The 721st year of the Northern Jade New Calendar, May, Andoha Jungle.

This is the last late night of spring. The longest miasma period in the eastern part of the mainland has just ended, and few living creatures are willing to leave their nests.

Because the overall environment is particularly quiet, the slightest movement in the deep forest seems particularly abrupt.

It was a lion digging.

It looks thinner than an ordinary lion, and it seems to be not yet adult. It has slumped on its shoulders and buttocks, and its body is covered with scratched scars. Some of it has become festered, with rotten flesh mixed with pus and blood, emitting an indescribable smell.

However, it didn't care about it, and it used its mud-rolled tail to sweep away the mosquitoes and flies close to it from time to time. Its two unsolid front paws flew up and down, and soon digged a large pit on the mud.

It snored from the bottom of its throat, and seemed excited and full of anticipation for the food under the mud. After all, it had been hungry for too long...

Just when its tail couldn't help but tilt its head into the wet mud, it suddenly touched something.

Just heard the metal sound of "Ding" and its claws were shaken and shook back suddenly.

lion:"……"

This is definitely not a sound that meat can make!

The lion stared at the mud pit with a confused look on his face, and his tail that was raised up to the sky fell to the ground with a slight sound.

It hesitated for a long time, but in the end it succumbed to the appetite and plucked up the courage to continue digging.

Not long after, the whole picture of the buried things in the pit revealed—

That's a human-shaped monster!

The reason why he is called a monster is that he has two big ones, and his head cannot even be separated from the front and back, like a round and heavy melon. He could hardly find any white spots on his body, and there were three layers of old mud inside and three layers of outer and three layers of old mud everywhere... except for the hands that overlapped on his chest.

The hands were still half a piece of metal armor, covering it from the wrist to the base of the fingers, with mottled rust and wet mud, so black that the original color could no longer be seen. The first half of the fingers exposed were neither stained with dirt nor a trace of blood. They were pale and clean, so pale and clean that they were simply a bit sick.

The lion can no longer care about whether the real sickness or not, just eat it!

It jumped to the monster's chest, lowered its head and wanted to bite it!

A light sound of metal friction suddenly sounded, and the seemingly thin and sick hands twitched suddenly, pressing one hand against its sharp teeth, and the other hand quickly touched behind it, and without saying a word, it slapped its buttocks.

The lion shouted "ao" and was as stupid as a humiliation: "..."

Before he could fight back, it was thrown aside by the monster's tail.

It opened its sharp claws and got up, trying to arch its body and pounce again, but the monster pinched its throat and pressed it tightly to the ground.

The monster gasped for a few heavy breaths, raised his spare hand and pressed it around his neck. After a sluggish metal friction sound, the shaky "head" was lifted off by him without hesitation and threw it on the ground - it was an old-style first armor wrapped in mud.

While the first armor was taken off, the rough edges hooked out a thin rope that the monster tucked under the collar, and a dark silver metal sheet was buried on it, which was engraved with the full name of the monster - Kevin Fassbender.

The lock rope between the heavy armor pieces was already broken. Kevin took almost no effort to remove the burden on his body, leaving only a set of clothes that could no longer be seen in the same shape, a short knife buckled around his waist, and a cowhide bag that fell to the ground.

The lion clamped his left hand was completely awakened and struggled desperately. Although he was not a man, his strength should not be underestimated. The sharp claws like steel blades grabbed several deep mouths on Kevin's arm, dripping blood.

Kevin took a breath in pain, frowned and said "tsk", unbuttoned the short buckle, and raised his hand to scratch it according to its neck.

As a result, the lion was anxious and suddenly burst out with an amazing force. Kevin's hand numbness and made it slip away.

It was probably clear that the man in front of him was also a cruel master. The lion had no intention of continuing to resist. He quickly took a loophole and ran away. But the young beast who was not adult escaped, and even took away Kevin's fallen cowhide bag.

Kevin: “…”

He had just crawled out of the mud, and a series of fights were almost all out of survival instinct. His limbs followed, but his mind was still a little lagging behind. He was stunned for two seconds before he remembered something in the cowhide bag. He rolled his eyes immediately, rubbed his thumb with his thumb, and chased after him.

The lion "snarled" and flew in front of him, wishing he could go directly to heaven.

However, it was useless... After all, it had been hungry for too long and had countless poisonous wounds on its body.

After a while, Kevin pulled the short knife back to his waist with one hand, and carried the lion tied with cane in the other hand, and found a relatively safe riverside and sat down. He also touched a few sour fruits along the way, picked up a handful of dry branches, and looked like he wanted to hold a rack to barbecue.

"Are you still running? Hum?" Kevin asked, patting the lion's head.

He had probably not spoken for too long, and his voice was low and hoarse. Because he was too lazy to work hard, he was almost too light to hear, but unexpectedly he felt a more scary and threatening feeling.

lion:"……"

Kevin looked through the fur on it and checked, "You don't have any marks on you? I'm not welcome if I don't... After all, I've been hungry for a long time."

There are two types of wild beasts on this continent. One is without special marks, that is, serious beasts, edible - you are their prey, of course, if you are fierce enough, you can also make them your prey.

Another type of person with tribal marks is not very serious. It is a giant orc. Looking closely, it is about tens of millions of years ago, he was a ancestor with Kevin, and he was barely half a similar type. At present, it is one of the most fierce races on the entire continent and it is not convenient to talk.

"If there is no mark, then you can only admit that you are unlucky." Kevin said cruelly with a hoarse voice.

The lion looked horrified: "!!!"

Kevin piled up dry branches and leaves, and found the flint from the cowhide bag he snatched back. He looked at the bag with a worried look on his face, and confirmed that the things inside were still intact, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately it's not broken..." He murmured, putting the cowhide bag aside, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally press it on it, and then lowered his head and rubbed the flint, intending to light a fire on the dry branches.

In just a moment, the lion, who had already accepted his fate and pretended to be dead, became alive again. He struggled a few times, and rolled around as if he wanted to take the opportunity to bite the cane and escape.

It seems as if it can escape...

Kevin was afraid that he would roll around and press into the cowhide bag, so he couldn't help but look up to scare him, but was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The lion tied up by a cane was gone in the blink of an eye. Instead, a brown-haired boy about seven or eight years old was about to break free from the loose cane. His expression was fierce, and his eyes were full of hostility when he cast a look at Kevin.

Kevin: "..." What about the serious beast that was agreed upon? Why did you become a human if you disagree?

He had a slight stomachache.

As a result, before he could come back from his surprise and stomachache, the boy grabbed his weakness first, rushed to the ground, and grabbed the cowhide bag!

"Don't touch it!" Kevin shouted!

Unfortunately it's too late...

The boy was fierce and powerful, and his desire to find a threat was also beautiful, but his hands were a little short.

Failed to catch everything, he finally slapped it on it, making a crisp "pop" sound.

Kevin: “…”

He lifted the boy's claws, thrust the cane's slip knot with his left hand, and tied the little bastard tightly; he grabbed the cowhide bag with his right hand, quickly opened the bag and slid it inside, and then pinched out a black round grain.

The thing was about the same size as a bean. At first glance, it looked like a beetle, but it was accidentally crushed. There were still some traces of smoke and golden on the side, as if it was very unfair to die.

"..." Kevin's thin face had no expression on his face, and his forehead was full of blue veins.

This inconspicuous "beetle" is called Xinsha. It is often used in wartime and is available to everyone in the army. When sneak attacks, it often relies on it to convey directional information and can still ask for help if necessary.

In order to distinguish, the colors of the letter sand used by different armies are different, and ordinary soldiers and officers are also different. As for the commander's level, a color only represents a specific person.

This thing can work by pinching it and operating it with a good vigor.

Generally speaking, soldiers were generally as happy when they saw Xinsha as if they were seeing their biological mother... except for Kevin at this time.

He held the dead Xinsha, let alone being happy, and wanted to hang up the slutty little bastard. Not only that, he guessed that the other end of the Xinsha would not be happy, maybe he was scared to death...

I have to say that to some extent, he guessed quite accurately—

In Wujin Xuan Palace, located deep in the Great Rift Valley at the northern end, there was a "bang" sound on the Xiangxiong High Platform. The old priest grabbed the hand of the Xiangxiong Pool and thrust over it straight.

The remaining two young priests were unable to react and still stared at the cluster of light that bloomed in the pool water in a daze.

"I didn't dream?! Xinsha?! Smoky golden color?!" One of the priests shouted, with his expression as if he had seen a ghost. "No, no, no, I must have remembered it wrong. Smoky golden color represents more than one person, right?!"

The other person really saw the ghost and said in a daze: "You remember correctly, the gold of smoke only represents one person. It is the bronze commander, Kevin Fassbender..."

"But...but he died many years ago!"

Half an hour later, deep in the Wujin Xuan Palace, the newly-successful emperor turned over and sat up from the bed, and his eyelids twitched and heard the eunuch shouting: "Your Majesty! The Priests' Court just reported that Commander Fassbind was cheating in the Andoha Mirage area!"
Chapter completed!