It was as if a shadow hung over his heart.
That uncomfortable feeling made Kieran subconsciously look to the distance: the direction of the High Road.
But there was nothing in his field of vision, and the throbbing seemed to disappear, everything seemed to be hallucinating.
However, Qin Ran knew the horror of it.
Even if it is an illusion!
You know, at this moment, his mental attribute has reached the g+ level, and his evaluation has already been above the strong 2 level, and he has not entered the level of the 3rd level.
To be able to give him the illusion of such a level of mental discomfort is undoubtedly fatal to others.
not to mention…
Is that really an illusion
Qin Ran put his hands on his chest, feeling the powerful beating of two hearts, the flow of the power of dawn, the lurking power of plague, the unruly power of demons, and the wanton power of original sin , feeling the introverted power of the holy thorn.
Feel the 'palpitations' that seem to disappear, but still exist.
Like a cunning thief, the 'heart palpitations' were silently hidden in his heart. If he didn't discover it, it would undoubtedly become a ticking time bomb.
But found out
The unruly power of the devil was first dispatched, and it was torn into pieces.
The wanton power of original sin devoured it without hesitation.
The power of dawn washed away the last remnants of the opponent until there was nothing left.
call!
After heaving a sigh of relief, Qin Ran opened his eyes with a strange light shining in them.
Without pausing, Kieran bent down, stretched out a finger, and traced it on the ground.
sunrise at dawn.
Break the prison of darkness.
The light shines on fields, rivers, and forests.
A faint, gentle white light began to bloom on the [Dawn Seal], which naturally resonated with the power of dawn in Qin Ran's body.
Then, white light shrouded within a radius of 10 meters.
Under the shroud of light, Qin Ran raised his hand and picked up a handful of soil, carefully sensing the changes in it.
A faint, dark force quickly disappeared.
The soil, which was already dry without much moisture, became even more dry with the disappearance of this trace of power, and drifted away with a gust of wind.
"The power of the terrible curse!"
Qin Ran commented.
Then, he frowned.
Even though he didn't know much about the power of the curse, Kieran understood that the power he felt in the mud was different from the power of the curse that Modi erupted just now.
Modi's is more obvious.
The ones in the soil are more obscure and difficult to detect.
"Is this power from that guy's handwriting?"
"Still from..."
"The High Road?!"
Qin Ran guessed uncertainly.
But there is one thing that Kieran can be sure of.
The other party's malicious intentions!
"Looking forward to your next appearance."
After Qin Ran finished speaking calmly, he picked up the unconscious Banks and disappeared.
Qin Ran did not kill the opponent.
Apart from the fact that killing the other party would not do any good, the more reason was that he was in short supply.
The time it took for the opponent to enter the instance of [Sword of Dawn] was longer than he expected.
Not only has it established its own power, but judging from Modi's words, this power has reached a considerable level.
Faced with such a force, Qin Ran was not afraid, just like he didn't mind having an extra loyal subordinate, especially the elite left behind after his enemies helped him complete several screenings.
…
In that deep cave, the stench became more and more intense.
Animal and human skeletons increased by more than 10% overnight.
But more beings called 'food' were still being sent in continuously, and sent to the man with a stooped body who still looked extremely tall.
Compared with the beginning, the man at this time seemed to be even hungrier.
Even if he ate enough food.
"weak!"
"weak!"
"too weak!"
"Such low-level flesh and blood have no nutritional value!"
The man's stomach let out a roar like thunder.
Hunger made him dissatisfied.
Hunger made him restless.
Hunger made him... bloodthirsty.
However, in the next moment, all of this disappeared.
With the outbreak of Modi's curse, the dissatisfaction, anxiety, and bloodlust on the man's face all disappeared.
Only joy remained on the man's face.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Accidental discovery!"
The man laughed loudly and was about to stand up and walk out of the cave.
"If you don't want to be that guy's prey, you can go out and try."
The voice of reminder came from behind the man, making the man's movements stiff.
"damn it!"
"Haven't you found it yet?"
The man cursed and asked.
"without!"
"It is necessary to find the real chess piece. There are too few clues given by an abandoned piece!"
The reminder voice answered.
"Where is that pawn?"
the man asked.
"East."
The other party answered.
"East?"
"Dawn Capital?!"
The man was taken aback.
"Um."
"Dawn City."
The other party nodded.
"you sure?"
The man who knew something inside was a little hesitant.
"I never make a mistake."
The other party's voice was calm.
It was the calm voice that made the man make his final decision.
"Walk!"
"Go to Dawn City!"
"but… "
"Before I leave, I have to create some trouble for that 2567. He's going so well, he will become my biggest competitor, and..."
The man muttered, but his voice became smaller and smaller, gradually becoming inaudible.
…
When Gregory arrived at Broken Stone Town with his people and a lot of supplies, the sky was already bright.
The sun's rays shone on people, warming them, not only dispelling the cold of traveling all night, but also a lot of fatigue disappeared.
For the half-breed Frostwolf cub being held by Gregory, it was even more fun.
Because it smelled Kieran's breath.
The Frostwolf cub broke free from Gregory's arms, slipped through the roadblocks and the queued crowd, half-jumped and half-climbed over the gate of the town, and rushed straight to the security post in Gravel Town.
With the mixed-race Frostwolf cubs leading the way, Gregory and his party were easily let go.
As for the others in line
Sorry, please continue to queue.
Even if you were once a resident of Gravel Town.
Their departure last night had already caused them to lose their status as townspeople.
Apart from familiarity, there are no privileges.
However, no one was dissatisfied.
Not only because the entire Highway is done like this, but also because the heads of the 'Sand Pirates', 'Skull Crushers' and many robbers and bandits hang outside the town.
A head swaying with the wind in the morning sun is the best warning sign, more useful than any words or actions.
A short, middle-aged man in an ill-fitting uniform and hat appeared at the gate of the town.
"Good day, everyone."
"Everyone may know me. I'm old Piccolo, the owner of the dwarf wine glass and rice bowl, and the new tax collector in Gravel Town."
"I issue an order to everyone. This is not my order, but that adult's order. As for who it is, everyone must know it very well. I don't need to talk nonsense."
"The townspeople who left Broken Stone Town last night, you have betrayed the most basic faith, so you no longer have the status of the townspeople of Broken Stone Town, but your property? The benevolent lord will not confiscate it, but will wait for you Level conversion, you bastards, thank that lord for his kindness! If it were me, I would definitely hang you all to death!"
As Old Bick said, he bared his teeth at the original townspeople who bowed their heads in shame, like a vicious dog.
Then, the vicious dog looked at the returning caravans.
That kind of malicious gaze made the hearts of these caravans feel uneasy.
Then, such unease was confirmed.
"The new caravan remains the same, one copper for each person, three coppers for a horse, and three coppers for a car, and you are welcome to come with dwarf wine glasses and rice bowls, and you will get old Bick's self-brewed wine for free of wheat wine, and the caravan that left yesterday...”
"terribly sorry!"
"You are no longer welcome in Crushed Stone Town!"
"Simply put, if you appear near Broken Stone Town in the future, you will be regarded as robbers and bandits, and you will be attacked by our heroic militia, and your corpse will be hung outside the town to dry!"
Old Bick's words caused an uproar in the caravan.
The people in the caravan shouted one by one.
"Can't!"
"You can't do this!"
"It's not fair!"
"You are forcing us to death!"
…
Facing such shouts, Old Bick sneered.
"Of course it can!"
"Because, this is the order of the lord! This is in line with all the laws of San Seanda, even if the king is here, there is nothing to say!"
"And the fairness you want?"
"When you chose to leave last night, you have already gone to hell with your courage, you can go there to find them!"
"Of course, I don't mind giving you a ride!"
As soon as Old Bick finished speaking, a group of militiamen with long swords appeared behind Old Bick, and on the arrow tower, several mercenaries who had just joined the militia bent their bows and aimed their arrows at it.
Suddenly, the scene quieted down.
Those caravans that were forced to leave were still aggrieved one by one.
But looking at the sharp sword and the cold light on the arrow, they chose to leave very wisely.
Even if they have more guards, it is useless.
Because Crushed Stone Town does not rely on these people at all.
He is the eldest son of the burning family.
Thinking of the horror of that person, thinking of the bursting head, thinking of the burning black flame, none of these people dared to do anything wrong.
But looking at the backs of these people leaving, Old Bick continued to speak.
"By the way, you said we were forcing you to death?"
"So… "
"Have you ever thought about whether you who left last night are also driving us to death?"
"Get out!"
"A group of bastards who only want to pick up cheap!"
"Don't think I don't know your plan to come back so early!"
"My lord is still too kind. In my opinion, you are the ones who deserve to be hanged the most!"
Old Bick cursed loudly.
Those caravans who were still aggrieved immediately ran away in despair.
They were poked into the darkest little thoughts.
Seeing the other party leaving in embarrassment, Old Bick spat fiercely on the ground under his feet, then turned around and looked at today's new caravan and traveler.
"Everyone, please line up and enter the town according to the instructions of our militiamen."
"besides… "
"Welcome everyone to Broken Stone Town."
As if changing his face, the old Bick put away his resentment and put on a smiling face, bowing to these newcomers while smiling.
Standing in the dark, Vaughan, who witnessed all this, couldn't help but sigh.
Before, he was the one who most opposed old Bick becoming a tax officer.
But judging from the current situation, Old Piccolo is the most suitable one at the moment.
only…
Is the other party loyal
With such doubts, the young militia captain returned to the security station, told Qin Ran everything truthfully, and expressed his doubts.
Kieran, who was scratching the chin of the hybrid Frostwolf cub with his finger, did not speak.
Gregory, who just joined at the side, answered instead of Kieran.
"Don't worry, Captain Vaughn."
"As long as old Piccolo doesn't want to die, he will be more loyal to my lord than anyone else."
Gregory said with a pun.
The young militia captain frowned thinking about this sentence.
He always felt that the words meant more than the literal meaning.
But Kieran didn't give the young man more time to think.
"Vaughn, I need you to reorganize the militia."
"We originally had 13 people, mercenaries joined 10 people, Gregory brought 25 people, and the number has reached 48 people. I don't need you to train them so strictly, but I hope they can be worthy of the leather armor and waist. The long sword in the middle, the bow and crossbow in the back and the war horse in the crotch."
Qin Ran said.
"Yes, my lord."
"Thank you Lord Gregory for your donation."
The young militiamen responded loudly, and then thanked Gregory again, with a very sincere tone and demeanor.
Undoubtedly, this is very pleasing.
Especially the mobility is amazing.
"What a help."
Seeing the other party's orderly arrangement, Gregory couldn't help but admire.
Qin Ran did not deny this either.
But not too much attention.
With the skill of [Strong Branded Fur], these improvised militias will definitely not be able to enter the front-line team under Qin Ran's command.
Those wolves that are strong and powerful, far surpassing ordinary wolves are.
Thinking of those fearless, loyal and reliable wolves that could rapidly expand their power, Kieran stood up straight.
"Hall, Gregory, I need you to buy a lot of meat, the more the better."
"Also pay attention to the movement around you."
"Although the 'Sand Pirate', 'Skull Crusher' and 'Bearman' are dead, it doesn't mean that the surrounding bandits and bandits are extinct!"
After saying that, Qin Ran walked out.
It is naturally impossible for a large-scale wolf pack to be in Gravel Town.
Instead, it was in a canyon fifteen kilometers away from Broken Stone Town. It was originally the place where the robbers and bandits raised their war horses. After being taken over by Seyel, it became the place where Qin Ran raised wolves.
"grown ups!"
Banks looked at Kieran approaching and saluted respectfully.
As the new person who was controlled by Qin Ran with the [Mesli's Ring], the other party quickly showed abilities far beyond Qin Ran's imagination.
Not only has a considerable level of mysterious knowledge, but also knows alchemy, enchanting, and pharmacy.
What's more important is that in the other party's laboratory, there are enough sword spine blue, diamonds, black oil ore and other necessary materials to complete [branded fur].
"Is everything ready?"
Qin Ran asked.
"All ready!"
Banks replied.
"Then let's get started!"
With that said, Qin Ran walked straight into the canyon.
Banksy followed suit.