Norman sorted out all the information about the Demon Sealed Land in his mind, and then recovered from the shock.
He spoke again: "Sir, if we really want to go to the Demon Sealed Land!"
"Then how do we go west?"
"This direction is the direction of the blood-soaked land!"
"Eh? Could it be that our first stop is the blood-soaked land?"
Mond nodded: "Let's go to the blood-soaked land!"
"It's impossible for the two of us to cross this chaotic land where all kinds of races live together!"
"I'm going back with the army!"
"I will kill anyone who dares to stop me!"
"Fight all the way back home!"
Ye Fan was surprised when he heard this.
This Mond is actually the bloodline of some land sealed from demons!
Moreover, he wants to lead the army and kill people throughout the vast and chaotic land where all ethnic groups live. He is indeed an evil spirit!
Ye Fan is becoming more and more interested in the journey of these two people!
When Norman heard Mond's words, his scalp went numb.
He showed a slightly bitter smile: "Sir, bring... bring the army back to fight?!"
"Well, recruiting troops costs money, and it also requires people!"
"Um, shall we go to the Blood Soaked Land and buy slaves?"
Fierce battles often break out between the City of Order in the north and the Land of Chaos in the south.
The various tribes in the north have a large population, but the environment in the chaotic land is very harsh and there is little food.
The territories of various ethnic groups often gathered together, crossed the north-south boundary, and came to the south to kill and plunder.
Moreover, the inherent racial confrontation also led to frequent large-scale battles between the two places.
Years of war have resulted in almost no life on the long north-south border.
And in a treacherous desert wasteland in the northwest, there is a bloody place.
This is a no-man's land where neither the North nor the South cares.
Truly every inch of land is filled with killing and blood.
But this is also the only trading zone where the North and the South turn a blind eye.
Merchants of various tribes brought food from the south to the north in exchange for furs and source stone minerals.
In this way, they can share what they have with each other and make huge profits.
Such huge profits naturally attracted many profit-seekers and desperate criminals.
This place is full of violent criminals of all races, bandits, and criminals. It is a truly bloody place.
Norman quickly went over the information about the blood-soaked land in his mind.
At this time, Mond looked at Norman in confusion: "What did you say, old man?"
"Buy slaves? We have no money, how can we buy slaves?"
Norman was speechless for a while, and asked with a little confusion: "Sir, are we going to the Blood Soaked Land to form a caravan and start making money first?"
Mond shook his head: "No, that's too slow!"
"Just go rob if you don't have money, and go rob if you don't have money!"
"I believe that once we enter the blood-soaked land, someone will soon send us money and people!"
"Hahaha-"
Norman looked at Mond laughing as if it was a matter of course and was slightly stunned.
Ye Fan had been listening to their conversation, and he had to say that Mond’s idea was very correct.
If the Blood-Soaked Land is really such a chaotic place where no one is in charge, then under the limited order, there is only one truth.
Whoever has the bigger fist is right!
Norman obviously thought of this too.
He looked at Mond with a little surprise, and suddenly felt that the big man in front of him looked crazy, reckless and fearless.
But his views on many things are often sharp and incisive.
Norman nodded and agreed, "Indeed, sir!"
"As long as our fists are big enough, once we enter the blood-soaked land, we can rely on guns for everything!"
Along the way, Norman seemed to be infected by Mond, and his eyes became as sharp as a wolf.
Mond looked at Norman's appearance, and Lang smiled and patted his shoulder: "Let's go, old man!"
"The blood-soaked land is waiting for us to conquer!"
Norman rubbed his shoulders again with a grin on his face, and couldn't help but cast a healing magic on his shoulders.
Then, the old magician followed closely in Mond's footsteps.
The combination of one tall and one short, one strong and one thin, soon disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.
After leaving the territory of the gnolls, the gnolls' pursuit disappeared.
It may also be that after the death of a team of elite magic cavalry and a team of elite black panther cavalry, the Werewolf Lord was unwilling to pay more for these two small figures of Mond.
So along the way, Mond and Norman's journey went smoothly as they crossed two mountain ranges, three rivers, and entered the wasteland of the bloody land.
As soon as we walked out of the mountains, a very violent sand storm blew towards us.
The rough, fine sand and gravel mixed in the gusts of wind blew on people's faces, making them feel painful as if they were pricked by fine cow-hair needles.
If you wear wide, open clothing, you will soon find that a lot of fine sand has found its way into your clothes.
It makes people feel very uncomfortable.
Mond strode through the gusts of wind and sand, not paying any attention to this trivial detail.
Norman is a little bit difficult.
He frowned slightly, feeling that if he spoke, his mouth would be filled with sand.
Ta-da-da, ta-da-da—
At this time, a long and dense sound of horse hooves came from afar in the wind and sand.
“Woo woo woo—”
Immediately afterwards, there were waves of desolate and distant trumpet sounds.
Hearing these horns, Mond immediately laughed grimly: "Norman, get ready, our money is coming to your door!"
"Yes, sir!"
Norman responded, bowing behind him.
He was feeling unhappy at the time, and the arrival of this person gave him a chance to vent his anger.
Ye Fan looked in the direction where the horn came from.
I saw some shadows gradually appearing in the sky full of wind and sand.
These shadows move very quickly. A few seconds ago, they were still far away and appeared as a light shadow.
In the next few seconds, it passed through the rolling sand and came closer.
This is exactly a bandit group from a bloody land, or a group of horse bandits.
Each of these people rode a powerful Warcraft horse.
These monster horses are completely different from the tall and big horses in the south that have fast short-distance sprint speed and powerful charging force.
This kind of Warcraft horse is basically khaki or beige in color, and looks a little short.
The short-distance sprint speed is not fast, but Mond and Norman both know that the endurance and patience of this Warcraft horse are very good.
It is also the standard equipment of these horse bandits in the wilderness.
On horseback, each bandit was wearing a dark grey cloth robe to protect himself from the wind and sand.
In the wind and sand, the robes rustled and fluttered backwards.
These cloth robes concealed the bandits' faces, leaving only a pair of vicious and cruel eyes.