Quickly returning to the convoy, the camp was still deserted. A few mercenaries were holding swords and leaning against the carriage, soundly sleeping. The smoke from the campfire gradually faded, and it tilted slightly in the wind.
Angelet walked lightly, walked to the bullock cart assigned to him, opened the carriage and got in. He lay on his side next to Friela. He opened his eyes and listened quietly in the darkness.
The sound of slight footsteps soon came from outside the carriage, and soon it gradually faded away.
Angelet leaned against the inner wall of the car and thought about all the information he had received today.
"If the ancestor of light is really the backstage of the church, then we must not act rashly and expose ourselves. Even if the ancestor of light was defeated or sealed, his power is greatly reduced now. But even the remaining strength may not be what I can
Competitive."
Angelet recalled the old eye-catching dragon he had seen. Looking back now, the power level of that old dragon was probably the same as his own now. It was equivalent to a natural disaster lord without the help of nightmare power. Compared with what the beholder said
The dazzling dragon king is much stronger. This is probably the key reason why it can survive for so long.
From this point of view, in ancient times, there were three major tribes of wizards that were most prosperous. The Chaos Dragon Clan was just one of them. The Dazzling Dragon Clan under its branch had such a powerful existence. Not to mention the most powerful humanoid wizard race at that time.
.There are definitely not a few beings at the same level or even stronger.
Such a terrifying force was defeated by the Ancestor of Light in one fell swoop. In the end, they fought tooth and nail to regain the victory.
Angelet's eyes tightened in the darkness. "Through this calculation, the level of the Ancestor of Light is definitely above Xi Fan. It is even stronger than ordinary Xi Fan." Xi Fan's realm is just his qualitative change level above himself.
A realm scope of naming. A scope involving the original source.
But in fact, he was not able to know what the differences were between the existences above this realm.
Sitting in the darkness, Angelet's eyes looked a little cautious.
Gugu!! Gugu!!
The hoots of fluorescent owls could be heard outside.
The sky gradually turned from black to gray, and the chirping of birds gradually mixed in. As early morning approached, the forest quickly became lively.
Angelet suddenly glanced at Friela beside him and pretended to close his eyes and sleep.
Friela quietly opened her eyes and found that she was right next to Angele. Her whole body was leaning against him. Her face suddenly turned red. She gently let go and stepped back, then carefully put on the gray-brown shorts.
He put on his sleeveless top and trousers, casually combed his longer blond hair, and then carefully climbed towards the door of the carriage.
She stuck her little butt out and was about to climb to the door of the car curtain. Suddenly she remembered something and climbed back carefully. She quietly picked up the saw cross sword Angele had placed beside the wooden box. At the same time, she stared at Angele closely.
She closed her eyes, looking nervous as if she was afraid that he would suddenly wake up.
The length of the saw sword was still a bit long in the narrow carriage, and it was placed next to Angele. Friela tried her best not to touch the "sleeping" Angele. She raised the sword and carefully retracted it from Angele's body.
Slowly. Slowly.
It took more than ten seconds for Friela to finally take out the saw sword completely. Her face was already slightly out of breath and flushed with exhaustion. She held up the five or six kilogram saw sword with one hand, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.
After getting the sword, Friela took out a red booklet from her small box and put it into her coat pocket. She felt her butt crawling towards the car curtain.
Snap!
Suddenly a hand slapped her hard on the butt.
Friela froze. She didn't dare to move. She looked back tremblingly, and saw the sleeping Angele smacking her mouth. She happened to turn over, and his big hand came over and slapped her right on her butt.
"Damn you wretched uncle!! I will repay you for lunch!! I haven't tried the fly meat sauce yet, it must taste good!" Friela cursed in a low voice, feeling the warm touch of her buttocks.
I was so frightened that I was sweating profusely.
Slowly moving forward, he slowly slid his big hands down his buttocks, landing on his calves, and then moved them to the floor of the car.
Furila breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly climbed out of the car and pulled down the dirty gray cloth curtain.
Sitting in the driving seat, she took out her red leather deer boots from the fixed wooden box on the right side and quickly put them on.
He quickly jumped out of the car with his saw sword in hand and walked towards the dark woods nearby.
"Disgusting! Damn it! Feces and bugs are ten times more noble than you! When I develop my peerless swordsmanship, one day I will beat you into a pig's head!! Pig's head!" Friela suddenly became angry when she thought of the embarrassing situation just now.
Come to one place.
As she walked, she slashed at the surrounding bushes with her saw sword. With a clattering sound, green grass clippings and branches were chopped everywhere.
"Pity my Heroic Legend Epic Cross Sword...The abominable Andre actually used such despicable means as food and accommodation fees to steal all my treasures!!!" She cursed the abominable uncle as much as possible,
After cursing for a long time, after thinking about it, she still couldn't find a more vicious word to describe Andre. "Pig-headed Andre!" She nodded and repeated it angrily. "Pig-headed Andre!"
In the car, Angele couldn't bear it any longer, he propped up his body and burst into laughter. Looking out from the gap in the car window, he happened to see Friela cursing and covering her butt with one hand.
"This little guy... is quite funny. He usually behaves well-behaved and sensible in front of me..."
Shaking his head, Angele sat up cross-legged and began to continue his daily attempts at the door to the microscopic world.
The sounds of the guard mercenaries waking up gradually sounded outside the window.
We sat there until Friela came back out of breath and had breakfast together. The motorcade was just about to get back on the road, with the sound of wheels hitting some small stones from time to time, and the whole car body trembling.
Angele was leaning against the carriage out of boredom, reading an old yellow novel. Friela was gesturing with a small branch on one side, as if she was still reminiscing about her sword practice in the morning.
"Xiao Ruila, have the clothes been washed?"
"Wash it."
"Have you fed the old cow?"
"Hey, this is the Tongluo grass sold by Aunt Wade of the caravan. One copper coin a meal."
Angelet raised his head and glanced at her.
"The carriage hasn't been wiped yet, right? And haven't you washed my shoes?"
Furila's expression froze.
"I'm not asking you to travel with me for free." Angelet said with a straight face, "Go quickly. Remember to use a bakelite brush and be firmer!"
Friela took a deep breath and stared at Angele without any trace. That look was obviously saying, you are dead... you are dead!! She roared in her heart. I won't add enough seasoning to your lunch.
My last name is yours!!
"Okay, go quickly, thank you for your hard work." Angelet smiled and patted the little guy on the shoulder, "Remember not to be lazy. I'll go out for a while."
He got off the oxcart and followed the convoy. When he turned around, he saw Furila honestly starting to wash her shoes and the carriage. Then he was satisfied and rushed to the convoy in front.
"Exercising those few postures of swordsmanship all day long will hurt your body...relax your muscles." He caught up with the car in front of him in a few steps, grabbed the wooden frame of the car and followed.
Two mercenaries in shabby clothes followed closely behind the car. They were chewing something as they walked, looking like they were lazily awake.
Angelet took the initiative to come forward.
"You two, do you know where Hylia is now?"
One of the mercenaries glanced at him: "Hylia? That guy seems to be sick. Why are you looking for him?"
A silver coin popped out of Angelet's hand and flew accurately into the man's hand.
A smile suddenly appeared on the mercenary's face. "I'll take you there. The guy is very ill now and is lying in the back car to rest."
Without saying a word, he walked back with Angele, past the carriage where Angele bought and lived, and the two of them soon came to the back of the convoy, which was filled with a series of oxen pulling carriages.
Several sick men and women were lying on several dirty gray-black wooden boards. Each of them looked pale and listless.
The mercenary stopped approaching when he got here. "Go there by yourself, be careful of getting infected here. These people are infected with epidemic diseases, which are difficult to cure." He looked disgusted and walked back quickly.
.
There were constant groans coming from the wooden boards behind the motorcade. Lying on a board on the far left side was the middle-aged mercenary from last night who was in despair.
This man's complexion was sallow, and his condition was different from the others. He lay on the wooden board without saying a word. His body shook a few times along with the car board, but other than that, he didn't react at all.
Angelet walked over, jumped onto the bullock cart, and sat next to the man.
"Young man, I see that you are very ill... I have a magic medicine to treat the disease, would you like some?" He looked at the middle-aged man with dull eyes with a smile. "I see that you are obviously ill.
It was because something strange happened last night that I became seriously ill."
The man Hylia's face was shocked and showed a look of astonishment. "How do you know?" Last night, he was chased and beaten by a monster woman whom he did not know at all. She said that he did not keep his promise, was treacherous, and would only run away from the battle.
A lot of accusations were thrown at him, and even now his mind is still dizzy.
If the masked woman hadn't suddenly appeared, his life would probably be in danger by now.
Thinking of this, Hylia took a closer look at the man in front of her.
He has a young face, fairly mature and handsome, with dark red eyes. He is obviously an experienced man. His fair skin is similar to that of nobles who seldom work, and he is obviously from a good background. He only has a black mustache on his chin, which matches his face.
The smiling expression gives people an extremely flattering feeling.
He was wearing coarse gray clothes and trousers, but he didn't look like a poor person at all. Especially his long dark red hair, which was tied into a bunch and was shiny.
Angelet chuckled twice. "Of course I know." He lay down next to Hylia and lowered his voice. "I also know that you were saved by a masked woman last night. Otherwise, I guess you would
The body is already lying in the woods, right?"
Hylia felt a turmoil in her heart, and couldn't help but push up her body slightly. "Who are you!? Or...do you know who I am?" Since he lost his memory, he has met people one after another who said they knew him.
, some always looked at him with sad expressions, while others just wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood, and would rush over to kill people with weapons in hand.
After waking up from a dirty little ravine, he often encountered this kind of thing. It was the same last night. The girl who suddenly appeared said a few words and was ready to kill him with a dagger, along with those in front of him.
Just like people, they also use the same strange methods as wizards.
"That's what people who lose their memory are like..." Angelet smiled and looked up at the sky.
The blue sky is like a large piece of sapphire, with wisps of tobacco-like white clouds floating around the edge. The warm but not dazzling sun hangs on the horizon, shining down a soft pale golden sunshine.
A breeze blew over, filled with green grass and the faint scent of wild flowers.
"Not only do I know that you have lost your memory, I also know that you were definitely not an ordinary person before." He didn't wait for Hylia to speak, and then said, "But I don't know who you are. I just think you are
People are very interesting.”
Angelet turned his head and looked at the wooden board on the right, where a thin man in gray was lying.
The man's face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked weak and seriously ill. He was still holding a short black wooden stick tightly in his right hand, as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world.
This man immediately noticed Angelet's gaze, turned his face sideways, and narrowed his green eyes slightly.
"Do you know me?" The green-eyed man's voice was very low, as if he hadn't drank water for many days, and his throat was extremely dry.
Angelet and Hylia were both attracted by this man's voice.
Hylia looked at the man and felt very familiar, but she couldn't remember who he was. She just rubbed her temples in pain and lost herself in thought.
Angelet simply felt that there was something unusual about this man, but he didn't expect that when this man's eyes looked over, with his level of power, he actually felt a sense of transparency, as if he had been seen through.