Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 395: Wanderer

Vinrose Mountain was a place where the Posthumous people gathered. It was famous for its bald and majestic mountains. This made it a good place to set up camp, which was why many tribes ended up here. After a long time, this became one of the most famous Posthumous people areas.

Winter had arrived silently. The temperature at the start wasn’t too low. The Posthumous people tribes here were doing their final hunts and were storing as much food as they could for winter.

The mountain peaks and ridges here formed a circular chain, and only a few narrow entrances could one get in. This made it easy for them to defend. Many tribes guarded these few entrances. It had been a long time since the demon monsters got in. Compared to other Posthumous people, the people here could often sleep well.

But the world outside was still very dangerous. Even if there were dozens of tribes here and tens of thousands of people, when they went out to hunt, it was as if the God of Death was wrapped around each of them. It might wave its black scythe at a certain time and take their lives.

Each time they returned from a hunt, it represented a harvest and an eternal goodbye for others.

Portrait Entrance.

This was one of the few entrances of Vinrose Mountain. The mountain peak here looked like a head, so people called it Portrait Entrance.

The large tribe, Feet Tribe, led two medium-sized tribes and a dozen small-sized tribes to guard this area. Such things happened every day, so everyone was used to it.

In the distance, a 50-man-strong team was approaching. The Feet Tribe elder took a look and confirmed that it was one of the small tribes called… This elder thought about it long before recalling that they were the North Peacock Tribe. This tribe was used to sticking a flying demon monster’s feather on its leather shirt. Their archery skills were also very famous in the entire mountain region.

The giant stone gate was pulled when they got close, and they surged in. Each person carried some things. Although they had different sizes than their numbers, this was shocking.

“The gods have shown their love. How are your spoils so good?” A small tribe warrior recognized these people. They greeted them when they saw such a situation. The other guards looked over. The large tribe’s elder walked beside them and carefully looked at their items.

Some middle-aged Posthumous people nodded to this elder and then replied to the other familiar person.

“Hey, not only are our spoils good, we didn’t even lose a single person!”

Those words caused many of the guards to exclaim.

Not only were the Posthumous people crazy in winter, but the demon monsters were. Apart from the minority, most Demon Monsters had to pass the winter. They needed to store food and energy.

No matter which type they were, they would hunt. They would hunt demon monsters or humans. To them, humans might even taste better.

This made the entire Blue Continent very dangerous. Every time someone from a tribe went out to hunt, some people would die. If they weren’t lucky, their entire team might get sacrificed.

The Posthumous tribes, at this point, were covered in cries.

It was a luxury for those large tribes to return unscathed.

For a small tribe like the North Peacock Tribe to come back safely while getting so much food, that didn’t make sense.

The elder looked around and didn’t notice a level-five warrior. He didn’t understand how. There weren’t many injured people at all.

Lao Meicuo laughed and took out an arrow from his quiver. He waved it gleefully at these people.

“Yi?!”

Before others could see clearly, the elder had walked to his side and grabbed the arrow.

“Very weird. En, there is a strong power enchanted on it. No, it is its power. This is impossible!”

This elder muttered, and he was very curious about this grey arrow.

When the Posthumous warrior was fighting, they could enchant the weapons with light to strengthen them. But the light would disappear if the weapon got out of their control.

But this arrow… it continued to shine.

“What is this? Where did you get it from?”

The warrior who knew Old Meicuo saw the elder’s expression and knew things were unusual. He asked. He knew that this was what everyone wanted to know.

They had lived together for many years and were united due to the outside pressure. He didn’t hide anything and said everything.

When they were hunting, they bumped into a Wanderer. Both sides came into contact and saw that he had these arrows made with monster bones. They were curious about this arrow that shone and wanted to borrow it. This Wanderer showed it to them and allowed them to try it out.

The warriors were shocked when they tried it, and they loved it. They wanted to buy it. He agreed and sold it for cheap; it was pretty much free.

“Free? Lao Meicuo, stop lying, tell us.” The warrior saw that the elder was impatient and rushed the gleeful Meicuo to reach his key point.

“He just wanted some good bones and two blue crystals.” Meicuo couldn’t hide his emotions and laughed, “You heard it right. It is the crystal that even our kids don’t want to play with. The crystals that only represent the demon monster’s level and have no other use!”

“So he only needed crystals and bones for this arrow?”

The elder grabbed his collar and hollered.

“Right, he…”

“Does he still have it? Such arrows.”

Meicuo was interrupted but replied, “Yes, he has a huge quiver filled with such arrows.”

The elder said nothing and shouted for his deputy to replace him. He ran back to his tribe.

Lao Meicuo blinked and reacted. He shouted, “Oi, he doesn’t want all types of crystals; he wants at least blue-colored ones!”

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When Vinrose Mountain had such a legend of a Wanderer selling good weapons, this wanderer welcomed his second client 20 kilometers from there.