Chapter 320 of The True Monarch Ling Xian: The cold wind has traces to follow
The mountain fire in Nodessa burned all night, and the dazzling fire gradually extinguished in the early morning of the next day.
Between the charred woods, there were rustling footsteps coming from a distance. It was a man wearing coarse linen clothes. He had a thick beard and no hair on his head. His thick nose shrank. Following the smell of burnt smell, he grabbed a man from the black.
A burned corpse beyond recognition,
"Ah!"
The man roared loudly, and near the charred trees behind him, more and more figures gathered, wearing leather jackets and sharp axes. They looked at the roaring man expressionlessly, gradually rising up on the spot, with strong body muscles.
Qiuzhao's eyes, which were opened angrily, suddenly glowed with a green light.
He threw the body in his hand back to the ground, turned sideways, and looked ferociously at his subordinates behind him.
"When I find them, I will use their flesh and blood to sacrifice these dead slaves."
He hid this uncivilized Yaksha in the Nodessa Mountains. He specially collected and captured passing business travelers and nearby residents to sacrifice to the dark gods. How could such a useful tool be half burned by a fire?
Will not make him angry.
The order was given, and figures all around silently disappeared into the woods after the fire, carrying their weapons.
at the same time.
The bullock cart was traveling along the road in the rugged area at its feet, heading to the next location, which was still more than a hundred miles away from the city of Vedradis mentioned by Duma. After passing there, it was close to the northwest mentioned by Chen Yuan.
"As long as we cross another mountain, the climate will become very cold. The northern country there will not be friendly to us. You, the most expensive guest, must be careful."
Along the way, Duma was responsible for his duties. He came to inquire about the business travelers he met along the way, marked the maps, and went to buy some food where there were cities and villages, which helped Chen Yuan avoid a lot of trouble.
At this time, there was another caravan coming from another direction, and it was Duma who made the decision in the middle to bring the two sides together, so that the ox-cart would not be so eye-catching.
It can also avoid many tedious things on the way. Of course, Duma also has selfish motives, that is, he can learn a lot by getting to know the caravan.
"The most expensive guest, there is a city ahead, which is the destination of this caravan. The leader of the caravan wants to invite us to go to the city together."
Duma brought back the words of the leader of the caravan from the front. The man had a thick beard that almost reached his chest. He was sitting on a horse and smiling at Chen Yuan from a distance.
"God's Coming"
"I'll leave it to them to take care of me along the way. Since it's a break-up meal, there's no harm in eating."
Chen Yuan smiled and cupped her hands towards the barbarian leader, turned around and opened the curtain, "Master, come with me to the city."
"If you don't go, the food of the barbarians is unpalatable."
The crazy old man still remembered what happened to the Duma family. In the food business, it would be better to follow the fat Taoist. Besides, he was also playing hard. He took the wood carvings of Xiaotian Dog in his hand and touched the red rabbit horse in his other hand.
They bumped back and forth, as if to see who was stronger.
Chen Yuan pondered for a moment. If the master didn't go, he couldn't be tough. He had to smile and then asked the fat Taoist: "You stay to take care of the bullock cart and my master."
"Okay, anyway, it's rare for me to stay with these barbarians. I don't know what the smell is on me. It's too heavy."
As for the Zhenhai monk, he naturally wanted to go. Since yesterday, he had made a great wish to return to the East while promoting Buddhism and learning a thing or two about the world here.
Seeing that the matter was over, Chen Yuan left Sun Zhengde behind and went with the monk to meet the leader of the caravan. The other party was also very enthusiastic about the oriental people he had never seen before. He talked a lot and asked Duma to translate.
While holding Chen Yuan's hand, he walked there.
The goods are also left here. After all, many procedures are required before they can be sold in the city.
Entering this small city, it is obviously a different style from the Wadi Ci that I have seen before. From Chen Yuan's perspective, it looks more like the Northern Europe of later generations. Rock blocks of different sizes are built into flat city walls and the hard soil is compacted.
On the street, flat-roofed stone houses are scattered in an orderly manner, and the foreign races with brown and yellow hair pass by. Apart from the language and clothing, the street scene in the Central Plains is similar to that of the city.
"The most expensive guest, please come inside."
The leader of the caravan entered the tavern with a group of people. Duma stood at the door and made an invitation gesture. Chen Yuan smiled and nodded. Just as he was about to call the monk, he found Zhenhai walking to the street with the golden bowl.
Shaking his head, he followed Duma to the table next to the caravan leader and sat down.
After listening to the meaningless words, he started chatting with the leader.
As noon approaches, the sun reaches the middle of the sky.
Below the dead leaves flying, there were caravans waiting outside the city, as well as the fat Taoist man in the oxcart. He yawned sadly, glanced at the crazy old man who was having fun in the car, got out of the car out of boredom, and ran away.
The grass on the road to the road lifted the hem of his robe, and the sound of water flowed.
A few dozen feet away from here, decaying grass was flying with dust. In the bleak winter, figures were running wildly, and from time to time someone whistled a bird's song.
The wind blew through the scene of the wilderness. Sun Zhengde, who was wearing a belt, seemed to hear the footsteps. He turned his head and looked, frowned, and whispered softly: "Where did so many savages come from? Hiss, they are rushing towards us!"
After reacting, the fat Taoist hurriedly waved and shouted to the people staying behind in the caravan over there. He couldn't understand the language. The eight or nine people staying behind over there thought the Taoist was greeting them and smiled and held up the wine bag to signal.
At this moment, someone among them noticed something was wrong and pointed in the distance and yelled.
They all took out their swords and axes from the car. In their eyes, a team of thirty or forty people ran wildly, with disheveled hair coming in. After all, at the moment when the ox cart was rolling, the fat Taoist spit out a mouthful and smeared it on his palms, rubbed it, and carried the peach wood.
The sword was about to be used, but the group of barbarians rushing towards them didn't pause at all, and they didn't even let out a roar, they just hit them straight away.
"Hey, wait, I'm going to recite the incantation!" The fat Taoist stopped the incantation, kicked out the barbarian and knocked him to the ground. He turned back and rushed to the bullock cart, yelling: "My mother, the barbarians are
Unruly."
The peach wood sword turned into a heavy sword in his hand, and he cut the head of another barbarian who climbed up into two halves. The thick sword blade was stuck in the head and could not be pulled out. He saw more barbarians rushing towards him.
Come on, even climbed onto the roof of the car. Sun Zhengde turned around and shouted at the crazy old man in the car curtain.
"Old madman, help!"
The crazy old man opened the curtain and glanced at the fierce barbarian running from outside, and snorted: "I'm not interested in a small scene. Besides, the apprentice is not here, who can I help? If you don't help, you can play by yourself."
"you……"
The fat Taoist's eyes widened anxiously, and he wanted to say more, but he was hugged by a barbarian from behind and thrown under the cart. Fortunately, the old cow pulling the cart suddenly raised his hind hoof and kicked the barbarian on the head.
, kicked him away, and then let the fat Taoist get up from the ground.
"Bah, you really don't have the ability, don't you?"
Sun Zhengde released the hilt of his sword, took out a few talisman papers and punched them out. The flames suddenly exploded in the rushing crowd.