People of Yuan Bing's age don't know his exact date of birth, and he is not as sensitive to numbers as Yuan Zhan, but according to the previous generation, he is about two or three years older than Yuan Zhan.
So he should be thirty-two-three now
If in the past, he could be a grandfather at this age, but now he is single. After many acquaintances around him are married and have children, his singleness becomes more and more conspicuous. "Concern" two words.
cut! Isn't it just that Mo and him talked a few more words alone on the New Year's day
Yuan Bing despises Yuan Zhan's chicken guts very much, and he doesn't know why their priest is so fond of such a guy.
If he had picked up Mur Wu back then...
Yuan Bing took a deep breath of the cold air, patted Yingzhao under her body, and stopped thinking about such unrealistic things.
"Where are you going to fly?" Yingzhao Zidian, who had signed a partnership contract with him, turned to him and asked him.
Yuanbing is considering.
"This is already the border of the Dingyue tribe. Although our superficial relationship with them has been okay in the past few years, there have been many frictions. You are not afraid of being caught as a hostage by them when you come here alone. The leader has always seen You are not pleasing to the eye, this is fine, he will definitely not redeem you, maybe he will let you die in Ding Yue."
"Is there any place you want to go?" Yuan Bing interrupted his partner's delusion of being killed.
Zi Dian rolled his eyes, "You haven't decided where you are and you still run out in the winter, are you sick?"
Yuan Bing has gotten used to his partner's bad mouth, hearing it as if he didn't hear it, just looking into the distance to figure out which direction to go.
"Have a good vacation and don't stay in the city. If you insist on coming out to seek guilt, it will bring me bad luck. No wonder no one is looking at you. You deserve to be single forever!" Zi Dian murmured dissatisfied.
"You can go back."
With just such a sentence, Zi Dian suddenly shut up. Yuan Bing is single because he doesn't want to find someone, but he...Zi Dian can't help feeling sad when he thinks about his courtship experience. Didn't he just accidentally fell in love with a human-faced Kunpeng, and in the end, that Kunpeng didn't like him? It also attracted the ridicule of his fellow clansman. Come out together in winter to find guilt.
Alas, Zidian lamented. He knew he was ugly, and the purple spot on his face that was like lightning just split his face in two. For humans, his special appearance may be very recognizable, but for the Yingzhao family, he is simply the extreme representative of ugly ghosts.
Although he is a bit ugly, he is very strong, with powerful flying and attacking abilities. It stands to reason that his courtship journey should not be so bad, but for some reason, his fellow clans just look down on him, even the most The ugly mother-hero gave him a slap in the face, which made him despair of his own clan and began to develop outside the clan. Who would have thought... oh, don't mention it, it would bring tears to his eyes!
"Go west." Yuan Bing finally made a decision.
"Where to the west?"
"Mo said that in the past two years, we will build a road leading to the orc tribe, so we will go to the orc tribe and explore the road by the way."
Zi Dian rolled his eyes again, "Someone is doing the job of finding the way, so you don't need to do anything extra, okay? Even if you pat the priest's ass again, he won't mate with you."
Zi Dian finished his sarcasm and then muttered, "Why do you have to flatter our butt? Isn't it okay to flatter us? It's a strange way of saying it."
Yuan Bing looked at his partner expressionlessly, "Do you know why you haven't been successful in courting?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Because your mouth is too cheap."
Zi Dian was furious, and the ground covered by his claws was covered with snow, "You are the cheapest! Your whole family is the cheapest!"
"Did you only learn to swear and ridicule people when you went to the academy?" Yuan Bing sat firmly on Zidian, no matter how violent he was, he didn't see a trace of embarrassment.
"Have you ever said that about your partner? Call me a cheap mouth, and your mouth won't be much better! If I can't find a spouse, you will never find one! Just sleep and eat alone forever! You can only wait to die slowly when you are old! You poor pathetic fellow, get off me! You'd better freeze to death in the snow!"
Yuan Bing jumped off Zidian with a bow and arrow on his back, landed on the thick snow, and walked forward.
Zi Dian stared at the person who really got off him, and was stunned.
"Crackling." Seeing that Yuanbing was walking towards the west step by step without looking back, Zidian snapped his claws, turned his head and flew away in another direction.
The Dingyue tribe occupies a large area, and the border with the north is as cold as freezing to death.
Yuanbing walked and rested on the snow for two days, and finally saw the shadows of human buildings in the evening of this day.
It was a small stockade imitating the border town of Jiuyuan.
Since Jiuyuan built cities in various borders as the first line of defense against foreign enemies and as a transfer station for transactions, other major forces on the Eastern Continent have also learned from it. Ding Yue has always paid the most attention to the development of Jiuyuan. Good things, they will find ways to get them, regardless of whether they can digest them or not.
The reason why this small border town is called a stockade by Yuan Bing instead of a city is because it is very rough in construction and not large in scale. A stone tablet was erected at the gate of the stockade, and on it was engraved "Sacred Blood City" in Dingyue script and Jiuyuan script. three words.
Divine Blood City? What a big tone!
Yuan Bing took out a prepared burden from the storage bone bracelet, put it on his back, and walked slowly to the gate of the city.
The city gate was tightly closed, and some people gathered nearby to enjoy the fire under the wall.
Yuan Bing turned his eyes around and walked towards the biggest fire.
"Are you from the neighborhood? Hurrying to enter the city? It's too late. The city gate is closed, and we have to wait until tomorrow morning." A businessman rubbing his hands while warming himself by the fire gave up his seat and talked to him kindly. .
Yuan Bing tapped his chest with his right fist and thanked him with a warrior salute.
"Are you... a hunter or a warrior who came out to practice?" The other party glanced around him, and his eyes fell on his bow and arrows and baggage.
"the latter."
"Let me just say, who would run around in the wild alone in such a cold day? Just now everyone saw you from a distance and guessed your identity. Are you from Dingyue?" The middle-aged merchant was very talkative and enthusiastic. .
"No, I'm from Wood City."
"Mucheng, that's a good place, the winter there is not as cold as here..."
The middle-aged peddler chatted with Yuan Bing for a while, and after Yuan Bing took out a pack of precious red salt from his bag to share with everyone, the generous warrior was immediately accepted by the caravan.
Yuan Bing didn't talk much, but every time the merchants wanted to ask him the details, he just brought up a new topic, which caused the merchants to talk a lot, and talked a lot with him.
Soon, Yuan Bing learned some information he wanted to know.
For example, the reason why this border city is called the city of blood is because it was the last resting place at the border where chief Dingyue took the box containing twelve blood stones to Jiuyuan.
Another example is that this caravan is not a group, but is composed of three small caravans. It has not been formed for a long time, and they only meet occasionally on the road. They are temporary companions in order to better resist the attacks of beasts and savage tribes.
In addition to these trivial matters, Yuan Bing also heard an important piece of news that surprised him but had not yet reached Jiuyuan.
"Do you think that Chief Dingyue is really on the verge of death? I heard that he hasn't shown his face in the tribe for a while, and now it's their big witch and His Royal Highness the princess of Yincheng who come out to take care of things." A businessman suddenly road.
Yuan Bing's ears perked up.
The chatterboxes of the merchants opened up again, and those who knew a little news came out to share.
"I heard that he seemed to have a problem absorbing the bloodstone."
"Some people also say that Jiuyuan sent people to assassinate Chief Dingyue."
"No way, how did I hear that the Dingyue chief failed to reach the tenth level, went berserk and injured people, and ran away?"
"No matter which one it is, it is certain that something happened to Chief Dingyue. But it should have nothing to do with Jiuyuan, otherwise Dingyue would have declared war with Jiuyuan long ago?"
"They want to, but will they dare?"
"Hey, this is Ding Yue, please speak softly."
The merchants probably only knew a little bit about this matter, and the topic slowly turned to what Chief Dingyue and Princess Yincheng had to say.
Some people think that Ramona is very pitiful. Not long after she married the former chief of Dingyue, the former chief died. According to unwritten rules, the chief who came up later can marry Ramona again, but the current chieftain of Dingyue However, Shu Yi seemed to have no intention of caring for Ramona, and only gave her the position of a priest.
"If I were Princess Ramona, I would go back to Sound City. She has no offspring and no man to rely on. No matter how much she pays in Ding Yue, she is still an outsider."
"That's what you think! Why do people insist on going back to Yincheng? Not to mention that she has brothers who inherit Yincheng, and she may not have her position when she goes back. Just say outsiders... the great prince of Yincheng, La Moling, is also there Kuhara?"
"Yes, I think the people of Yincheng are very smart. You see, their eldest prince and princess are among the two most powerful forces in the Eastern Continent. No matter which one becomes the master of the Eastern Continent in the future, they don't have to worry about Yincheng. .”
"Jiuyuan is the most powerful person in the Eastern Continent, I admit, but Ding Yue... is still far behind? They don't even seem to have demigods, otherwise their chiefs would not be so eager to absorb the blood stone to hit the tenth level. "
"Tsk, if something happens to their chieftain, Dingyue may really be finished, maybe Dingyue will become attached to Yincheng in the future."
"Yeah, you said that if Jiuyuan knew the news, what would they do?"
The topic began to drift away, and Yuan Bing heard everyone packing up their tents and resting by the fire all the time.
Enthusiastic merchants invited Yuan Bing to share his tent, but Yuan Bing declined.
The merchants didn't force it either, they were enthusiastic, but they still had a lot of vigilance towards strangers, although they really wanted to win over this unknown warrior to join the ranks of caravan guardians.
Yuan Bing circled half a circle around the crude city wall, trying to find a corner that was sheltered from the wind and there were no people there.
Some parts of the city walls of the Holy Blood City are made of whole stones, some are made of crushed stones and mud, and some are made of rough wood and grass mud. Although it looks solid, but because of the non-standard materials and shapes, it is difficult to see it as a whole. It doesn't look regular.
At the corner, Yuan Bing found a fairly satisfactory resting place, but there were already some first comers here.
The first thing Yuan Bing saw was a pair of big naked feet.
A man of no age can be seen sitting on the base of the city wall with his disheveled hair wrapped in a shaved animal skin. Both feet were also frozen to a strange gray-blue color.
There were bloodstains around the man, some had been covered by heavy snow, but some could still be seen clearly.
Yuan Bing followed those feet and looked at the man's head nestled in the fur. There were also frozen blood clots on this man's hair, but he didn't know whether it was his own blood or someone else's blood.
Yuan Bing kicked those feet lightly.
The owner of the foot didn't even move.
do you died
Yuan Bing looked at other places and decided to choose this place.
As for the dead around? He can sleep in a pile of rotting corpses, so what's the matter with a frozen ghost sitting next to him
He took out a tent from the bone storage and skillfully propped it up, spread thick fur inside, and took out a thick quilt to put in it. When entering, he did not forget to light a small stove outside first, and then Carry the small stove into the tent.
Close the tent door, press it well, and put down the windshield wrapping on it, and the whole tent starts to heat up immediately.
The space inside the tent is not too small, enough for four adult men to lie flat inside.
Yuan Bing patted the pillow, took off his coat, put the bow and arrow beside the pillow, kept the sleeve arrows on both wrists, pulled the quilt and closed his eyes to sleep.
In the middle of the night, the howling of the wind and snow outside became louder, and the tent shook slightly.
Yuan Bing suddenly opened his eyes, raised his left arm, and pointed his sleeve arrow at the tent mouth.
The mouth of the tent was forcibly ripped open, and a furry head poked in.
Seeing the blood-stained face, Yuan Bing was stunned for a moment, and missed the best shooting opportunity.
That furry head probably felt the warmth inside the tent, and couldn't wait to open more tent doors, and the whole body quickly crawled in.
"Get out!"
Just as Yuan Bing yelled, a fist suddenly appeared in front of his eyes and slammed hard on his forehead.
Yuan Bing's eyes went dark, and the body that had just sat up fell down with a plop.
Yuan Bing before coma: ... Your mother!
The man who knocked Yuanbing unconscious with a punch came in and immediately put the tent back down, and then let out a breath of cold air.
This man with messy hair and beard and blood-smeared face that he couldn't see clearly was the "frozen man" outside. His skin color was still the gray-blue color of a frozen man after entering for a long time.
The man fixed the tent door, took off the shabby fur that wrapped his body, and quickly found the warmest source. Naked, he lifted the thick quilt of the original ice and crawled in.
Yuan Bing's half-folded body seemed to be a hindrance to him, the man reached out and grabbed Yuan Bing's neck, as if he wanted to strangle him to death to eliminate the threat.
But as soon as his hand was placed on Yuan Bing's neck, a warm feeling immediately came from the skin under his palm.
The man rubbed back and forth several times.
Warmth, and a strong pulse that represents life.
The man licked his lips and looked at Yuan Bing with a strange gaze.
He lowered his head, leaned on Yuan Bing and bit his neck, grinding his teeth.
It's a pity that he was already full at night. He ate most of the wolf king's meat and drank a full stomach of wolf blood.
Cold hands touched the collar of the clothes.
Warm skin scalded against the metallic cold.
The man tilted his head and looked at Yuan Bing with a little light from the small stove. Does this man seem familiar
I lowered my head and sniffed the smell. There was no fishy smell of wild beasts, nor the smell of humans not bathing all the year round. After smelling it for a long time, I could still smell a faint and very nice cool fragrance.
Yuanbing in a coma who loves cleanliness: ... If I knew such a day would come, I would definitely not take a bath all year round, and I would definitely make myself smell worse than the stones in the latrine!
The man seemed to like this smell very much, he not only took a deep sniff, but also stuck out his tongue to touch Yuan Bing's face and neck.
The palm of his hand rubbed back and forth on the hot, tactile chest skin, and the man's appetite gradually turned into another desire.
Do what you want!
Just like he would hunt wild animals when he was hungry.
The man put Yuan Bing right next to him, tore his clothes and pants two or three times, and with the remaining instinct, turned over Yuan Bing's body, and rode up like a wild beast...