[Hunter] The Meteor Legend after Lydia's Life Record

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Hahaha, please wait a long time, I'm back!Next, do your best to keep updating daily.And don't worry, I really won't cheat.

In addition, after writing this episode, the pace will be accelerated.love you~

calendar for february [-]

[From today, we will go deep into the second district.Right now the team is splitting, some people want to stay where they are, and we want to move on.I convinced them.This is annoying, but in order to deal with the problems that may be encountered ahead, I also have to ensure that a certain number of people travel with us.Hope it's a little more fun ahead. 】

Kuroro finished writing today's letter, stuffed the calendar that had been torn off a thick layer back into his pocket, and got up and walked out of this temporary foothold.

It was early autumn, and Meteor Street was a windy season.Thin plastic waste was blown flying all over the sky, and a piece of wrapping paper was blown by the wind and fell to his feet, falling into a shallow pool of blood on the ground.

Kuroro stepped on the piece of plastic paper indifferently, and the soles of his shoes were stained with blood, leaving bloody footprints.Not far ahead, there were bloodstains like this again, here and there, there were more than a dozen corpses scattered around after some kind of tragic massacre.

He made his way to the only group of people standing.

"It's all cleaned up." Fei Tan said in a low voice when he saw him coming.

Kuroro nodded, paused, and asked, "March, Pike?"

"It's just a minor injury." The petite Madge said.

"Don't worry." Pike said softly, clutching the wound on his arm.

Kuroro nodded again and continued walking forward.There was a clear distinction between them and the four of them. There were more than a dozen people standing opposite, most of them were adults in ragged clothes, and many of them had scars on their bodies.

They are the only survivors of the original force of thirty or so people.Seeing Kuroro approaching at this time, most of them showed strange expressions.The head of the person who was the most injured was supported by someone at this time, and the eyes that looked at him were particularly resentful, wishing to eat his flesh raw.

"So, everyone agrees to move forward?" Kuroro stood still in front of the crowd, glanced at him, and said in a flat tone.

This was a betrayal he provoked. Among the people in front of him, they supported him from the beginning to continue to go deep into the second district, and some changed their minds temporarily because they were afraid of death during the battle.As for those who are dull and do not know how to adapt, they all die behind.

More than a dozen people were basically disappointed, and they all avoided his eyes when they came into contact with him, with different expressions, but they all nodded in unison during his question.

Kuroro nodded, "Then let's go."

He was forced to succumb to the end of the battle. The leader who took him in at first looked at Kuroro who had a calm face, and then looked at the wreckage behind him. simply……"

With a soft "click", Kuroro made a lightning strike, crushing his larynx, and casually threw the limp corpse on the ground.

Under the stare of the people around him who took several steps back in horror, he asked calmly, "Are there any questions?"

The team moved slowly, supporting each other and walking deep into the second district.

As the sun rises, the undulating mountains of rubbish in the distance are dark and shadowy, like a huge gaping mouth.

calendar for march [-]

[We have walked from the periphery of the second district to the middle.Many people died trying to gain a foothold here, and we temporarily joined a local team.It is a tribe, the leader is a shaman, who has a special ability that is not read, which is a bit similar to your speech spirit.I'm working on it. 】

"When is it, you still have the mood to write a letter." Fei Tan moved his hands that had just been freed, and there were still bruises on his wrists that had been tightly strangled by the thick rope.

"Can't you?" Kuroro wrote today's letter, stuffed it into the pocket of his coat as usual, and threw the scorched carbon strip back into the brazier, casually said.He patted the black residue off his hands, stood up in the dim tent, walked to the edge and opened a slit to look out.

Outside, a pile of bonfires as tall as one person was burning. A group of people sang and danced around the fire, singing long and strange tunes. Distorted shadows fell on the surrounding low garbage mountains. The scene was very strange.

Among the crowd, a short figure was surrounded by the crowd, obviously in a detached position.The man was wearing a feather woven from the feathers of an unknown bird, and a cumbersomely decorated crown on his head. His old skinny face was full of ravines, like cracked land, flickering in the dancing flames. It's like a ghost.

Kuroro looked at it for a while, smoothed the gaps in the tent, walked back to Feitan and sat on the ground. "It's interesting," he said.

"I don't think so." Fei Tan said, "After suffering such a big loss, I just want to get the place back. Besides, it seems that we are almost in danger."

The area of ​​the second district is huge, they went around in a big circle along the periphery, and finally penetrated into the middle, when they encountered a hard stubble.In a dark and dark battle, more than a dozen people who followed them were lost. It was thanks to Kuroro's quick decision and eloquence that he took everyone as prisoners for a long time due to his young age. let go.

"Will they accept us?" Little Maggie asked, sitting on the edge of the brazier with her knees hugged. "They have a very strong belief in that old shaman."

There were less than [-] people in this tribe that made them helpless, but most of them were young and strong, and they were closely surrounded by the only weird old man called "Shaman". In the battle, it is very tricky to rely on the singing of the old shaman to gain great power, and to cooperate with each other tacitly and fearlessly.

"Not all of them are like that." Pike said, "There are only about ten people who are dressed in the same style as the shaman, and the rest look like ordinary people. Those who have the ability to think are the main ones."

"And there are almost no old people, women, or children among those people." On the other side of the brazier, the thin young man said, "As a tribe, they have probably suffered a heavy blow, and now they urgently need fresh blood. In other words, this is our tribe. Opportunity."

"But...they cannibalize people." The girl sitting next to the young man said, her voice was clear and tinged with fear.

In addition to the increase in combat effectiveness of mysterious power, another major feature of this group of people is that they are all fat and strong, and they don't look like struggling people in Meteor Street.The answer to the mystery was revealed after the battle. The dead bodies, regardless of whether they were friends or foes, were all strung on thick black wooden sticks by the tribesmen, and they were turned over and roasted on the bonfire. meaty.

"Didn't that guy just say that?" Fei Tan snorted with a gloomy expression, "Children's meat is the most tender when roasted. Maybe it's waiting for us here."

As soon as these words came out, accompanied by the weird singing from outside and the swaying fire of the brazier, everyone's expressions turned ugly.

"Don't scare people." Kuroro said blankly, "If they wanted to eat us, the person just now would not have come to untie us. They only eat dead people."

"That, that's also..." the cardamom-aged girl hesitated, but was stopped by the arm of the young man beside her.

They are a pair of brothers and sisters, the elder brother is named Lan, and the younger sister is Yan. They happen to be the two who first picked up the seriously injured Kuroro in the second district.The team that Kuroro and the others were in before went through downsizing along the way, and now there are only the two old brothers and sisters left. It was Kuroro who was at this critical moment when the entire army was almost wiped out. Generally, there are two people who are deliberately kept.

Unlike my younger sister who is innocent, straightforward and outspoken, my elder brother is more thoughtful.He knew in his heart that Kuroro was able to watch the other teammates walking all the way dead, without blinking his eyes. Only the two of them were saved, not because of some life-saving grace, but more likely because he developed useful thinking ability.Judging the situation, for the current plan, there is only one way to go to the dark, and follow them.

Cutting off Yan's rebuttal, Lan looked straight into Kuroro's dark and unwavering eyes, and said sincerely: "Thanks to Kuroro, Yan and I saved our lives just now. We will listen to you what to do next. If Whatever you need me to do, I will do."

Kuroro looked at him for a while, then at the others.Yan was held by his brother's shoulders, looking at him with bright eyes, like a defenseless little animal.Fei Tan sat cross-legged with his chin resting on his back, his bright golden eyes were lazy and gloomy, so he could trust his back with confidence.Ma Qi's palm-sized face is dirty and black, like a little mouse, with cat eyes wide open, full of stubbornness that refuses to admit defeat, although he is still weak, he has already begun to read.Pike also looked at him with burning eyes, docile but firm, this girl can be trusted, and her abilities are quite useful.

In the dim tent, the brazier was gradually extinguished, and the bonfire outside and the dancing figures were indistinct, making everyone's faces flickering.Kuroro was a little annoyed as he thought about how to bring a dying chessboard back to life.He thought of Lydia again, that was the only person he could entrust his life to—she was alive, he was alive.

There was no smile in his heart, but Kuroro still pursed the corners of his mouth habitually, and finally calmly said: "It's not realistic to escape, we stay here and join them. We want to win over the same people who joined halfway. In addition Lan, look for an opportunity to control the people around a shaman. Pike, collect as much information about the shaman's abilities as possible. Feitan takes care of Maqi. Maqi, hurry up and develop your telekinetic skills."

Calendar for March 25

【I have figured out the shaman's ability, but that's it, it's far worse than yours.The original tribe has been diluted, and the current situation is relatively stable. I have no plans to do anything for the time being.The current focus is on a map of the distribution of forces in the second district that I just obtained. It took a lot of work, but it was worth it.If you want to see it, I will draw it for you next time. 】

The next day, in the evening.

"Aren't you going to say it?"

Fei Tan wiped away the blood splashed on his cheeks, ruthlessly inserted the blood-stained scalpel into the eye socket of the person in front of him, pulled it out again, and raised his legs to walk towards the next prisoner who was trapped into a rice dumpling. There was indifference on his face, and the initial violence had turned into lethargy and impatience.

"The sun is going down soon." March came over, bypassing the winding bloodstains on the ground, and said to him, "It's useless to ask further, let's wait for Kuroro and Pike to come back by themselves."

"Your intuition?" Fei Tan stopped the knife a few centimeters under the skin, and turned to Ma Qi.

In order to find a map that recorded most of the forces in the second district and all the garbage dumping points, they teamed up with another team to encircle and suppress a local medium-sized force. Finally, they found the map, but the other party tore up the cooperation in a blink of an eye, and fled with them. up.Kuroro took people to chase him, and he still hasn't returned after almost a day.

Fei Tan stayed behind but couldn't wait any longer, he shot and questioned the captured captives, preparing to find the right direction to meet Ku Luoluo and the others, but unexpectedly encountered a tough bone, he dealt with seven or eight people in a row but got nothing.

Madge nodded, turning a blind eye to the bloody scene in front of him, looking at him with big and bright cat eyes, and said, "They will come back safely. We, on the other hand, have to take good care of the camp before Kuroro returns."

Fei Tan understood, pulled out the scalpel and wiped off the blood on it, looked at the camp behind the trash, and said, "Is someone making trouble inside?"

Madge frowned with disgust, and said, "It's time to eat again."

Although the outsiders have already accounted for the majority in the team, the few tribes led by the old shaman still insist on their tradition of eating dead human flesh, and they are disgusted and indifferent.The customs of this group are different from others, and they are closely united around the shaman and are superior in strength. There are frictions with other people from time to time, but they have not yet parted ways, and there are constant disturbances.

Fei Tan sneered heavily, moved his footsteps, and his men quickly wiped the necks of the remaining prisoners, leaving the one who was already frightened out of his mind, and dragged the man towards the tent by the collar, saying in his mouth: "Let's go, deliver food to them. What's the point of eating dead people? Let them roast a living person today."

Kuroro, Pike and others returned to the camp before the sunset disappeared.

A traitor captured from the opposing team was thrown in the open space by the campfire, his limbs twisted and dying.Kuroro shot and broke every bone in his body, and threw it on the ground like mud. At this time, he didn't bother to take another look. He only used the firelight to carefully show the map drawn on a large cowhide in his hand.

"Even if he is a traitor, this is too..." The old shaman approached with a cane, looked at the shapeless man on the ground, and expressed disapproval in his tone.

This tribe has its own set of behavioral logics. Although it feeds on the flesh of the dead, it seldom kills the living. Both killing and cannibalism are full of awe of nature, so they have never really caused public anger and were killed.

Kuroro looked away from the map and looked at the skinny face of the old shaman in front of him, with a hesitant look on his face.

He thought he would be able to get the map yesterday, but he didn't expect to be tricked by someone. Today, he chased after these people all day and got angry.With Kuroro's style, if he is not happy, others will naturally not want to be happy either.The faction that he chased was all killed on the spot, and the inner ghost who had been cooperating with others before was brought back as a warning to others.

It was fun when killing people, but now people are going to be long-winded.Obviously, he also tilted resources towards the strong, but insisted on some stubborn ideas. Kuroro also felt that this group of god sticks and heretics were not pleasing to the eye.

Why didn't they exist when the map was stolen and he chased him out?

He rolled up the map and smiled slightly, and said: "I killed all the people who stole the map, and this is the only one left. You can give it to you if you want it. This map has a lot of lives. I think you don't like it, so I will give it to you." Take it."

calendar for april [-]

【I'm busy here, I will reply tomorrow morning.Don't worry about peace. 】

Calendar for April 21

[Yesterday, I was exhausted from a fierce battle.It was planned at the beginning, to get rid of the shaman tribe who got in the way, but someone took advantage of the loophole and wanted to take Maqi away.The opponent was powerful, and we fled in embarrassment. Fortunately, we had a map, and we ran halfway through the district, and we just settled down.Fortunately, everyone is fine.I'll sleep for a while and talk about it tomorrow. 】

A day ago, dawn.

"Kurolo, you!" The old shaman clenched his cane tightly, protected by the clansmen with knives, and looked at Kurolo who was standing opposite with his hands behind his back.

In the camp, the tents of the tribe were lit at night, and the blazing flames shone brightly and dimly on the old shaman's ravine face, making him hideous like a ghost.

The old shaman was the first to be escorted out, and the tribesmen distributed in the rest of the tents also escaped one after another, but they were caught off guard by the foreigners who had already ambushed around.The screams and the sound of fighting were everywhere, covering the sound of the tongue of fire.

The ethereal and treacherous singing sounded, and the old shaman sang songs under strict protection. The originally weak resistance of the peripheral tribes suddenly became stronger, and the originally one-sided situation gradually reversed.

The shaman's song does not increase the combat effectiveness of believers at 01:30.Warriors blessed by singing not only double their strength and speed, but also maintain their physical strength at their peak for a long time, accelerate wound healing, and even achieve invulnerability in a short period of time.

When fighting side by side before, foreigners in the same camp could also get the weakened blessings, and they have a deep understanding of the convenience, but now that the two sides are turning against each other, the sweetness has suddenly turned into a bitterness.Even though all ordinary people and people with the ability to read accounted for more than twice the number of shamans, they gradually fell behind in the singing of the old shaman.

The old shaman kept humming, and a pair of cloudy eyes were firmly fixed on Kuroro, bright and fierce like a falcon.Old and hot, he had concluded at the beginning of the incident that even though most people in the camp harbored suspicions against their tribe, the only one who dared to attack resolutely was the young Kuro, who was far more resolute and ruthless than an adult lo.

Kuroro stood still, in the dancing flames, he looked at the cumbersome crown on the old shaman's head in silence, and set aside time to listen to this magical tune for the last time.

As the sun rose, the shaman's tents were completely burned down, black smoke billowed, and the flames gradually died down.

Kuroro never took part in the battle.Standing at the back of the battlefield, he saw that the surrounding situation was gradually unfavorable to him, and the casualties began to increase, so he waved the hands behind his back.

"puff!"

The white blade pierced from the chest, and blood dripped from the tip.

The old shaman looked down at the pierced chest in disbelief, and then looked back at the young people behind him who looked at him like a father.The other's eyes were dull—obviously manipulated.

"Lord Shaman!" The panicked clansmen roared, and the attackers were instantly killed, but the fatal omission had already been caused.

The shaman's singing stopped abruptly.

"I shouldn't have kept you...wolf ambition!" The old shaman finally squeezed out unwilling words, his cloudy eyes saw the clansmen who had lost the blessing of singing and were cut down and slaughtered by the enemy one after another, and the breath of resentment was gone.

The ability to pin your hopes on others has this fatal weakness.Kuroro looked at the opposite side who was in a mess in a blink of an eye, thinking in his heart.

Lan is a telekinetic user of the control department. The operating conditions are quite cumbersome, but the operating effect is very good. It is not practical enough on the battlefield, but it is a very good ability for sneak attacks and assassinations.

The old shaman also knew the weakness of his ability. He usually defended like a tortoise shell, but he still found a breakthrough. Kuroro was not without pride, but thinking of Lydia who often talked about not talking too much before doing bad things, in the end He held back without saying a word, and just watched the last shaman fall in silence.

Obstacles are removed, and then you can...

Murderous intent struck from behind, he turned sideways suddenly, and the sharp blade drew a bloody gash on his waist.

Kuroro suddenly turned around and jumped up, grabbed the opponent's attacking hand, and punched him on the temple.He shouted at the same time: "Beware of ambushes!"

A few short screams were heard one after another, and he looked around. In the bright morning light, Pike, Lan, and Yan had already died one after another, and Fei Tan was surrounded by three people, yelling at him Said: "Go after Ma Qi! They have kidnapped Ma Qi!"