Three days later, the wind and snow gradually decreased, and a young man's figure appeared on the horizon. He was seen carrying an unconscious little girl on his back, walking staggeringly towards Changsuo City.
Her not-so-delicate face was covered with frost, and the originally soft leather robe became extremely hard. The hands tightly held behind her back turned purple, and her leather boots were cold and damp due to the snow.
This scene is like an apocalyptic oil painting, where a trapped beast is heading towards the land of hope, fearless of thorns on the road and losing all consciousness.
Although Boom had already seen the vague outline of Changsuo City, it took him most of the day when he finally arrived.
There was no questioning, no false greetings. Boom carried Rikka on his back and stepped into the city gate, then blended into the crowd.
He originally thought that his current appearance would attract the attention of passers-by, but after he actually visited Changsuo City, he realized that he was just an ordinary person.
There was no rush to choose a place to live, nor any intention of wandering around. Boom stood quietly in a corner somewhere, hiding the two figures in the shadows.
This is a snow-white town, a town with crisscrossed houses, a town that looks very desolate. Snow covers all the buildings, and the cold air is filled with a touch of despair.
Compared with the hustle and bustle of the Sisai Principality, this place seems to be the Nightingale Grassland outside the city. People are walking on the streets separately, without much communication, and even less basic chatting and laughter.
Boom slowly raised his head. The place across the street was the market area of Changsuo City. But in the afternoon when it was supposed to be the busiest, it seemed like a sleeping giant beast.
There were far more people wandering around than people intending to pay. Although the thief was not seen, the voices of the beggars drowned out the hawking of the merchants.
There are very few types of vegetables, and almost no one cares about them. Fruits are extremely expensive, and most of them are already covered with rotten spots.
Red! The market area is a bloody red! Bear meat, wolf meat, venison, rabbit meat, blood droplets condensed into ice picks, so fresh that you can’t bear to look at it.
The perspective twisted again. Boom had no interest in the stone tower located in the center of Changsuo City, and turned a deaf ear to the noble carriages that occasionally passed by.
Whether it was in the past or after the incident with the great swordsman Aguero, Boom felt that he hated the nobles more and more, or it was a kind of rejection from the heart.
He looked at the sky, then hid deep in the alley with Rikka on his back, and cast a healing circle for the other party. Although there was no magic crystal as a recovery tool, the magician himself could slowly condense the magic power, but it only needed
It took a long time.
Boom adheres to the principle that magic power is wasted if it is not used. During the time when Rikka fell into a coma, he never recovered to his best condition.
Let alone cultivation, even the necessary physical strength required for basic life has become a problem now. However, Boom dismisses these things and still bites the bullet and treats Rikka every day.
The magical fluorescence finally disappeared completely. Boom raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then appeared at the entrance of the alley again with Rikka on his back.
Now he seems to have returned to the past, coldly looking at every pedestrian passing by, observing their every move, and judging the other person's next behavior.
But he did this not to return to his old career, but to ensure the safety of himself and Rikka. He was not confident that he could defeat high-level professionals without injuring Rikka a second time.
Tightening the bearskin blanket, Boom slowly walked towards Chengbei, because without him, the flow of people there was the densest, and most of the houses were very dilapidated.
Along the way, Boom's expression became increasingly strange. After more than two hours of observation, he discovered that this so-called second main city in the frozen continent actually looked like a large slum area.
There are no consuls and cavalry of the principality, no endless flow of people, no comparisons and ridicules of noble gentlemen, and no bustling stone streets.
Everyone was walking on the snow like a zombie, and the sounds of "creeping" echoed in the ears. The hungry old man finally fell to his knees, and the orphan without a father and mother worked hard to dig through the trash can.
Wild dogs seem to have disappeared, because they have already entered the belly of some people, and finally became a pile of stinking excrement.
Although mice appeared from time to time, they were also caught in various simple traps. Boom grinned for no reason, and then continued to walk forward.
As an orphan, how could he not be accustomed to such a living environment? In other words, Boom prefers this kind of life, where the weak eat the strong, and there is no unnecessary nonsense.
"Should I go get a dagger? I don't know what the market is like here. There are several powerful gangs."
"No! I absolutely can't be separated from Rikka. Rikka is almost like a baby now. I think a mouse could bite her neck off."
"It seems that it was right not to use the magic power stored in the black wood staff. Since Rikka is in danger now, I can no longer hide my strength."
"Are you releasing the magic circle three times? If you include the cost of ventriloquism casting, you can probably use it only once. I wonder who the unlucky guy is."
With Boom thinking this way, he finally came to a blind corner. He looked up and looked into the distance. Only then did he understand why this place was called "Long Rope City".
Maybe it's because of the barrenness and dilapidation, or maybe it's just the bad taste of some people. I saw the towering city wall in the distance surrounded by countless iron cables, like prey in a spider's web.
The traces of war left over thousands of years are still clearly visible. The gap caused by fighting spirit is covered with snow, and the masonry blackened by magic attacks is still out of place.
The spreading cracks, the howling cold wind, and the rattling of the iron ropes are like the death knell in the hands of the god of death, or even more like the mournful cries of the falling gods.
Countless broken swords were inserted into it, and the exposed half of the tower shield was reduced to a bird's nest. The blood stains on the halberd were still clearly visible, and the patterns on the end of the rusty ax were still vaguely identifiable.
Changsuo City, an ancient town that struggled to survive due to lack of supplies, gradually faded out of the world's attention after experiencing the heyday of ancient magicians and the split of the ancient continent.
These bricks and stones were witnesses of periods of history, until they were crumbling and overwhelmed. The iron cables attached to them were not intended to preserve this civilization, but because Changsuo City was really short of money and could not afford the huge gold coins for renovation. Boom looked up and stared at the city wall, feeling much relieved. Although he had never believed in any gods, he was very fond of things with historical significance.
Balls of white mist exhaled from his mouth, Boom looked away, and then turned around and left. Now that we have a general understanding of the situation in Changsuo City, the next step is to find a place to stay.
But just when Boom took the first step, he suddenly found himself blocked in this blind corner by four or five strangers. The other party smiled evilly and moved closer to Boom, but the "weapon" in his hand made him dumbfounded.
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Shovels, furnace hooks, and even a long sword with numerous chippings. The last thing Boom wanted to see happened, and it happened not long after he entered Changsuo City.