Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

"do not know."

"Where are you from?"

"I don't know."

…………Both sides fell silent for a moment. Claude didn't know what to say. He looked helplessly at the girl he had caught on the ground.

This child obviously lacks common sense, and I don't know how she grew up like this. Claude thought for a while and continued to talk to her.

"I'll let you go, but you don't want to hit me, okay?"

The girl nodded vigorously.

Claude held out a hand.

"Come on, pinky promise."

"What does this mean?" The girl seemed very curious.

"This is an agreement. Once an agreement is reached, both parties cannot violate it."

Claude stretched out his hand and made a pinky promise, and the girl's hands, which were tied behind her back, did the same.

Hook your pinky finger with your partner's pinky finger and pull it twice.

"Okay, we have reached an agreement, I will let you go now." As he spoke, Claude deftly untied the belts that bound her hands and feet.

The girl successfully gained freedom. She sat up and cautiously took two steps back, squatting at the entrance of the cave. Although she was obviously wary of Claude, she did not attack him. At her feet was a large bundle of weapons tied in a black bag. These weapons were of all kinds, including battle axes, short knives, and spears. They looked very heavy.

But she lifted these things up easily and put them on her back. She still looked at Claude vigilantly and backed away, trying to leave.

"Goo~~"

A loud sound came from the girl's abdomen, and she also showed a very uncomfortable expression, covering her stomach. Claude looked at her, and suddenly his heart moved.

A loaf of bread wrapped in paper was suddenly handed to her. The girl looked up and saw Claude.

"If you're hungry, eat this."

The girl opened her mouth to say something, but her hand involuntarily grabbed the bread. Then she quickly opened the package and bit the bread. She ate very quickly, finishing the two pieces of bread in a few bites. But her hunger didn't seem to diminish at all, and her eyes involuntarily stared at Claude's package again.

Claude hesitated for a moment, but seeing the pitiful look in the child's eyes, he took out another piece of bread and handed it to her. This time, she didn't last long, and she finished it again, and then looked at Claude with that look again.

Claude found it interesting, so he took another piece of bread and handed it to her. Seeing her wolfing down the food, her cheeks were bulging with food, which made her look particularly cute, and he felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure in his heart. His flat stomach was like a bottomless pit. He ate several pieces of bread and dried meat in a row, which could make Claude full, but she still showed no sign of being full.

"hungry."

"Give."

"Still hungry."

"Give."

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Looking at the half-empty package, Claude was a little overwhelmed. The food was supposed to last them a week, but the child ate half of it in just half an hour. And she looked at herself as if she was not full yet.

Claude zipped up the package in one go.

"Not much, not much."

As he spoke, he put the backpack on his back, and the child finally withdrew her gaze.

After successfully defending the remaining food, Claude finally had the mood to pay attention to the surrounding environment. He looked at the cave in front of him. This cave was obviously not formed naturally. It sloped downward and went straight into the mountain. The inner wall was covered with traces of digging tools.

"Why are you staying here? Is this cave your home?" Claude was curious and asked the girl next to him.

"No, but there's something in here that can be used for cooking."

Claude looked at the cave and his curiosity was successfully aroused.

The makeshift torches illuminated the cave, which was a wide cave. Claude looked at the daily necessities around him. There were not only simple beds made of wooden boards, but also many pots and pans. He immediately understood that everyone in the village down the mountain had come here.

The various items around were not covered with dust, proving that they had been used recently, but where had the people gone? He did not see anyone along the way.

After a closer look, he felt something was wrong before passing a bed. The beds in other places were simply made of a few wooden boards, but this bed looked complete. It was not suspended from the bottom, but sealed, just like the bed he used to sleep on at home. After groping around on the bed, he soon found a bulge under the bed board, grabbed it, and pried it apart with force.

The bed bounced up, revealing the basement below. A smell came, and Claude was very familiar with this smell, it was the smell of blood, and it had been there for a while. He drew the long sword at his waist calmly and stepped onto the stairs going down.

A New Beginning: Chapter 31: Compassion

The cave is not suitable for human habitation, not only because it is cold and damp, but also because there is no sunlight. Given the human body, living here will quickly make you weak and sick. The reason why the villagers gave up the warm and dry villages and came here to live is worth pondering.

Feet in black leather boots stepped down the stairs one by one. In the empty tunnel, no sound could be heard at all, it was like a dead silent grave.

The postscript of the eagle's successor written by the world-weary Xinzhong is completed

The sharp blade was hidden inside the cloak to prevent its reflection from revealing his arrival to the enemy in advance. The increasingly strong smell of blood at the tip of his nose made Claude's face more and more solemn. With such a strong smell, at least 5 or 6 people bled dry here.

Before going down the tunnel, he took off his leg armor in advance and walked down in his leather boots, just to prevent the sound of his iron boots stepping on the ground from alerting the other party, and the person who caused the massacre might not have left yet. The torch was also left there, and relying on the firelight coming from the corner in front, he approached there gently.

Stand at the corner and stick your head out slightly.

What appeared in front of him was a wide open space, which was obviously dug by humans. The ground was very flat, and there were many grooves carved on it. Next to the node where each groove intersected with other grooves, there was a wooden pole with a candle stuck on it. Of course, these were not the main points. The important thing was the bodies lying on the ground, whose blood had completely filled the wide grooves.

Claude walked out from the corner and walked towards the field. No one was still standing there. They were basically all dead. They were all wearing old clothes with many patches on them. They didn't look like rich people. They had been dead for quite some time. Their blood had already coagulated and become sticky. It made a sticky sound when you stepped on it with your boots.

The grooves on the ground gathered in the middle, forming a huge pattern that looked like a magic circle. In the center of this formation, there was a sword.

Looking at this very déjà vu scene, Claude frowned immediately. He had fought for more than 60 years and had seen many things that ordinary people would never see in their lifetime. He had seen this scene before. In that world, there were many followers of evil gods who advocated absurd statements such as the theory of world destruction all day long. In that era full of war, people with extremely depressed hearts were often willing to believe in such things.

One of the reasons why the powerful empire could not completely wipe them out was because the evil god they believed in was real. This evil existence could always mess up the brains of one or two people in the corners, causing a little trouble for the empire. Often after they were completely wiped out, another group would emerge within two years.

Claude had destroyed many such places, and many cultists in these places would hold blood sacrifices. The brains of these cultists were basically burned out, and they did not have the rationality that normal people should have. They hoped to use their blood to exchange for the arrival of the evil god.

Coming to the long sword stuck in the middle of the field, Claude looked at it carefully. This sword was a standard knight's two-handed long sword. It had a sharp blade and a sharp sword tip, and a cross-grid guard. But what was more eye-catching was that a demon's skull was carved in the middle of his sword guard. The skull was silver-white, and a pair of twisted long horns extended towards the blade.

There were two thorns bitten between the sharp teeth of the skull, and the two ends of the thorns were wrapped around the sword guard. There were complicated patterns on the whole sword. It looked extremely ferocious, evil and magnificent.

The blood on the ground flowed along the grooves to the bottom of the sword, then spread upward along the lines on the blade, and finally flowed into the mouth of the demon skull.

As a knight who has used weapons all his life, Claude's love for weapons is engraved in his bones. Seeing this obviously extraordinary long sword, he was also somewhat aroused. Of course, he did not touch the sword rashly, after all, it did not look like a good thing.

After a brief thought, Claude drew out his sword. No matter what the sword was used for, it would at least stop him from going any further.

The long sword hit the sword guard as accurately as lightning. At the moment of stabbing, the wrist shook. The ominous sword was brought out from the ground and fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

Almost the moment it left the blood, the sword began to tremble. It clanged on the ground, like a living thing trying to return to the blood. Claude kicked hard, sending the sword out of the field and stuck in the wall. After doing all this, Claude did not pay attention to it anymore, but carefully examined the place.

Looking at the body lying on the ground, he sighed in his heart. He began to search the body, trying to find some clues. After a while, he found a booklet in front of a middle-aged man in the front. This booklet was placed in a very conspicuous place, as if he deliberately wanted people to find it.

He shook off the blood and prayed that the words inside were still readable. He opened it and saw that it was a diary, which surprised Claude. He didn't expect that there were people who could write in this village. Due to some well-known reasons, the literacy rate of the people outside the mobile city in this world is very low. The handwriting on the diary in front of him was crooked and often corrected. It seemed that this person was not very proficient in writing.

I leaned over to the torch next to me and began to read in the dim light. There was no date written on this diary, as if the person who wrote it did not know the exact time.

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Today those people came again, and they took away half of our food again. No one dared to say anything, after all, they had weapons in their hands, and they were stained with blood. Maybe they had killed many people! As long as we save the remaining food and eat only once a day, we should be able to hold on until the next harvest.

I don’t know what to do, and I’m afraid those people will come again, but as the chief of this village, I have to keep everyone alive.

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Those people are endless, they come again! Cecima died today, they really dare to kill people! Today, not only did they take food, but they also took away all the valuables they could find in the village. Cecima just couldn't bear to part with her dowry necklace, so she was hacked to death. ... (A large piece of messy notes, the writer's fingers seem to be shaking.)

We can't stay here any longer, or we'll die here sooner or later! And we don't have enough food left, so we have to find a place to hide. We must not be found by those guys again.

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We decided to move to the cave on the top of the mountain tonight. It was the cave excavated by our ancestors. It is said that they lived there before. The remaining food is too little. I don't know how many days we can survive. If we can't survive, what will happen to the children?

There are always people who are reluctant to give up their little things. Are they crazy? Don't they know we are running for our lives? I am really mad! I scolded those idiots who didn't know the importance of the matter severely and drove them away.

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The cave was also very damp, but there was good news. We found a patch of mushrooms that grew on the inside of the cave, where there was a little soil. We were not sure if the mushrooms were edible, so we caught a small creature and let it eat first. Fortunately, the mushrooms were not poisonous and grew very fast, so we could hold on for a while. When those people were no longer interested in our village, we could go back.

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Today a child got sick. He kept coughing and his face turned pale, but we couldn't do anything. The gang stayed in the village and we didn't dare to go out. We could only hope that the child could get through it. But I know it's hard. It's too cold and too humid here.

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he died.

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It's over! We're done! Those guys found us! I don't know how they did it, but they have sealed the cave. We can't get out. We will starve to death in there! No matter how we beg for mercy, they don't respond. They just keep laughing. What a bunch of devils! ! !

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There were only 8 of us left. The others were dead. We put the bodies deep in the cave. It was cold there and they should rot more slowly. We didn't have the energy to dig graves for them. The mushrooms in the cave didn't grow anymore because we ate them too fast. We were starving now. I decided to continue exploring inside, hoping to find some more mushrooms.

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I didn't find the mushroom...but I found a place...This thing can't possibly keep us alive, but if it's real, at least there's a chance it can avenge us. ...I told everyone about my idea. No one opposed me. We were all going to starve to death here anyway...At least this way we could die more comfortably.

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Claude turned to the last page, which had a few words written on it:

"Whoever finds this sword, please take it, please take it, as long as you avenge us, you can take it, it is a good sword. It is a good sword. I have never seen a sharper sword than it. If you avenge us, you can have it. Please don't deceive us, don't deceive us... Please have mercy, my lord."

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"We're watching you in the sword."

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Looking at this last sentence, which was smeared with blood from his fingers, Claude fell silent. He wiped the blood off the diary with a cloth, wrapped it up and put it in his waist bag.

Without saying a word, he came to the long sword that pierced the wall. The sword was still trembling slightly. Claude reached out and grasped the gorgeous hilt inlaid with gold thread. He looked at the sword from left to right, looking at its shining cold blade, its bloody pattern, and its hideous demon skull.

Staring directly at his own reflection in the blade, Claude spoke.

"I swear this by the honor of the Lord of the Legion. I will settle the injustice done to you and stain this sword with the blood of sin."

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"I will grant you... mercy."

The trembling of the sword finally stopped.

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The girl, or rather the girl, with long yellow hair was squatting on the stone at the entrance, in a daze. Logically, she should have left. After all, she was just caught by someone, although she was finally released. In such a dangerous wilderness, they should leave immediately. But there was a voice in her heart, telling her that the man just now was not a bad person and would not hurt her.

Also, she was hungry.

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Her eyes could not help but look at the package beside her, but she was just caught, so she didn't dare to do anything now, but as time went by, it was not certain. As she looked at the package more and more times, just when she was about to lose her patience, there was a sound of heavy and powerful footsteps coming from the bottom of the stairs.

A tall black man came up from below, carrying a corpse on his back.

The girl stared at him blankly, without any special reaction to the corpse on his shoulder. This was something she saw often.

Claude looked at the girl. He was a little surprised that she hadn't left yet. She stared at him intently, and he understood what she meant instantly.

"Come and help me. After you're done, I'll give you something to eat."

"Good!" The child jumped up from the ground.

Claude looked at the girl and raised his little finger.

The child learned quickly, and she immediately stretched out her little finger and hooked it with his.

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Claude took out his portable mobile terminal and started to contact his companions.

"Did you manage it? Did you find our food?" the wife said.

"It's not important. You have to be careful. There may be people around who may attack you. I will be back in a while."

Claude quickly changed the subject and dodged the dirt that was dug up nearby.

"Okay, got it." Xinteleya suddenly became serious and didn't say anything more.

After hanging up the phone, someone suddenly pulled his cloak. Claude turned his head and saw that there were already more than a dozen pits dug nearby. The girl who pulled Claude wiped the dirt off the blade of the spear in her hand with some distress.

Claude looked at the pits carefully and felt that the size was fine, so he called the girl on the ground.

"Let's go and work."

The girl followed without hesitation.