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The situation was not optimistic, the snake dragon's stampede destroyed the four tents, although the poles used to support were originally wood obtained nearby, but the trampled and torn waterproof canvas was difficult to find suitable replacement items, plus some food, drinking water and personal belongings were damaged, the original abundant supplies suddenly became overstretched.

Although this is disrespectful to the deceased, the death of four people also somewhat reduces some of the pressure in this regard. The reality is always cruel, even if it is safer than a war-type mercenary, it is still a death class with danger, so it will have a higher reward compared to other peaceful professions. The novice mercenaries endured the feeling of nausea and tried to piece together the complete bodies of the four from the pool of rotten flesh, bones, internal organs and stumps, but in the end they could only make an approximation.

Although the people of the Southern City-States Alliance do not believe in the White Church, they still have their own set of traditions in respect for the deceased.

The only thing left of the four mercenaries that was not crushed was the mercenary badge that was small in size and made of hard gems and metal, and Gironimo took them all down, as the leader of the squad, he needs to be responsible for reporting and handing them over to the mercenary guild for cancellation of qualifications, so as to prevent people with ulterior motives from taking over their identities to do some bad things.

The hunting tools they had brought with them were placed next to them, and in the evening, they gathered some wood and put the remains of the four together to be burned and cremated. Living and dying in symbiosis with weapons, even though they are mercenaries who hunt, they are still people who live by fighting.

Burying in the wilderness was a fool's errand, as the group had seen medium-sized lizards roaming the area, and in the absence of large stones to press against the graves, the remains of the dead would only be dug up and eaten in the soil.

The fire burned for several hours, and at last all that was left was a pile of charred bones and gray-black ashes on the ground, and Gironimo and another orange mercenary crushed the large bones with their large weapons, then wrapped them in broken canvas, walked to the north slope, and threw the ashes into Lake Lorena along with the charred black weapon.

Encountering such a major event, although everyone was not in the mood to think about other things for a while, the snake dragon's handling was urgent. It has only been dead for a few hours, and it has begun to attract all kinds of flies and mice, and if it drags on a little longer, the large carnivores will start to appear one after another.

It is very important to pluck off the skin and soak it in water after the animal dies, because the uncooked skin will carry some add-ons such as carrion, fat and fur, and when the water is lost and completely dried, it will become hard and brittle, not to mention the comfort and defense of wearing.

The skin of the Aya snake dragon was very large, and it took a lot of time to peel it, and Juan Sr. had helped a lot with the opening that Henry Kramer had cut before, and it would have been much easier to cut and skin it as it had been extended. The mercenaries were professional hunters, and although they had lost several of their companions and felt sad about the undeserved pain that the snake dragon had endured, they did not bother in it and become depressed, but quickly changed their moods and worked together to do the job at hand.

The skin that was completely peeled off had a lot of wounds, presumably caused by sprinting and falling, and due to the pull in the tumbling that bent the arrow at the end, the two wounds with the iron arrow were also opened a little bigger, causing the dragon's skin to be even worse in color. If you count the loss of one ballista and a dozen or so twisted arrows, as well as the casualties of four members, the hunt is worth the loss.

The novice young mercenaries used a wooden-handled brush made of pig hair to clean the dirt and blood stains on the skin of the snake dragon, while Juan Sr. and another surviving orange mercenary used hunting knives to scrape off the meat and fat attached to the inside.

After a simple temporary treatment, cleaned and scraped off the fat to prevent it from rotting and stinking, the snake skin is packed up and waited to be further refined back to town. The rest of the huge body was left behind to become a meal for the carnivores—no one intended to eat it, and the flesh of the snake dragon was older and fishy than that of human animals, and it was obvious that no one would bother with such an idea.

Due to the size of the snake, the skin of the snake dragon was divided into several parts, and it did not take up much space on three carriages, and in the past, when the situation allowed, they would usually take out the bones and some other parts and take them on the road, but today it is considered a big injury, so they decided to abandon those things that are not as valuable as the snake dragon skin, and return to the city.

The few wolf lizards that had been following them from a distance had been waiting for so long to finally get their chance, and the mercenaries dealt with it closely and decisively before leaving quickly in the darkness of the night, and as soon as they left on their front feet, a large group of creatures large and small that had been waiting for an opportunity to wander nearby quickly pounced and began to feast.

The cries of all kinds of ghosts and wolves and the sounds of intimidation came and went, and from time to time they were accompanied by one or two shrill screams that were obviously the losers of the competition, and the nature of animals was greedy, although a snake dragon was enough to feed dozens of carnivores the size of wolf lizards, but no one was willing to share their food with others.

The loss of one life continues many others.

Many of the other creatures that feast on the body of a dead female snake will continue to reproduce after a full meal, and their offspring may one day become nutrients for other creatures, and nature has always had its own unique cycle, and only the most stupid young humans would choose to interfere and disrupt it.

Ofimio was not blamed and scolded too much by others, and after making such a big mistake and returning to the mercenary group, he would naturally have his own punishment. Preaching is usually done to make you better, but for this young man who still wants to ignore this matter by telling some witticisms, and has no intention of repenting, even the rookie mercenaries of Juan Sr. and Ofemio are too lazy to bird him.

Stupid teammates are far more terrifying than powerful enemies, and this hunt has taught novice mercenaries the worst first lesson, as long as they are not as bad as Euphemio's self-proclaimed clever idiots, then they will quickly mature and draw from the pain and shock to go higher and farther.

The world is cruel, and a highly dangerous job like a mercenary requires strict screening criteria, and the more professional the mercenary group organization, the more so. They don't keep weak people and waste, if you don't fit you, you will be kicked out of the team and become individual mercenaries, a playboy with a character like Ofimio who is good at flamboyant may be better mixed in the political and business worlds, but the mercenary world has its own set of rules, ignoring what should be followed, trying to play clever and relying on sophistry to achieve its own goals, and the result is to be ruthlessly screened out.

Offimio's future as a mercenary is a dead end, and everyone in the team, including our Mira, knows it, but he is still immersed in the mentality that he can avoid punishment by making jokes and sloppily relationships with others. This is probably because this person has grown up like other young people in the South.

Human nature is evil, and a good child like Mira who can struggle at the bottom of society but still harbor innocence and kindness is extremely rare in this world. Most young people in the south like Opimio don't change their mistakes when they make them, even if they know it's wrong, they turn their heads and do it again. This is because they have never been punished for making mistakes, and they are always able to convince each other through their flamboyant tongues, so naturally there is no need for introspection.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and the same is true for changing countries and regions. The people of the impoverished and war-torn West Coast countries are struggling to survive, hungry and cold, and the wealthy alliance of southern city-states has raised such a bunch of sons and daughters who can do their own thing, and they can talk well and not do practical things.

The world is far bigger and more complicated than I originally thought, and it is not just one factor that can bring about complete changes, if it only improves the economic level of the country and the people become richer, maybe Avenella's side will become like the southern border full of rhetoric.

Touched by this series of events, Mira thought--"Whew-Whew-" A night wind blew, and the torch in her hand was blown nearly out, the hood on her head was flipped off, and her white hair fluttered in the wind. "Whew-huh-" "Whew--" Another gust of wind blew, and the branches around the trees began to sway violently--the weather had taken a different turn, and the situation was even worse when it was a nocturnal journey.

"Watch the branches!" began the roar of Jerónimo ahead, and it was not unreasonable not to rush in the wilderness at night, and in bad weather a procession of a dozen horses and mules and three wagons had set out after dinner in the evening, and had not yet made it two kilometers by about eight or nine o'clock. There were no suitable camping spots along the way, and the wilderness at night was completely different from the daytime, and although I had explored where to camp when I came before, it was quite difficult to find that place, let alone go to it.

The fire flickered and flickered, and the tiny branches were blown by the wind and swayed wildly, and her cheeks ached, and Mira subconsciously half-closed her eyes and protected her face with her other hand, and then she heard Henry next to her turn over and dismount and say to her, "Come down." Obviously, you can't run very fast on a horse in such weather conditions, and you can have better control over the situation by dismounting and walking slowly.

"Whew-woo-woo-" The howling wind made Mira feel like she had returned to the plains of Acasta and went back to the old days, the temperature began to drop gradually around nine o'clock, and everyone had to turn over from their horses, and the old Juan of the array in front of him picked up a long branch and began to explore the road, because the torches flickered and flickered, they had to be more cautious, after all, the last thing they needed at this time was to encounter an uneven road, the whole flat carriage overturned and fell or something.

"Keep your formation tight, don't fall behind!" Gironimo shouted back, and a falling branch was blown by the wind, and his face was pulled back with a snap, and then he flew towards our millet in a daze, because of the low visibility, Mira was stunned and could not react, but before being hit in the face by the branch, the sage next to him reached out with lightning and grabbed it.

"Wear a hood and be careful not to hurt your eyes with foreign objects. Henry said this, and the scene of Gironimo, who had been slapped in the face by the branch, stomped his foot angrily and the torch shook did not escape the eyes of the others. "Listen!" Old Juan, who was leading the way at the front, seemed to have discovered something and suddenly stopped, and at this moment, his face was hot and painful, and Jerónimo, who had a lot of trouble today, roared angrily: "Listen to what, the wind of the hell!"

"No, listen carefully!" said old Juan, who did not lose his temper at his tone, calmly as everyone else behind him listened—in the whistling of the wind and the swaying of plants, there was a faint "pop" sound that was not particularly clear, as if something had fallen into the water.

"Sound of water, what's the matter, do you want to go down the river?" Opiumio, who had also come to this side, still tried to make his presence feel like he was, but no one paid any attention to him, the young mercenary had an embarrassed look on his face, and the old Juan turned to Gironimo and said, "One of the suitable places for camping was under the leeward knoll next to the creek, but I'm not sure if it was right to camp there now-"

"What is there to hesitate about! We've had enough trouble today, go in that direction, what we need most now is a place to camp away from these damn winds, and we need to find a place to replenish the lost fresh water, hurry up and lead the way!" A series of events caused the enraged Gironimo to lose any respect for the number two in the group, and he snarled at Old Juan, while the medium-sized hunting expert took a breath, and he didn't bother with him too much at this time.

But this was the case on his side, but the sage who also came over behind him frowned and objected: "I don't think it's a good idea. He said in fluent Lamani: "It is evident that there is another rainstorm coming, most likely a thunderstorm, and it is very risky to camp by the river in such weather, and we will not even have time to flee in case of a flash flood." ”

Because of the loud rumors, Henry had to raise his voice and say this, but how could Gironimo, who refused to listen to the opinion of Juan, a respected mercenary group leader, take the opinion of an outsider seriously.

"Listen, Northern. The sturdy squad leader turned his head and pointed his finger at Henry's chest, deliberately adopting a common contemptuous term for northerners in the south, and said, "You may know your land of cold dead people who don't lay eggs, but this is the south, our territory. ”

"And you don't know anything about the South!" he said, not knowing who he was venting his dissatisfaction to, but this sentence ushered in the applause of the people next to him: "Well said!" Offimio clapped his hands and shouted, the slap he had received from Mira in front of everyone before could be said to have made him lose face, hating the house and Wudi, and Henry, who was with Mira, naturally became the object of hostility of this young mercenary, and at this moment, seeing Henry being ridiculed by Jerónimo like this, he applauded happily as if he had also taken a breath.

It's just that even Jerónimo just glanced at him coldly, and still no one would bother with him.

"Ugh—" Henry sighed, and then met Juan's eyes in the flickering firelight.

"Let's take turns keeping vigil tonight. He said this to the old hunting expert, who nodded, and in front of him Jerónimo roared loudly again in the furious wind:

"Onward!" (To be continued.) )