Lord of Riding and Slashing

Nord watched the sun in the distance gradually sinking into the horizon, and the surrounding mountains and forests were still so quiet, as if nothing had changed, yes, nothing had changed.

It has been two days, Nuode and others have not found Yuanshanzhai, these two days on the road, whether it is various animals, plants, all the sights show that Yuanshanzhai is close at hand, but Nuode still failed to find it , that feeling is as if you are looking for something with your heart, and you know that it may be by your side, as if it is within reach, but out of reach.

Old Moore’s eyes showed unwillingness. He was not reconciled. The surrounding environment reminded him all the time that he was home, but now he was turned away. This kind of mood may be difficult for others to understand. The assistant looked at Nord, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Nord sighed in his heart. Nord could understand Old Moore's feelings. As a Chinese son and daughter, Nord knew the feeling that Old Moore wanted to return to his roots, but Nord could understand but couldn't personally understand Old Moore. Feeling sad and heartbroken, Nord decided that he couldn't stay with Old Moore after looking at the slightly tired hunters around him.

Nord has been with Old Moore for more than a month, and Nord appreciates this old hunter who is usually taciturn but well-organized, especially his superb arrow skills, which makes Nord amazed, although now Nord also began to practice bow and arrow every day, but he didn't know that it would take the year of the monkey to reach the standard of Old Moore.

It was the first time Nord saw Old Moore like this, usually with a blank face, with calmness and a touch of sadness in his vicissitudes of life eyes, if it was placed in the previous life, this image would definitely be the little girl's favorite, But now, Old Moore has become fragile, as if an inadvertent movement can break him, maybe every man has his soft side in his heart.

Nord is going to be a bad guy today, avoiding Old Moore's eyes, turned to the tired hunters and said:

This time the exploration is over. Take a rest today and rush back tomorrow morning.

Hearing this news, the hunters breathed a sigh of relief, and Old Moore seemed to have let go of his breath, and sat there blankly, staring blankly at the sunset in the sky.

At this time, Harry didn't know how to comfort Old Moore, and he was also in a very bad mood. There were still his wife and children in the cottage. He had just left the cottage for half a month, and Harry felt as if it had been a few years. He really didn't know. How did old Moore survive the past twenty years? Harry felt that he had become much more mature after leaving the cottage for so many days.

So, he walked to Old Moore and sat down, without speaking, watching the sunset silently.

Nord didn't pay attention to the two people who were healing alone. This kind of thing still needs to be figured out by oneself. Instead, he walked to Lehman's side and asked him what to do next.

Lehman, what shall we do next, Old Moore in his current state...

Master Nord, leave it to me, you can always trust your guard captain Lehman!

Lehman clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and resolutely assured Nord.

Seeing Lehman's tired face and the confidence and firmness revealed in his bloodshot eyes, Nord chose to believe him, nodded solemnly, turned and left.

Seeing the back of Nord leaving, Lehman took out his own bow and arrow, and carefully adjusted the strength of the bowstring.

Late at night, by the campfire.

Lehman and the others who had been keeping watch in the middle of the night had already fallen asleep, and now it was the turn of Old Moore and the others. Lehman did not change the order of the vigil, and kept Old Moore on the watch. Nord and Old Moore did not say much about this What.

Sitting in front of the bonfire, Old Moore's mind was no longer here, as if he had flown to a distant village, and returned to his childhood, everyone and every road in the distant village appeared in front of Old Moore. I forgot all of these, I didn't expect everything to be so profound, as if it was branded in my blood.

Just when old Moore was thinking, a pair of green vertical pupils suddenly appeared on the tree in the distance, glowing in the dark night, like a pair of exquisite gemstones, and like a deadly will-o'-the-wisp.

It jumped down from the tree with a slight leap. Its dark fur is smooth and delicate, as if absorbing the surrounding light, leaving no trace in the night. If you look carefully, you will find One of the furs had scorched marks.

It turned out to be the black lynx, which was nearly one meter in size. After jumping off the tree, it watched carefully for a while. After finding no movement, it took graceful steps and approached the campfire quietly.

The other hunters by the bonfire did not find any sign of the black lynx, they still sat there, looked up casually into the darkness from time to time, and then lowered their heads to fiddle with the bonfire to prevent it from going out.

In this way, the black lynx successfully arrived at a hunter at the outermost edge of the camp. The black lynx raised its head to look at the hunters by the campfire, and found that they still hadn't found itself. It looked down at the human lying on the ground. Bloodthirsty and cruelty emerged from the vertical green pupils, and there was an anthropomorphic look on his face, which was the pleasure of revenge.

Just when the black lynx was about to stretch out its claws and attack the hunter's face, there was a sound of thunder in the distance, like the sound of a bow string vibrating. A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the black lynx, but it was too late. An arrow flew towards the black lynx at a high speed, directly piercing the black lynx's head.

Lehman, who was leaning on the tree to rest, stood up at some point, holding a longbow and looking at the black lynx's body. Seeing that it was motionless, he finally felt relieved.

It turned out that Lehman had pretended to be resting before, but in fact the bow and arrow had been kept at hand all the time, just waiting for the arrival of the black lynx, intending to solve the trouble once and for all.

The vibrating sound of the bow and arrow not only alarmed the hunters watching the night by the bonfire, but even the sleeping Nord and the others woke up from their dreams. , Knowing that the black lynx is following, everyone's nerves are tense.

Nord got up and found that the black lynx had been shot to death, a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and quickly asked if anyone was injured.

The hunters around the campfire stood up and confessed their mistakes to Lehman. Instead of blaming them, Lehman comforted them to watch vigil carefully in the future and taught them some key points of vigil.

After Nord found no casualties, he came to the bonfire, and only old Moore sat there alone by the bonfire, as if isolated from everyone. Nord didn't stay long, and left after saying a word.

We'll be back until we find the Far Cottage! Me! Nord Isaac promises!

Beside the bonfire, Old Moore, who turned his back to everyone, was full of shame.

It took less than two days for everyone who lifted the threat to return to the Wild Boar Cave. Looking at this familiar stronghold, everyone showed joy from the bottom of their hearts, including Old Moore.

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