the wild roar of the Quaid like the most ferocious beasts, and the warriors tightened their cloaks and hurried west. The heavy feet wrapped in the snow badger's skin shook the ground, and in the snow surging like boiling water, the Quaid warrior left a deep footprint on the ground, but in an instant it was covered with snow blown by the cold wind, and gradually regained its leveling.

During this delay, the scorching sun Estel shifted a little more westward, but it served as a signpost for the Quaids, providing the warriors with an accurate direction to advance.

The two teams of Quaid warriors in front and behind advanced desperately, closing the distance between them and the Terran mercenaries. But the Terrans had not yet felt the curse of the goddess of fate, and they moved forward on the snow with great relaxation, one by one wrapped their cloaks vigorously, and walked towards the camp hidden in the distance.

"Let's go, let's go. The mercenary, with the sword in his hand, couldn't help but scold, but then he immediately turned around and coughed violently with his back to the cold wind. The snowflakes that flew right in front of him drifted right into the mercenary's throat, and the chill that pierced his throat made him almost vomit.

When the medium-sized mercenary came to his senses, he immediately wiped the slime from his lips and beat the staggering Jant. "Damn bastard. He cursed in a low voice, placing his boot-clad left foot in the crook of the young samurai's leg.

The sudden attack sent Jent tumbling, his face falling directly on the snow, barely breathless. The young samurai's hands were tied behind his back, so he could only twist his body like a half-evolved frog, pushing his movable legs hard, trying to turn over by shifting his body balance.

The snow on the ground was rubbed aside by his coat, and then, with a strong waist at the waist, the young samurai finally tilted to reveal his side face stained with snow and ice slag. Greedily breathing in the extremely cold air, Jant resisted the tingling sensation coming from his lungs, trying to make his hollow ribcage rise quickly.

However, a heavy blow interrupted the samurai's rhythmic breathing. The mercenary didn't seem to have finished venting his anger, and he stepped on Jant's shoulder in annoyance, just touching the wound that had not been healed, causing the steel arrow to slide violently against the bone again.

A hoarse beastly roar erupted from his dry throat, and the young warrior's mouth opened wide, his cheeks turned blue, and a faint sound like a leak of air came from his chest. Jant didn't breathe again until three breaths later. And before that, the mercenaries' heavy leather boots had already been kicked off.

A tall Terran warrior, even more than eight feet tall, walked over and easily pushed away the warrior who was still about to vent. He pinched his beard with the gloves that were strapped over his back, and after making sure there were no lumps of ice slag on it, he punched the mercenary in the chest as he retreated. Despite the resistance of a thick layer of leather armor and burlap coat, the mercenary still screamed in pain, and his body couldn't stop taking two steps back.

"Remember, you stupid pig. The tall warrior spread his fingers apart and quickly clenched them together, making a crisp bone grinding sound. "Master Mage, let us go back alive instead of a pile of hard corpses like stones. ”

"Yes, Captain. Despite the pain in his chest, the Terran warrior stood up straight, like a soldier ready to attack.

The entire Terran mercenary team came to a halt in the confusion, and then two mercenaries approached and easily lifted Jant up and dragged him like a half-dead wild dog in front of the tall warrior.

Another punch slammed into the young warrior's abdomen, and the tall warrior pinned Jant's head down, and when he uttered an ugly, hoarse voice, he said in a low, eerie tone, "Remember, you bastard. It's better to cooperate, otherwise I'll have a hard time making it to your destination alive. ”

Bloodshot saliva spat out of his mouth, and the young samurai nodded vigorously, his blue eyes losing their flying look. Then he was thrown into the snow, his body convulsing weakly. "You, and you. The mercenary captain pointed to the other two lightly wounded captives, and said arrogantly and fiercely after they had been pushed over. "Tie them up, we're going to speed things up. ”

Two strong, vicious mercenaries approached and untied their ropes with a sinister grin. Under the fierce gaze of hungry wolves, the two mercenaries trembled like weak lambs, and could not have the idea of resisting at all. They were obediently tied up again, the wounded Jant sandwiched in the middle, flanked by the emaciated-looking companions of the young samurai.

"Let's go, my most esteemed guest. The captain kicked the samurai on the left side of the leg, then laughed as he saw them rush forward, trying to maintain the fragile balance between the three.

"My boys. Looking at the mercenaries laughing around him, the captain proudly put his hands in his belt and propped up his belly, which was aching from the chain mail. "Cheer up, we'll be back in a minute. Swear to the god of the harvest, I won't come to this damn place again!"