Chapter 11 Blackstone Town

The night is as cool as water, the autumn insects murmur, and the cold moonlight penetrates through the wooden window and sprinkles in the room.

Leon knelt down on the wood** with his eyes closed, holding his hands flat on his knees. His breathing became dull, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment, calm and peaceful.

But in his body, it was far from so calm. Countless filaments of heat flowed up from the limbs and skeletons, flowing rapidly, and finally converged in Leon's heart, forming an air mass the size of a baby's fist.

This is the source power, the original power of the body. As long as it is practiced according to the breathing and vomiting method of the soul refining, it is said that it will naturally be generated in the body under the accumulation of months. From less to more, the trickle converges into a river.

Source strength and physical skills make a barbarian warrior become strong from the inside out. It can restore the soldier's physical strength, quickly restore the damage caused by combat and cultivation, and support the body to burst out stronger power.

The most important thing is that the source power is the cornerstone of the soul power. The more pure and powerful the source power is, the higher the possibility of becoming a beast soul warrior.

After reaching the five-level power of refining, Leon's physical strength has reached the peak, and it is almost impossible to take another step, but there is still a lot of room for improvement for the quenching of the source force, which is the mystery of the sixth-level condensed soul.

It usually takes several years for ordinary orc barbarian warriors to refine the same source force as Leon's body.

Although he has made rapid progress, Leon has never been complacent. He deeply understands that he has just found the threshold of the world's palace of force, so he practices all the time to improve himself. At night, he simply uses air to replace sleep with air, which is very good.

After a cycle of body breath, Leon's breathing became long again, and Jier began the second round of luck.

Reon, who was immersed in cultivation, did not notice that the tiger head thorns on his chest slowly changed from dark blue to red, emitting a faint light with his breathing or light.

A pair of tiger eyes seem to be alive, revealing a little domineering!

.........

In the early morning, when it was still dawn, Leon left the Hammer Tribe Camp and embarked on the road to Blackstone Town.

Elder Monstein and the rock hammer were sent to the bottom of the mountain together. Leon did not walk alone, and a bear hammer in the tribe played his role as a guide.

Leon has a package on his body. The leader's skin and two fangs are carefully wrapped in it. The most valuable magic core is hidden on his body. In addition, there is a tomahawk as the main weapon.

Of course, this tomahawk is the rock hammer's favorite weapon. Considering that Leon only has a short knife to defend himself, he donated his tomahawk to lend it to Leon - this is the best weapon in the Crazy Hammer tribe.

Follow the path trampled out by the beast, climb over the high mountains, and then pass through a dense and humid jungle, and there is another undulating mountain ahead.

"Brother Lei, if we climb over this mountain again, we can see Blackstone Town..." The fire hammer as the guide wiped the sweat on his forehead and said.

Leon stretched out his hand and patted his bear's head and said with a smile, "Seeing that you are very tired, take a break and go back. I'll go the rest of the way by myself."

This little bear hammer is only 15 years old today. He is a rare clever ghost among the children of the mad bear tribe. He likes to be naughty. He often sneaks out of the camp to play and is very familiar with the surrounding terrain and environment.

After the mad hammer tribe moved here, he still met a small gray camel caravan when he slipped out to play, which made the tribe obtain some much-needed supplies through trading.

"Okay, Brother Lei, I'll go back first." The fire hammer blinked his big black eyes, bit his lips and said, "That, that..."

He couldn't say anything, and the hairy bear's face showed a trace of cowardice.

Leon laughed and slapped him heavily: "You son of Mao, can't Brother Lei lie to you? Go back and wait. I will definitely come back before I fall."

This little guy is very envious of the warriors who can go out to hunt. He has always dreamed of having his own small hunting bow, so that even if he can't go out to hunt, he can shoot some small prey such as birds, beasts and hares near the camp.

The dream of the fire hammer was not a secret in the tribal camp, so when Leon came out, he promised to bring him a hunting bow back, which made the little guy very happy. There was no doubt that he kept talking about it in his heart for fear that Leon would forget it.

"Ah! ~”

The little bear hammer covered his head and ran away with his head in his arms. He escaped far away before shouting, "Brother Lei, I'll wait for you!"

This naughty boy! Leon laughed hoarsely, tidied up the package with him, and walked towards the mountains ahead.

As a person walked forward, Leon couldn't help but speed up, and the improvement of strength brought by a month of hard work was fully reflected at this moment.

It is comparable to a tiger-bear-like body, but it has the agility and speed of ape and leopard. Leon took a step forward and reached eight or nine feet away in an instant.

If he encounters a barrier such as a stone bush, he just steps on it gently and immediately sweeps over.

This kind of march like the wind made Leon feel very good. He controlled the surging power in his body and climbed to the top of the mountain without much time.

In front of him, a brand-new world appeared in front of him.

Overlooking the earth from the top of the mountain, the vast plain is so beautiful!

The plain extends to the endless distance where there is no end in sight. A big river rushes through the north. The abundant water source breeds a swamp area with lush water and grass along the coast. From time to time, water birds, storks and cranes fly in it.

At the southeast of the mountain range at the foot of Leon and the junction of the plain stands a small town. Because of the distance, the buildings look like a pile of matchboxes.

Blackstone Town! This is Leon's destination today.

After enjoying the magnificent scenery for a moment, Leon rushed to Blackstone Town along the mountain. After about half an hour's trek, he finally set foot on the plain, and the town was not far ahead.

There is a road directly to Blackstone Town on the plain. Both sides of the road are reclaimed farmland, and scattered farm farmhouses are scattered among them.

Now is the harvest season. The wheat in the farmland is about to mature. The wind on the plain blows and blows golden wheat waves. Such a scene is undoubtedly refreshing, and Leon can't help slowing down.

There are many farmers working in the field. They wear sackclothes and sunshade hats and look at Leon passing by the road with awe eyes.

Dingling! ~

A crisp bell came from the wind, and a gray camel caravan rushed from behind and passed Leon to Blackstone Town.

At the front of the caravan is a young blonde rider. He wears a set of leather armor inlaid with metal pieces. He drives a high-headed horse with a big sword on his back and looks majestic, followed by several mercenaries who play the role of guard.

As he passed by Leon, he turned his head and glanced coldly, with a trace of disdain and contempt in his eyes.

Reon is the first time to see the human race in this world. Many of these businessmen and mercenaries are blonde, blue-eyed, with high nose and deep eyes. Although their physique is much worse than that of Leon, even the weakest-looking mercenary is much better than that of Leon with a tattered tomahawk on his back.

Leon noticed that there were crossbows hanging next to the saddles of these mercenaries.

The gray camel is the most common transport animal force on the glorious continent. It is hard-working and good at wading mountains and rivers. It looks like a camel in Leon's original world, but its limbs and neck are much shorter and thicker. There are wooden shelves hanging in the hump depression, and each gray camel is full of large and small bags of goods.

And several merchants with relatively luxurious clothes also sit on the gray camel. Their seats are wrapped in brocade and look quite beautiful, which is much more comfortable and enjoyable than the mercenaries walking in front and back.

Grey camel merchants are middle and low-level travel traders. They either order from large merchants or small and medium-sized workshops, and then transport them to all corners of the mainland through sand camels. It is quite hard and dangerous to sleep, so they have a dark heart.

A dagger made of fine iron is transported from the eastern part of the mainland to the north or the central and western regions, and the price is at least ten times higher. For the sake of money and profit, the gray camel merchants dare to go deep into the forest to deal with the uncivilized cannibals.

This caravan has more than 20 gray camels and dozens of mercenary guards, which can be regarded as a very powerful team. Many gray camel merchants often only have two or three gray camels, and the guards are even less.

Looking back on the common sense that Elder Monstein told him, Leon followed the caravan far away and entered Blackstone Town.

The town does not have defensive facilities such as wall wooden fences. Some of them are houses made of stone and wood. The yellow-brown walls are covered with vines and plants. The black Senkaku roofs are one after another. Traces of wind and frost can be seen everywhere, faintly revealing a trace of ancient atmosphere.

The houses in the town are mostly two or three-story buildings, and the road that can barely accommodate two gray camels in parallel is paved with blue-black stone slabs, which is flat and clean.

The more you walk into the town, the more lively it is. On both sides of the street are shops, hostels and bars and pubs. Some plainly dressed townspeople and mercenary adventurers with arrows come and go in and out. The shouts of shop clerks and customers' bargaining came one after another and spread far into the streets and alleys.

Although this is not a bustling modern metropolis, such a scene still gives Leon a sense of kindness.

The barbarians are the vassals of the human race, and they are also synonymous with the backwardness of the barbarians on the glorious continent. In addition, Leon's tattered clothes, so when walking on the street, those human mercenary adventurers saw him with cold eyes, and even some contempt.

And ordinary townspeople and civilians are more or less afraid to get close to him.