Mercenaries and Adventurers

It is said to be a road, but it is actually a gap that is sunken inward along the edge of the wooden wall, and fingers and feet can be used.

Keel tried the gaps recessed in the outer walls of these mills, and found that because the wood used to make the outer walls was very good, the gaps had not rotted and broken in the years since the mill was established.

Stretching out his hand to hold it, Keel felt that the gap was solid and firm, so he immediately began to climb up with hands and feet.

The whole is only a few meters, and climbed from the wooden shaft of the windmill to a slightly smaller platform on the top of the mill.

Below is a mill more than ten meters high, and in front of you is what Keel expected.

Bones all over the place.

After a preliminary glance, Kiel saw that at least ten people had died here. Or, it was the corpse that was dragged by the werewolf Worf after death.

Most of the bones have become corpses with only skeletons left, and only a few corpses can still see the remains of their bodies. Most of those corpses had been corrupted, and it was only because of the cold winter that they did not continue to decay.

If left alone, it is estimated that after next spring, these corpses will also become corpses with only bones left.

The rotting fluid from the corpses found on the roof of the house just now seems to have leaked from these corpses.

The smell here is not bad, and there is very little snow on the top, only a thin layer of ice crust is embedded on the various bones on the roof. Keir speculated that this should have something to do with the windmill behind him now.

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He observed for a while, then turned over carefully.

A middle-aged man's voice came from below: "Warrior Kiel? Did you find anything?"

"There are some, you don't want to know."

"ah?"

Kiel ignored the villagers below, and out of caution, he pulled out his long sword and held it in his hand.

He had previously fought with resurrected corpses in a corpse pit where bandits disposed of corpses, and those corrupt skeletons full of erosive power almost cost him his long sword.

Now that he saw so many long-dead corpses again, he had to be careful that they would suddenly get up and bite him.

But fortunately, Kiel knocked on the heads of each corpse with the tip of the long sword that was emitting white light. These corpses that had been dead for a long time did not move.

Keel carefully observed the corpses, and suddenly squatted down to observe them closely.

Then under close observation, I saw that there were many traces of being bitten on the roughly scattered bones and white bones on the ground, and there were traces of being bitten by similar teeth on the hard bones. The skull was broken, and the contents of the skull appeared to have been taken.

"Uh, that guy." Just thinking about the possible scenes made Keel feel a little nauseous.

Closing his eyes and calming down, Keel continued to investigate.

After counting, he ignored the scattered human bones, only counted the skulls left here, and found that a total of twelve corpses were swallowed by the werewolf Worf here.

From the different degrees of corruption of the corpses, it can be seen that that guy should have killed these people intermittently over the years.

After the murder, he brought the corpse here. He reckoned that he should have devoured the corpse against the moon in this remote and open place with the full moon.

Shivering, Keel completely divided that werewolf Worf into the non-human side in his heart.

From the previous fight against the wolf king, that guy obviously had clear thinking ability when he became a werewolf. In other words, that guy actively hid in the village, secretly hunted and killed humans, and devoured the dead.

Or, not all dead?

Smacking his mouth, Keel stood up. He didn't find anything like clothing or belongings in the corpse. Obviously, as a cautious lurker, that fellow Werewolf Worf didn't leave any clues here. .

The belongings of those innocent dead were either discarded by the other party anywhere in the surrounding large tracts of land, or they were hidden in a safe place by the other party.

If you want to confirm the identities of these dead, you can only start with the people who disappeared around Wumi Lake Village in these years.

But now the bones and the things behind him in front of him can only be resolved after the werewolf Worf is dealt with. Now is not the time.

Rushing to tell the people in the village this news would only produce two results. Either he and Worf fought in the village as before, or the other party ran away secretly and left Kendall County completely.

After all, after revealing his identity, if he stayed in the county, he would only be found and hunted down by Lanisa Knight sooner or later.

But once the other party escapes, it will be far away if he wants to be arrested.

In an environment where communications had to be transmitted by manpower, and bandits scattered everywhere in unmanaged areas, it was basically impossible to arrest a werewolf with good strength.

Kiel stood up and looked towards Wumi Lake, sorting out his thoughts for a while.

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After thinking for a while, Keel saw an inconspicuous farm tool in the center of the top platform of the mill compared with the surrounding corpses.

It is really a farm tool, a short scythe for reaping wheat.

The short sickle was fixed on the protruding wooden stake in the center of the platform with metal nails. Keel looked curiously and found that it looked like an ordinary short sickle to the naked eye.

There was no flash of divine light, nor did it give him a special feeling.

First, I touched it with the tip of the long sword, and found that there were slight bright spots flickering where it touched.

After a closer look, it was discovered that it was the slight traces of the collision between the divine power of the sun **** and the divine power that should be the **** of agriculture wrapped around the sword.

But that's all, there's nothing special about it.

However, this also reflects that this short sickle does have the divine power of the **** of agriculture in it, but it doesn't seem to be obvious.

Kiel looked up at the sky. It is estimated that it is winter now, and there is no occasional lightning in spring and summer, so the blessing farm tools specially for lightning protection do not show their power at this time.

He reckoned so.

This thing is the property of the village, and it's not easy for Keir to take it away, so he doesn't care about this lightning protection blessing farm tool anymore.

But before leaving, Keir touched the thing curiously.

As a result, with this touch, from the place where the fingers of the glove touched the handle of the short sickle, the divine power of the **** of agriculture in Kiel's body lost a large section towards the blessing tool.

"Good guy." Keir quickly wanted to withdraw his hand, but his fingers seemed to be sucked.

But fortunately, this unusual event was very short-lived. After losing a large portion of the Saturn's divine power in his body, it seemed that he had absorbed the divine power, and there was no longer any divine power flowing between the two.

At this time, Kiel could withdraw his fingers from the surface of the blessing tool.

He took two steps back carefully, observed the blessing farm tool in front of him, and found that it hadn't changed in any way except for a thin layer of green light of the God of Saturn's divine power flowing on the surface.

"It seems to be used as a rechargeable battery?" Keel thought for a while, and felt that the rash move just now should have been replaced by a priest of the Saturnalia Church to replenish a wave of Saturn's divine power for this lightning protection and blessing tool.

He looked down at the tips of his gloved fingers and saw nothing had changed. The fingertips are not broken, and there is no extra feeling in the fingers.

"I'm such a cheap hand." After slapping his right hand, Kiel decided to leave here.

Although he lost a wave of Saturn's divine power in vain just now, the wooden bracelet on his wrist that was donated by the Saturnalia Church still slowly replenished a little bit of Saturn's divine power in his body.

Although the Saturn senior priest who gave him the bracelet didn't say much, Keel still guessed that this thing should be specially given by the church to the warriors who fought for the Saturn and the Saturn Church, to slowly replenish the divine power of the church blessing props on them. a tool.

Similar to Longsword Hunting, as long as it barely shines in the sun during the day, it can replenish the divine power of the sun god.

However, he guessed that the props of the Saturn Church should not be as offensive as the blessing props of the Sun God Church.

After all, the God of Saturn, fields, farmers, food, these are not very offensive words. On the other hand, the Church of the Sun God can easily experience uniqueness, supremacy, scorching heat, and radiance from the sun above their heads, which are either exclusive or harmful.

Although the light does not seem to be aggressive, the long sword in his hand indicates that it is still easy to use as a fighting aid.

The scorching heat is directly related to the injury. As for the sun that hangs high in the sky, the highest and only one hides the hidden meanings of attack, fight, and contention.

Kiel felt that the Church of the Sun God should be very effective in fighting, but he didn't know why he heard from the tavern that the Church of the Sun God seemed to be quiet after he arrived here.

I don't understand.

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Carefully climbing up and down the old wall depression again, Keel avoided the spinning windmill wooden shaft next to the entrance and exit, and turned into the top floor of the mill with one hand.

The middle-aged man was sitting in the corner of the house. When he saw Keir come back, he got up and asked about the situation above.

But Keir turned his face: "It's bad, but you better not know."

"It's bad? How bad is it?" The middle-aged man panicked.

Keir pointed at his nose and said sternly: "It's much worse than you imagined. Don't ask so much, and don't look up, you know what that monster will do up there, think about it, once you let It found that you discovered the little secret about it, will you die?"

"I, I, I will, I will die. I will definitely die."

The middle-aged man was horrified by Keir's remarks.

Putting on the cloak hanging at the side, Keel led the panicked middle-aged man downstairs: "So let's get out of here now, lock the mill, and don't come here again until the matter is over!"

"Okay, okay, I will copy it. By the way, should I go back to the village first? I promise not to talk about it." He pointed to the top: "Don't tell the above things, I still have relatives and friends in the village , I can hide in their house as soon as possible. Waiting for you to solve that monster!"

Keir thought about it for a while, and felt that although he couldn't find a good time, he should be able to solve the werewolf Worf, the inhuman monster lurking in Wumi Lake Village, in the near future.

So he said: "That's it. I'll help you deal with that monster in the gap between cleaning up the capsized fish in the village. As for the reward for killing the monster, it's none of your business."

"Thank you, thank you Warrior Kiel." The middle-aged man smiled stiffly on his face. It was obvious that the other party hadn't smiled for a long time, so the smile looked strange and stiff.

"Remember, keep your mouth shut. I don't want to spread the news about the monster that will appear on the top of the mill today."

"Yes, yes. I can't talk nonsense if I don't drink."

The middle-aged man nodded continuously and promised not to drink alcohol in the near future.

Keel nodded, walked out of the mill, whistled, and called back the horses looking for hay.

Leading the horse to the mill where the middle-aged man lived before, Keel picked up the backpack on the ground and mounted the horse again.

Pointing at the middle-aged man on horseback, he confessed: "Now you pack up, go back to the village secretly, find your relatives and friends to live for a while, I will find time to clean up that monster these days. By the way, you Where was the last time you said you saw a large herd of wild boars?"

The middle-aged man immediately pointed to the place near the sparse forest to the south of the mill.

"Okay, goodbye then. Drive."

Keel beat the horse to let the horses trot, first ran down the gentle **** facing the lake where the mill was located, and then headed south.

The middle-aged man stood there watching Keir ride away on horseback, then rubbed his hands and returned to the mill where he lived.

While packing up the things he needed to bring with him when he left here, he said to himself: "He is really an enthusiastic young man. Hey, if Tammy is not dead, he should be the same age as him."

As he talked to himself, he became sad again, thinking of his family members who had died, and with tears in his eyes, he prepared all the things he needed with him, some worn-out changes of laundry, and all the food, all packed into a strong bag , both front and back are filled. There are also some remaining coins, which are also carefully put into the small pocket inside the clothes.

Finally, he saw the half bottle of wine placed on the ground of the mill. After thinking about it, he decided that the Kiel warrior didn't want it. It was a gift for him, so he had better take it with him.

After all, this thing is much better than the cheap ale he usually drinks.

I didn't taste it well when I spoke just now, but after returning to the village, I can drink it slowly.

Then, he put the whole wine into the bag and took it with him.

Completely extinguish the remaining fire in the stone basin, and eat all the leftovers in the iron pan.

He unloaded the mechanism on the stone mill and stopped turning it, then closed the mill door tightly, locked the wooden door with a copper lock, and walked quickly towards the village.

Wait for a few more days, and the memory of howling terror that has plagued him for several years will completely become a memory. The young warrior has extraordinary skills and has a unique weapon, and he will definitely be able to defeat the monster.

As he walked, he remembered the top of the mill that the warriors of Kiel had prevented him from exploring. Thinking of this, he turned and looked down the gentle **** to the top of the mill not far away.

He knew what the Kiel warrior didn't say. He was not someone who had never seen the world. The mill should be full of humans.

Bones?

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Keel looked south for signs of wild boar herds near the edge of the sparse woods.

In the east of Wumi Lake Village is a reclaimed field, and then to the east is the wilderness.

It is said to be a wilderness, but it is not the same as the wilderness around Doral Forest Village. Due to its proximity to the Great Forest and Wumi Lake, the precipitation here must be much more than that in the south throughout the year.

Therefore, in addition to the rugged low hills and hills, the wilderness here is more sparsely scattered forests.

It is not called a forest, because there are often wild grasslands and hills separating the woods, so it can only be called a forest.

It snowed when I came to Wumi Lake Village a few days ago, so when Kiel looked around, he could only see the white wilderness with ups and downs.

That is, there is no vast momentum, nor the quiet chill in the big forest.

It is a place that is completely barren and inhabited but full of vitality.

The sky was overcast, so Keel didn't have to walk with his eyes squinted, but rode with his eyes wide open to see his surroundings.

There was a sound of snow arching forward under the snow not far away. With a loud roar, he carefully drove the horse towards it.

As if frightened by Kiel, the moving thing under the snow jumped half of its body out of the snow, looking for the sound and the direction of the danger, to see what was approaching.

Long ears, furry head, pure black eyeballs, and of course, three lips that keep chewing.

It is a gray and white jackrabbit.

Keir was disappointed.

When the little guy saw a tall animal like a horse running towards it, he immediately jumped up in fright, and fled in a panic towards the bushes covered by snow not far away.

Keel slowed down the horse, and he didn't have the slightest desire to chase.

Jackrabbits are just jackrabbits, they are everywhere in the wild. Moreover, that small body can only fill the stomach of an adult male, so it is impossible to arouse the interest of the capsized fish.

So he gave up chasing and continued to wander freely in this large area of ​​wilderness.

Here he soon found traces of wild boars once walked. Those greedy guys moved forward and lifted up large pieces of snow on the ground in order to find all kinds of food that might be buried under the snow.

It's just that the traces that Kiel found were very messy, and it was impossible to tell where the wild boars came from and where they continued to move in the long traces.

This is also different from the northern land wolves, although the footprints of the northern land wolves are also very messy, especially when traveling in large groups.

But at least the footprints of the northern land wolf can easily tell the direction of the footprints.

It’s impossible for wild boars~www.readwn.com~ Wild boars will go all the way and overturn everything on the ground, just to find grass roots under the permafrost or hidden bug larvae, or some rhizome plants that are rich in nutrients and contain Rhizomes abundantly starchy.

No way, Keir had to dismount and use the dung tracking knowledge he learned from the old hunters.

Through the freshness, dryness, and temperature changes of the feces within a certain distance, it is possible to know which feces are recent and which are some time ago.

Wrapping muslin over his face under the visor, Keel poked open the dung left by the wild boar with a branch.

These muddy and large pools of wild boar feces will become "treasures" that small insects or small animals in the wilderness will scramble to collect in the warm spring.

Even the plants would love the stuff.

Because the undigested feces are rich in fertilizers that are beneficial to plants. And for those gnats, it's like the king of trash going into a landfill—and it pays off, yes.

The small animals are somewhat different. Some small animals that really can't find food can barely eat the feces that have been frozen for a whole winter even if they are extremely hungry, barely surviving. And some smart little animals, they will sit back and wait.

Ah no, it's guarding the excrement and waiting for the insects. Specially keep the feces, and only hunt all kinds of small insects that follow the smell to fill their stomachs.

It belongs to a lot of wisdom.

Keir didn't think too much about it. After observing a small amount of wild boar droppings within a certain distance, he threw the branch in his hand angrily.

Shouted into the quiet wilderness: "Damn it! I went the wrong way!"

Indignantly, he mounted the horse and ran towards the other side of the trace.