The night passed like this, Qianye packed his luggage and was ready to start the hunting trip.
Cui Yuanhai walked out of his hut, threw a huge force gun to Qianye with difficulty, and said: "The environment here is special, and ordinary force guns can't exert their power. So I made one these days, and it can barely It counts as Level 7, you can use it first. Although it is not very comfortable to use, it is better than nothing."
What the old man gave Qianye was a product full of violent aesthetics. The muzzle was thick enough to fit a fist in, and the barrel was as thick as a finger. The gun body is made of forged steel, engraved with the original force array. It's just that the pattern on the array is extremely thick, so the force array all over the gun body is only equivalent to the basic type of five-level force gun.
The mechanical structure of the gun body is primitive and simple, all the loading and unloading are done manually, and there is no auxiliary function at all. Every part is thick and strong, even if it is used as a hammer, there is no need to worry about damage.
The overall design of this force gun is quite primitive, Qianye estimated that it was designed at least three or four hundred years ago. But only such a brutal design can be used freely in neutral ground. If there is no special protection for the precise force array, it will not be able to withstand the erosion of the force of the void, and it will be scrapped in a short time. For high-end items like the Ode of Shadows, even if they can resist erosion due to expensive materials, their power will be compromised.
Perhaps in a neutral place, there are only ten famous guns that can fully exert their power.
The old man struggled to bring out another wooden box, and said, "This is the original force bomb, which is specially used for this gun."
Qianye opened the wooden box and saw that there were rows of original force bombs inside. Faced with these force bombs that were comparable in size to grenades, Qianye felt dumbfounded. Maybe if Zhao Yuying was around, she would like this gun very much.
The disadvantages of this gun are also obvious. In addition to the inconvenient operation and difficulty in carrying, the range is also quite limited, only a little over 100 meters. Cui Yuanhai's additional force arrays are all for enhancing power, without considering the issue of range and accuracy at all. However, there is no need for any accuracy for a hundred meters or so. With Qianye's shooting skills, it doesn't matter where to hit.
The result of the extreme pursuit of power is that the lethality of this gun has surpassed that of Zhao Yuying's back then. And the closer the distance, the greater the power.
"Give it a name." Qianye said.
Cui Yuanhai shook his head again and again, "Don't! If it wasn't for this hellish place, how could I have made this kind of thing. If it spreads, my reputation will be ruined for the rest of my life."
Qianye was not reluctant. At this time, Yetong drove the airship back from the small town, and Qianye helped the old man load the luggage on the airship, and then put on the necessary equipment, as well as wood and gold. Screws and other specialties. After everything was ready, Cui Yuanhai took off in the airship and gradually went away.
"Will he be okay there?" Ye Tong was a little worried.
"I hope not. After all, there is the Xue family's influence in Lingang City. The old man will greet the Xue family first this time. If those two guys are smart enough, they should know how to take care of the old man for us."
"The wolf king can probably find out that Gary's death is related to the Xue family, and the two of them are just juniors, so they have limited influence on the family's decision-making. If the wolf king really has his eyes on the Xue family, they might take it Those two boys were thrown out to save their lives."
Qianye immediately looked at Yetong with admiration: "Amazing!"
Yetong gave Qianye a blank look, and said, "That's right, the general history of the empire is not for nothing."
Looking at Yetong's appearance, Qianye always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. It wasn't until Yetong covered his mouth with a chuckle and said, "Why, do you think it's not so easy to deceive?" Qianye suddenly realized.
Ever since Yetong was snatched from the military headquarters, Yetong spent most of the time slowly recovering from the wounds on his body and soul. Qianye was also used to her weakness, used to taking everything on her, and even secretly worried about her when facing Xue Ding.
During this period of time, Qianye had already forgotten that Yetong was once the princess of the Monroe clan, and her talent might surpass the original species of the son Edward. The saint son and princess of the blood clan is not just based on the status and the nobility of blood. They must prove themselves in promotion and actual combat before they can obtain the corresponding status.
Even if some protection is needed in the initial growth stage, it will not be in captivity. The ancient clan will arrange suitable enemies for training. Yetong joined the Luo clan at the beginning of the year, and was soon sent to the battlefield. Although it was considered a protective experience, Yetong proved himself with an excellent advancement speed.
And at the level of the Son Edward, there is no protection, and he needs to stand alone on the battlefield until he can guard one side.
None of the famous geniuses in the dark race is simple, and Nighteye is no exception.
After figuring this out, Qianye had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He would rather Yetong be a weak little girl who needed protection forever. Unfortunately, this can only be a good wish.
Qianye suddenly remembered a sentence Song Zining once said, "You must never find a woman who is too smart, even if you can't deceive her."
It seems that Qi Shao is speaking from experience.
After everything was ready, Qianye and Yetong walked through the black forest and went straight to the town. The werewolf viscount and the wolf stationed in the town were all beheaded by Qianye. Counting the time, the Wolf King Guards should have sensed something was wrong and discovered that the town had changed.
Complicated terrain like a small town is the most advantageous battlefield for Qianye and Yetong.
At this moment, in the square of the town, an old werewolf who was too old to straighten his waist was standing in front of the stake with the werewolf Viscount in his hand. There are three feathers on his gray sideburns, and the wooden stick in his hand looks like an ordinary branch, but there are some colorful cloth strips wrapped around it.
Anyone who is familiar with the history of Yongye will see that the werewolf old man is the costume of the ancient werewolf tribe thousands of years ago. Only those with certain status and prestige in the tribe can decorate their hair with feathers. The more feathers, the higher the status. Three feathers, indicating that the werewolf old man was at least an elder in the tribe.
At this moment, the werewolf viscount had just died, and he was only at the last moment before he could see the werewolf old man for the last time.
The werewolf old man waved his wooden stick, and streaks of colorful light flew from it, and merged into the corpse of the werewolf viscount. Those colorful lights were quite miraculous, and once again brought life to the viscount's body. The Viscount moved, barely raised his head, and opened his eyes. But his eyes were full of confusion, and his throat was buzzing, unable to speak. Obviously, although the vitality of his body has recovered, his consciousness has died.
The werewolf old man retracted his wooden staff. His brow was covered with sweat, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper. Seeing the corpse of the Viscount Werewolf gradually sinking into silence, he slapped his cane resentfully, and cursed, "Useless thing!"
Werewolves have tenacious vitality, even if their vitals are shattered, they can last for quite a long time. Qianye put the werewolf viscount on the wooden stake, in order to let it pass the message to the wolf king's guard in addition to punishment and torture.
It's just that he couldn't bear the pain and torture, lost his will to live, and died within a short time. In the eyes of a werewolf who advocates bravery, being unable to bear pain is a typical cowardly behavior.
At this time, a werewolf warrior came over, handed a piece of wood to the elder, and said, "We found this on the roof. It was inserted where the original battle flag used to be. Maybe it's a... sign?"
The werewolf elder took a look at the wooden board, and there was an extremely simple X drawn on it, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"
"It should be a battle flag, a totem, or a sign. You see, we also found these."
The werewolf warriors brought over some broken wood boards, and they roughly put them back together, and it can be seen that all kinds of strange symbols and symbols are engraved on them. The shape of these broken boards was exactly the same as the boards inserted on the roof, so they guessed that this might be a different kind of battle flag.
The werewolf elder looked carefully for a long time before saying, "It's really ugly! Since you found these, you didn't search for this person's whereabouts?"
The werewolf warriors whispered: "He hardly left any smell, and the bloody smell here is too heavy, which also interferes with our perception. In addition, it is too close to the Black Forest."
"Useless stuff!" The werewolf elder cursed again. But he also knows that the neutral land is different from the mainland, and has a great influence on the werewolf's sense of smell. Especially the black forest is like a werewolf's nightmare.
The black forest can absorb all smells, even the werewolves with the keenest sense of smell can only smell one smell in the forest, and that is the smell of the forest. And if the Black Forest is under attack, it will emit a very pungent smell. This gas has no effect on Qianye, but to werewolves with an extremely keen sense of smell, it is simply the smell of demons. Werewolves with weaker strength smell it for a while, and even their noses will be irritated red and swollen, and it will not fade for several days. Miserable.
So even though the werewolf elder was angry, he couldn't think of any good solution. He could only order the werewolf warriors to continue searching, even if the whole town was turned upside down, they still had to find clues.
Holding a machete, a werewolf warrior kicked open the door in front of him, walked into the residence, and looked around. As soon as he entered the door, the stench that hit his face made him shiver, and he couldn't help covering his nose. With this distraction, his back suddenly felt cold, and a blood-sucking blade had pierced his heart.
The werewolf warrior fell down without a sound, his blood was plundered by the blood-sucking blade, and he couldn't even scream. Behind him, Qianye appeared like a ghost, left the house, and closed the door again.
Dozens of werewolf fighters have dispersed to search the town comprehensively. The werewolf elder was walking up and down in the central square. He was inexplicably restless, as if something bad was about to happen. But he was so old that his once sharp instincts were beginning to dull.
At this moment, in a corner where he didn't pay attention, a gun muzzle hidden in the shadows was following his movements, moving slowly.