Two carriages passed by the Haunted Gold Mine not long ago.
Ten days have passed since Tasia was rescued... The once noisy camp became silent again as the gold mines depleted, with only some townspeople who wanted to try their luck still wandering around.
As we move away from the bare hills where the haunted gold mine is located, the roadside scenery is reduced to the unchanging landscape of passing trees.
Annan looked out the window. The moisture stuck to the car window gradually condensed into water droplets. This made his attention occasionally fall on the window from the bumps and scenery. He picked a water droplet and let it flow slowly, colliding with other water droplets.
, accelerate the slide, and then pick new water drops.
Annan asked Aunt Susan to sew the oversized linen clothes and put them on Tasia. She held the borrowed "Hongrels" and read quietly - it was a mixed-race person who later became a legendary professional.
biography.
Soruman Bronzebeard took a nap holding her steel hammer, while Lindy and a female escort were in another carriage.
Annan was too optimistic about this trip and ignored his personal reasons. Before noon, he started to get motion sickness due to the bumps of the carriage, and stopped the carriage several times on the roadside to vomit.
I don’t know whether it was after the fifth or seventh time that Lindy came to Annan, who was being supported by Tasia to stand up, and tore open a scroll.
A purple halo enveloped Annan, causing the pale-faced boy to fall into a deep sleep.
"This is a fainting technique. If no one wakes him up, he will sleep for more than ten hours without consciousness." Lindy answered the gaze of the tauren and dwarves and returned to the carriage.
This was good, at least they didn't have to worry about whether Annan, who was about to vomit bile, would die on the carriage.
The journey from Pinglin Town to Breeze City took the caravan a week. They had no goods, so it was shortened to three days. So when Annan woke up, only half of the journey ahead was left.
The forest passing by the road looks similar to Pinglin Town, dominated by tall and cold-resistant birch and pine trees.
"Where are we?"
Annan found that he seemed to be immune to motion sickness, and his mind was as clear as ever.
"Just passing by the Viscounty of Reagan."
Soruman Bronzebeard, who has walked this road many times, said.
"Viscounty? The territory on the edge of Breeze City?"
Annan happened to read in the book that noble territories are usually far away from towns... and this place is already within the scope of Breeze City.
Soruman Bronzebeard and Tasia didn't know either. Later, when they stopped for a dinner in the open space outside the viscounty, Lindy said that it was because this hereditary viscounty existed earlier than Breeze City.
During this period, Annan looked at the hills in the distance and vaguely saw the corner of the castle ruled by the viscount and the farmland opened in the forest.
On the afternoon of the second day of departure, an episode occurred.
When passing a four-way fork in the road, the two carriages were forced to slow down. A goblin wearing rags and leather stood on the roadside holding a wooden sign and warning them in weird common language: "The area ahead is occupied by goblins."
, humans other than caravans are prohibited from entering.”
Soruman Bronzebeard and Lindy got out of the car to negotiate. The female guard who was said to be one step away from the elite level put her hand on the hilt of her sword.
Annan observed the goblin from behind the window. It had dark green skin, was about the same height as a kobold, no more than one meter, and its body structure was closer to that of a human. There was another goblin behind it leaning against the tree, holding a book.
There was no dispute or fight. Soruman Bronzebeard returned to the carriage and said: "There are very few goblins who can speak Common Language, and there are even fewer goblins who don't take the initiative to attack." Lindy said, "We don't have to pass through the goblin lair."
Although the meanings are the same, the ideas behind them are different - the former does not want a fight, while the latter thinks there is no need for a fight.
This made Soruman Bronzebeard become much duller after getting in the car - so his emotions were hidden in his thick brown beard. What made Annan notice the detail was that the female dwarf did not touch the wine bottle for dozens of minutes.
"Ms. Soruman Bronzebeard..." Annan felt that it was awkward to address a dwarf like this. "What did you want to tell me in the tavern before?"
The female dwarf was about to deny it when she saw Annan's serious expression.
"…Dwarves keep secrets."
"Even if you don't tell me now, Mr. Fast will tell me when you get back."
"Okay...but don't tell Fast that I told you."
Soruman Bronzebeard really wanted to talk:
Soruman Bronzebeard and Fast, the bard were once members of a secret society.
This association has what Annan considers to be a lofty philosophy: it is committed to the coexistence of all races, resolving conflicts and eliminating disputes.
But this is very heretical in the eyes of most races. Let the elves and dwarves shake hands and make peace? You'd better do it. Undead creatures are the best workers? It sounds interesting. Orcs can become docile? A good idea.
There is good among demons too? Do you know what you're talking about? Skaven can make the best companions... Who's going to drag this heretic out?
At first they did pretty well, with the four basic races of humans, elves, orcs, and dwarves, lizardmen, kobolds, tauren, druids, and even demons, bugs, ratmen, greenskins... even if each group has this
Only one in 10,000 of these monsters is a terrifying number.
The members of the association expanded rapidly, and the atmosphere was harmonious. The various ethnic groups outside were fighting and hating each other, but they helped each other and coexisted in unity.
However, as time goes by, cracks begin to appear in the unity bonded by ideas, and this is the second stage:
I am against my brother, I and my brother are against my cousin, I, my brother and my cousin are united against others.
Various races stick together because of their closeness and exclude other ethnic groups. Humans call the orcs barbarians, and the orcs call humans monkeys. The elves say that the dwarves are mudbloods. The dwarves say that the elves are bamboo sticks.
The unbridgeable cracks gradually widened, and finally collapsed, leaving only members who had lost their ideals scattered everywhere.
"We won't tell you because of your mysterious origin..."
Annan really couldn't tell them the truth.
However, he did like the idea of this association and regretted their failure. However, this lofty ideal was not something that a young sorcerer like him could participate in.
As if to confirm what the female dwarf said, in the evening, they encountered a group of bandits - each group was not only cruel to foreigners, they also treated their own kind.
There was a scar on the face of the bandit leader, which extended from the top of his head where there was no hair to his chin, as if his entire face had been split open.
The horrific scars certainly had a past of battle, pain, and death, but that soon became meaningless.
There was no need for the female dwarf to jump off the carriage, Lindy's female guard solved everything.
And as we get closer and closer to Breeze City, we no longer encounter any interruptions.
Early the next morning, Annan lifted up the blanket and sat up. He looked out the window as usual and saw a stretch of snow-capped mountains that seemed to feel the cold wind blowing in his face.
The vast forest stretches at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, and at the end of the straight and spacious road lies a majestic and vast city.
