Beast Tamer, Wither Skeleton's Storm Journey

At this time, at the city gate outside the Woodland Mansion, at the city gate between the two plunderer outposts, a large group of people were walking out of the city gate.

The leading summoner rode a mutant ravager in front, followed by two rows of guards wearing enchanted golden armor, riding horses, and holding enchanted iron axes.

Hundreds of plunderer cavalrymen followed closely behind, all of them wearing iron armor, in addition there were dozens of plundering beast cavalrymen.

The team marched out of the city gate in a mighty procession and headed outside the city. The defenders on the city wall watched the large army leave the city.

"This is the Fourth Brigade. They have already left. Close the city gates!"

A guard in golden armor watched the last plunderer walk out of the city gate, gave an order, watched the gate close, nodded slightly, and looked at the armored plunderer beside him.

"You, give the order to speed up the rotation of the outposts outside the city. Rotate once every six hours."

"We are a battalion on guard, and the brothers are very tired. Speed ​​up the rotation so that they can all be in good spirits!"

"As ordered!"

The Ironclad Predator stood up, responded loudly, and then left quickly.

After the golden-armored guard gave the order, he was about to leave. At this moment, a warning suddenly came from the outpost near the city gate.

"Don't move! Who are you?"

The golden-armored guard stopped when he heard this, turned around, walked to the edge of the city wall and looked down.

A slovenly, dirty, gray-white figure holding a fire stick, like a wild man, stood at the city gate.

He seemed unable to stand straight, and his legs were shaking.

When the golden-armored guard saw the figure, he felt that it looked familiar, but after looking for a long time he still couldn't figure out who it was.

However, after the man under the city wall shouted, the golden-armored guard remembered.

"You bunch of idiots! Open your watery eyes wide and take a good look at who I am."

The messenger of disaster was leaning on his staff, like an old lady who was about to die, but he was merciless and cursed loudly.

"This is the messenger. Didn't he go to receive another tribe? Why did he come back by himself?"

The golden-armored guard looked at the figure below and patted the plunderer beside him.

"Go down and open the door. Don't keep the envoy waiting for too long."

After the golden-armored guard finished speaking, he picked up his axe and walked down the city wall.

"You should open the door for me immediately and give me clean clothes and food. This is what you should do!"

The messenger watched the door open, walked forward, and sprayed the plunderer in front of him with his mouth, which had not been brushed for a month.

"......"

The armored plunderer was speechless for a moment because of the stench coming from the messenger, and his face twitched.

"What's that expression on your face? Are you disgusted with me?"

When the messenger of disaster saw the increasingly painful expression on the plunderer's face, he became even angrier and actually reached out to grab him.

"Ahem, um, Mr. Messenger, please come with us. Mr. Apostle is not here at the moment, and Mr. Witch is in the Witch Tower..."

When the plunderer saw the messenger trying to grab him, he took two steps back with a strong desire to survive and said quickly:

"Are you disgusted with me?"

The messenger came up to the plunderer and glared at him, his mouth studded with gold teeth emitting a stench like a cesspool.

"No, sir."

The plunderer, whose face was touched by the messenger, tilted his head back and subconsciously wanted to move away, but mentally he forced himself to stay where he was and not retreat.

"You're definitely complaining about my stinking odor!"

The messenger's foul saliva sprayed the face of the plunderer who opened the city gate.

"But sir.. you really stink, ugh~"

The looter, who was sprayed with saliva, couldn't bear it anymore. He dropped his crossbow, held onto the wall beside him and began to vomit.

The messenger's face darkened, and he raised his hand to continue spraying

"Okay, Nelson, stop talking nonsense here. Aren't you ashamed?"

The witch Nesa came over and scolded the messenger of disaster in a cold voice. She looked him up and down with her light blue eyes, then changed the subject and joked.

"You went out to pick up your compatriots, but why did you come back alone? And you look like a dead man."

"Did he pick up Siren and chew her halfway?"

The disaster messenger Nelson's face froze, but he didn't dare to be too angry with Nesa. He could only say

"That Siren thing, are you sure it wasn't biting me?"

“Nessa, has anyone ever told you that you have a really vicious tongue?”

Witch Nessa shook her head and smiled inexplicably

"No, you're the first one. You're so brave."

Nelson's face froze. He had almost forgotten what a vicious woman this woman was. Her heart was probably smaller than a chrysanthemum. If such a woman bore a grudge against him, he would at least be skinned alive.

"Okay, Nesa, I'll go wash up and go meet the Apostle when I'm done."

After Nelson finished speaking, he limped away with his crutches. The witch Nessa looked at his back, fanned the air in front of her with disdain, and muttered:

"Who castrated him? What a waste..."

With a cold snort, Nesa picked up her witch skirt and left.

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On the other side, outside the walls of the Woodland Mansion, on a forest path more than six thousand blocks away from the Plunderer Outpost.

The Fourth Battalion, which had just left the city, was passing through here in a mighty manner. The only sounds around were the footsteps of horses and the collision of armors, and no other sounds.

After the large group passed by, a snow-white chicken head emerged from the grass beside the road, followed by a wither skull, and next to the skull was Su Mingli.

“Silla, is that the army? It feels so oppressive!”

goo~

"Snowball, don't scream. I think that should be the army of Woodland Mansion. It looks like there are a lot of people~"

Silla said, what he cared about most in his eyes was the equipment on those people.

"If you are so wealthy, you must have diamonds!"

Su Mingli looked at Silla

"Well, last time we dug for almost four days and only found a few golds, and we all died in the end. Are you sure there might be some?"

"Yes, we have it!"

Silla watched the army of disaster villagers walk away, took Su Mingli back to the jungle, and pulled back Snowball who had been sticking his head out to watch the show.

"What do we do now?"

Brasai, who was waiting in the forest, looked at Silla and Su Mingli who had returned and asked

"You stay here with Snowball. Su Mingli and I will be back soon."

After Silla gave the instructions, he took some items from the box on Snowball's back and left with Su Mingli.

......

At this time, at an outpost outside the walls of Woodland Mansion, four armored raiders were standing guard.

At this moment, the plunderer who was observing the surroundings from the top of the watchtower suddenly felt a stomachache. He wanted to endure it, but the pain got worse and worse.

Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer and went downstairs to find the team leader.

"What? You have a stomachache? You useless thing, Lance, you go with Yaluo, and come back soon!"

Two armored raiders quickly ran to the jungle nearby, with the raider leader's curses lingering behind them.

After entering the jungle, Yaluo found a pit, took off his armor and pants, squatted down and started to defecate.

"Look at you, you can get a stomachache just by eating something, and you even got me scolded for it!"

Lance stared at Yaluo who was running wild, and complained:

Whoosh!

Before Lance could finish his words, a huge arrow suddenly shot over and instantly pierced Lance's throat. The huge inertia nailed it to a big tree nearby.

The arrow was stained with flames and Lance was burned by the fire, turning into a mummy.

Yaluo's body froze as he was defecating. He heard a whooshing sound in front of him and a black skull face came into view.

"hello!"

The last thing Yaluo saw was the blade that was slashing at him, and this light greeting.