Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

The world-weary bricks are rising up in groups, and the suspicion has been stopped.

Looking at the patterns on it, Claude nodded with satisfaction. This was also one of his few art-related hobbies.

"What does this pattern mean? I didn't expect you could draw." Xinteleya, wiping her hair with her towel, walked up to him.

"This pattern symbolizes victory in the game. I only know how to draw this. I can't draw anything else if you ask me to." Claude said lightly with a gentle smile on his face.

"Then I'll go take a shower." Claude said as he fetched a few buckets of water and walked into the room he had just cleaned. He quickly took off his armor and clothes, and then took a quick shower.

The next morning, the off-road vehicle had left the town. There was nothing left except for the well. Before leaving, they covered the well with stone slabs and took some protective measures to prevent Originium worms from falling in. They stored enough water this time, enough for them to survive until the next gathering place, which was on the border of Ursus.

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Two weeks later, two uninvited guests arrived in Leba Town. They looked exhausted, one was a knight and the other looked like a hunter. They found the mayor, Hanks, and bought some supplies from him and asked for some information.

This kind of thing is very familiar to the mayor. There are often travelers who want to go to Ursus, Casimir and Longmen, who come to him to inquire about things or buy supplies. This kind of thing is an important source of income for their town. Without so many travelers, they may not be able to survive in this barren place.

Hanks sniffed his big red rosacea nose, sucked back a drop of clear snot, and looked at Hinterea frowning across the floor.

"We have water and dry food, but we don't have many warm clothes. The beast tide this winter has not yet arrived, and hunters can't catch more prey, so the output of fur is very limited. The quantity you two requested is not small, and we can't get it all in a short time. And it seems that you two can't wait too long."

"Just sell us the ones you have now, and we'll figure out the rest."

"Okay, let me calculate, the total is 7200 Longmen coins."

Claude frowned slightly. The price was too high. Even if it was calculated at twice the average price, it wouldn't be that much.

"Really? But according to my research, based on the prices at the town market, all the supplies added together cost less than half of this. I think you could check it carefully to see if you have made a mistake."

Claude still had a gentle smile on his face, but Hanks suddenly felt his hair stand on end. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he reacted very quickly and said, "Of course, sir, I miscalculated. Look at my memory! This is what happens when you get older. I accidentally overcalculated for you. You only need 3000 Longmen coins."

"It seems that I was right. You did make a mistake. Mayor, you should be more careful in the future and don't make such a mistake again."

"Of course! Of course." Hanks was now a little servile.

Claude handed him 3500 and said to him, "The extra money is just a thank you for your hospitality."

After leaving the mayor's house who had warmly seen them off, the two men took their supplies and got on the off-road vehicle.

While running on the snowy plain, Xinteleia suddenly asked Claude, "Will that guy do this again in the future?"

Claude's expression was very calm. "It's very likely."

"Why? You looked like you had frightened him just now."

Claude looked at the endless snowfield. "For people like them who have to survive here with no strength, they must seize every opportunity to survive. I may have scared him this time, but next time if there is such an opportunity, he will not let it go."

He was answered only by silence.

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The snowfields of Ursus gave people a feeling of silence. Even the wild animals on them did not make any extra sounds to consume their energy. Only the endless cold wind was howling. Under this black sky, the people on the snowfields seemed to be under great pressure. They lowered their backs and lived a humble and difficult life.

For these people, their lives are still viable, as long as they are compared with the infected. Although supplies are so scarce and life is so difficult, as long as they are compared with the infected, they can still survive. The old man thought so.

This was an old man from the Ursus tribe. He was not as tall and strong as other Ursus people. Instead, he was shriveled and extremely short. He looked trembling as he stood there, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

The world-weary smile is like a big skirt, just like an umbrella and ride on it.

He was wearing an old coat with neatly woven pudding on it. He also had a similar hat. It was obvious that he had a family member who was very good at sewing to help him. He held the handle of the axe with both hands, trying to split the wood in front of him.

This is not easy. The trees growing in this cold place are very tough and dense, and to split them, you need a strong explosive force in an instant. And this old man, there is no part of his body that can be matched with this word.

He ate only a little food in the morning and went out to work. The calories provided by the little hot soup and potatoes were enough to keep him from the cold, not to mention providing him with the strength to chop the firewood.

As expected, the axe got stuck on the wood. He lifted the axe and the wood on it and smashed it down hard, trying to split it. But it only made the axe blade sink deeper, making it more difficult to pull out. He regretted it a little, stepped on the wood with his right foot, and shook the axe left and right to pull it out.

After a lot of effort, he finally succeeded, but he almost fell down. He was already panting before he even chopped a piece of wood. His weak body made a lot of sweat on his forehead. He quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. He knew that if he didn't wipe it off now, it would freeze into ice later, causing his body temperature to drop faster, making him even hungrier and more tired.

The old man raised his head, and suddenly he seemed to have seen something terrible. With a desperate expression, he murmured to himself: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please have mercy on us! Don't let these black poisonous insects come again!"

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A New Beginning: Chapter 16 Alina

The black off-road vehicle was driving on the snowy plain, its wheels stuck in knee-deep snow. After a while, black smoke suddenly came out of the hood of the vehicle, and it let out two difficult sighs and stopped completely. Claude got out of the car, opened the hood, and a stream of black smoke rushed straight to his face. He turned his head to let the smoke dissipate.

The vehicle's Originium engine emitted thick white smoke. When the smoke cleared, the entire engine was burnt black, and the temperature was so high that it could not be touched at all. Claude tried to use the tools in his hand to disassemble it to see what was going on, but it was obviously not an easy task. The complex mechanical mechanism inside was completely incomprehensible to him who had not learned the relevant knowledge.

"Subordinate, can you repair the car?" Claude turned his head and said to Xinteleia who was wrapped in a blanket in the car.

"Of course not. Why should I be able to do everything to work for you?" Hintlea wrapped herself in two blankets, obviously not used to the cold climate here, and she looked a little bleak.

"Then I have to tell you some bad news. The car can't be driven anymore. We have to get off and leave."

Claude felt very amused when he saw her expression.

"Okay, stop complaining. I saw on the map that there's a village 20 kilometers ahead. It's not a good idea to just leave the car here. You get off and take the luggage, and I'll tow the car."

"You're dragging the car?" Xinteleya looked a little surprised.

"Yes, we didn't just leave it here and wait for us to come back. The Originium creatures have already dismantled it."

Claude said this with a look of familiarity on his face, while taking out a bundle of strong ropes. He tied the ropes to the trailer hook in front of the car, and then put the ropes on his shoulders.

After seeing that the other party really intended to tow the car, Xinteleya felt embarrassed to stay in the car, so she took down the luggage on it and put it on her shoulders. Claude smiled at her, then bent down, pushed off the ground with his feet and started to move forward. As his body in black battle robes pushed through the ice and snow, the off-road vehicle behind him was slowly pulled by him and moved forward with him.

The two walked along the snow-covered road under the birch forest. There was a stream flowing slowly under the three-foot-thick ice. And in front of them, a poor village also welcomed a large group of uninvited guests.

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Cinderella suddenly stopped and Claude looked at her in confusion.

"A big guy is coming." She nocked an arrow without saying a word. Claude also put down the rope on his shoulder and took out the two-section spear from his back and fixed it.

After a while, there came the sound of bushes rubbing against each other, the sound of snow falling, and the heavy breathing of wild beasts.

The next moment, the bushes on the roadside suddenly parted, and a huge black beast rushed out. Without stopping, the beast immediately pounced on them.

The black beast looked extremely hungry, with red light emanating from its eyes. It rushed towards the two people slowly, and seemed to be a little hesitant. Its instinct as a beast told it that the two people in front of it might not be its prey.

Before it could make any further decisions, an arrow hit its chest hard. This shot caused it to fall directly onto the snow, with red and black blood splattered on the snow. Before the two could make the next move, the beast suddenly turned over and got up, running away with the arrow in its chest.

"Oh no, I didn't hit its heart." Xinteleya said as she pulled out another arrow and put it on the bow.

But the beast ran away very fast, and in the blink of an eye it had already run three to five hundred meters. The arrow on the bow flew out and pierced its buttocks. But the fat and muscle in this area were very thick, so the arrow did not penetrate deeply and did not cause much impact on the beast.

"The village is just ahead. We have to stop this guy."

Claude crouched down, pushed his legs forward and chased after him. Sintela followed him without hesitation.

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The old man looked at the patrol team in black uniforms in front of him, his lips trembling and unable to speak, because he knew that something bad would happen today.

"Search for infected people. Call everyone out. We will check every household." The patrol captain shook the snow off his black velvet hat. His voice sounded low and hoarse under the breathing mask.

"Yes, sir, of course, sir." The old man nodded and bowed, then slowly backed away, turned around and hurriedly walked towards the village.

The old man was sweating anxiously. He wanted to ask if there were any infected people in the village. Indeed, there were. But he couldn't hand the girl over. The girl had helped him so much. And the other people in the village were not trustworthy. They would betray her without hesitation. He had to let her escape quickly.

"Alina, hurry up! Run for your life! The patrol team is here!" The old man said hurriedly, pushing open the wooden door.

Inside the house was an Elafian girl wearing a coarse cloth dress, with large forked horns, the most distinctive feature of the Elafian tribe, on her head, with fair skin, light hair and a peaceful face.

Hearing the old man's words, she quickly stood up and was about to say something, but a cold voice froze both of them.

"You really should run for your lives."

The world-weary heart writes the postscript of the eagle's successor

The patrol captain, who was tall and dressed in a black uniform, appeared behind them at some point.

He looked at the two with cold eyes, and then carefully observed Alina. "Looking at your appearance, this person should be the infected person."

The question was in the form of a question, but the tone was positive. The old man knew that they could not escape today.

"Capture them all and take them back for interrogation." The captain turned around and instructed his team members.

"Please wait a moment, I am infected, just arrest me, this old man is innocent!" Alina said as she stepped forward.

"Heh, harboring an infected person is also a serious crime. This old guy and everyone in his family can't escape."

There was a trace of despair in Alina's eyes. Was she going to be arrested today and implicate her whole family?

"Roar!!!!!!!!!"

"Ah!!"

"Shoot quickly! Where did the crossbow arrows go?"

"Kill this beast!!!"

"Ah!!! My legs!!!"

Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound, including the screams of the patrol team members, the sound of crossbows shooting, and the ferocious roars of wild beasts. The captain was slightly stunned and said to the two team members beside him: "Catch them two, let's go out and take a look."

The snow outside was covered in blood. The huge beast, cornered, used all its means to attack anyone who dared to stand in its way.

One of the team members was caught in its mouth and swung left and right, and soon he was silent. With a fierce swing of its broad claws, another person was thrown out. In the blink of an eye, the team of more than 10 people was wiped out.

Seeing this situation, the captain of the patrol team didn't care about the infected people and turned around to run for his life. The others followed, but turning around and running away in the face of ferocious beasts often brings greater risks, because in the minds of beasts, it is a sign of weakness.

The beast, its black fur stained with blood, leaped up and knocked the captain down. Then there were screams and the sound of broken bones. In the blink of an eye, the beast killed all the patrol team. In its blood-thirsty state, it had forgotten its original purpose and turned around to rush towards the remaining two people.

The huge shadow loomed over Alina and the old man. The old man held the axe he used to chop wood tightly in his hand. He knew that this axe was useless, but now he just wanted to hold on to something.

The heavy body pressed down heavily on her, and Alina turned her head away, not daring to look.

"bump!"

“Roar!! Aa ...

The heavy crash stirred up a flurry of snow, which blew onto Alina's face, but the pain she had expected did not come.

She opened her eyes with a little hesitation and turned her head back.

She saw a knight, a black knight holding his lance horizontally, holding up the beast's claws and protecting them behind him.

Although the situation was temporarily stalemate, it was obvious that the beast's strength far exceeded that of the knight, and he was pushed back fiercely. His iron boots rubbed against the ground and retreated to the base of the wall, where he hit it hard. The knight tilted the spear, unloading the huge force and letting it rush past the house.

The beast finally realized what he had intended to do and tried to run away, but it was too late. The black knight raised his spear, leaned back, and threw it hard.

A dark shadow fiercely pierced the beast's throat. Even its strong vitality could not heal this fatal wound. It struggled on the snow, but its strength became weaker and weaker until it could no longer move.

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Alina placed a cup of hot water in front of Sintreya. "Please have some water, miss." "Thank you."

Xinteleya picked up the cup and blew away the hot steam, then took a sip. She was resting in the old man's house while Claude was outside skinning a beast.

"Won't the knight come in and have a rest?" Alina couldn't help asking.

"The guy wants to skin the beast. He says he can use it. There's also a carcass outside that needs to be dealt with."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Alina nodded, then brought over a stool and sat opposite Xinteleya.

"Miss, where are you two from?"

"We came from Casimir. That guy is my boss. He hasn't told me exactly what he's going to do yet. I don't care. As long as he pays me, that's all."

"Speaking of which, young lady, the clothes you are wearing are very thin. You can't withstand such a situation in this place. If you don't mind, I have some old warm clothes here."

"Of course not, thank you for your help."

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Claude held the dagger in his hand and looked at the huge corpse with interest. This beast was very similar to the bear in his first life, but it was much taller and stronger than those bears.

Use the dagger to stab into the chest and abdomen, then start to slide down. Scrape away the thick fur to reveal a thin layer of fat underneath, all the way to the middle of the hind legs, then lift the fur up and start to poke along the skin with the dagger. When one side of the skin is peeled off, use a wooden lever to turn the beast's body over and start to peel the fur on the other side.

Until the last cut, the fur with a little meat on it was peeled off.

Holding the thick fur in his hands, it was like a huge quilt, with a warm feeling and body temperature. Looking at the black, shiny, and dense hair, Claude decided to make it into a cloak, which should be very warm in this place.

But there were other things to deal with now. Claude put the fur down and looked at the wreckage in the village.

These wreckages should belong to the Ursus patrol team. He had heard of the patrol team's bad reputation. Although it was not a pity for these guys to die, their death here would cause a lot of trouble here.

After thinking for a while, Claude came up with a solution. He gathered the bodies of these people and dragged them to a place 30 kilometers away from the village. He cleaned up the bloodstains in the village and along the way. There were also some traces. This place was spilling blood every day. By tomorrow, the snowflakes would cover everything.

Then he created traces of a battle at the scene, pretending that a wild beast had attacked the patrol team. He had searched carefully and found that the patrol team did not have any communication equipment. They probably did not have time to report the news of the village. The earliest rescuers would come tomorrow morning. By then, the beasts raised by their army would not be able to smell their scent and could only find this place at most.

It took him a long time to finish all this, and he turned around and walked towards the village, not forgetting to drag the car along with him on the way.

When I returned to the village, the huge corpse of the beast was still there. The villagers were hiding in their rooms, refusing to come out. Only pairs of numb eyes were peeking out from the window panes and door cracks.

He walked to the hut and knocked on the door. It was Alina from the Elafia tribe who opened the door. She smiled gently at him, and Claude said, "Miss, please take the meat back. Although the meat is very hard, I don't think you have enough food."