The convoy seemed a little quiet, probably because it was close to the Qiusangze River. There were always disturbing legends in the woods nearby, not to mention that something like that had happened before.
Na Xin glanced around, then turned his head to untie the cowhide water bag from the saddle bag of the packhorse, pulled out the plug and raised his head and drank the remaining water inside. He frowned immediately, the smell of the water was a bit rotten, but fortunately, he should be able to reach the Qiusangze River before the night and replenish a new source of water there-if nothing else.
He stroked the animal's sturdy neck, grabbed the strap of the harness, and stuffed the shriveled water bag back in again. The packhorse snorted. This is an old horse with more than 20 years of teeth. Since he was doing this way of keeping his head on the waistband of the long border, this old man has chewed grass under his hands. NS.
The sky is getting dark lately, the gray sky is covered with a layer of mist, and some thin mist is floating in the forest in the distance, and a few long abandoned houses are looming, above the light clouds like streamers. , Shining with a few stars, dotted with a faint crimson on the horizon.
Na Xin stared in that direction. Where the sun went down, there was a land covered with black rose flags, across the kingdom of the dead and a wide ocean, and it was said that there was a prosperous human world.
The vision in the western sky happened three days ago. That night, the caravan stopped in Tomro. Everyone was drunk. The local population learned about the strange scene that night from the local population early the next morning. But he witnessed the golden raindrops falling from the sky and falling below the western horizon.
That scene reminded him of the death disaster that the old people said 70 years ago. After the stars fell from the sky, it didn’t take long for the “weirds” to appear. They began to attack villages and towns in groups. At that time, the border of Qiangwei began to be deserted and gradually became an uninhabited wilderness.
Fortunately, if it weren't the case, it wouldn't have the value of the existence of blood-licking people like them. Since the undead began to retreat westward, the desperadoes in this no-man's land have become more prosperous.
Because both Rosalin and the Black Moon Lords need this fragile lifeline. If the skeletons do not have a rest forever, they need a variety of materials. Many people are smuggling corpses and bones. The lord of Rosalin clearly prohibits such behavior, but who does not know that the Sarin border guard is the biggest smuggler.
It's a pity that this business is going to be cut off now.
Na Xin looked at the withered villages in the forest. It is not surprising that there are too many such villages on the border of Rosalin. Earlier, under the intrusion of the undead, humans could still survive and thrive in the forest, but those The appearance of things changed everything.
Now the residents here either moved back to Rosalin's sighing wall, or crossed the strait to become refugees in Jiufeng, or turned into a pile of bones.
The activities of the strangers are getting more and more frequent. The undead retreat and retreat to the east of the Dead Moon Sea. Now this fragile trade route has become more and more long and dangerous, and more and more people have survived on this road. The less.
"Naxin." A middle-aged man came up from behind on horseback. He let his mount pace and slowed down beside Naxin. When the shadow covered Na Xin, he raised his head to look at the approaching person. The man sitting on horseback looked serious under the flat forehead, and there were two palpable sharp eyes on both sides of the straight bridge of the nose. There seems to be many stories hidden in the vicissitudes of eyes, it looks weather-beaten, but the naked skin is very well maintained, not at all like the desperadoes who are rolling on the tip of a knife like them, he looks like a pampered person.
This kind of person is generally a nobleman, or a knight from the north of Rosalind. Nassin looked at his war horse-it was a real war horse, not like a mixed-breed like a workhorse, that horse was full of horseback. A man tall, slender and strong, with shiny and smooth fur, the horse stood still, and the lines of perfect muscles were like works of art in Naxin.
This horse in Rosalin did not know what kind of sky-high price to buy, but Na Xin knew that it was not a question of money at all, because this is a typical ghost car, and in Jiufeng, only the most upright knight can use it. Mounts.
Therefore, he didn't dare to hit the horse at all. Those real desperadoes might hit Jiufeng's nobles with crooked thoughts, but he was just a scavenger, not the butchers on the dark road.
The middle-aged man was wearing a thin gown, with a half-length black hair hanging on his shoulders, a thin ponytail behind his head, and a black leather eye mask covering half of his face. , An earthworm-like scar showed a sharp point from under the eye mask, and it was carved on his right face like a tattoo.
His hand in mink gloves is always on the reins, and the other hand is not too far away from the hilt of the long sword hanging on the saddle. It is a bronze sword that is swallowed by a brave, and it is the same as the swords from other places in Warnd. The style is very different.
The horse snorted under the control of the knight, and sprayed a thin mist from behind the mouth of the cage.
The middle-aged man looked at him condescendingly, and said to him, "Is there still water?"
Xin Bi looked at each other respectfully, and replied, "The water is a bit rotten, is Miss Huang Huo thirsty, but Qiu Sangzehe is in front of him, Mr. Liu?"
"It's the one you picked up."
"He is awake?"
Na Xin asked in surprise.
The man was picked up from the avenue near Tomrow three days ago after the strange scene happened. When they found each other, the young man fell under a low stone wall, wearing a strange overcoat. , Face down, unconscious.
Nassin knew that the place used to be the road for the farmers of Tomuro to herd their sheep, but since the weirdness began to wreak havoc, the herders migrated to the west of Tomuro, leaving behind a no-man’s land. They don’t know how long they haven’t been there. I have encountered travelers outside of the'companion' there.
However, he concluded that the young man was probably not a scavenger. First of all, he did not look similar to the people in this area. His hair was not black, but a beautiful dark chestnut color. The bridge of the nose was very straight, the lips were thin, and the skin was very white. Quite a handsome young man, Na Xin has seen the dark nobles among the undead a few times, and subconsciously feels that the other party is very similar to those people, but there is no such cold breath on his body.
Then, although the clothes on the other party's wear were very badly worn, he could see that the workmanship was very delicate, and the shirt inside was actually silky, which surprised him quite a bit. He had never heard of the extravagance of that scavenger.
"Not yet," the middle-aged man shook his head and replied, "But at least he has reacted to the outside world. Miss Huang Huo is taking care of him. You can find a way to get some water."
"That's really no way, Mr. Liu," Naxin replied, "Only when the Qiusangze River can be refilled, the rest of the water has been polluted. Those of us can drink it, but that At first sight, the young man is of a pampered background, and his body is weak. After drinking the rest of the water, he still doesn't know what's wrong with it."
The middle-aged man, known as Mr. Liu, immediately looked at this man who was scornfully called a "scavenger" or "vulture" by the citizens of Rosalin. It's such a cringing character.
But he didn’t look down on the other party. He had been to many places and had seen many things. It was not the nobles who took things for granted. He knew that although the theft of corpses to the undead is not a commendable thing, sometimes it’s true to live. It’s more important than respect for the dead.
Some of these people are really morally depraved, doing things like robbers in the wild, and he has also heard of the butcher on the dark road. But there are also some people who are really under pressure to survive, and this person in front of them is obviously exactly the same.
When Na Xin rescued the young man, he didn't expect that this person is a believer of the blind goddess, and people who have faith in the underworld are always more respectable than those who are completely depraved.
So when the young lady asked to take care of the young man, he didn't stop him.
Besides, he was also a little curious about the identity of the young man.
Unlike Na Xin’s superficial knowledge, he knew very well that the human kingdom across the Dead Moon Sea. Although Jiufeng was blocked, he still maintained the time with Saint Osor and Eruin through the channel of the Sea of Dark Light. Intermittent trade.
He touched his leather gloves, and suddenly remembered another thing: "Na Xin, I heard that when you were here, there was a flood through the Qiusangze River?"
That was shocked.
As if this matter was mentioned, his face was covered with a haze.
"You tell me, Mr. Liu, this thing is indeed a bit weird." He swallowed and spit, and replied: "You know that I am the believer of Goddess Elaine. This bad omen has disturbed me for a long time..."
To be precise.
This was Na Xin's last job. Although he hadn't saved enough money, it was enough to survive in Rosalind. As for returning to Jiufeng, he had to find another way. It is said that the lord of Rosalin had already made preparations to retreat to the other side of the strait, and the strangers would never cross the ocean to attack the Swift Plain.
As for where the undead will retreat, that is not what he can care about. The news from the front line is that the twelve black moon lords are confronting the strangers in the field of bones. It is almost a war. . Although the undead had already begun to retreat steadily, they would never lose the entire battlefield-he couldn't help thinking like that.
"It was like this back then..."
Na Xin said, recalling the situation at the time.
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