Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 32—Value Night

Claude believes that he will never forget this night. When the volcanic gun in the hands of Verricko made a thunderous sound, at that moment, the whole forest was quiet, and except for the sound of the wind and the sound of the water, only the heads were heard. The mountain deer flew to the sound of the woods. And what could be seen in Crowder’s eyes was the body of the mountain deer that was shot in the stream.

Four people held the torch to the mountain deer that was shot in the middle. Verricko regained the gunpowder and guns for the fire rope, handed it to Claude, and asked the three of them to be vigilant, and he wanted to put it here in the stream. The body of the head mountain deer is peeled and peeled.

"We can't re-dissect this mountain deer back to the camp, so the camp will be full of blood and taste, and it will attract the beasts in the forest. That is not a good result for us. The biggest possibility is that we are holding weapons. Keep your eyes open for one night, and no one will have the spirit to climb the mountain tomorrow..."

Verikro slashed and peeled the skin of the mountain deer with a short knife in his hand: "... For a hunter, the prey that has just been killed is best to peel immediately, because the muscles are still elastic and elastic. It can quickly separate the skin and the meat. If it has been hard for a long time, then it will be difficult to peel the skin. If you accidentally cut the fur, you will not get a complete skin. Of course, these are me. Father taught me..."

In the distant moonlight, on the creek, a little silver scales leaped, four torches were inserted in the ground, and the fire shone brightly. Claude and Bocker, Eriksson held Weapons, look at the quiet woods, and look at the virgins that are dissecting the mountain deer, and then listen to his groaning, blood and water continually squatting down the stream...

It took only half an hour, and Verikoro broke down the mountain deer into four large pieces, the head, the four hooves, the tail and the internal organs. All of them were soaked in the stream for a while. When I got up, I washed the four large pieces of mountain venison and connected them with two rattans. Vericro was satisfied with this: "Let's go, we should go back."

This mountain deer is not big. After the decomposition, the four pieces of meat are estimated to be twenty pounds. After returning to the camp, Claude cleaned the iron vortex and threw the piece of meat from the left front leg into a small pot and then hang it on the campfire to cook slowly. The other three pieces of meat were prepared to be divided into strips. Then use the fire smoke to make bacon, so you can take it home if you can't finish it. How to say it is also the first prey of four people, or the mountain deer, bring back to let the family taste the taste and can also blow the cow by the way...

And Verizro cut a few branches, set up a shelf, and then spread the mountain deer skin on the shelf, and carefully cleaned the skin with a small knife and peeled off the meat and blood. Then apply it to the top with charcoal...

Bok Al and Eriksson had no sleep, and the two men surrounded the mountain buckskin with a voice: "Viro, you have a good shot, just passing through the head, not destroying the fur. I bet This mountain buckskin can sell a silver tale in the town..."

"More than that," Bocker shook his head. "This is a mountain buckskin. All hunters know that the mountain deer are the most sensitive animals. They are simply elves in the mountains. And their courage is small. They move immediately and want to hunt. It’s very difficult to go to the mountain deer. I didn’t expect that our luck was so good, I could hit such a mountain deer, the fur is so complete, not to mention the leather goods stores in the town, that is, those tailors will rush to ask for it, no one. Yintale five riasso we will not sell..."

"Vero, will we ambush the creek tomorrow night, maybe we can hit another mountain deer." Eriksson’s eyes flashed with golden light, which would be in his mind, between the trees. It’s not a mountain deer, but a piece of silver tale.

"Don't go, there won't be a mountain deer drinking water in the past tomorrow." Verricko shook his head and didn't slow down his movements: "You all know that the mountain deer are very timid animals, but their memory is also Very good. We killed the mountain deer in the creek, so for a long time in the future, these mountain deer will not go to the creek to drink water. Because they will remember, where they lost a partner. ""

After drinking the broth and licking the venison, Bocker and Eriksson went to sleep first, because it was the first camping night, and Verricko decided to stay with the Claude for two nights. What is it? There was also a kind of care, and after three or four hours, Bok Al and Eriksson got up and changed jobs.

The shelf of the mountain buckskin has been placed by the bonfire that Verricko has moved to, ready to be grilled with fire to make the fur dry. He took a few knives and cut a few pieces of mountain venison on the fire, and the oil dripped on the fire to make a "squeaky" sound.

Seeing Claude hang the chopped venison strips on the fire, and Verricko pointed out a few pieces of venison that had been smashed by salt. Q: "Do these pieces have to be hung up?"

"No, I am going to use these venison schnitzels tomorrow morning. We didn't bring a pan and a piece of butter? Just fried it for breakfast. I think it wouldn't be bad for the venison to go through the night." Claude replied.

"It won't be bad." Verricko said with certainty: "It's not hot at night, it's cool, and then you're coated with salt, not so fast."

Claude hung up the bacon and walked back to sit down: "Vero, will we really go to the ruins of the magic tower tomorrow morning? Are you camping there at night?"

"What, are you scared?"

"No, I really want to see if the ruins of the magic tower you said are really big. Look at the walls. I am really curious. How did the ancient magicians use the huge limestone to build the magic? The tower..."

"In fact, I was amazed when I saw it. It was all broken walls. It didn't look good." Verricko stuffed the venison into his mouth. It was probably not good to roast. He bit it a few times and spit it. On the ground.

"Then, is there a basement in the ruins of that magic tower?" Claude asked. "I mean the magic tower has fallen. It doesn't have it. Is there a basement below it? Like the basement below our house." ?"

"Should be there..." Verricko thought for a moment and said, "I remember that there are three holes going down and a stone ladder, but I haven’t been there. Listen to my father saying that there is a layer below, but it’s a long time. There is a thick layer of silt under the area, which has a depth of one or two feet."

Three holes down? I don't know if there are three stone steps connected to the space below, or three spaces separated by the lower layer, each space has a stone ladder...

Verricko said that he had not been there, and he did not know what it was like. Crowder thought in his heart, not too big to find out behind the three stone stairs tomorrow, to see if there is anything left by the mage who wrote the diary called Landers.

"What's wrong, what are you thinking?" Verricko asked Claude without hesitating to stare at the fire, and asked curiously.

"Nothing..." Crowder looked at the raging bonfire and said softly: "I was just wondering why the magician at that time was building such a magic tower on this Egret. Right, Vero, almost everything I see. The books in the book all say that the magician is evil, but why is it evil but not saying, do you know the reason?"

"I don't know," Verrickoe replied apologetically: "You know that I don't like reading books, and I don't have much interest in history. My father taught me that if you have a good life, you will do it. How much do you do, anyway? What's the big thing, naturally, those big guys have to worry about it, shut us down..."

"Oh..." Claude also laughed: "Your father is right. If you have done your best in this life, don't worry about the big things that are messy. We are just a small fart. When we grow up, we can find a way." It’s enough to earn a national identity for yourself..."

The woods in the distance have finally recovered, and various sounds have come and gone. Far from the screams of "嗷.....", Verricko made a sly gesture and listened.

Soon, Velikoro didn't take it for granted: "Nothing, don't be nervous. It should have been the roar of the Bobcats. They may have discovered the chop of the mountain deer we discarded on the creek. It happened in order to grab the food." Fighting, screaming is their battle horn, which means threatening the enemy and declaring the ownership of the site. They are afraid of human beings and are not dangerous to us."

In addition to this episode, there was no other accident in the evening. When the venison was smoked, the time was almost four o'clock, so the two of Bok Al and Eriksson were called and the rope was fired. The guns were in their hands, and Claude and Verizro went into the tent to sleep.

It was only the first time I went out to camp, and I hunted a mountain deer, and I was able to go to the magic tower site tomorrow, so Claude was a little excited and couldn’t sleep. After a long time, listening to the slight snoring of Verricko and the whispers of Bocker and Eriksson outside the night, Crowder finally slept in the past.

When I woke up, it was already bright, and the sun shone in the tent. Through the gap between the curtains, Claude found that his three partners were busy disassembling another tent.

"What time is it?" Crowder stepped out of the tent and stretched out.

"It’s almost nine o'clock." Bocker picked up the crystal hourglass and looked at the time scale to answer. This is what he deliberately brought from home to remember the time. He needs to turn upside down for six hours to let the colored sand in the hourglass start again. Remember the time.

"Why don't you wake me up early, it's so late..." Claude complained.

"Vero said that you were tired of bacon for a long time last night, so let us not call you, let you sleep for a while. Well, when you get up, you will have breakfast soon, we are all hungry." Airy Kesen said with a smile.

It seems that they are hungry, and Claude found that the half-pot broth that was hung in the iron pot above the campfire last night was cleaned by them, and even the bones were lighted. Quickly washed his face, slammed a few mouths, came to the semi-extinguished bonfire, put a few pieces of firewood, plucked the fire, set fire to the pan, began to fry the venison.

After eating breakfast, the four people packed up the camping things. The boat was placed in the cabin. The backpack was taken away. In the evening, it was only camped at the magic tower site for one night. No need to bring a lot of things. . According to Vertico's plan, he arrived at the site at noon, so that there was another afternoon during the day to go hunting in the mountains to see if there was any luck and then hunt some prey. In the evening, camp on the magic tower site to exercise everyone's guts...

Walking along this abandoned rocky mountain road for a long time, Claude found that Verricko was right. This mountain road can be repaired by the magician alone. At the beginning, those rock blocks were broken by the destruction of the plants. When a large piece of rocky mountain road appeared in front of the road, Crowder saw that the rocky mountain road was not stepped, but instead was surrounded by a mountainside. On the winding mountain road, you can imagine that when the rocky mountain road is in good condition, you can take the carriage from the foot of the mountain to the magic tower on the top of the mountain...

Bok Al and Eriksson also marveled at this rocky mountain road, which led to a long discussion about the various horror legends of Egret Island. The two men almost rumored about the story of Bailuzhou. They have been repeated, and some of them are not heard by Claude. Eriksson knows the most, and this should be related to the story that he often mixes with the sailor crew on the dock. Many of the rumors about Egret are actually the gibberish of the drunken sailor crew.

Verizro dismissed these legends. Since his father had taken him to the Egret Island for hunting in the winter of the past two years and camped at the ruins of the Magic Tower, he never believed in the stories and legends of the rumors...

After walking for about two hours, Verricko pointed to the front and said, "We are here, that is the site..."