Huala … Huala …
The branches and leaves that blocked the way were violently broken through.
After leaving the camp, the team was replaced by the strong "brown bear warrior" Uwakaza who was familiar with the terrain. He was the arrowhead leading the way.
It was like a giant brown bear that was dominating the forest!
Behind him.
Apsois, the chief of the tribe, Nekado, and Elvin, with a total of ten aborigines and a mixed escort team of Faletis, moved forward at the fastest speed possible in a single column.
Because they were gradually entering the primitive forest, it was impossible to ride a horse in such a complicated terrain.
In order to take care of director Nekado who was determined but in a bad physical condition, they had to be dragged by two guards after walking for a while.
Later, they saw that he was slowing down their progress.
Gary directly carried him on his shoulder. However, the weight of two hundred pounds was nothing to Gary who was born with great strength, even if he was wearing heavy armor.
The speed of the team immediately increased by a level!
However, even so.
They followed the path made by the hunters and passed through a large forest of leaves. After running for nearly an hour, they finally heard the sound of water in the distance.
That was the destination of their trip, the hunting ground of the Yucatan tribe: Coldwater Bay.
However.
Clang … Clang … Clang …
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At the same time as the sound of water, there was the sound of weapons clashing, and the gunshots of flintlocks echoed in the forest for a long time.
All the birds that lived here were frightened and flew away.
They slowed down and continued to approach. Soon, they heard the sound of people coming from the other side.
"Damn it, they are coming again!"
"Those bastards from the North West Fur Company, what the hell did they do this time?! I swear I will never clean up their mess again! "
"Shut up! Continue to shoot, this time try to hit their heads. "
And it was not the native language of the local Atreans, but the common language of the Tulip Alliance!
What followed was a thick and nauseating smell of blood.
They did not rush out. The leader of the "brown bear warrior" was experienced. He stayed at the edge of the forest and observed the movements on the river bank.
Otherwise.
It would be a tragedy if they rushed out and were ambushed by those guys who were fighting over there.
Elvin, who was following closely behind, also saw the situation with his own eyes.
Or rather, after determining the location of the hunting ground based on the direction of travel and the bloodstains on the ground, the few Spine-tailed Swifts that came ashore alone had already transmitted the information to him.
"Is that … the Crowmen's army that belongs to the kingdom?"
Elvin saw a three-man team.
He wore a uniform long black leather windbreaker with wolf tooth buttons, a pair of military boots, and a scabbard hanging from his waist. There were three empty slots for short muskets on his shoulder belt. His hands were covered in leather gloves, and not a trace of skin was exposed on his body.
They were all wearing their iconic full-body beak masks, which allowed them to see through the transparent lenses in their eyes. Together with their black clothes, they looked like three human-shaped crows from afar!
The Crowmen's mission: To use their flesh and blood to protect the supernatural world and the various dangers of the Mystical realm from entering the world of mortals.
Obviously, in the land where the pioneers were constantly advancing, the protection of this special force was indispensable.
Especially in this strange continent where there were many strange occurrences.
When Elvin arrived, their muskets were already empty.
The Crowmen were swinging longswords with the insignia of a silver human-shaped crow, fighting against a group of horrifying "humans" who were covered in blood and had no skin except for their heads.
Psst — —
Crack — —
Limbs were torn apart, flesh and blood splattered everywhere …
However, these people who had their skin peeled off, even if their blood was almost completely drained, were still alive and kicking, or perhaps even stronger than they were when they were alive.
It was as if they had released all of their body's restrictions, without needing to consider the endurance of their bones, muscles, and tendons, under the influence of a strange power, they were releasing the power inside their bodies in a destructive manner.
They swung their hunting knives fiercely at the triangular defensive formation formed by the Crowmen.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
What was even more ridiculous was that some of them even knew how to reload and fire from afar.
This situation could not be explained simply by "living corpses".
Therefore, even if the Crowmen had the advantage in terms of individual strength, these strange people relied on their advantage in numbers and cooperation to slowly reduce the space that belonged to the three Crowmen.
When they arrived, the Crowmen, who were all peak Novice Knights, were already in a precarious situation.
"Chief Apsoa, this is the official Crowmen unit of our kingdom, they are special combat personnel that are responsible for dealing with strange occurrences.
Perhaps this strange incident did not only happen in our camp, other places are also affected. "
Afraid of causing accidental injuries, Elvin explained to the natives around him.
In fact, strange occurrences happened frequently on this land.
It was hard to tell the difference between the Mystical realm and the normal world, so both the natives and Nekado were no strangers to the Crowmen unit.
And because the skin on the "skinless" people's heads was still intact, they easily recognized the identity of these 20 "people".
"Other than the three hunters from the Yucatan tribe, most of the people here belong to the Beixi Fur Company's own hunting squad!
Obviously, something happened to the Beixi Fur Company earlier than us, they must have called in the Crowmen to investigate.
Don't just stand there, go help! "
Director Nekado gave the order, and the armed guards behind him swarmed out. They lined up and fired at the "skinless" people who were in a frenzy.
Nowadays, with the widespread use of paper cartridges (the cartridges needed to be bitten open in advance, or loaded in front of the cartridges), skilled gunmen could fire five to six rounds per minute.
The firepower of ten people added together was quite impressive.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Green smoke rose into the air.
A huge black shadow had already rushed out.
Uwakaza, the "brown bear warrior", was furious when he saw his three tribesmen who did not return were also killed.
Roar!
He let out a fierce roar as he charged forward. The totem patterns on his body were constantly twisting, and a faint roar of a bear could be heard. This native warrior's body had already expanded by a third, and every step he took caused the earth to shake.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
This momentum was comparable to a real brown bear that weighed hundreds of kilograms.
Together with the white sturdy wood, gum, and sharp obsidian blade in his hand, which was known as the nemesis of axes, and the obsidian saw sword blessed by shaman witchcraft, it was like killing a god!
Rumble —!
In the blink of an eye, the "brown bear warrior" had plunged into the formation of the "skinless" people.
As an official Extraordinaire, Uwakazar was an unstoppable existence to these ordinary people who were at most mid-trainee level after being manipulated by some unknown power.
For these guys who had long been out of the biological common sense, the lead bullets caused little damage.
Even if it hit the head, it was not fatal at all. Their blood had already dried up, their actions were obviously not controlled by the brain.
But.
They could not resist the violent dismantling of the "brown bear warrior".
Seeing the unexpected arrival of reinforcements, the three Crowmen who had been fighting for a long time could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Even if the reinforcements were natives, they were still in the honeymoon period with the Hurons, and could barely be considered as allies.
"Be careful, we suspect that they are all cursed by an evil spirit, and the master has not shown himself yet."
In fact, the strange skinning incident first started from the hunting team of the North West Fur Trading Company.
The company's base was suspected to have been warned and threatened by a mysterious existence.
A hunting team member was found dead in the cargo yard, and there were also two skins beside him, one belonged to him, and the other belonged to a "beautiful" beaver.
However, the ordinary people were not as cautious as the native leader. The moment they saw the skin, many of them could not resist the temptation and went forward to touch the beautiful skin. The situation after that was easy to imagine, and the situation was almost out of control.
After being suppressed by the company's higher-ups, the Crowmen sent a three-man team to follow the clues and found the place, but they were almost drowned by the swarm of cursed victims.
If it weren't for the creepy being behind the scene who accidentally attracted Elvin and his team, there would have been three more 'skinless men' here today.
With the "brown bear" entering the battlefield, the situation was easily controlled.
On the other side, the tribal leader Apsoa carried a white oak cane and went straight to the river.
He knew that if he did not deal with or expel the source, it would be useless no matter how many skinless people he killed. And as long as his people continued to hunt, they would always face the threat of that terrifying existence.
So.
Standing by the river, Apsoa slammed the white oak cane in his hand on the ground and called out a name with a cuckoo voice.
"Pocatello … Pocatello …"
His voice was not loud, but his lean body seemed to contain a magical power, and the river in front of him rippled because of his voice.
"Pocatello …"
"Ah! I know! "
It was very likely that the mysterious existence hiding in the dark did not react.
Nekado, who was standing far behind Apsoa, suddenly shivered when he heard the name, as if he was suddenly awakened from a half-awake state.
"What's wrong, Mr. Director?"
Since there was no need for him to do anything, Elvin and his team were happy to be free. They all followed the leader to the river.
And they were relaxed. Whether it was the "skinless people" that were just trainees or the enemies that might appear, in terms of the strength of the curse, it was far from the level of a complete evil spirit.
Elvin, who had a lot of strength and trump cards, was very confident. If the native leader could deal with the evil spirit, this trip would really become a picnic.
"I might know where the curse behind the beaver skin came from!
It's Pocatello! The legendary 'childless evil spirit' of the Atreans in this area, Pocatello! "
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