Law of the Devil

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Chapter 632 [Windblowing Grass Low See Cattle and Sheep]

On the third day after entering the mountain, Muse seemed to have noticed something - this team seemed to be trying to cross the Kilimaro Mountains!

This discovery surprised Muse, but no small matter!

The Kilimaro Mountains, a huge natural barrier on the continent from north to south, stretch thousands of kilometres from northwest to southwest. Continuous mountain ranges are like giant serpents crawling on the mainland - the only gap is the “Northwest Corridor” there in Northwest Dessarong Province.

Apart from this, all the rest of the place is a big mountain soaring into the clouds… some mountains stretching across the mountains without end of sight; others are lonely peaks like clouds, breathtaking.

If you want to cross this mountain range, just fear that along the way there will be countless cliffs, steep mountain roads and a natural divide, and the peak of loneliness, a natural place of danger!

It is said that in the Kilimaro Mountains, even the lowest peak, there are more than 3,000 metres!

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After the team entered the mountain, for the past three days, first along a mountain road all the way up, one day later, the steeper the mountain road became, the further inside, the narrower it became.

However, although mountain roads are difficult to walk, these werewolves are naturally extremely agile guys, even in such rugged terrain, if they were human cavalry, they would not be able to move forward long ago. But those werewolf knights still manipulate the giant wolf, jumping and gently marching down the hill.

Even the Six Hundred Elves gave up their buses and walked on foot. The Elf Clan was originally slim in shape, and the movement was as gentle as the wind. Naturally, it was not in a position to speak.

The only thing that's bitter is Muse. This way, two days of hiking in the mountains, her feet had been grinding out blisters, and after the blisters broke, every step of the way, it was a spicy pain. Muse did not want to corrupt his authority in front of these enemies, but insisted on biting his teeth in secret.

The large group of wolves walked hard in the mountains. At night, a fire pile was created, and the wolves mounted the grain meat dries and so on. The * * * spirits did not eat these meat dries, but carried some dry grain on their own. Muse, on the other hand, is even more bitter - in this group, it seems that the werewolves are all male werewolves, and the elves, it seems, do not distinguish between men and women. Only Muse has a woman.

She hasn't had a bath for 10 days - she hasn't seen water for four days when she was on her way with Lombardon and others, and for so many days after the North Prisoner, she feels that there is no itching all over her body. Muse was originally a girl, although she had suffered a lot since entering the barracks. But after a dozen days of not taking a bath, there is still something unbearable about it.

By the fourth day of walking down the mountain, the Wolf Rider had begun to consciously conserve food.

After all, it was the 5,000 wolves riding the battalion, along the way before entering the mountain, brought a lot of food, but after entering the mountain, the food trucks could only be thrown out of the mountain, the wolves riding only carried a few days of rations with them and the meat dried on board.

Obviously, these companion rations are not enough to support them beyond the mountains - and it is estimated that even with good luck, the nearest mountain road, without twenty or thirty days, will not be crossed. If you get lost in the mountains, it's unusual to turn for two or three months.

Fortunately, these werewolves are born with talent. In these mountainous forests, they do not get lost. After a few days of walking, as if in this wilderness, they inspire the gifted wildness in their blood.

Later, even without careful identification, these werewolves could very easily find water in the mountain forest, the most convenient mountain path.

Even some werewolf rides, patrolling around at rest, will soon bring back some hunted beasts to replenish their food reserves.

By the seventh day, Muse's leather boots had worn off, and she could only quietly pull a cloth from her fitted clothes, wrap her feet around them, and walk hard in broken boots.

The narrow mountain road, which runs all the way up a mountain peak in the distance, is narrow enough to compress the large army into a long serpent queue, allowing only two wolves to ride side by side and the group is dragged to the elders.

Muse walked, but there was a cliff next to him, looking down, only on the road of Panshan, down the mountain road, was the queue of wolves in this row.

After crossing this high mountain peak, a line of teams finally came above the Snow Line!

Starting from here, moving on, only over that mountain peak, the white snow, all the snow in the sky, the air suddenly became cold, and above this snowbee, the oxygen was even thinner. Muse's body was already a little overwhelmed. At this moment, she felt her chest pressed like a rock. Even though she was breathing hard, she still couldn't breathe.

Thick snow and cold ice at the bottom of the foot create great difficulties for the team.

Muse's boots were already broken. Less than half a day later, the boots filled with a lot of ice and snow. They were first stimulated by the temperature, melted, and then frozen again. She even froze her feet off.

Fortunately, the elves seemed very kind to Muse along the way. Some of the elves looked at Muse walking strangely and came up and held her down. After taking off her boots, they saw that a few blisters on Muse's feet had already been ground, while her otherwise young skin was frozen and red. The elf's hand just touched her ankle, and Muston screamed in pain.

“You're frostbitten, and I'm glad I found out, otherwise your feet are going to freeze for another half day. ”

Later, the elf took a pair of boots out of his backpack and handed them to Muse. The shape of the boot was strange, the tip of the boot soared high, and the ankle had a leaf shaped. More strangely, the boot was touched in the hand, not like some kind of animal leather, but...

“It's made of a vine skin.” This elf is very gentle in color and smiles: “Our Elf people, the natural race, naturally do not kill to peel. We have a special tree vine in our family, which is automatically skinned every year through the summer, breaking down the bark on the surface, which is strong and resilient and not worse than the hide of the animal. ”

Muse noticed that the other word was "We Elf Race”, which was somewhat strange. It's like including yourself.

But this elf speaks fluently of the language of the human empire, and his attitude is very gentle, making Muse feel compelled to close a few points.

“Put on these boots, walk with them and your feet won't get cold. ”

Muse was a little confused, changed his boots, felt dry and warm, his feet were frozen, and quickly warmed up.

“These boots are waterproof. And in the summer, we would make clothes out of this vine skin, and we would jump into the lake in it, and it wouldn't get wet.” This and angry elf took another look at Muse's clothes.

Muse was still wearing that mercenary uniform, but walked down the hill the other day, and many places had been ripped apart by tree branches, which seemed a little shabby. So the elf took out another cloak and put it on the muse himself, softly: “It's a magic cloak, and you don't fear the cold when you put it on. ”

Muse let the other party put a cape on him, feeling the natural heat emitted by magic on the cape, gradually warming his whole body.

Her heart didn't know how, but she looked at the elf in front of her, and she had to be a little soft. Although the positions of the two sides are not friends of the enemy, these elves have treated themselves well along the way. At this moment, they are sending boots and clothes. The words are gentle. They do not treat her as a prisoner of war, but as if she were of the same kind.

“You… why are you so kind to me?” Muse shook his head hard.

“Because... we're the same.” The elf laughed, stood up and walked back down the line.

Muse whispered: “Same...”

Turns out the identity of the three Sisters of the Lister family's hybrid elves, Mrs. Lister said only Angel, but Muse didn't know.

But at this moment, these elves speak softly to herself, but she cannot help but have a natural closeness in her heart.

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With those magical leather boots and magic cloaks, Muse has finally stopped suffering from the cold. It's just a mountain journey, it takes a lot of energy, but it also makes the muse feel strong.

Especially on the mountain, she had difficulty breathing. After walking for a while, that feeling of dizziness made her fall off the cliff several times. Luckily the elves around me even pulled it.

By the tenth day, despite repeated savings, the food had finally been eaten.

The wolves rode around and started searching for food, and luckily there were a lot of rocks and goats and snowfoxes and stuff like that on this snow mountain.

And in this part of the world, people are scarce, and these beasts are not afraid to see people, they don't know to run away. And the wolf rides are fast, hunting around.

And the Six Hundred Elf Nation, it also made a huge contribution.

They carry with them a plant race peculiar to the Elf race. Pokémon sprinkle these races in the snow and perform the magic of the Pokémon. Then, in the snow, the seeds immediately grow and germinate, and soon you will see a green plant in the snow suddenly climb up!

These plants wrapped around each other like a few vines, and quickly formed a large trunk. The highest is even a dozen meters!

The branches grew in a meal of kung fu, and every single leaf, the smallest, was the size of a basin, and the largest was even as big as a desktop.

And then, after the 600 Pokémon group sang the spell, the purple rays of light covered this little magical plant, and soon, on the trunk, one fruit at a time grew out, hectares, dozens of big trees, hung with exhausting fruit!

Those fruits, one pumpkin-sized at a time, saw this enormous fruit full of glamour, and many werewolves and elves cheered.

Soon, an elf took off a piece of fruit and handed it to the muse, took out a dagger and sliced it gently. I saw only the golden fruit inside, and the muse ate a small bite, and then the mouth was full of fragrance, and the fruit flesh was fine and full, and I ate only three or five bites, and it was full.

And the other werewolves delighted to take all the fruit off the tree and distribute it.

These trees withered quickly after all the fruit had been ripped off, and the green branches quickly became frightened and shrunk, and eventually turned back into a seed in the snow. It's just this used seed that looks like it's dead yellow.

“Don't worry, it's not dead.” Pokémon recycle each seed: "It will only be a year before we find the right source of water to re-immerse the seeds in the water. ”

The seeds of this magical plant, the Elf Clan, carry a full packet.

With this thing, supplemented by the occasional hunting of some beasts, the line persisted for six more days.

By the 16th day of the mountain, the food was finally depleted, and even the magic seeds that produced fruit in the elf clan were used up.

But the mountain has finally turned over!

On the seventeenth day, the mountain road ahead was already down the road, gradually, soon people crossed the snow line, the surrounding scenery was no longer white, and some sparse plants and forests began to emerge. Occasionally, you can also see little pieces of rock and goat surviving here.

Seeing the prey, the werewolves cheered, mounted several teams of werewolves, hunted around, and a hundred dozen rocks and goats were captured one day later, as well as a number of pine chickens, mountain deer, etc.

While Muse was silent most of the time on this journey, she remembered her journey, reading two mountain peaks, four snow mountains, all the way west.

The climate is getting warmer and warmer as the terrain goes down. The cold winds on the mountains are gone, with a hint of humidity and warmth in the air. And just on the nineteenth day, a heavy rain suddenly arrived, and the team rested in a mountain recess for a day, and the Lycans separated a wolf riding along the recess to explore the road.

Soon after dawn, Muse heard the Lycans suddenly cheering collectively. Thousands of Lycans shouting filled with excitement and excitement. One Lycan leaned up to the sky and raised his knife, shouting awesome shouts, and the birds in the surrounding woods flew away.

Muse heard some hair in her heart, but the elf next to her smiled softly: "Well, don't be afraid. That's when we finally got out of the mountains, and these guys were happy to call it that. ”

“Out, out of the mountains...” Muse frowned.

Surely, after dawn, Muse also saw that group of werewolf riders coming back, not empty-handed, and they brought back some "prey."

Twenty cows and sheep, and four horses… and three humans!

Human!!

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The humans brought back by this group of wolves are three men, one of whom, by the looks of his face, is afraid that he has just grown up.

These three prisoners, all dressed in sheepskin robes, rugged cowhide boots, were walking, limping, but carrying some of the loop legs that would take years of riding to form. With a dirty sheepskin hat on his head, all the wool has fallen off, and a few pudding pieces.

After years in the Northwest Texas Province, Muse had interacted with a number of businessmen, and she could see at a glance that the three captive outfits were those of the standard pastoralists on the prairie!

Pastoralists, pastoralists?

Muse's eyes got a little gloomy.

These three herders, the leather robes on their bodies have been cut many times, all three of them carry some scars, after being caught by a werewolf rider, the young face of the three showed some fear and panic, while the two older people, the eyes were only slightly surprised, but not much fear, more is a natural defense!

The grassy meal on the prairie and the earliest coarse skin, the eyes are also indifferent, ridden by wolves with a long knife, the herders stare at the surrounding werewolves, but the face is full of hatred!

Muse stood outside and didn't say anything. A few elves walked over, spoke to the werewolves for a while, and after returning, Muse was told that the herders were the wolf riders that the group had gone out to explore.

Nearby, there was a herder of about seventeen or eighteen people, who met the wolf rider. There were about two hundred rides, and the wolf rider wiped out the herder! Seventeen or eight people, old and weak women and children, mostly killed. Despite the grassland pastoralists defending themselves, they fought back. And the news brought back from the wolf rides is that these vigilante herders are causing some trouble for the wolf rides - the grassland herders have ridden well and have grown up on the back of horses since they were little children, men, women and children, can shoot horses and arrows and swing machetes.

Under World War I, two werewolves were actually injured.

There was also a pastoralist who, thanks to his excellent riding skills and his horse's speed, managed to escape before being exterminated. These three prisoners, who fought to the end, were captured alive by werewolves —— their families, all dead by now. The tent was burned down and the cattle and sheep were brought back.

After listening, Muse was deeply shocked, but there was only one thought left!

Prairie, we're in the prairie! We crossed the Kilimaro Mountains to the Prairie!!

These 5,000 werewolf rides, plus 600 elf warriors. We have secretly crossed the Imperial Barrier to the side grasslands of the Empire!!!

The captured three herders were interrogated by the Lycans once, but unfortunately, although the Elves had learned human language, they were confined to the language of the Empire and did not speak the words of the prairie. The only one on the team who understands prairie language is Muse.

But of course Muse herself would not take the initiative, she stood still and thought carefully.

Muse thought these werewolves would lock themselves up with three grassland prisoners. But she was wrong —— it seems, along the way, these guys treat themselves as if it was just because these elves take care of themselves. But the elves seemed to have no feelings for the three grassland captives - from the look of the elves throwing themselves at the three grassland herders, there was even a bit of disgust and disdain in their eyes, in addition to hostility. It's like if you look at them one more time, they'll get their eyes dirty.

Three pastoralists, since they had not been questioned, were soon killed by order of the Lycans.

Muse had no choice but to watch as the three herders were stabbed to death, and before dying, the young teenager shouted in prairie language. Muse heard the truth, and the young boy shouted:

“The great Wizard King will punish you monsters! The great god of Snow Mountain will avenge you for the bloodshed of your grass atomic brother! ”

That night, Muse didn't fall asleep, and she was thinking, "These werewolf rides, they go over the mountains, they die, they come to the grasslands, why?"

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Three days later, Muse finally determined her speculation!

My pedestrian has come to the prairie!

Twenty days of walking in the mountains, even though the wolf rides are elite, he is already exhausted. Because of food shortages, most werewolves have been half-starved for days to save food, and only a few elites have maintained adequate rations and combat power.

On the orders of Dominez, the leader of the Wolf Ride, 5,000 elite wolves took a full three days off in this cave, while sending several wolves to search. In three days, four hundred cavalry werewolves wiped out more than ten grassland herders' cottages, killed hundreds of herders, and recaptured a large number of cattle and goats - all of which became food for werewolves.

Three days later, after nearly a month's journey, the weary Wolf Ride finally recovered. Those werewolves who regained energy, the fierce light reappeared in their eyes, energetic they began to sharpen their blades, wipe their armor, and feed their giant wolves...

This morning, under the orders of the chief wolf rider, 5,000 wolves rode out of the mountain recess...

Less than a few miles out of the mountain, the terrain ahead suddenly widens! It's a thousand miles of green in front of me, and it's all over the place! The grasslands are muddled, and there is no end in sight!

In the distance, the junction between Bigrass and Blue Sky seems to be even on the city line!

This is the first time most werewolves have seen such an open meadow, with the exception of these former hunting squads, most werewolves can't help but howl their swords on the backs of giant wolves!

A wild place hidden in their blood, inspired by the blue sky!

Wolves are supposed to exist between heaven and earth!

This wolf rider has become a bloody wind on the meadow!

Five thousand wolf riders and six hundred elf warriors turned into a killing stream, walking on the prairie for three days! Three-day time, everywhere, burning, looting, every little strand of shepherd's cottage that encounters them is wiped out!

Though the prairie people defend, although they ride * * well, after all, those small strands of pastoralists, at most, are only 3,500 people, young and strong is only 30% of the total population. If they encounter such 5,000 wolf rides, they will only be bullied.

Along the way, the shepherds' cattle and sheep turned into food in the wolves' bellies, and one nomadic cottage at a time burned to death. The Wolf Rider encountered little effective resistance.

And the wolf rides quickly, coming and going like the wind, and walks with a single blow. Even when several large clans on the prairie received news that such an alien enemy had emerged, and were preparing to organize a resistance, the wolf rider was long gone!

Muse was in the team, and he couldn't figure it out —— 5,000 elite wolf riders, what the hell are you doing here?

Sneak up behind the Empire? But not like that.

Though 5,000 wolves ride elite, if they run inside the empire, there is only one way to destroy themselves. Besides, this is grassland. What does burning and looting have to do with the Empire?

Finally on the eighth day after entering the prairie.

Wolf Rider meets a team!

It is a merchant corps from within the Empire, with approximately 100 people, including 30 mercenary escorts from the Desert Fox Mercenary Corps.

As soon as we saw the Long Horse Squad, hundreds of wolves swooped up!

Muse saw the merchant team far away, on the head horse entrusted, with a flag he was familiar with!

Golden Tulip Flag!!

On the prairie, any merchant with the tulip flag has long been the object of awe for all tribes, obstructing Dewey's prestige in the northwest, even the most powerful Saladin on the prairie has to lift Dewey's nose. Absolutely no tribe dares to rob a merchant with the tulip family flag on the prairie!

But this time, looking at the wolf mount that came with the whistle, the merchant team was obviously beaten by a surprise, not even able to assemble the horses to form a defense, and was directly crushed by the wolf mount that came with the whistle!

Watching the Tulip family's merchants get massacred by wolves, Muse blushes, squeezes her fists and bites her teeth desperately. He was trying to get up there, but was stopped by the elves around him. Those elves were powerful and more magical, and the muse was pressed on the shoulder by two people and lost all strength.

Watch as hundreds of people of this merchant team are slaughtered, dozens of mercenaries battle to the end, some by wolf rides, some by giant wolf bites, straight to the last!

Finally, a few businessmen from the merchant team were captured. These merchants not only speak the language of the Empire, but also know the words of the prairie people, but are captured by special orders of the Elf clan!

“They need translation.” The snow immediately shines in Muse's heart.

It is true that the Elf tribe did not deliberately hide the muse when questioning these businessmen and let the muse stand aside.

Several of them were ordinary businessmen who spent money paying protection fees in the Tulip family territory before being protected by this Tulip flag and escorted by the Desert Fox mercenary regiment. I thought I'd be safe all the way, but I didn't expect to see such a bunch of wolves suddenly descend from the sky!

Several businessmen trembled all over their bodies, they were just ordinary people, just saying everything under the eyes and blades of these werewolves around them.

Muse hears the truth, but only one elf asks in cold sound:

“The road to the Great Snow Mountain, how to go! ”

- Muston's complexion changed when he heard about it!

Great Snow Mountain!!

In the northwest, who doesn't know the prestige of the Great Snow Mountains on the prairie?

Big Snow Mountain Gate Man, Magical Wizard... and...

And that witch king who was considered a god by the prairie people!!

These guys, their target is Great Snow Mountain?!

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Unfortunately, these businessmen, although they speak some grassland language, do not know where the Great Snow Mountain is.

The Lycan cavalry was brutal and barbaric. Ask the first one, I don't know, just cut it down and cut it into two sections!

And the second one, I don't know, down there is a knife!

When asked about the third prisoner, the man had trembled all over his body, his face was earthy and he smelled a smell, but even his pants were wet.

Instead, Muse walked out, looking cold at the many werewolves and elves.

“Are you going to the Great Snow Mountain! ”

The elves were all stunned, and the muse looked grim: "I asked you if you were going to the Great Snow Mountain! ”

“Yes, we're going to Snow Mountain.” A Pokémon came over with a gentle face, the one who gave the muse boots and magic cloak in the mountains.

“Let them go!” Muse pointed at the rest of the prisoners and persevered: “I'll take you there!! ”

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