"Poof!"

The rampaging body of the rampaging boar was kicked by the young man as if it jumped on the spot, and then it was smashed to the ground by a punch, and the two heavy blows caused a large amount of black and red liquid to squirt out of its mouth, and the huge body of the mountain twitched for a while, and it seemed that it could no longer stand up, but the two eyes of the rampaging boar still emitted a blood-red light, and at the same time let out an angry roar.

Leon approached with an expressionless face, stabbed his sword into the boar's neck, and then slashed hard, cutting off a huge pig's head.

He put away the Immortal Pioneer, rubbed his somewhat sour left hand, and looked back at the countless corpses on the road behind him, feeling a little pressure on the number of mutated creatures.

Whether this was the fourteenth wave or the fifteenth wave of enemies, Leon couldn't remember clearly, he only remembered that the closer he got to the "Sage's Peak" in Bonda's mouth, the more mutated creatures he encountered.

Red came out of the woods on the side, his greatsword covered in blood, but he was in good spirits, and gave Leon a thumbs up as soon as he appeared.

"Leon, your own skill is simply too useful!" Red said with a grin.

He was referring, of course, to the glorious banner effect that could be enjoyed by Leon's side.

There had been more than a dozen fights by now, but Red found that his body was still maintaining a fairly good level, and some minor injuries were slowly improving, which was almost unimaginable in a small team without clerics.

Ignoring the pressure in his heart for the time being, Li Ang took out a bottle of micro-effect potion from the dimensional pouch behind him and threw it over, "Drink this." ”

"What a waste, isn't it?" Red smacked his lips.

The young man smiled and patted the bag behind him, "Don't worry, it's a lot!"

Indeed, there are countless supplies in the dimensional bag, high-quality battlefield first-aid bandages, all kinds of recovery potions, and a complete range of various weapons and equipment, which is simply a small warehouse of combat readiness materials. It is estimated that if you follow such a leader and logistics officer, you will be a reassuring and down-to-earth person with no worries.

Of course, this "good habit" of Li Ang was developed from his previous life, and when he was full of passion in the major dungeons, there was nothing else in his backpack, it was full of potions, potions, food, and equipment suitable for various talents and occasions, and all the spaces were stuffed to the brim. And the table in front of him was full of drinks, snacks, cigarettes, and beer......

And now Leon still has this habit, and every time he sets out, he must have at least a bag of similar items, and every time he makes these preparations, he will think of the beginning, which is really a ridiculous and passionate time, and at the same time an indelible memory.

"Huh......" Leon exhaled, this experience can never be returned, and those members who were familiar with the past can no longer be seen, but ...... Aren't Red, Caterina, Melissa, and others their current companions?

"Leon, what's wrong with you?" Caterina who came out of the forest on the other side saw Leon's expression and thought that his body had been consumed too much in the battle just now.

"I'm fine, I just remembered some things from the past," Li Ang smiled slightly, seeing the knight girl's concerned expression, that trace of pressure disappeared for some reason.

Caterina nodded, of course she didn't know what Leon was thinking, but since he said it was okay, she thought it was okay.

The girl's unwarranted trust made the young man feel very intimate, and at the same time, it also made him feel the responsibility on his shoulders, so Leon turned back to the mountain man and asked, "Bangda, when will the other communities reach the Sage's Peak?"

Bonda looked down and thought for a moment, and said, "If we hadn't been attacked, we would have been there at least a day ago." ”

"How long do you think we have left?" Leon continued to ask, he knew the truth of Wangshan running a dead horse, the Sage's Peak seemed to be very close, but the actual time to reach it was still up to an experienced mountaineer like Bangda to judge.

This time, Bonda quickly said confidently: "Even if the mutated creatures appear the same number as just now, they will arrive in three to four hours at our speed. ”

"That's almost half a day," Leon is not as "optimistic" as Bonda, and it is estimated that the closer he gets to the Sage's Peak, the more mutated creatures will appear, not to mention that there has been no trace of the night wolf pack so far.

But fortunately, even if there is still half a day to arrive before dark, although the day and night have little impact on these people, but whether it has an effect on the beast is not known, after all, the night wolf pack has the word "night", if it will receive some bonuses in the night environment, it will be a bit more than worth the loss

Leon put the potion into everyone's hands, motioned for them to drink it, and then rested for five minutes and set off again, taking an almost straight route towards the Sage's Peak.

"Will things be as strict as I imagined? Will we arrive early, and will the mountain people listen to my advice?"

Leon's heart was filled with uncertainty.

At this point, if someone could walk from the young lord's position into the air, and then look through the depths of the entire wolf's kiss forest, maybe they would tell him this answer.

In front of them, in those dense forests, countless glowworm-like faint green lights were rapidly "flying" in the direction of the Sage's Peak, and on the exposed surface of the Sage's Peak, there were also countless mountaineers using vines to wrap around the nearby tree trunks to weave their last protective net.

The vines were soaked by the water source near the foot of the mountain, and they were tangled like cobwebs, but no one knew if they would have the effect it should have in the face of the powerful rotten wolves in the night wolf pack, or even the demonized rotten wolves. And the ground near the protective net was covered with countless human corpses, as well as almost the same number of night wolf corpses, almost layered on top of each other, and the blood that flowed out had soaked the ground, and began to take on a purple-black color in the sunlight.

It seems that there has been a fierce battle between the mountain people and the night wolf pack, and some of the mountain people are in charge of cleaning up the corpses of their people, and there is no sadness on their faces, and they even seem to be calm, only the eyes flash with anger from time to time.

The mountaineers moved quickly, but no one spoke, and even the winding vines and carrying the corpses were kept to a minimum, because they were at the Sage's Peak, and they were afraid of disturbing Lord Colf.

Extending hundreds of meters from their position to the foot of the mountain, you will see a life-size statue, this is a middle-aged man, with curly hair, a very ordinary face, and wearing only simple linen clothes, but for some reason it makes people feel a peaceful and indifferent temperament, and under the background of this temperament, although the whole statue is carved quite simple and rough, but it looks lifelike and spotless.

An old voice rang out.

"Master Colf...... The former homeland of the mountain people is now in crisis...... Do you see that the mountains are wailing, the forests are weeping, and your people are bleeding and losing their young lives...... Lord of the Mountain People...... Please protect your people...... Let them feel your glory in this battle of survival, just like the ancestors who followed you back then, full of courage and strength, fearless!"

Three half-kneeling figures stood up in front of the statue, and a woman with long wavy brown hair on the left said slowly, "Moros, Menshak, do you think this really works?"

"Yelena, what do you say?" asked an old man in the middle, squinting his eyes.

"After all, Lord Colf has been dead for more than a hundred years, and every two years, all the communities gather at the Sage's Peak in the hope of receiving guidance from the Lord of the Mountain People, but ......" Yelena licked her dry lips, looked at the busy clansmen in the distance, and finally said, "But Lord Colf has never guided us, his soul should be ......"

"Yelena," the middle-aged man on the right took a step, his brown eyes staring directly at the female head of the cunning fox tribe, "Lord Colf's dying words have been engraved in the memories of each generation of our mountain people, have you forgotten?"

"He wants us to go our own way, so our real purpose is not to let Master Colf show us the way, but just to inherit the spirit of Lord Colf who has faced difficulties head-on, overcome obstacles and forged ahead along the way!"