Fauber is a very straightforward man. He was tall, and he stood with the Nighthawk, a head taller than the Nighthawk of 1.85 meters.

Fuber's muscles are strong, especially those legs, which are even more vigorous and powerful, and there is a strong explosive force faintly.

They left the village and turned towards the reckless mountains. The afterglow of the morning glow has been completely obscured by the morning sun, and the vast mountains are like ancient giants dressed in green, quietly crouching on the ground, looking at this group of human beings meandering under their feet.

Seven turns and eight turns. Fauber and Nighthawk and his party bypassed the main road and turned onto a thorny path that stretched out into the middle of nowhere. Walking further back, at a glance, there is not even a shadow of the road. Between the greenery, there were traces of some wild beasts, and there was still a trace of the road.

But Fauber's legs seemed to be born to merge with the mountains, and now he walked like a fly on the thorny mountainside with the nighthawk. Obviously looking at the mountain without a path, it miraculously appeared under his feet. The two of them were very fast, and in the blink of an eye, they left everyone far away, and finally they could only see their backs.

Look at the thorn bushes that overflow the road beneath your feet. Nighthawk sighed that if it weren't for Fauber leading the way, he probably wouldn't have found such an inaccessible place in a day or two, let alone found the path so easily.

Fauber looked at Nighthawk's face in amazement, and explained with a smile: "We were born to be mountain people, and this road can be walked down with our eyes closed, and it is naturally much smoother. It's not surprising or anything, you walk a few more times and you'll remember. ”

This Nighthawk doesn't doubt it, practice makes perfect, and it won't be wrong to change any trade. It's like a woodcutter who walks a lot of mountain roads, and his footsteps are much faster than ordinary people's, let alone these locals who have been with the mountains since childhood. Judging by the powerful muscles of their calves and the speed of flying leopards in the village, you can tell how good they are.

"Fubo, why do you have to live in this mountain instead of living in a good village?" In fact, Nighthawk had already vaguely guessed a rough idea. What he saw and heard along the way and the earlier conflict between the two sides were misunderstood, and he was tightly connected with the drug king. The most mysterious characters of this R country are connected.

Fu Bo suddenly showed compassion, his face was full of sorrow and loneliness, and he said sadly: "Who wants to live in this barren mountain and wilderness? We have a home that we can't go back to, and we can't bury our bones. Alone, he has become a lonely ghost in this sacred mountain. ”

"What's going on, does it have anything to do with the Poison King? Listening to your words, it seems that you have an unending hatred with the Poison King, what is going on? Nighthawk asked.

At the mention of the Poison King, Fu Bo gritted his teeth. It wasn't much better than an angry beast. If the real person of the Poison King is here, he will definitely be swallowed alive by Fu Bosheng.

Fu Bo said hatefully: "Hong Batai, this son of a bitch, killed our whole village. In the end, he chased the rest of our lonely ghosts all over the mountain. We have today's qiē, all thanks to this pup. The purpose of our people who are still alive now is to slaughter this beast with a beast face and heart, and avenge the blood of more than 200 heroic souls in my village. ”

Fauber's eyes cracked, and his right hand gripped the hilt of the knife. With too much force, the tiger's mouth had oozed blood slightly, and it slowly flowed down the back of his hand. The rattling of his teeth, the monstrous hatred, only with the head and blood of the Poison King can the hatred in Fubo's heart be extinguished.

"Why did the Poison King kill your entire village? Does he have any deep enmity with you? People who can do such things are really inferior to animals. Hearing Fauber's words, Nighthawk finally learned the origin of the mass grave in the bush.

That's all evidence that Fubo's people were killed alive. Thinking of the babies who died on their mother's neck before they were born, an inexplicable sadness and indignation hit my heart. I can't wait to care about any nuclear bombs anymore, follow Fuber to kill the door, and kill the demon of the Poison King with my own hands.

Fauber's face was gloomy, and there were two contradictory looks of helplessness and reverence on his face. Nighthawk, who was standing on the side, looked very strange, and he didn't know what Fauber was thinking.

After a long while, Fu Bo sighed heavily and said, "Actually, this qiē is fate." ”

Nighthawk's headless words made Nighthawk even more unpredictable, but before he could think anything more, Fauber's story continued.

"Brother Nighthawk, you may not know that our village has lived here for thousands of years." Fauber said with a gloomy face.

"What? Thousands of years? How long does that have to be? Nighthawk was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but straighten his ears and listen to the worried Fauber.

"yes, it's been so long that we have forgotten when we came here. We are the Shooting Sun people, the older generation has been passed down from generation to generation, and we are the descendants of Hou Yi. After Hou Yi shot the sun, he lived in seclusion here. Since then, we have multiplied here for generations, and we have been here until today. The sacred mountain under our feet is also a sacred mountain that our ancestors have been guarding for generations.

There is a secret hidden here, and this secret is related to why our ancestor Hou Yi was able to shoot down the sun. Therefore, we also attracted the pursuit and killing of Hong Batai's son of the dog, so that the consequences of the extinction of the clan are now. ”

Fauber sighed heavily, obviously full of unwillingness to be humiliated. But he was full of helplessness about his ancestors leaving wills. Watching him look at the top of Mount Kinabalu in agony, Nighthawk couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

But Nighthawk couldn't believe the story. Hou Yi? Shooting the sun? Aren't these all in myths and stories? Nighthawk, who is convinced of modern science, can't connect this myth with the hardcover man in front of him.

Almost looking at Fauber like an idiot. I kept thinking in my heart, your old boy is too good at putting gold on his face. Hou Yi has come out for you.

But in fact, just after contact, I learned the accurate archery skills of these Japanese shooters. But that doesn't mean anything. As Fauber himself said, they were hunters who had lived here for a long time. Archery is shot on time, that's what it should be. Wouldn't they be the descendants of Hou Yi just because they were accurate in archery? That's.

Nighthawk doesn't want to say it, after all, this is the pride of people's culture, and there are no legends about that group. After a pause, Nighthawk asked, "What kind of treasure is that, do you know Fuber?" Can you attract the drug king to snatch it at any cost? ”

"Iron and gold." Fauber uttered it word by word, and let it be as if it was a curse from afar, deep in his bones. Every word struck at his heart and made him miserable.

"Iron? Gold? Nighthawk muttered. Jin Zi knew that such a valuable item was a wealth that everyone coveted, and he didn't take a lot of it from the warehouse of the Poison King in front of him.

But is this iron so important? To put it bluntly, this is a huge iron mine, does it need the Poison King to use so many men?

Seeing that Nighthawk didn't understand, Fauber solemnly explained: "Brother Nighthawk, don't underestimate what I said about iron. It wasn't ordinary iron, it was the raw material that could make Hou Yi's feathered arrows that shot the sun. I'm sure you've seen our weapons, too. They are all made of the iron of this mountain.

Legend has it that there is an iron crystal in the belly of the mountain, which can create a peerless blade. The sharp blade made of this iron, as soon as the sword wind comes out, all directions surrender. Ay! This is our life, and it is with this iron that Hong Batai will take the life of our entire village. ”

Nighthawk's surprise is not trivial. The knives and arrows used by the Sun-shooting people had been seen by his own eyes. Wave your hand in the woods. A small tree the size of a man was cut off at the waist. The wind brought out by the sword alone almost killed Yaksha. This kind of sharp, almost evil weapon is already terrible in itself.

If it is like what Fauber said, there is still some iron crystal. What kind of weapons do you have to make? Besides, this poison king doesn't look like a martial arts master or something, what's the use of him making weapons? Isn't it possible to be a pig-killing knife and become a butcher's addiction?

Nighthawk shook his head, it wasn't going to be that simple.

Nighthawk's foreboding grew stronger, as if he was unwittingly revealing a big secret. And this secret is even more elusive than the nuclear bomb they will be looking for. Or, horror.

What the hell is it. Nighthawk was puzzled, it seemed that the only way to remove the veil step by step was to see what the Poison King was doing in private.

But no matter what he was going to do, Nighthawk had made up his mind. Resolutely give him a head-on blow.

"Fauber, I've heard there are a lot of guards here. How many people are there? Nighthawk asked his most important question. No matter what conspiracy you have, as long as you can get in, anything will be easy to do.

Fauber's expression darkened, showing a face full of pain: "There are too many people, there were only about five hundred people at the beginning. Maybe now the construction period has increased. More than doubled. Ay! It seems that there is no hope for my revenge.

It doesn't matter that Fauber is beside him lamenting that the world is unfair, and there is no hope of revenge. Nighthawk's heart is as calm as water. Fauber's information was similar to what he had expected when he arrived. The other side is equipped with a reinforced regiment.

Although there are many people, it is not a situation where they cannot fight at all. If you grasp it well, or if you can enlist the help of Fauber, it will not be a problem to make a beautiful sneak attack.

Thinking of this, Nighthawk was in a much more cheerful mood. But now there is no need to make it clear that the time has not yet come. The general situation Nighthawk already understood, and a preliminary plan slowly unfolded in his mind.

They chatted with Fauber about something else, and waited until the crowd caught up with them. Fauber swept away the previous decadence and led everyone to the camp with a laugh.

"Your name is Nighthawk? My name is Firewarbler. Are our names similar! It seems that Heaven has sent you to give it to me. I don't think you'll leave, stay and be my husband. The cinnabar mole woman suddenly jumped up and down in front of Nighthawk, expressing her love for Nighthawk without any shyness.

From the moment Nighthawk captured their sisters, she had made a secret promise to Nighthawk.

The people in the mountains are straightforward and bold, and they also have a natural worship of force. When I met a big master like Nighthawk, I couldn't help but say what I just said.

The unprepared Nighthawk was blushing. The warbler sisters laughed and stuck out their tongues at the nighthawks, and the autumn waves flowed, and the strong admiration was undisguised, and they jumped and ran forward.

"I said, Captain, you have to take care of your belt. I can watch you for my sister-in-law. Yaksha suddenly turned like a military thorn, his eyes staring straight at the pretty backs of the two girls, but his mouth was not salty and reminded Nighthawk not to make mistakes.

"Get out." Nighthawk, who was already embarrassed and red-faced, gave Yaksha a kick in anger. The frightened Yaksha jumped out for a long time, and he didn't dare to approach it for a long time.

After half a day, the Sunshooters suddenly cheered. Nighthawk saw a few simple wooden huts half-hidden and half-hidden among the wooded mountainsides.

It is said to be a cottage, but in fact, it is just a few simple houses that can accommodate and shelter from the wind and rain. Compared to the village down the mountain, it's a world of difference. It seems that it was built hastily, just so that the people can have a place to live. Looking at it makes the players feel compassionate.

But Fauber was very arrogant, and he couldn't help it. As soon as he entered the village, he shouted loudly to the only three or four women guarding the village: "Serve wine, meat, and entertain these distinguished guests from afar." ”