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Chapter 100 0099: Chasing after life and death
That night, Meng couldn't sleep all night.

He stalks through the night of slowly falling snow, looking for any opportunity for merit or threat that is looming over the village.

Thornton Kaya is now on a semi-alert state, and light and dark sentries can be seen everywhere on the road out of the village.

The "tide of undead" that Ken mentioned has begun to take shape. Recent hunting reports frequently include information such as "opened frozen soil" and "smelling blood", and there are even records of the movement routes of skeletons.

"Why can't I meet..."

Meng muttered.

The wolf's hair is shiny and its footsteps are light. After defeating Shouluo, it has become even stronger.

It also longs for a hearty fight.

They walked from the main road of Sandon Kaya to the mountain pass of Qiuming Ancient Road. On the way, they encountered hunters in the north, adventurers who received bounties in early spring, and light infantrymen in southern Xinjiang who were alone...

Unfortunately, there is not a single suitable target.

They came to the end of the side road resentfully, and just when they were about to give up and prepare to return, the wolf suddenly bristled its hair vigilantly, and looked fiercely at the periphery of the bush.

Lying in the shadows, I used the tip of my knife to push back the blades of grass in front of me.

The morning light is slightly bright, and the scenery is covered with a dark blue and white filter.

He heard the sound of objects colliding from outside his field of vision, obviously the movement of crates bumping as they galloped...

"Someone is being chased."

The sound of the hooves was steady and powerful, and there should be an adult monster in front of the car.

"Oh, short growl beast."

The outline of the truck appeared in front of him: full of sundries and shabby materials.

Meng judged that the other party was a peddler peddling goods, and he was not well-known. He was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a rude provocation.

"Shuka Pocha!"

Meng squinted his eyes, only to find a fluffy shadow at the front of the saddle.

It is a branch of the orc family, short and furry, wearing a leather coat that has been obviously modified, and the whole body stands on the neck of the short growl beast.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of non-stop cursing, and it was extremely fierce, not at all like the party that was fleeing in pursuit.

"You dare to mess with the footman in the wilderness, Brother Hankey will make you pay the price sooner or later, son of a bitch, idiot, slow as a maggot..."

Cursing, he pouted his lower back.

Meng heard the sound of compressed gas gushing out.

He was completely amused, and continued to wait and see with great interest, but he had no intention of helping at all. In his spare time, he even stroked the hair on the wolf's neck.

It is normal for chambers of commerce to be hostile. If it is a vendetta or a reward, it is difficult for outsiders to intervene.

Meng put down two leaves to avoid detection.

Originally, he just wanted to see the appearance of the pursuer, but when the two pursuers approached, the blood in his body froze.

A strong man is riding on the two adult salamanders.

Their eyes were as cold as the night, flashing a dangerous cold light. The armor was made of animal skin and steel, which looked messy and dirty, and the original color could hardly be seen.

One of them has an exaggerated totem tattooed on his face, and the other is covered in a thick beard.

Meng was still hiding in the dark, and the identity of the other party had already emerged in his mind.

He felt his coagulated blood start to boil, but as a top hunter, his breathing rhythm was messed up at this moment...

Meng clenched his teeth, and said in a low voice full of hatred:

"Paint Ice Apostle."

This group of aliens who worshiped death in the wasteland, the culprit who slaughtered the Dongge tribe, was almost exactly the same as the enemy deep in his memory.

The little orc gripped the reins tightly.

He maintained the level and volume of cursing, and rushed into the entrance of the mountain path.

Apostle Qi Bing couldn't restrain his anger anymore, Totem Face took the lead in picking up the sharp spear beside the saddle, and threw it forward with his arms.

whoosh-

Taking advantage of the loud noise, Meng hid the movement of stepping over the boulder. At the same time, he used the slope of the mountain to block his vision. On the higher mountain road, he kept galloping in a direction parallel to the cargo box.

He looked down:

A sharp steel spear pierced the tailgate and lodged itself in the middle of a barrel of grain.

Suddenly, a silent "stone" in the cargo box moved - he stretched out his tall body, raised the wooden barrel and threw it at the chasing enemy.

"Idiot, you should pull out your weapon before throwing it away!"

The little man turned around and roared angrily.

"Look, what did I say, this bastard is going to stick something in your ass again!"

His mouth never seemed to accumulate virtue, even though it was an emergency, he still scolded his companions together.

The wooden barrel missed two steps and was knocked to pieces by the rock.

The bearded Hu pulled the reins to avoid the sundries.

The totem leaned down, passed through the rice splashing like a rain curtain, and raised his hand to retrieve the pointed spear from the debris. He sped up with his legs clamped, and seemed to move a little on the weapon, and when he was close enough, he threw it again. !

boom!
The steel pierced through the brittle plank, stuck tight this time, and worse - it had a rope hanging from the back.

"No one can escape death!"

The beard growled. In his opinion, the ending was doomed, and it was only a matter of time before their heads were taken away.

Meng leaned down the hillside and took a look.

He switched the sword to his right hand, grabbed the wolf's neck hair and jumped into the air, the huge shadow startled the four people on the mountain road.

Apostle Qi Bing's pupils dilated, Wenman Totem's face was twisted into a ball, and he frantically looked for a weapon.

The black image covered his body like a dark cloud, the light of the knife flashed, pouring out anger like a surging thunder, the sound of chaotic collisions, dripping blood...

Lu Xun's spine was bent by the sudden fall.

Its front hooves were twisted off in the chaos, and with a mournful cry, its whole body thumped and hit the ground.

whoosh-

The saddle was torn, and the rope stretched and cut the dust.

The wolf was fine, he adjusted his center of gravity dexterously, and continued to run on the mountain road.

Meng got up from the shadow, and Beng Fei's copper buckle made a cut on his forehead, but he just wiped off the blood indifferently, and threw it on the deformed corpse at his feet.

Zoom out.

The rope pulled up the entire cargo box, and the front hooves of the short growl were lifted off the ground.

The orcs, the giants, and the piled goods all smashed on the Qi Bing apostle!

The bearded man screamed in surprise and blocked it with his arms, let go of the reins, and the mount under his crotch slid and sped away.

Lu Xun wanted to escape.

The wolf dodged the sundries, kicked itself on the cliff, overtook it in a few steps, kicked out a trail of smoke and dust, and opened its saliva-splattering mouth!

Beasts and monsters bit together.

Meng didn't care about the ruins, and quickly came to support, raised his hand twice, and chopped the adult Lu Xun to the ground.

The end of the winterge tribe flashed through his mind:

Lu Xun gnawed on the bones of the dead, stepped on the puddles of blood, and there were werewolves howling one after another. Countless lacquered apostles were carrying out inhuman killings.

"what--"

Meng stretched out his hand and pressed Lu Xun to the side of the road. The gravel in his peripheral vision was falling down the cliff, but his heart was already filled with hatred.

The wolf realized the threat and tried to stop it with a bark, but it was too late.

Apostle Qi Bing rushed out of the dust.

The bearded man roared, hugging Meng from behind, without slowing down, and using his weight to lead him off the slope, wanting to die together!
"Oops!"

Meng felt annoyed, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from the embrace.

The moment he realized that he was about to die, he raised his movable foot and kicked the wolf back from the road. Because of the distance of this kick, he was completely dead...

(End of this chapter)