Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

Inside the deep pool, the light was dim.

In the shadows, a massive head, exuding an intimidating aura, slowly emerged from between the rocks.

The head had antlers that pointed diagonally backward, with jagged branches that exuded a sense of ruggedness.

Its surface is covered with a layer of dark black scales, which gleam with an eerie cold light in the moonlight that shines through the pool.

At first glance, its face resembles that of an ox, but it possesses a more dignified and majestic air.

Its two eyes gleamed with a greenish light, like two lanterns suspended in water, exuding a fierce aura.

The enormous head and neck rose and fell gently with the ripples in the pool, and the monster seemed to be swaying slightly, with the faint hint of a pouncing attack!

Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply. Without thinking, he immediately swam towards the surface of the water with all his might.

He had never swum so fast in his life; every muscle in his body was bursting with maximum power amidst extreme fear.

The water rushed past my ears, making a splashing sound.

Lin Feng couldn't tell whether the sound was from his own paddling or from the underwater monster approaching!

Faster!

Faster!!!

Lin Feng didn't dare to turn around, nor did he have time to.

At that moment, only one thought remained in his mind—to get out of this deep pool as soon as possible!

"Whoosh—"

Lin Feng suddenly burst out of the water, panting heavily.

He found the nearest direction and continued swimming desperately forward.

Only after scrambling to the shore in a disheveled state did his wildly beating heart gradually calm down.

He peered into the pool and looked closely, but saw only a few ripples on the water; there was no trace of the giant creature's activity.

"Did I... see wrong?" Lin Feng muttered to himself.

"No! That thing definitely exists. Is it a Jiao? Or a dragon?"

Do dragons really exist in this world?

Lin Feng quickly dismissed the idea.

Although there are many legends about dragons and jiaos in the folk of the Great Qian Dynasty.

But the dragon was originally a mythical creature imagined by the ancient Chinese people by combining the characteristics of various animals, so how could it really exist?

"Should we go down and take another look?"

Lin Feng pondered for a moment, but the thought of the underwater scene sent chills down his spine.

He ultimately decided not to go down yet and to wait until dawn.

Having escaped a life-or-death ordeal, Lin Feng felt a sense of relief, but the pain immediately surged through his body.

His body was covered in sword and knife wounds, and every part of him was in pain.

He reached down to his waist and thankfully found that the leather pouch containing the tinderbox was still there.

Lin Feng looked around and found a recessed rock wall on the west side, which would provide shelter from the wind.

He immediately gathered some flammable grass and wood and moved them to the foot of the rock wall.

"call--"

Lin Feng unscrewed the lid of the tinderbox, blew on it gently, and a cluster of flames leaped up.

Once the firewood was ignited, Lin Feng began to remove his armor, clothes, and shoes.

Wet clothes would quickly draw away body heat, and since he didn't know how long he would have to stay there, he needed to make sure he stayed warm first.

"This is……"

Lin Feng pulled something out of his pocket; it was the talisman that Du Banruo had given him, which was now badly damaged.

There was a piercing cut in the center of the amulet, and the protective charm inside was shattered into dust.

The "Yongle Tongbao" coin was also pierced and deformed.

Judging from the appearance, it was this copper coin that blocked the dagger, preventing the short blade from piercing his chest.

"Prajna, Prajna, thanks to your amulet, my life was saved."

Lin Feng touched the wound on his chest. When he fought Zheng Yan to the death earlier, the opponent's short blade had pierced through his armor, but it was blocked by the amulet on his chest, which shielded him from the fatal blow.

It's hard to say whether Du Banruo's amulet was truly effective, or whether it was the luck he had as a lucky charm.

"Where did that girl get those strange pills from?"

Lin Feng carefully placed the damaged amulet aside and wrung out the water stains from his clothes.

After taking the pills she gave him, his strength increased dramatically, and he could hold his breath underwater for an absurdly long time.

Judging from the quality of those pills, they are probably no less than the pills that the old monster, the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor, gave to Zheng Yan.

Lin Feng didn't know how old the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor was, and instinctively imagined him as a cunning and sinister old man.

"When I get back, I'll definitely ask her about it."

"Prajna's background is probably not simple... But if she truly has an extraordinary background, why would Brother Du join the army?"

Countless questions lingered in Lin Feng's mind, but he could no longer hold on.

The effects of the elixir gradually wore off, and exhaustion overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

Despite his exhaustion, Lin Feng gathered more firewood and added it to the fire.

He even set up a simple rack and put all his clothes and armor on it to dry before falling into a deep sleep.

Raymond Lam hadn't slept this soundly in a long time.

Since he first led troops out of Zhenyuan City to launch a surprise attack on Jiming City, he has been busy with work every day.

His daily thoughts revolved around how to deal with the enemy, how to outwit and outfight the northern barbarians, and how to fight to the death.

Now that his greatest enemy, Zheng Yan, has been slain at the bottom of the pool, he can finally sleep peacefully...

After an unknown amount of time, a clear bird song woke Lin Feng.

It was broad daylight, and the warm sunlight shone directly on the place he had chosen to stay.

He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight, and it took him a while to sit up from the ground.

My bones were cracking and popping, and the soreness in my muscles was getting stronger.

With ample sunlight, Lin Feng became bolder.

He first walked to the edge of the pool and looked down. The sunlight pierced through the water, greatly improving the underwater visibility.

From here, you can see that there is indeed a dark shadow on the east side of the pool, which at first glance looks like a piece of rock protruding from the cliff.

After a moment's thought, Lin Feng stretched his stiff body and then plunged into the deep pool.

The water in the pool was much warmer than it was last night after being exposed to the morning sun.

Even so, the biting cold still gave Lin Feng goosebumps.

He swam towards the east and kept diving down.

As he continued to descend, reaching a depth of about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), Lin Feng finally saw the true face of the "monster" from the previous night.

It was a black dragon-shaped stone carving, with its head and neck protruding from the rock wall, totaling more than two zhang in length.

Its head is like an ox, its antlers like a deer, its eyes like a shrimp, its mouth like a donkey, its scales like a fish, its beard like a human, and its ears like an elephant.

It was a black dragon head sculpted with remarkable realism!

Lin Feng called it a "demon dragon" last night for two reasons: first, he was terrified, and second, the dragon's eyes, made of some unknown material, shimmered with a crystalline green light in the sunlight.

The rippling water resembled a pair of prying eyes, making one's heart pound with unease.

Last night, he was intimidated by those dragon eyes, which is why he desperately fled to the shore.

Lin Feng mustered his courage and approached the dragon's head, feeling around and examining it. He even tried to pry out the stone from the dragon's eyes.

The stone and the dragon head were inlaid perfectly.

Although the dragon's eye is large, the notch that can be pried out is extremely small, making it impossible to remove.

I wonder how they managed to build this statue in the first place.

Lin Feng took two breaths, but not only was he unable to extract the stone, he also failed to find any mechanism on the dragon's head, so he had to give up.

Zheng Yan at the bottom of the pool had long lost his former ferocious appearance.

He lay peacefully on the bluestone, his skin wrinkled from being soaked in the pool water overnight.

Given the water temperature at the bottom of the pool, if no one retrieves him, Zheng Yan probably wouldn't be able to float to the surface even if he stayed in the water for ten days or half a month.

Lin Feng gathered up the Soul-Snatching Halberd, the Shadow-Bearing Sword, and the snake-shaped hidden weapons scattered around, and tied them together with Zheng Yan's corpse.

Then, carrying these items, they left the deep pool.

After Lin Feng had retrieved everything ashore, he intended to explore the mysteries of the dragon's head further, but his stomach started rumbling.

He was so hungry.

With no other option, Lin Feng had to hunt some wild animals, targeting rabbits and pheasants.

After killing them, skin them, remove the hair, and roast them over a fire. The aroma is irresistible, and they have a unique flavor.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Feng pondered for a moment and decided to cut off Zheng Yan's head and bury his body under an old tree by the pool.

Letting this wicked person serve as fertilizer for the old tree can be considered a good deed.

Lin Feng spent two days at the bottom of the cliff, recuperating while investigating the secrets of the dragon's head.

He looked the dragon's head up and down but found no mechanisms or other objects.

He could only attribute it to the wonders of nature.

Or perhaps someone carved this lifelike dragon head here.

Clearly, the latter is more likely.

Having rested and recovered, and having investigated everything that needed to be investigated, Lin Feng, carrying his spoils and food, officially embarked on his journey home.