Cultivating Farmer Conquers All Realms

Andre tapped on his ear, and the lady immediately understood. He extended his hand and opened the earphone, and immediately the sound of wind blowing on the microphone could be heard, along with Andre's low voice and panting, "Can you identify the direction?"    

    

Wei Ketuoliya's ash-yellow eyes turned red. She concentrated on sensing the traces of her kind, and pointed at a withered tree not far away.    

    

The two of them trekked through the snow with great difficulty. Even if they put on their snow boots, it would be useless. One of their legs stepped into the snow, and more than half of their stamina was lost after jogging a few steps. Andre ran under the dead tree with his spear and waved his hands indicating that it was safe.    

    

There was blood on the tree. It had already turned into blood crystals due to the low temperature. It hung on the tree trunk and branches.    

    

After digging for a while, he saw a head and shoulders above it. He had worked with the woman to pull the stiff body out of the snow.    

    

The body remained frozen, sitting against the dead tree, head bowed, hands hanging at its sides, upper body and legs folded at ninety degrees, and now sitting on the snow with nothing to lean on behind him.    

    

Wei Ketuoliya briefly confirmed, "It's the rebellion of Blood Clan, I don't know why they died here."    

    

Andre ripped off this guy's clothes, and discovered a fatal wound on the heart of the corpse. It was the sharp weapon that had pierced through the heart, causing ventilation to go cold, causing him to die on the spot.    

    

"It looks like the work of the Witcher, using a sharp weapon similar to a broadsword, killing this guy in front of him ?" Andre looked at the snow pit he dug, "There is a pit in the tree, he was forced to the point where he had no way out before being killed with a sword, the opponent's strength is not too strong."    

    

Only with a high enough level of Blood Clan would one be able to survive after receiving a fatal injury. But after decapitating, their heart would be completely damaged, and even if the Count received a fatal injury, they would still die.    

    

If it was Elizabeth who was injured on this body, she would still have the strength to fight or even flee.    

    

Andre kicked the corpse back into the snow pit, "Strange, there's also the matter of Witcher coming out ? No, it wasn't done by the Witcher! " He suddenly thought of something extremely important, that Blood Clan's head had not been taken away!    

    

If it was done by the Witcher, even if it was the lowest level of blood slaves, taking their heads away would make them exchange it for some money, not to mention that it took them quite a bit of strength to kill an opponent like that. Wasn't it too foolish to not take their heads for rewards?    

    

Thinking about this, Andre once again dragged the corpse out and examined it carefully, confirming that the wound was caused by the broadsword, and amongst the Witcher s with mixed Fur Bear Country, there were very few people who used cold weapons, most of them simply and violently using spears.    

    

Andre said with a darkened face, "It's people from the Light Divine Cult, but I'm not sure if it's the Western Church or the Eastern Church."    

    

The mainstream religion of the Fur Bear Country was a branch of the Light Divine Cult, and it was not under the jurisdiction of the Fen Di Gong Church. Even though they were fellow tutors, there were differences in their ideals. Mutual repulsion was heresy.    

    

The persecution of heretics by fellow clansmen was much more cruel and despicable than the persecution of heathens. However, if there was an external force, the existing three branches of Light Divine Cult would be united against a common enemy. This point was unquestionable.    

    

"Could it be that the rebels were too rampant in Fur Bear Country, and the Great Patriarch couldn't bear to watch any further, so he sent people to suppress them ?" Wei Ketuoliya was a little flustered. She also had Blood Clan and was also attacking her target.    

    

Andre frowned, "I don't know, but no matter if it's the action of the Church or the Great Patriarch, it's not a good thing for us. After we return from New Zealand City, don't leave the farm for the time being."    

    

The Blood Clan in the area had probably been cleared up. The people in charge of clearing up the place, however, were not the least bit worried that the corpses would be melted down and exposed in university in the next year. The Blood Clan s they killed would be casually buried in the snow.    

    

Outside the small town where the train station was located, a wounded young man stumbled along the snow-shoveled road, each step leaving a trail of blood behind him. From time to time, white shadows would pass through the trees on both sides of the road.    

    

The young man looked to the side in horror, but every time he turned his head, his silhouette would disappear from his line of sight. "We're almost there ?" He silently prayed in his heart. As long as he ran to the town and reached a place with ordinary people, he would be able to survive!    

    

Whether it was his own Blood Clan or the cold weather, none of them were able to stop the blood from flowing out of the wound, as if the water faucet had not been properly shut off. At the same time, a car turned out of the car in front of him. As long as he turned the corner, the driver would be able to see him running away in panic. He would be saved!    

    

With his life force right in front of him, he almost cried out in joy. However, from the corner of his eyes, he saw something flying towards him from the forest to his right.    

    

It was a light chain that wrapped him accurately around his ankle. Soon after, a powerful force pulled him down, causing him to slam his face into the ground. His chest felt like it was crushing a ripe tomato as it left a red mark on the snow.    

    

Tears rolled down the young man's face as he screamed in despair, "NO! Please let me go! "Let me go!" He scratched the ground with his hands, but he was still dragged deep into the forest.    

    

He dragged a long trail of blood across the ground. His ten fingers had been grinded with too much force, so hard that the frozen earth and the snow exposed the bones of his fingers. Strangely, his rotten fingers quickly froze, not causing him much pain.    

    

That car slowly drove past on the road, and they didn't see a single person passing by. The red blood on the ground was also quickly buried under the cover of the snowstorm.    

    

The young man was dragged to an empty space in the forest. Several white-robed men quickly surrounded him. They took off their hoods and wore very thin clothes without fear of the cold. Large snowflakes fell onto their necks, causing them to feel cold.    

    

"Masters of the Holy See, please go around me, I'm guilty!" "I am willing to atone for my sins with the Light God. I am willing to become the sinner of the Light God. Let me repay the sins that I have committed ?" Even though the man knew that he was doomed, he didn't give up any chance to beg for mercy.    

    

One of the white robed men took out a long sword from beneath her white robes. If Ling Feiyu was here, she would recognize that the one who used the slender sword to attack was White-headed Eagle Kingdom, Sword God Shylock.    

    

With two whoosh whoosh whoosh sounds, the tip of the sword left afterimages of holy light in the air. He pressed the sharp tip of the sword against the throat of the rebel Blood Clan, immediately causing the latter to not dare to speak anymore.    

    

"I will send you to the God of Light right now to atone for your sins, despicable monster!"    

    

With a light puff, an invisible force pierced through the man's throat, shattering his brain, piercing through his skull, and shooting out a red and white paste, creating a small hole in the frozen earth that was so hard that even a pickaxe could do nothing to it.    

    

The red and white paste was immediately frozen. Before it could even emit a disgusting stench, it had already been frozen.