Just when Xiao Han returned to Shanqian Village with his hunted prey as usual, he looked blankly at the hell-like scene in front of him.
The mountain village is no longer inhabited, with broken limbs and ruins everywhere. There are still a few monsters still stranded in the village.
The bloodshot saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth seemed to be the greatest mockery of Xiao Han, a top expert who claimed to be the pinnacle of fighting spirit.
At this time, it was the day that Xiao Han was preparing to leave. Although it was very relaxing to stay here, Xiao Han had things he needed to do.
There was a time when he had to leave, so he spent more time this time, just hoping to hunt more game.
World of Warcraft? How is that possible? Xiao Han has lived here for half a year and has never encountered an invasion of Warcraft.
At first, Xiao Han was surprised and asked why there were no monsters here.
He still vaguely remembered the middle-aged blacksmith with a beard saying with gratitude:
"I would also like to thank the great practitioners of the Yunlan Sect for this. The Yunlan Sect's disciples in nearby cities send out manpower to clean up the surrounding magical beasts every year."
After all, although this village is close to the Warcraft Mountains, Warcraft does not like people, and this is not a special place. In addition, under the regular cleaning by Yunlan Sect disciples, the occasional Warcraft naturally disappears.
This is one of the reasons why Xiao Han is willing to help Yunshan. The current Yunlan Sect disciples and the Yunlan Sect are still a sect full of righteousness.
Therefore, when Xiao Han saw the invasion of Warcraft, his first choice was not to believe it.
After killing the remaining monsters, Xiao Han began to search everywhere.
Afterwards, under his careful investigation, Xiao Han found some clues.
Beast-attracting incense is a special spice frequently used by mercenaries in the Warcraft Mountains. It is mostly used to lure away Warcraft so that the mercenaries can pick the medicinal materials and treasures they guard. It is valuable.
It is also a tactic used by many mercenaries to plot against their opponents.
When Xiao Han saw the burning residue of the beast-inducing incense, a violent aura suddenly emanated from his body. Guilt immediately spread in his heart.
How could he be so smart as to not know that this time the village in front of the mountain was completely devastated. All of this was definitely related to the mercenary he killed.
Although Xiao Han later spent nearly half a month killing all the members of the mercenary group, those who died would not come back after all.
That time, Xiao Han gave up his principle of only killing the first evildoers and leaving no one behind. He deeply understood the vigilance that was paid for by exterminating all evildoers.
He has never regretted killing the mercenary, but he extremely hated his arrogance at that time. Now the cost of his growth is hundreds of lives.
If he had been more cautious at the beginning, how could he have caused such a tragedy.
It took another three days to bury all the parts that everyone could find and set up monuments. Standing in front of the tombstone, the voices and smiles of those people in the past flashed before my eyes one by one.
"Xiao Lin, you are such a good young man, when will you find a beautiful girl to get married?" This was a joke that an old lady made to herself during a casual chat.
"Don't worry, I will definitely treat the whole village to a wedding banquet when I get married." At that time, Xiao Han never thought that such a day would come.
Because he knows that he will never come back again. Unless he has reached the top of the continent, but by then, things and people here may have changed.
"Hey, today I'm here to treat all the brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts to a wedding banquet!" Sitting in front of the tomb, Xiao Han took a sip of wine in his mouth, and the spicy feeling raged in his throat.
Immediately, he noticed something. It seemed like someone had been cleaning the traces here. Was there anyone alive back then?
Just when Xiao Han was thinking this, a sharp shout interrupted him, "Who are you?"
Looking around, he saw a slender young man wearing coarse linen clothes, with a slightly pale face and a thin build.
He was holding a large bag of paper money and some tributes in his hand. His eyes were full of evil. Such a decadent weird man in white suddenly appeared in the mountains and fields, and the young man's heart was filled with vigilance.
In fact, if Xiao Han had not been moved by the scene and was uneasy, he would have discovered the remaining traces of the memorial as soon as he came here.
But compared to the young man's vigilance and preparedness, Xiao Han was extremely excited.
His voice became softer and he said cautiously: "Little guy, are you here to pay homage to your relatives?"
The young man shook his head, which made Xiao Han feel disappointed for a while, but then he understood a little. After all, there were really no living people in the village at that time. Where did his relatives come from?
"I'm here to pay homage to his fellow villagers on behalf of Grandpa Shi. I'm an orphan, and I don't have any relatives here." However, his subsequent words cheered up Xiao Han.
"Then can you take me to meet your Grandpa Shi?" Although he knew that his sudden words were a bit inappropriate for this wary child, Xiao Han couldn't care less.
Sure enough, after hearing Xiao Han's words, the young man's wariness, which had been slightly lowered due to the exchange, immediately increased.
"What do you want from Grandpa Shi?" The young man took a step back, and the fighting spirit in his body began to explode. A small boy turned out to be a one-star fighter.
Xiao Han showed an interested expression. "Boy, do you have a disciple?" As the master of Langya Pavilion, he had an occupational disease and wanted to recruit people when he saw a genius.
"Master, no, my cultivation was all taught by Grandpa Shi." As if to intimidate him,
He also said tremblingly, "I can tell you, Grandpa Shi is much more powerful than me. I am just a fighter, but he is a strong fighter.
You...don't mess around!"
Xiao Han chuckled, "Boy, it's not up to you!" He immediately stepped forward, grabbed him, and lifted him up.
Putting on a fierce look, "Tell me quickly, where is your Grandpa Shi?"
The young man was still dishonest, punching and kicking Xiao Han, "I knew you were not a good person, and I would never tell you where Grandpa Shi is."
"Young man, I can't deal with you anymore." Xiao Han didn't care. Looking at the young man's appearance, he knew that he must live around here.
The soul power spreads out to search for human traces.
The young man only felt dizzy and appeared in front of his house in an instant. He was suddenly terrified.
"You...how did you know this place? No, how did you come here all of a sudden?"
This place is more than ten miles away from the tomb.
Hearing the boy's voice, the door was pushed open and made a creaking sound.
Then, a dying old man slowly moved out. "Xiaowu, what's wrong?"
Then, as if he had seen some incredible scene, he was trembling all over, pointing his finger at Xiao Han, opening his mouth, but was too excited to speak,
"You...are you Brother Lin?" Looking at Xiao Han's face, which was only slightly more mature than before, Grandpa Shi was very excited.
"Who are you?..." Time has passed for so long that Xiao Han can no longer remember his old friend who has completely changed.
"Brother Lin, I...cough cough cough~" Perhaps because he was too excited and his tone was too hasty, Grandpa Shi coughed violently,
Xiao Han didn't dare to go up to help. With the old man's current body, his fighting spirit would only make him die faster.
Finally, after calming down a little, the old man said with tears in his eyes: "I am a stone, Brother Lin, don't you remember me?"
"Shitou? Are you the Shitou who was clamoring to practice and still had a mouthful of laughter in his mouth?" Xiao Han suddenly realized and recalled this little guy who had a deep impression on him, but now he is an old man on the verge of death.