"By the way, Zhan Jing, there is something else you should come and see."

The hunters took out another box.

The intruder's belongings are all here, including bone and fur decorations, strange iron art, and various porcelain bottles and cloth bags.

【Homegrown Medicine】

[Quality: Ordinary]

[Raw materials can be found everywhere, but we can’t even hope for curative effects.]

Ken distributed it and asked the troops to take it with them.

At the same time, it will be a reference for veteran hunters, and combined with Santon Kaya’s native methods, see if we can make something more useful.

Plan again.

A smile appeared on his lips and he took out a few ball-shaped pendants.

[Item: Fire Shell]

This is a great item for making outdoor fires.

Ken was thinking about this thing when he was trudging through the freezing rain.

He held it in his hand and shook it, and felt a collision inside.

The broken molten rock is still there.

This kind of stone is taken from various volcanic craters and can last all year round. It is considered a rare item.

Ken hung it on his waist and handed the rest to Kuima.

"Huh? What are these..."

He took out a few animal bones from the debris. Judging from the texture, there were no traces of wear and tear from the secret arts. They should have been taken from powerful beasts rather than monsters.

The patties are soft and mellow, so you won’t leave your hands often.

[Item: Bone Whistle]

This thing is actually a whistle?

Ken looked at it from another angle and found several round holes with hidden workmanship.

"It shouldn't be poisonous..."

He muttered, thinking about the note without reminding him, so he simply poured water over it twice and put it to his lips.

Beep——

The sound was not particularly bright, but it could be heard far away, and a swarm of night crows suddenly appeared in the nearby woods.

Ken put it down and was about to try another one, but found that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

Gululu, bang.

The pottery pots in the village women's hands rolled down, and the dishes fell to the ground and smashed into pieces.

Everyone is staring at themselves.

There was fear in their eyes. The warrior clenched his ax tightly and swallowed subconsciously.

"Who can give me an explanation?"

Ken held up the thing and shook it.

Orions came around and he licked his lips to form words.

"We have heard this sound, the attack horn of the Qi Bing Apostles and the Marauders."

Another older warrior came over.

"Could this be a bonding object? When I was still very young, Santon Kaya's inauguration banner was still alive. He once tamed a frost bear and took its teeth and hung them around his neck."

After discussion among several people, they felt that this statement was the most reasonable.

After listening to what they said, Ken thought for a moment and decided to use the most brutal method to seek verification.

He picked up the bone whistle one by one, found the air hole and blew up.

The bonfire was still burning, and the crowd all shut up and looked around nervously. The timid people had already shrunk their necks, for fear that a group of lunatics would suddenly pop up somewhere.

Beep——

call out--

…

The timbre is different, it seems this thing is quite personal.

Ken had just blown the last whistle, but soon he took it off and placed it with all the other bone whistles.

[Mission: Proud Beastiality]

[Progress: No time limit]

[In the direction where the Qi Bing Apostles came, their legacy still exists, but only if they are successfully conquered can it be called a trophy. 】

The crowd waited quietly until Zhan Jing turned around and asked them loudly: "Who knows the direction of the Qi Bing Apostle's invasion?"

After a while, the youngest martial artist raised his hand and walked out of the crowd.

Ken recognized the other person. He was the young soldier standing on the sentry post. Unexpectedly, he also survived.

"Leaving the village road and heading south, before reaching the main road, I remember that there were crows migrating to their nests in the woods. I didn't think much about it and didn't hear the whistle, so I arrived at the entrance of the village."

He recalled that night with unbearable expression.

Ken patted him on the shoulder, ordered the team to prepare for the first night patrol, and assigned stay-at-home personnel.

After settling in, we set off immediately.

Ken turned around and went to the campfire to get his sword.

Joan stood behind her original seat and handed over the rewarmed soup.

He took it and swallowed it quickly, then paused. He lowered his head and saw her picking up the sword and putting it into her holster. He felt a little uncomfortable, but he still swallowed the mouthful of soup in his mouth.

Ken took away the dry food bundled with green leaves.

Before I even thought about thanking Qiong, I looked up and saw that she had already walked away and was busy with other things.

The team gathered at the entrance of the village.

There were not many people, but they were all eager to try it out - it was the first time that Zhan Jing personally led the team out.

The torch lights the way forward.

Soon after everyone walked out, they saw footprints. The invaders never thought of covering up their whereabouts. It seemed that this dilapidated village was a meal dedicated to death.

The hunters exchanged glances with Zhan Jing.

They found that the surroundings were strangely quiet, with no sounds of undead and wild beasts.

【In the wasteland, there are only dangerous things and the surroundings are empty.】

Everyone walked into a grassland, where there were dense footprints, almost no snow, and the dry, yellow and moist soil was turned out.

Judging from the remaining waste, it should be a temporary resting place for the Qi Bing Apostles.

Ken raised his hand and gave instructions very slowly.

Kuima walked quickly to his side, the warriors and hunters cheered up, everyone fell silent, and some sounds were amplified.

In other words, it has never been covered up.

Ken's eyes shimmered, and the moment his gray vision expanded, his breathing slowed down for half a beat.

He raised his elbow and hit the wrist of the man next to him, and the torch was immediately raised high. In the farthest position of the light, a pair of eyes opened extremely tiredly.

It's lying there.

As tall as a moss-backed deer, its claws can easily crush a skull, and its body is covered with long dark gray hair.

[Feilang (ownerless)]

[Recognition: 0%]

It draped its two front legs and crawled on the grass, feeling confident and fearless. It was obvious that its rest had been disturbed, and its pupils were filled with contempt.

The sound in the air just now was its breath blowing the snow foam.

The team began to close up, their weapons pointed outwards, and low roars came from all directions.

The wolves slowly walked out of the shadows, surrounding everyone with pairs of scarlet eyes. Although they were not big, there were more than ten of them.

[Hostile: Fei Lang]

[Grade: D]

[The subordinates who obey the Wolf King are stronger than the wild subspecies.]

These wolves have steel collars around their necks with spikes hidden inside. Judging from the wear and tear on their armpits, the Painted Ice Apostles must have ridden them in battles.
To be continued...