Sion's depression was that yesterday when he passed by a small stream, he wanted to drink horses, but he was attacked by a group of strange fish with sharp mouths.
The people were fine, the horses were fine, and he even killed a few strange fish for dinner.
Unexpectedly, the wine bag hanging on the side of the saddle was bitten by a strange fish at some point.
By the time he found out, the drink had already run out...
This made him, who was used to drinking two sips a day, start to feel that this journey was a bit difficult.
And Chris' depression comes from one person.
A guy named Jacob Locke, who calls himself a bard.
The man was about thirty years old, with a slim and slender figure, and a pale face that was sought after by nobles. Under the high and straight bridge of his nose was a neatly trimmed beard, which made people think his upper lip was a bit thin, and he had a pair of aqua blue eyes.
Erotic eyes that can make countless young girls fall for her.
The most important thing is that he, like Chris, has bright red hair.
It was also the same hair color between the two that made Jacob keep getting closer to Chris on the grounds of "what a fate". In addition to all kinds of daily noise, he also kept releasing "goodwill".
For example, when he brought some fine wine to have a drink with Sion and took the opportunity to ask Chris about his past in a roundabout way, he was not afraid of "talking deeply" at all; or when he shared the prey he hunted along the way, he brought a few along with him.
The dancer made comments about Chris, which made Chris feel like he was being stripped naked in public.
The most outrageous thing is that this guy actually paid the dancers gold coins to let them go into Chris' tent at night.
Young, mature, charming, petite, slender and enchanting... all types, including a middle-aged aunt - the cook who cooks for the caravan guards and mercenaries!!
Poor Chris was so annoyed that he couldn't sleep all night, and he was chasing people away...
And on the second day, when Chris found out the reason for being harassed and went to Jacob to argue with him, the guy plausibly accused Chris of not being compassionate: How could he draw a knife to scare a woman who offered herself as a pillow?
Chris was so angry that the veins on his forehead were like a leech sucking blood.
In particular, Jacob seemed to think of something while he was talking, and suddenly showed an exaggerated expression, "Vulcan! Is your hobby... men?"
This damn fly!
In response, Chris, whose eyes were burning, cursed in his heart and pulled out the long knife angrily.
However, he was dissuaded by Sion who reacted quickly, and finally left the matter behind with Jacob's serious apology.
In fact, Chris didn't want to use the knife on him.
The reason for trying to stay rational is, of course, that the other person has bright red hair.
Not everyone with bright red hair is from the Einsick family, but every direct member of the Einsick family has bright red hair.
Moreover, his father sent a message to the Einske family before he set off that he was going to the south.
He suspected that Jacob, who had been looking for excuses to get close to him, was from the Einske family.
Especially this guy, he would say "The God of Fire is on top" every time he opened or closed his mouth.
Although it is said that the surname Locke is owned by a lord from the Middle-Earth Plain, he has not been married to the Ainske family.
However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, direct descendants of great lords like Einsk would usually use pseudonyms to cover up when they go out.
Just like Chris.
Since leaving Eaton Territory, he has not told anyone his last name.
Of course, this is just Chris's secret guess.
I asked Xian privately to no avail.
He has been away from the south for more than 20 years, and he no longer knows the younger generation of the Einske family.
Therefore, with respect for his mother's family, and based on his father Kafka's teachings to be an upright, kind, and broad-minded nobleman, Chris was a little more tolerant of Jacob.
Just think there is an extra fly around!
Chris, who felt that he had exhausted all his emotions of hating someone, chose to ignore Jacob's existence.
Fortunately, Jacob was not in the mood to make any noise.
From the eighth day after entering the wilderness, the weather began to show bad signs.
The warm sun is like a coy and shy aristocratic lady hiding in the thick clouds all day long, letting the cold spring temper people's will.
The caravan also began to be attacked by vicious beasts one after another.
The caravan guards, travelers and adventurers walking on the outermost sides of each small group began to play the role of human shields.
Some people are lucky enough to turn vicious beasts into delicious dinner after a fight.
Some people were not very lucky. Although they had a delicious dinner, the vicious beasts left many wounds on their bodies.
Some people have lost the favor of the goddess of luck.
On the tenth day after entering the wilderness, a small group walking in the middle of the team killed seven people at once.
The attacker is a ferocious frog-like beast with a long tail.
It is very large and well camouflaged, and its exposed skin resembles a piece of dead wood floating on the water.
The means of hunting is a densely barbed tongue that can extend and contract up to ten meters away. It can easily pick up a bull or a war horse and drag it into the swamp.
People walking on this trade route gave them a very vivid name: snake-tailed frogs.
Although experienced mercenaries will see through their camouflage on the water, and the scout team that first explored the road has also eliminated danger, no matter how careful the mercenaries are, they will not dare to jump into the swamp to explore.
Therefore, they, who have been dormant under the swamp mud all year round, were alerted by the heavy footsteps of the Kodo beasts, and successfully vented their anger on the people who broke into their territory.
When the attack came, people only had time to see seven tongues bursting out of the swamp like horses.
Five snake-tailed frogs made it.
They dragged the people screaming in terror and quickly sank into the mud at the bottom of the water, leaving only piles of bubbles and circles of ripples rising up, and finally five clusters of enchanting red flowers bloomed on the surface of the water.
Two failed.
Their tongues were cut off by the caravan guards and travelers who reacted. The huge pain caused them to roll on the water, constantly arousing water splashes more than three meters high, and then slowly turned into huge corpses.
If the tongue is broken, their life will die.
But the two people who were rescued and were not dragged into the swamp mud died the most miserably.
The barbs on the snake-tailed frog's tongue have long since pierced their bodies, and the poison has long since spread in their blood.
In the last ten minutes of their lives, they wailed in pain, rolled wildly, and finally bid farewell to this world with ferocious expressions of bleeding from all their orifices.
This expression made many people pale, and the girls were so frightened that they covered their faces and cried.
Although everyone who chose to walk this caravan was mentally prepared, the coming of death still made the atmosphere in the entire caravan very depressing. Even the mercenaries who licked blood from their swords and regarded death as a common occurrence did not
I focused my attention on those young and beautiful dancers, with large patches of snow-white skin and a deep ravine on their chests.
The death of a few people will not stop the caravan.
The useless emotion of pity does not exist on this trade route.
Chris and Sion were not in the small caravan group that was attacked. When they saw the two poor children, their bodies had been placed on the wooden frame.
Unlike the other people who paid attention when they passed by, Chris pulled the reins of the horse.
He recognized one of the bodies.
When we were in the small mountain town, the corpse belonged to a lively guy who once boasted to Chris in front of the fire that his barbecue was delicious. He once encouraged Chris to accept the invitation of an enthusiastic woman to enjoy a meal in front of the small earth platform.
It was a beautiful night, but now he could no longer speak and was about to turn into ashes.
It is said that the words he asked his companions to take home at his last moments were, "Tell my grandma that when the wheat turns yellow this year, I won't be able to go back."
This made Chris inexplicably feel a little more sentimental.
I also suddenly discovered that farewells between people are so unexpected and hasty.
Jacob Locke, who claimed to be a bard, also stopped in front of the fire stand, took out a small harp from his bag, and sang sad songs.
"The cool wind is whimpering, and the sun is covering its face with dark clouds. Who touches their sad heartstrings?"
"Is it because spring is too slow to live up to its return date?"
"You people who are traveling outside, why are you crying too?"
"Do you think of that distant hometown?"
"Yes, the bread baked by my mother is soft and sweet, the rye brewed by my father is dry and mellow, the quilt spread by my lover is warm and sweet, and the smiles of the children are as pure as the white clouds in the sky."
"Yes, your parents are grieving at this moment, your lover is wailing, and your brothers, sisters and children are already in tears."
"People who die alone in a foreign land~"
"Don't cry, the great God of Fire will guide your soul back to your hometown."
"Don't forget to use your kindness to wipe away their tears~"
"Don't forget to pray for their happiness with your piety~"
"Don't forget, use your departing back to forget for their future~"
"God of Fire, may your souls rest in peace."
No one cares whether the deceased believed in Vulcanism.
But their wishes for the souls of the deceased to rest in peace are all pious.
As the song goes, I hope that the souls of all those who died alone in a foreign land can rest in peace.
Including I don’t know which day I will die alone in a foreign land.
After all, no one can guarantee that on this stretch of road, the person who will enter the mouth of a vicious beast tomorrow or lie on a wooden frame will be someone else or himself.
Chris listened silently.
With the low singing voice, he felt that Jacob was not so annoying anymore.
A scholar from the Middle-Earth Plain of the Holy Empire once said that the best way to let the souls of the dead rest in peace is to let oneself live happily. Therefore, the depression caused by death did not last long.
When the sunshine of the next day gently caressed the earth, the mood of the people who were used to seeing life and death became better.
When we set up camp in the afternoon and waited for dark, the sounds of greetings from drinking horses, the laughter of hunting and improving food, and the young girls showing their youthful charm on the grass still swayed the restless hearts of those rough men.
Soon, it has been eighteen days since we entered the wilderness.
These days, people continue to die unexpectedly, the number of injured is slowly growing, and optimism still permeates people.
The only difference is that the caravan no longer holds cremations for the dead.
The bodies of those poor children were abandoned on the roadside and became sacrifices on this trade route.
In particular, the outline of the main peak of the Loki Daran Mountains, where the dwarf country is located, has emerged. Maybe in seven or ten days, we can cross the great wasteland and enter the Grand Canyon. The generous rewards that are about to be received vaguely ring in our ears.
The sound of gold coins colliding makes people choose to ignore death.
However, not everyone is like this.
Some experienced mercenaries had worries on their faces at this moment.
Because of the deadliest danger in the wilderness, the Lokidaran wolf has not yet appeared.
And they all know that they will definitely appear.