Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

Ulemon, who had been sitting calmly and chatting as usual, suddenly looked a little uneasy.

He got up directly, without greeting anyone, and went to the back of the tent, where he found a knight washing a horse.

The knight had just returned with his prey, galloping all the way, his horse sweating profusely, steam billowing from its nostrils.

Upon seeing Ulemon approach, he immediately stood up: "Greetings, Chieftain!"

"Were these animals really hunted by the Yan people?"

"There is a remarkable man among the people of Yan who hunted many prey at the foot of the mountain, and there are still many more that he hasn't had time to bring over." The knight couldn't hide his admiration for the man as he spoke.

"The Great Yan also has such extraordinary people; the old man wasn't exaggerating." Ulemon frowned and said, "Go out now and tell everyone that no more game is allowed to be brought here."

"This...isn't this a bit against the rules?" The knight looked troubled; the barbarians valued honor above all else.

"Go when I tell you to, and don't delay!" Ulemon said with a dark face.

"Yes." The knight dared not disobey, immediately mounted his mount, and galloped out of the camp.

Ulemon returned, drinking heartily and chatting as usual.

……

Shen Ying was stunned by what she saw.

Everyone behind her was stunned by what they saw.

Gazelle, wild boar, wild dog, yellow wolf, leopard...

These exceptionally fierce and coveted prey are now lying on the ground as if they were free.

Crows circled in the sky, and a strange fragrance filled the air.

Shen Ying felt as if she were in a dream.

Are all of these true?

Are all of these true?

He still hadn't woken up until he saw Li Qingshan, who had been squatting, stand up.

"These...are all the prey you hunted?"

"Um...I guess so."

"What do you mean by 'considered'? You clearly said you couldn't hunt, and I've been following you for so long, and you haven't caught a single prey."

"Did I say that?" Li Qingshan scratched his head. "Hunting depends on luck. Maybe I just happened to be lucky today."

Shen Ying stared intently at Li Qingshan, knowing that this couldn't be explained by luck.

No wonder Uncle Zhou regarded it as his trump card and was extremely confident in it.

This is an incredibly strong trump card.

Looking at the prey scattered all over the ground, she suddenly realized that with these prey, Da Yan had already won.

Being able to defeat the barbarians on the grasslands, in what they excel at, must be an exceptionally exhilarating experience.

She swept away her gloom and suddenly became beaming with joy.

"Get these to Lake Sainte quickly, and we'll win this time."

Zhang Ada and the others cheered.

"Yes," Li Qingshan said. "However, there were knights coming just now, but no one is coming to transport the prey now."

"It must be a trick by the barbarians. They don't want to see us defeat them!" Shen Ying guessed instantly.

"Hey bro, what do you think we should do now?"

"What did you call me?" Shen Ying immediately perked up.

"What?" Li Qingshan was a little confused.

He didn't recognize me!

Shen Ying, who had lost confidence, suddenly became invigorated.

This shows that his disguise was successful.

Suddenly, she found Li Qingshan more pleasing to the eye, pointed to the prey on the ground, and said, "Then let's carry this prey back."

"There's only half an hour left, is that enough time?" Li Qingshan glanced at the sun in the sky.

"We can only hurry, and whether we can make it in time is something we'll only know after we try."

Without Shen Ying's prompting, the group had already begun to move, transporting the prey from the ground.

"Do they have any containers on them to collect some wild animal blood for me?" Li Qingshan asked.

"What do you need these for?" Shen Ying asked, puzzled.

"Folk remedies can cure serious illnesses."

Shen Ying sighed softly; these pioneers were still too ignorant.

"I'll find some water sacs and collect some blood from each wild animal."

"Good brother, thank you for your trouble. You guys go first, I still have some things to take care of."

Hearing the words "good brother" made Shen Ying feel sweeter than if she had eaten honey.

The hunting party, whether carrying one on their shoulders or several people lifting one, raced towards the Lake of Saintess before nightfall.

Li Qingshan came to the cave alone, preparing to clean the longevity flesh that had been kneaded into a mud ball.

The cave was pitch black, and because many prey had been killed there that day, there was a pungent, fishy smell in the air.

Li Qingshan picked up the mud ball from the ground and heard a rustling sound in his ear, as if something was stirring in the dark cave.

He shook his head, carried the mud ball to the outside of the cave, first smashed it with a stone, then dug a hole with a shovel to bury it, only then was he at ease.

Then, he ran in the direction where Shen Ying and the others had left.

On the hillside, Bald Salt reined in his horse and stood watching the Yan people in the distance, who were carrying their prey and running wildly.

He had already received a message from his father that he would no longer transport game to Da Yan, but he never expected that they would choose this method.

It may be clumsy, but it's effective.

This time, the five tribes of the grasslands actually lost.

Moreover, they lost to the gentle and uncouth Southerners.

How will the barbarians ever be able to hold their heads high again?

There's no time to report now; we must make a decision as soon as possible.

He gripped the hilt of his sword, suddenly drew his saber, pointed ahead, and said, "Intercept them! Don't let them reach the Lake of the Virgin."

The knights behind him were all startled.

"What, you want to disobey orders?!"

"Your Highness, if you do this, where is the honor of the barbarians? How can we maintain our standing on the grasslands?"

"Is it glorious to be defeated by the Southerners?" Bald Salt's saber gleamed coldly. "For the glory of the grasslands, I'm willing to bear the blame. Are you willing too?"

All the knights looked up in unison: "We are willing to follow the Great Prince's Queen!"

hiss!

With a long neigh, a troop of cavalry galloped towards Shen Ying and her companions.

"Oh no! They're trying to ambush us. Those barbarians are utterly despicable!"

Shen Ying suddenly realized something and immediately gave the order: "One team carries the prey and goes first, the rest of you stay behind with me to cover the rear."

At this point, the group was leaderless, and although no one knew her identity, they subconsciously followed her instructions.

But two feet are no match for four. Bald Salt and his men surrounded them, and none of them escaped.

……

On the shores of Lake Sainte, the people appeared to be drinking heartily, but they were all focused on the sun in the sky.

At this moment, a member of the tribe stepped onto the high platform and whispered a few words in Ulemon's ear.

Ulemon's eyes lit up instantly; Ah Yan was truly decisive.

A man should have this kind of magnanimity; when it's time to be ruthless, he should be ruthless.

The weight lifted from his shoulders, and he raised his cup to the King of the Northern Border: "Honored guest, please drink this cup to the brim."

The King of the North knew that Ulemon must have received some news, but now he was on the grasslands, and he was practically deaf and blind.

He looked at the pile of beasts in front of him. In fact, they were not much different from the five tribes of the grassland. Even if they sent another wild beast, they would still have a chance to win.

Do I still have a chance?

At this moment, another cavalryman approached Ulemon, seemingly about to report something in a low voice.

"What are you whispering about? Are you afraid to talk about barbarian matters?" the Northern King said irritably.

"Speak, say it out loud." Ulemon calmly raised his wine glass. As long as Ayan intercepted the Southerners, any news would be good news.

"Reporting to the clan chief, the Southerners are hunting the sacred beast under the command of the Lord of Red Bones."

"What?!"

Ulemon suddenly stood up, his ivory wine cup falling to the ground, spilling the murky wine everywhere.