Chapter 12: Goodwill (thanks to the lord of Mufeng Song!)

  Chapter 12 Kindness (Thanks to the leader of Mufeng Song!)

   "The strength is not small. Is it the activation of the silent power triggered by spiritual awakening? It's really amazing."

He was amazed at the talent of the white boy, and he also recognized his choice: "The riverside jungle in the west of the city is the territory of the local aborigines, and there are many ferocious beasts. Recently, a mutation is about to happen, and the beasts are violent, and the aborigines even have a temporary camp there. , go over there to dispose of the corpse, almost dead.”

"Although the official road is not bad, after a while, the reinforcements requested by the local viscount will probably arrive. The corpse is hidden there, and there is a high chance that it will be discovered by passing soldiers or sublimators. At that time, a seven or eight-year-old Children cannot control their own destiny."

   "Only the lake and forest in the east of the city, although there are many people coming and going on weekdays, but they are only fixed on a few roads, the corpses will be eaten by wild beasts, insects and ants soon, so it is the safest overall."

   "This should be a well-thought-out plan before the murder. Otherwise, the correct decision would not be made so quickly."

   Then, the boy's behavior when he noticed that a beast was spying on him made the old knight even more amazed.

  —Beasts have no concept of weapons. Pitchforks and spears, sharp swords and long knives are human teeth and claws.

  The boy held the pitchfork with both hands, and the bottom of the fork head with one hand. It seemed that he actively shortened the attack distance, making the beast eager to try.

  This insight is not even available to ordinary fighters.

   "Either it is a family background, or it is really talented!"

Seeing this, the old knight already knew that he didn't need to look any further. The fork that the boy was about to stab had at least 150 to 200 pounds of force, which was already enough for the strength standard of adolescents. The potential brought about by spiritual awakening is activated.

  A mere stunted forest leopard is just a big cat. It is impossible to defeat a quasi-psychic who has made all preparations and mastered fighting skills.

   And it is true.

  The white-haired boy stepped forward, and at the moment when Lin Bao was slightly hesitant because of the corpse, he suddenly stabbed out his 'sharp claws'.

  The pitchfork brought a gust of wind.

   It is impossible to imagine why the sharp claws of the erect ape in front of him suddenly become longer, and the beast is pierced through the neck in an instant.

  The deliberately sharpened fork carried the boy's weight and drove it hard into the ground!

   Without even the strength to howl, the female leopard's world fell into darkness.

   "It's so simple, I don't even use sleeping powder..."

  Muttering to himself echoed in the jungle. Ian, who killed Lin Bao, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he let out a long breath: "Is this the danger in the precognitive vision... Feels a little bit wrong?"

  A forest leopard is indeed dangerous. Although it will not pose a threat to adults who can fight hand-to-hand with brown bears in the world of Terra, it can definitely be called a killer to children.

  I was able to kill the other party entirely because of my long-handled weapons and skills, as well as the temptation brought by the cheap uncle's corpse to the beast.

   "It's good to die, the corpse helped a lot."

  Ian nodded with such a comfortable mood, he activated his spiritual power, and looked around the surrounding jungle.

   Then, the white-haired boy just out of caution, opened his eyes wide.

   "What, what?!"

  At this moment, he who activated his ability saw blood and gold.

A golden halo stood aside, as majestic and solid as a mountain peak, while a dim blood-colored halo was approaching silently, like a ghost, following the shadows and shelters of the woods and quickly approaching him !

  Boom!

  Heartbeat accelerated suddenly, without the slightest hesitation, Ian pulled the pitchfork out of Lin Leopard's body, and then with his fastest speed and greatest strength, he went straight towards the red shadow that was still quietly lurking!

  At this moment, in the lake forest, the aborigine who was sneaking in the jungle and was about to capture Ian was thinking.

He couldn't understand why there was a child wandering around here with a dead body. Harrison Port has fewer caravans recently, but there should be no shortage of food to the point of cannibalism like them, not to mention that the other party doesn't seem to be in the woods It looks like a snack.

   But who cares, the tribe urgently needs a child of this age as a sacrifice. He just wanted to tame a forest leopard, but this time he happened to meet him, so he was lucky.

   And just as he was about to make a move, this short, native hunter who was not much taller than Ian was stunned to see that Ian seemed to know where he was long ago, and he directly threw a pitchfork!

"Roar!"

   With a roar, the hunter immediately exited the stealth state that needed to suppress strength and speed by virtue of the breathing changes when making the sound. He raised his strength and launched a surprise attack.

  The redwood forest natives are generally undernourished and short in stature, but this also makes them light on their feet and easy to hide, making them the best hunters in the jungle.

Although the pitchfork of the Bai Zhimin boy is not as fast as his age level, it is enough to bully the beast, but it is not difficult to avoid it. He has already clenched the short knife in his hand, and in the next moment, he will stick to the boy's body side, cut off the tendons of his hands and feet, and brought them back to the tribe as a sacrifice.

  But who knows, that swift stab is just a cover.

  The hunter, who was about to get close, suddenly felt dazed in front of his eyes, and his face was covered with a handful of flour with a little fragrance.

"what!"

   Losing eyesight in an instant, maybe a senior combat expert can calmly judge the situation, but how can ordinary natives have such concentration? The hunter was in a hurry and lost his strength.

  So the next moment, he felt a pain in his chest.

Still dripping blood, deliberately sharpened, the sharp pitchfork pierced his body, and Ian's eyes were fierce, he continued to exert force, the strength and weight of his whole body pressed down, completely nailing the hunter to the ground, the fork Head submerged in the dirt.

   "Cough...cough!"

  But the hunter was not dead yet. The severe pain and fear of dying caused the adrenal hormones to be secreted rapidly, and the hunter continued to struggle. He swung the obsidian knife in his hand and slashed hard, about to stab Ian's neck.

  The blow came too fast. Ian had to maintain the pitchfork's pressure on the hunter before, so he couldn't let go and retreat for a while, but he tilted his body so that the knife could not be inserted into the neck, and at most it could only cut through the arm.

   It is already impossible not to get hurt, so why not minimize the damage!

   And at this moment.

  A hand stretched out, and it fell like lightning.

  It is like a steel pliers, its wide palm pinches the wrist of the indigenous hunter holding the knife, and the huge force instantly makes the aborigine loosen the handle of the knife, allowing the obsidian knife to come out of his hand.

   "Well done, boy."

   Words of appreciation rang out, followed by the miserable howls of the indigenous hunters, and the sound of shattering bones.

  Ian, who was still panting, raised his head. With confusion and a hint of surprise, he looked in the direction of the sudden sound, and looked at the owner of that hand.

   At the first moment, the boy didn't see a man who was a little old and dusty, nor did he notice the expression of appreciation or even surprise on his face.

  He could only see a cloud of pure, bright, and even vaguely crystal-clear mist.

  The golden mist swirls and lingers, releasing the flavor called 'goodwill'.

   There are too many rewards from everyone, and the new issue cannot be updated frequently. I plan to thank them one by one in order, and they will all explode when they are on the shelves!

   There are 3 updates today, and it’s almost the end of the month. Please recommend tickets for next month~

  

  

  (end of this chapter)