The sunlight leaking through the shadows of the forest leaves has a hazy golden green color, mottled on the brown sunshade roof of the carriage.
Riding a camel beast, Ian followed the caravan that was slowly moving forward. He looked up at the source of the sun. The sky was long and vast, but it was divided by branches and dyed with a hint of green.
There were several common little brittle-bone finches on the branches, with light green feathers and a circle of brown neck feathers. They were looking at the caravan with their heads tilted and chirping.
Perhaps because their heads are relatively small, or they are really bold, they are not afraid of people, so they often become snacks for children in Nanling. Hence the name "Little Crispy Bones".
Ian has also eaten it and it tastes good.
But today is not the time, and the birds in early summer are also thin.
The caravan headed northeast along the official road.
The White Room Chamber of Commerce and the White Room Fleet are both family properties of the White People of Harrison Port. Ian naturally has certain management rights, but this time he is not in charge of the caravan. He is just a member of the team that goes out of the city and will leave midway.
passenger.
Of course, no one would really treat him as a passenger. Ian could monopolize a car and a camel, as evidenced by the fact that the steward often came to ask for help.
This caravan contains not only the White people, but also other herb gatherers and hunters from Harrison Port.
Like Ian, they are all passengers who will leave midway, and their goal is to go on a 'far hunting' to the entrance of the Baisen Mountains.
Although Nanling is rich in resources, most of the areas around the city have been cleared, and even if there is, it is basically territory enclosed by local lords or indigenous people.
If you want to truly obtain a substantial harvest, you have to go into the mountains and carry out long-term searches that can last for several weeks or even more than two months.
This is the origin of ‘far hunting’.
In the tradition of the Nanling mountain people, only those who have gone on a long hunt can be considered adults. During this process, hunters will learn to survive independently, find prey, judge and use every available thing around them, and communicate with trustworthy people.
Companions join forces to deal with tough enough prey.
Ian's travels are essentially a kind of long-distance hunting.
Most of these hunters and herb collectors who want to go hunting are well-honed experts, but the Terra Continent is still not peaceful, especially in the South Ridge, not to mention the indigenous mountain people, bandits, and flyers.
Fireland's special forces have indeed penetrated into various autonomous regions and colonies, causing many shocking tragedies.
For example, the town of Mina near Trois-Rivières was attacked by a armored bear. Several families were eaten alive, and most of the town's wooden walls were destroyed.
But the armored bear is a gentle bear that only eats fish and honey. The ascendants from Trois-Rivières who came to kill the giant bear discovered that the armored bear was infected with a fungus originating from the Flying Flame Land, and its nose was damaged.
, so it becomes violent.
Signs of similar fungal infections are spreading, and many beasts are showing a tendency to become violent.
The biological warfare in the Flying Flame Land has begun.
At this time, traveling alone is a bit frustrating, so smart Nanling people will choose to go together, or simply find a caravan to join them.
Most of the people in the caravan were acquaintances, but there was only one person who Ian really knew, Brin.
After the bloody battle with the natives that year, this medicinal collector learned the hard way and felt that if he still had the same mentality of messing around as before, let alone losing money, he would probably be treated as rotten meat by the natives or wild beasts.
Therefore, he practiced hard for several years, passed the caravan assessment, and became a team leader.
"Ian, how's it going? Are you still getting used to it?"
The tall former herb gatherer approached on a packhorse and approached with a smile: "Is this your first time traveling far away? Do you need me to teach you some wilderness survival skills? Don't worry, there's no charge!
"
"Come on."
Ian glanced at him, pretending to be disdainful and said: "It's just that I haven't been far away, and it's not that I haven't been out of the port. I may have killed more monsters than you have ever seen, so I don't need you to teach me survival skills.
"
"But if you are willing to pay me, I can teach you a little about the maze."
"Then I have no money." Brin raised his hands in surrender.
Back then, Brin did want to take away Ian's sleeping powder, but not to mention that this was the inducement that the young man had calculated. Later, he fought desperately for Ian's safety until the end, so the young man had long forgiven him.
As a family, it’s all a misunderstanding.
Over the years, Brin has often come with the latest herbal news in the market and some small channels to remind Ian what cheap and affordable herbs he should buy now, so the relationship between the two parties is not bad.
"If you want to go to Laian Territory, we have to separate in the Midela Autonomous Region. That place is located in the small basin of Two Mountains, and there is only one direct road."
After greetings, Brin began to talk about business. He unfolded the map to Ian and explained in detail: "We need to first pass through the Great Rift Valley and the area affected by the Labyrinth Reef Group of Illusion, pass by Anmore Town, and then arrive at Trois-Rivières City.
.This road is quite dangerous, so you need to be careful.”
"Further up, there is the mouth of Indigo Mountain where the mountain people live, and behind it is the Agate Stone Plain. It is much peaceful here. Let's separate at the Agate Stone Plain. We continue to walk towards Nauman City, and you turn to Le'an Territory.
The whole process may take more than ten days."
"There won't be any robbers or anything along the way, right?"
Ian thought there was no problem with this route, so he nodded, and then asked casually: "What do you usually do when you encounter bandits and bandits? Give money or fight? Do you need me to sweep them over?"
"Hi."
Regarding this question, Brin just shook his head: "Where did the robbers come from south of the Agate Stone Plain? Can the robbers be as fierce as the natives here?"
"The robbers will clear the way after receiving the money, and they may be able to do some business, but the natives can eat people!"
"That's right." Ian thought for a while and felt that his idea was a bit ridiculous.
Although the redwood forest natives are now in decline, in the final analysis, they still have their own 'power' inherited from the Ascended Ones... Bandits, rovers, or poor people who cannot survive, dare to enter the forest area around Harrison Port
, the result is probably to deliver fresh takeaways to the indigenous people.
"Understood."
Ian said to Brynn: "Remember to call me if you have anything, and ask me to appraise it if you encounter good things. It's my own caravan, so I won't bother you."
"If you encounter blind natives or bandits, remember to tell me that I want to experiment with new weapons."
"Okay. But Warcraft are more common than these guys."
Brin laughed, waved his hand, and continued to lead the team.
And Ian just smiled.
Senior herb collectors like Brin, after professional training, are the best guards of the Nanling caravan. They patrol the surrounding areas when the caravan moves forward, monitor the surrounding situation, and are more likely to discover traps or traps in the forest.
Natural source of miasma.
Accompanied by the sound of bells that could drive away wild beasts, the caravan walked forward steadily, sometimes entering the deep forest and sometimes arriving at the riverside.
When it rains for a while, the trees beside the official road begin to 'breathe', and white mist flows between the trees. This is a unique phenomenon in the redwood forest area. It is said that the forest communicates information through such mist, just like the pheromones between ants.
From time to time, you can see the channel of the Ewok River. In the sparkling river, there are often merchant ships traveling down the river, transporting huge trees and goods that can be used for shipbuilding.
If the source of the Ewok River was not deep in the Bysen Mountains, but around Nauman City, the construction speed of Harrison Port could be ten times faster.
Ian enjoyed the scenery of the primeval forest along the road. Even the power of the empire could not restrain this land for a long time. The official road opened decades ago was now somewhat dilapidated and old. Perhaps in another ten years, this road would be
Will return to the wilderness.
The weeds and small trees climbing on the road and the loose soil covered with a layer of moss are proof of this.
But that doesn’t matter, there will always be new roads taken by people.
But the boy didn't just stare at these beautiful views.
"The third."
He looked at the birds on the tree, counting the inexplicable numbers, and then nodded slightly: "There are quite a few."
However, since there was no 'immediate danger', he didn't care and just continued to ride the camel beast and move forward leisurely.
And the other side.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
On a small hill, the original bear den was transformed into a secret stronghold.
The veteran with short brown hair raised his head, opened his eyes, and let the light yellow psychic halo flash.
He looked solemn, and the burly soldier beside him immediately stood up straight and asked solemnly: "Is there anything abnormal?"
"It's a little strange."
The old man with a Feiyan accent murmured to himself, his sparse eyebrows frowning, and the wrinkles folded into a circle: "The flying bird I control seems to have been discovered by the target... but it seems that he is just watching the bird?"
"Does he really like watching birds that much? Then use small animal monitoring next time."
Shaking his head slightly to calm down, the old man said seriously: "I will continue to monitor, and you go and inform the local team that one of our targets has left Harrison Port."
"When the time is right, immediately launch a plan to capture it!"