Chapter 713: Wind's Blessing

Feng Ying was almost crying when she realized what was happening, and she almost jumped up to bite Anxier.

Hayata quickly persuaded her back, and explained to everyone that this was to adapt to the protection effect of the new equipment through "actual combat".

Whether everyone believed it or not, at least Feng Ying was given a way out.

There were also those who didn't know how to live or die, such as a sunny boy from the Bitou Hunting Group, who seemed to find it very interesting and took the initiative to challenge Liefeng.

Then he was beaten up by Liefeng, who was in a bad mood because he missed dinner.

Putting aside the identity of a newcomer in Bitou, Aiden, who has a strength close to four stars, has long been an excellent hunter who can stand on his own, but he didn't expect to be suppressed by a fang hound.

Although Aiden didn't use weapons, Liefeng didn't use his sharp teeth and claws either.

Julius and others were surprised at Liefeng's fighting ability, which saved some face for Feng Ying who "won a fight with a dog with difficulty".

Looking at the hunters who were laughing and joking, the brigade leader, who looked a little heavy, also showed a little smile on his face.

The war is approaching, it is better to be willing to laugh than to look sad.

The day of the expedition.

Before dawn, the fully armed hunters had gathered on the deck of the Isana.

Ansel repeatedly counted the pile of ammunition boxes that looked like a small mountain. The number was so large that he had to use a cart to haul it, but he still felt a little unsafe.

Nadia couldn't help but look at this guy a few more times. She had always felt that she was cautious enough in her hunting preparations, but there was someone more neurotic here.

Hayata was helping Fengying check the straps of her protective gear, and found that the latter had basically tied a knot.

It was firm enough to tie the armor in this way, but it was not convenient to adjust. Once she was injured and needed emergency treatment, it would become very troublesome, so he had to help her tie it again with a sigh.

Fengying, who was pressed by Hayata, stared and looked at the weapons of the Bitou Hunter Group curiously.

Nadia's weapon is the most common fire dragon-derived light crossbow, the "Phoenix Fire Dragon Cannon". Anshil said that this is the most suitable crossbow for firing flame bombs, nothing else.

Huh? Did he only bring one weapon? Anshil said he brought three or four.

"Master's Senior Brother" should be carrying a pair of swords made of Tyrannosaurus materials. What is it called, "Tyrant's Wrath"?

Well, it seems that everyone likes the appearance of Tyrannosaurus weapons.

The spearman Uncle Will uses a dazzling spear that seems to be made of gold.

I heard that this is a top-grade weapon called "Lost Babel Tower". It looks like it is made of pure metal forging, but in fact it also contains super precious materials such as the heavy shell of the Golden Fire Dragon. The defensive performance is the best among spears. It is said that the golden shield can even block the attack of the ancient dragon species.

Is it true?

Brother Aiden, hmm, that one-handed sword looks ugly, it seems to be called "Sealing Dragon Sword", it is obviously an antique excavated, but it is not as beautiful as Master Gordon's epitaph.

Brother Aiden is not good enough!

While Feng Ying commented on the equipment of the Bitou Hunting Group one by one, Gordon looked at the edge of the sea of ​​clouds.

There was a hazy golden-red glow over there, maybe in the next second, the morning sun will emerge from the sea of ​​clouds and illuminate this small village "in the sky".

"Are you waiting for the moment when the morning sun rises?" The leader came over with a smile, "It will probably take more than ten minutes."

Gordon retracted his gaze, "No, the whole sky is gray, there is nothing to see."

"That's right, don't forget to go to the temple, believe it or not, don't let them down." The leader of the brigade folded his arms (he really likes this) and reminded.

"Yes, yes." Gordon agreed helplessly, "Let's go, everyone, let's go to the temple first, don't let the abbot wait too long."

"Mom, mom! I'm scared to death!"

Walking down the nearly 100-meter-long, old and even dilapidated suspension bridge, Feng Ying's voice was shaking.

At this time, the hunters were at the highest point of the entire Sky Mountain Range. This single peak, also known as "Sky Mountain", is shaped like a sharp sword, extremely steep and almost impossible to climb.

You can only get up through the suspension bridge built between the secondary peak where the village of Sinard is located.

"This suspension bridge is really... a bit exciting." Gordon pretended to be calm with a tense face.

I'm afraid he broke four or five wooden boards in the 100-meter walk.

Under the suspension bridge is a bottomless abyss that you can't even see the bottom. If you fall down, no matter how many stars you are, you will die anyway.

Thinking that he would have to walk back along the suspension bridge in a while, he regretted it very much.

I should have let that pigeon with squinting eyes go!

Julius and the others also looked unhappy, especially Will, the spearman in heavy defensive armor. He didn't dare to step on the tattered wooden boards and moved along the main rope the whole time.

In less than a hundred meters, the middle-aged tough guy who faced the heavy beetle dragon car without changing his expression turned pale.

Julius sighed lightly, "Let's go."

Everyone stabilized their emotions and trembling legs and entered the temple built inside the mountain.

This temple is not gorgeous, and there are even very few traces of artificial carving. There are only countless small windmills whirring on the rock walls everywhere.

After walking across a long bridge composed of stone pillars, the hunters came to the depths of the temple.

A great monk in a pure white robe was sitting here. On the rock wall behind him, there was a mysterious relief pattern, like a blooming flower, or like a sun spreading light, which attracted people's reverie.

There was a peaceful smile on his face, and the skylight from the top of the cave enveloped him.

The scene in front of me, combined with the gentle sound of the mountain wind, revealed a hint of divine beauty.

However, Gordon just wanted to press this squinting eye and give it a beating.

What kind of broken bridge is fatal?

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the desire to clench his fists and complain, Gordon said: "Master Zheng, we are here."

Came armed.

The monk's expression froze for a moment, and he realized at this time that the hunters who were tall and strong and wearing heavy armor were obviously different from the thin man who was crossing the bridge.

No wonder they are all so murderous.

After coughing slightly to cover up his embarrassment, the monk stood up and prayed in the ancient language.

The hunters gradually calmed down amid the strange melody of the prayers, but as sweet as the sound of the breeze.

The resentment in my heart and the uneasiness of facing a powerful enemy were swept away like fallen leaves blown by the wind.

The spirit and soul become clear. This feeling is wonderful, perhaps a bit similar to a hunting whistle? But not so direct.

Gordon suddenly felt that this trip to the temple might actually be worthwhile.

The monk finished his prayer and bowed slightly to the hunters, "The seal of the restricted area has been released, and everything is left to you."

The hunters nodded in response.

The monk was shaking out his pure white solemn robes, stood up and came to the rock wall. He took down several small windmills inserted between the cracks in the rock, one for each person, and handed them to the hunters.

Gordon clearly remembered that Julius once told him that the windmill had a special meaning to the people of Sinard Village. It was their bridge to communicate with the "wind" and outsiders were not allowed to touch it.

At this time, the monk was handing over the windmill to them with his own hands, which obviously had some special meaning.

I guess it's an amulet or something?

Looking at the small windmill in his hand, which was no bigger than the palm of his hand, Gordon thought for a while and inserted it into the gap in the armor on his waist.

Others followed suit, Hayata followed Gordon's example and stuck it on her waist, Julius and Nadia pinned it on their chests, Ansir, Aiden and Will stuck it on their shoulder pads, and Feng Ying stuck it on their shoulder pads. It was poked directly into the ponytail, and the little windmill whirred above her head.

The monk was watching this scene with a smile.

"May the wind guide you."