bullyxtreme Chapter 383 Mu Feng: The Situation Is Not Good
Chapter 383 Mu Feng: The Situation Is Not Good
The retreat order was issued in an unusually hasty manner, but the Fools dispatched this time were, after all, the elites selected by each advance team.
Before long, all troops had assembled.
They automatically split into several small teams, carrying essential supplies, and disappeared into the woods in several different directions.
As for the less important supplies and documents that couldn't be taken with us, they were burned to ashes.
So much so that when Mu Feng followed the bloodstains and footprints all the way to Daupa Valley, it was already deserted.
The firelight on the cliff was particularly striking in the night.
Mu Feng stopped in his tracks, frowned as he looked at the billowing smoke from the cave entrance, and immediately realized that he was still a step too late.
Unexpectedly, the other side reacted so quickly, abandoning the base almost without hesitation after being exposed.
First they attacked adventurers entering Dadaupa Valley, then they set fire to their strongholds. This is no simple matter...
Before he could finish his thought, Mu Feng's eyes suddenly narrowed.
The acrid smell of smoke in the air was so strong that many other subtle odors were masked by the burnt smell.
For example... that faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood.
Mu Feng crouched down, took the West Wind Sword into his hand, and cautiously walked towards the upwind direction while keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings.
The smell of smoke had faded considerably, but the stench of blood had become more pronounced.
Turning the corner of the cliff, directly below where the fire started, the cliff face and grass were dotted with a series of dark red spots.
Mu Feng looked at the man whose body was completely cold with a solemn expression, especially the shocking wound on his neck.
The large amount of splattered blood had coagulated into a thin film, which had turned dark red due to the long time that had passed.
Clearly, the other side had no intention of leaving any survivors.
There was a fresh wound on his shoulder, a sword wound.
The trail went cold here. The stronghold was burned to the ground, and the attackers, who were exposed, were swiftly and decisively silenced.
The only gain that could be considered valuable was the infamous insignia on the attacker's body.
The jet-black raven feather mark belongs to the Treasure Thieves, the most widespread theft organization on the continent of Teyvat.
Describing them as treasure hunters is inappropriate, since unlike the daily quests adventurers undertake to explore ruins, their main business is illegal activities such as highway robbery.
Hearing the phrase "You made the wrong choice" would probably give many adventurers a headache for a long time.
Although it is not uncommon for desperate criminals to fight each other over the division of loot, it can even be said to be commonplace.
It seems that this is indeed the case on the scene.
However, Mu Feng believed nine and a half parts of these seemingly obvious conclusions, but not the remaining half.
Given the treasure-hunting gang's greedy nature, there was absolutely no way they would have the resolve to burn all the accumulated Mora resources and strongholds to the ground.
If any leader were to make this suggestion, his subordinates would likely be questioning him about treason the very next second.
Clearly, this was a rather clumsy frame-up.
It was so bad that even the founder of the Treasure Thieves group couldn't be bothered to go to Liyue to sue the Faerie Lawyer for copyright infringement.
Mu Feng stood up and simply buried the attacker.
I heard that the Hall of Rebirth in Liyue offers a buy-one-get-one-free service, I'm so sorry I couldn't pre-order one.
As for the mastermind behind it all, he already had a rough idea.
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The next morning, before the first rays of sunlight shone down, Mu Feng, who hadn't slept all night, returned to Qingquan Town.
Most of the residents of Qingquan Town are hunters. Although it is still early, the town has gradually lost its nighttime tranquility.
"Hey, it's you! It's been a long time since I've seen you. When did you get to Qingquan Town?"
At the town entrance, we met Dulaf, who was dragging a small wild boar back to town with several hunters.
Upon seeing Mu Feng, Dulaf was clearly a little surprised. He patted Mu Feng's shoulder forcefully and asked with a hearty laugh.
"Perfect timing! The traps I set yesterday yielded a good harvest. How about coming to my house for some wild boar soup? It's fresh."
Mu Feng shrugged helplessly and spread his hands in regret.
"That's really unfortunate. Little Amy had a little accident during the commission, and I was in a hurry to take her back to the West Wind Church."
Although it was only a superficial wound when it was bandaged yesterday, I'd still like to go back to the West Wind Church for a check-up as soon as possible, just to be on the safe side.
Dulav's smile faded slightly. He touched his head and immediately thought of the strange occurrences in Dadaupa Valley.
"Is it a survey request from the Dadaupa Canyon area?"
"That's good. The situation has been mostly resolved. There shouldn't be any more monster uprisings for a while."
Mu Feng nodded, but did not reveal the true situation in Dadaupa Valley or the attack that occurred last night.
"Then I won't take up any more of your time. I'll deliver this batch of smoked meat to you after it's cured."
"Oh, by the way, it's my little Diona's third birthday party in a while, you'd better come and join us."
After saying goodbye to Dulaf, Mufeng returned to the inn from the previous night, where Oz the raven was leisurely eating nuts by the window.
"Good day, King Knight, the young lady has been waiting for a long time."
This was the most tactful wording it could muster; it couldn't very well say that the first question the princess asked upon waking up was where the knight had gone, could it?
Oz's silence was deafening. Had it not been asked the same question no less than seven times in ten minutes, it would not have fled the warm room to escape into the cold air.
However, Fischl appeared even faster than Oz; in fact, the girl was already at the door when she heard footsteps approaching.
"My knight, at the very moment the sunlight fades and the serene land of the night enters its eighth gate, our reunion arrives as promised."
She seemed to have regained her usual energy, her signature gesture of covering her left eye, coupled with her slightly childish lines, making her completely different from the shy girl who was uncharacteristically shy last night.
But in reality, Fischl was also feeling uneasy.
Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, and her right hand, which she usually held out, seemed a little less firm at this moment.
Only when her hand was gently held as before did a smile finally bloom on the girl's face.
"Your Highness, please move to the Land of Mercy, where the West Winds watch over you. The priests of the Holy Order will chant prayers to bless you for your plight."
The two tacitly agreed not to mention what happened last night.
On the way back, however, the distance between them had quietly shortened considerably compared to before.
Oz: ...Who will feed it peanuts?
It shouldn't be here; it should be under the car.
However, Mu Feng felt as if he had forgotten something important.
what is it then?
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Meanwhile, the West Wind Church.
"Ah, Miss Barbara, good day. The work is now in your hands."
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