Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

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One month later, in a wilderness far away from the mobile city, someone was bidding farewell to Claude.

Margaret looked at Claude with an inexplicable emotion in her eyes.

"Claude, you've helped me so much, I really don't know how to repay you. What's more, I used your honor..."

Claude raised his hand and smiled to stop Margaret from saying the next thing. "Margaret, don't feel guilty about me. I did this just because I wanted to. You don't have to feel indebted to me."

Margaret took a breath, and when she opened her eyes again, her expression had returned to normal. She said to Claude with a very serious expression, "Will I be able to see you again in the future?"

Claude smiled and said, "Of course, it won't be long before we meet again."

A slightly older-looking but very elegant female knight said to Claude: "Mr. Claude, you are a very outstanding young man. It's a pity that we didn't discover you earlier."

"You are too kind, Grand Knight Commander. With you all here, this country doesn't need someone like me."

After saying that, Claude smiled and looked at the white-haired girl next to him.

"So where are you going, miss?"

Cintrea looked at Claude. "What choice do I have? Take me with you."

"It's my great pleasure."

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Claude turned to his only apprentice Maria and said, "Maria, I have been your cheap master for so long but I haven't really taught you much. The method I told you to train yourself should still be useful as long as you practice diligently. Of course, you can also do something you are better at and like more."

Maria said with a bright smile, "I understand, Master. When you come back, I will become a famous mechanic."

"Don't slack off on your swordsmanship!" Claude added helplessly. "Of course!!" Maria's face suddenly turned red.

"And you guys, come and have a drink with me when I come back." Claude shouted to Old Martin and the others who were drinking with him.

"Come on, just one glass at a time, who wants to drink with you?" Claude showed a rare trace of embarrassment on his face.

"Okay, let's go, you're going to do something big. I knew you wouldn't stay here for long," Old Martin laughed and drove him away. "By the way, there's this. I've already taken care of your weapons for you. The Originium circuit was made by Maria." Koval also threw a weapon bag full of weapons over.

Claude put his things next to the seat of the SUV, leaned out and waved vigorously to everyone.

After fastening the seat belt, Claude was ready to start the car and leave. Xinteleya suddenly thought of something and asked, "Can you drive?"

Claude grinned. "This thing can be driven away just by momentum, not to mention that I just practiced for two hours and have mastered it completely."

Xinteleya’s face turned pale. “That is to say…”

"Yeah, I just started practicing."

The off-road vehicle raised a huge cloud of dust and drove away, carrying with it Xinteleya's scream.

"If you can't open it, let me do it! Aaaaaaaaaah!!!"

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The off-road vehicle drove smoothly in the wilderness, and Claude's feet skillfully switched between various operating mechanisms. It was a joke to say that he couldn't drive it. Claude mastered the operation of the machine very easily. After all, he would not lose his temper with the machine, and he basically would not get tired. Compared with taking care of a griffin, it was still relatively easy.

"Have you really decided? I'm going to the icy plains of Ursus, where there aren't any good conditions."

"I've made up my mind. The No-Hero Alliance can't deal with you, but they can deal with a nobody like me. I can't stay in that city anymore. Besides, I see that you're not the kind of boss who would kill you after you've done your job, so I'm here to follow you." Xinteleya lay on the seat of the car. She was wearing a very short top, revealing her slender and strong waist.

"Oh, okay, then you will be my first subordinate." Claude looked straight ahead with a slight smile on his lips.

As night fell, they found a sheltered place to camp, between three huge rocks, and drove the car outside to block the wind.

We lit a bonfire and heated up some dry food for dinner.

"We will take turns on duty tonight. You will be on duty for the first half of the night, and I will be on duty for the second half. Wake me up later."

After seeing the other party nod, Claude covered himself with a blanket without saying anything and successfully fell asleep in just three minutes, breathing evenly. The girl was speechless when she saw the tall boy fall asleep so quickly and peacefully. He really trusted her.

Amid the crackling of the flames and the firewood, Xinteleya sat bored on the stone, with her intricate longbow on her knees, her chin supported by one hand, staring at the fire in a daze.

As time passed, Xintelaiya's attention was involuntarily attracted by the sleeping Claude. She seemed to have just noticed that Claude had a pair of very long legs, strong and well-proportioned, which took up more than half of the area of ​​the cave. This pair of long legs that were perfectly proportioned to his body made her, as a girl, a little jealous.

"Tsk, no wonder he can run so fast..."

Time passed quickly, and the fire in the fire was about to go out. Xintelaiya found some dry firewood and continued to add it. She silently estimated the time in her heart, and prepared to wake the other party up in two hours. The bow in her hand always had an arrow. Xintelaiya was not some ignorant fool. She knew how dangerous it was outside the mobile city, full of various beasts and scavengers infected by Originium.

The time has come. If I wake him up now, I can still sleep for a few more hours. Xinteleya thought to herself, and then she came to Claude's side and looked down at him. Suddenly, she had an idea and stretched out her fingers to the other's black horse ears. Before her fingers touched the pair of black and shiny ears, they began to tremble. She found it interesting and smiled, and couldn't help but stretch her hand up again.

A slender and strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. Claude's eyes, which had opened at some point, seemed to be flashing with the cold light of a sword. After he saw clearly that it was her, the light in his eyes faded.

Letting go of her hand, Claude sat up, folded his blanket at a very fast speed, and made room for her.

"Next time just call me and don't get so close." Claude warned her.

Hinterea got under the blanket without saying a word. She felt her face burning hot and her heartbeat was very fast. She was worried that Claude would notice her actions. She tossed and turned for half an hour before she slowly fell asleep.

The cold wind in the early morning blew on Xinteleia's face and woke her up. She got up with sleepy eyes. Claude had already started to prepare. He put out the fire, folded up the blankets, and put the supplies into the car. After doing all this, he turned to Xinteleia and said, "Are you awake? It's time to set off."

The morning sun shone from behind him, shining through his jet-black hair and dyeing his entire body a light golden color. Xinteleya was suddenly stunned, and then quickly came to her senses.

"Well, okay." She had a faint smile on her face.

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There are no roads in most places in this world, because even if there are, they will be destroyed by natural disasters very quickly, and no one will do this thankless task over time. Only some economically developed mobile cities will build some roads in places they often pass through to facilitate the development of their own economy and trade.

Because of the poor road conditions outside the city, most cars driving in the city will have wide tires and a high chassis to improve stability on bad road conditions.

But this does not mean that driving in the wild will be a comfortable experience. No matter how powerful the suspension system is, it cannot cope with the scattered ground destroyed by natural disasters. Just like now, the bumps in these places are very large. Every time they pass over a stone or drive through a narrow ditch, a huge force will come from under them, throwing them up, and then falling heavily back to the seat. After a day of bumps, their bodies are very tired.

When the sun went down, they didn't find a suitable place to camp. The whole wilderness was flat and there was no shelter. With no choice, they decided to spend the night in the car. Claude was still on duty in the second half of the night.

In the late night, Claude was poking the campfire with a wooden stick. His hand suddenly stopped and the horse ears on his head trembled slightly.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the stick flew out and hit the blanket of the sleeping Cinderella. She did not react at all, but Claude clearly heard her breathing change.

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"Ah!!" With a shrill scream, the black shadow crawling on the ground was nailed to the ground.

This scream suddenly disturbed the silent night. Several dark figures suddenly stood up from the ground. Before they could make any move, a sharp arrow suddenly shot through the head of one of them.

The huge force of the arrow sent him flying backwards. The remaining people saw this and rushed forward with gritted teeth.

Two more arrows were fired in quick succession, hitting the heads of two people accurately. The only remaining person rushed to Claude, but was suddenly attracted by the screams of his companions behind him. Before he could turn his head to look, the sharp sword cut his shoulder in two. Before a large amount of blood could spurt out, Claude nimbly jumped back and avoided the spray of blood mist.

He took a branch from the blazing campfire and used the bright light from it to examine the attacker's appearance.

These people were all wearing very ragged clothes, and some were simply wrapped in animal skins. They tied some discarded iron sheets or wooden boards with ropes to the vital parts of their bodies as a defense that was better than nothing. The weapons in their hands were some wooden sticks with nails, or rough iron axes that looked like they were made by themselves.

"It's the scavengers." Xinteleya said beside him. "Yes, it seems we can't stay here any longer, let's leave first."

Javelins and arrows were recovered from the scavengers. They did not have much loot on them, and defeating them would only yield garbage, so few people would provoke them.

After extinguishing the bonfire and collecting supplies, Claude said to the girl next to him in the Mercedes SUV, "Sleep a little longer while the road is still flat." Hinterea nodded, covered herself with the blanket, put down the seat, and fell asleep on it.

This time, the girl was awakened by a heavy bump and her head hit the car door hard.

She sat up, rubbing her forehead. The sun was already high outside. Before she could come to her senses, the car suddenly stopped. Claude got out of the car, put his hands on his head, and looked into the distance. After a while, he seemed to see something and called Xinteleya to come to his side.

"Look at that." With Claude's instructions, Xinteleya's excellent eyesight allowed her to clearly see three small animals 200 meters away. They had brown fur and a short horn, and their four slender legs looked very good at running. They also had a pair of long ears that moved alertly from side to side.

"Are you sure?" Hearing Claude's question, Cintrea curled her lips in disdain. "Of course, anyone with a bit of skill can do it." After saying that, she raised the bow in her hand slightly and pulled the bow to its full length, and the complex pulley mechanism on it made a creaking sound.

He let go, and the arrow flew out, like a black meteor, and accurately hit a small animal that was grazing. Its companions were frightened and fled in all directions.

He quickly drew out another arrow, put it on the bow, drew the bow to its full draw, and shot it. A small animal that was running at full speed fell down.

"Okay, that's enough." Claude ran over happily and took the prey back.

He quickly lit a bonfire, skinned the prey with a dagger, removed the internal organs that could not be processed, cut a branch, skewered the prey on it, and roasted it over the fire.

This kind of wild prey has very little fat on its body, so if it is roasted directly, it will be very dry. But if it is dried into jerky, it can be preserved for a long time.

Collect the fat from the two prey together, put it in a small bowl, and roast it over the fire until it becomes shiny fat. Then use a small brush made of hay to dip the fat and apply it to the browned prey roasted over the fire.

As the fat seeps into the dry muscle fibers, the whole roast exudes a strong meaty aroma. Sprinkle some seasonings on it and use a knife to cut some of the thicker parts of the meat so that it can be roasted more evenly.

As the meat was officially roasted, the two of them could not wait to feast on it. With dry food and water, it tasted unique. After eating and drinking, Claude sliced ​​the meat of another prey with a dagger, placed it on thin branches and smoked it over the smoldering charcoal. During the smoking process, he kept brushing the remaining fat on it.

When the moisture content of the jerky reached a very low standard, Claude collected the jerky and wrapped it in a piece of cloth, adding a little protein for the next journey.

The vehicle continued to move forward, and Claude said to Xinteleya beside him: "Look at the map. How far are we from the next settlement? The water resources in the vehicle are not enough, and other things need to be replenished."

"Based on the reference points over there, we should be more than 100 kilometers away from the next settlement. It's the town of Chris to the west."

"Okay, let's go there first." Claude said as he chewed a piece of jerky.

The 100-kilometer journey took only about half an hour at full speed, and they successfully arrived at the town.

When they arrived outside the town, the two men stopped the car, got out, and looked at each other in surprise.

The town, which was supposed to be populated, now looked dead silent. The roads were covered with wild grass and no one came to clean them. The only sound in the town was a black feathered beast, which stood on the treetops and made an unpleasant noise.

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The only feeling this town gave people was that of death. The walls were moldy and cracked, it looked like no one had lived there for a long time, and the ground was overgrown with weeds.

Originally, according to their plan, they had successfully replenished their resources, and maybe they could have a good sleep, rest for a night, and take a shower. Of course, that was not possible now, so they could only go in and investigate to see if there was anything left.

The sword blade pushed aside the weeds at the door, revealing the door panel behind. The paint on it was mottled, and the wood had rotted and turned green, looking extremely fragile. Claude reached out and gently pushed open the door. What came into view was a shabby living room with a broken floor, revealing the sand and gravel underneath.

I took a step forward, and the wet carpet under my feet was oozing dark green sewage. It was covered with moss and gave off a strong musty smell. The window glass of the house was covered with dust, and the sunlight could not get in at all.

Continuing to move forward, what appeared were tattered papers on the ground, broken dishes, and rotten and moldy wooden tables and chairs. Claude reached out and grabbed the foot of the table, and with a slight force, he broke it off. Looking at the white color of the broken surface of the table and chair, Claude muttered to himself.

"Look at the thickness of the dust. No one has been here for at least two years, so why is the woodwork here so rotten? The humidity in the air is also wrong."

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It was not until he reached the second floor that he finally solved his doubts.

The air here was even more humid, and the ground was not dry wood but wet mud. Moss grew on the mud, and there were all kinds of garbage in it. And one after another, round, flat, cracked bugs were crawling on the ground.

Each of these insects is several dozen centimeters long. Some are covered with spikes, some have several tentacles, and their bodies are yellow and red. Wherever they crawl, they leave a clear trail of mucus.

This kind of creature can be seen everywhere in this world, and everyone knows about it. They are the most common infected creatures, the Originium Worms. This creature is the scavenger on Terra, and they can eat almost anything, especially the acid Originium Worms among them. The acid they secrete is very corrosive and can help them soften food.

Because Originium bugs naturally like warm and humid environments, they will modify their nests. This also explains why the humidity in the room is so high.

But although there are a lot of Originium worms, they are the weakest infected organisms. Considering the size of this town, it is not these Originium worms that caused this situation. Claude thought about it and continued to search.

He casually swung his sword to kill the two Originium bugs that were crawling towards him, and walked deeper into the room. It was not until he reached a bedroom at the end that he found what he was looking for. Several skeletons covered in tattered cloth were lying on the floor.

Crouching down, Claude carefully examined the bones. The bones had been corroded by the Originium worms for a long time and had become rotten, but the marks of swords and knives could still be seen on them.

Carefully picking up a small skull from the ground, he turned it over carefully in his hands, looking at a very obvious scar on the skull. The scar was about five centimeters deep and almost cut the skull in two. It was just unclear whether the scar was caused by a sword or a battle axe.

He picked up another femur from the side and looked at the smooth cross section. Claude couldn't help but look serious. This smooth cross section was definitely not something that the scavengers could create with their crude weapons.

"The blades are very finely polished. Their weapons are very sophisticated."

He stood up and looked around again.

"The attacker must have suddenly rushed in from the main door on the first floor when they were not prepared, drove them up to the second floor, and finally blocked them in a bedroom at the back and killed them."

"The attackers were well-organized. The entire offensive process was very well planned and disciplined. They didn't even let anyone escape." Claude frowned and came to the final conclusion.

"It should be the army, and again it should be well-equipped private armed forces."

Claude didn't know why those people wanted to destroy the town. But more than two years had passed since the tragedy, and he had never seen either the perpetrators or the victims.

After looking around the town, the only thing to be thankful for was that the central well was covered by a large stone slab and the water inside had not deteriorated.

After sending a signal to the distant hillside, Xinteleya drove their off-road vehicle to the well. She had been standing on the commanding heights to provide cover for him.

"The good news is we found water, the bad news is that we only found water."

Xinteleya suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the state of the town, she thought there was no water.

"If there is water, we can take a bath."

Cintria looked at Claude in astonishment, as he had said what she wanted to say before her.

"You don't want to wash? Then I'll wash it." Claude looked at Xintelaiya and said. Xintelaiya looked at him with some embarrassment.

"I'll wash first." After saying this, she began to clean up, fetching water from the well and cleaning the house.

Watching the other party carry a few buckets of water in and then lock the door of the house, Claude felt a little bored for a while. Of course, he would not do such a shameless thing as peeping at a lady taking a bath.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something. He reached out and unfastened the straps on his shoulders and took off a shoulder armor. Then he rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a bottle of golden paint. He bought this paint in Koval, and it was said to be a high-end product that was waterproof and wear-resistant, and easy to use.

He took the paint to write a mark of honor on his armor, which was a little legion culture when he was in the First Legion. The more gorgeous the pattern on the armor, the easier it is for a knight to be respected by his peers, because each mark represents a battle. The mark on the armor can be designed by oneself, but there can only be one pattern mark for a battle, as long as the time, place and name of the battle are shown.

Claude used the brush in his hand to paint a beautiful arc on the black shoulder armor. Soon, a smooth and precise pattern was formed on the shoulder. This was a memorial for the honor he won in the competition. Only after the last stroke was completed did Claude put away his brush and let the paint on the shoulder armor dry.