The convoy seemed a little quiet, probably because it was close to the Qiusangze River. There were always some disturbing legends in the nearby woods, not to mention that something like that had happened before.
Na Xin looked around, then turned back and took off the cowhide water bag from the saddlebag of the pack horse, pulled out the stopper and raised his head to drink the remaining water in one gulp. He then frowned, the water tasted rancid.
Fortunately, we should be able to reach the Qiusangze River before night, where we can replenish a new water source if nothing unexpected happens.
He touched the strong neck of the animal hard, grabbed the strap of the harness with his hand, and stuffed the shriveled water bag back again. The packhorse snorted. It was an old horse with more than 20 years of teeth.
, this old guy has been chewing grass under his command since he was working with his head in his belt on the long border.
It is getting late, and the already gray sky is covered with a layer of mist. There is some thin mist floating in the forest in the distance, and several long-abandoned houses are looming in the corner, above the light clouds like streamers.
, twinkling with a few stars, dotted with a faint crimson color on the horizon.
Naxin stared in that direction. Where the sun sank, there was a land covered with the black rose flag. Beyond the kingdom of the dead and a vast ocean, it was said that there was a prosperous human world.
The strange sight happened in the western sky three days ago. That night the caravan stopped in Tomro and everyone was very drunk. It was only the next morning that the strange sight that happened that night was learned from the locals.
But he witnessed with his own eyes the golden raindrops falling from the sky and falling under the western horizon.
That scene reminded him of the disaster that the old people said happened seventy years ago. After the stars fell from the sky, not long after the 'weird monsters' appeared, they began to attack villages and towns in groups.
At that time, the Rose Border began to become deserted and gradually became a deserted wilderness.
Fortunately, if this were not the case, there would be no value for the existence of people like them who lick blood from their swords. Ever since the undead began to retreat westward, the desperadoes in this no-man's land have become more and more prosperous.
Because both Rosalin and the Black Moon Lords need this fragile lifeline. If the skeletons do not have eternal rest for a moment, they will need all kinds of materials. Many people are smuggling corpses and bones.
The lords of Rosalin have strictly prohibited such behavior, but who doesn't know that the Rosalin border guards are the biggest smugglers.
It's a pity that this business will be discontinued now.
Naxin looked at the withered villages in the forest and was not surprised at all. There were too many such villages on the border of Rosalin. In the early days, under the intrusion of the undead, humans could still survive and thrive in the forest, but those
The emergence of something changed everything.
Now the residents here have either moved back behind Rosalin's Sighing Wall, or crossed the strait to become refugees in Jiufeng. Or they have turned into a pile of bones.
The activities of the aberrants are becoming more and more frequent, and the undead are retreating again and again to the east of the Sea of Dead Moon. Now this fragile trade route has become longer and more dangerous, and the number of people who survive on this road is increasing.
The less.
"Na Xin." A middle-aged man rode up from behind on horseback. He let his horse pace and slowed down beside Na Xin. When the shadow covered Na Xin, he raised his head to look at the comer.
, the man sitting on the horse has a serious face under his flat forehead. There are two sharp and heart-stopping eyes on both sides of the straight bridge of his nose. There are many stories hidden in the vicissitudes of his eyes. He looks weathered, but exposed.
However, his skin is well maintained. He is not like the desperadoes like them who roll on the tip of a knife. He looks like a pampered person.
This kind of person is usually a noble, or a knight from the north of Rosalin. Nasin looked at his war horse. It was a real war horse. It was not like a mixed hybrid like a pack horse.
He is as tall as a man, with a slender and strong body, and smooth and shiny fur. The horse stands still. The perfect lines of muscles are like a living work of art in Naxin.
I don't know what kind of sky-high price this horse will fetch in Rosalin, but Na Xin knows that it is not a question of money at all, because this is a typical ghost horse, and in Jiufeng, only knights with the most upright background can use it.
's mount.
Therefore, he did not dare to have any idea of this horse. Those real desperadoes might have evil thoughts on the nobles of Jiufeng, but he was just a scavenger, not one of the butchers on the black road.
The middle-aged man wore a thin gown, with half-length black hair hanging on his shoulders, tied in a thin ponytail, and a black leather eye mask covering half of his face.
, a scar like an earthworm peeked out from under the leather eye patch, engraved on his right face like a tattoo.
His ermine-gloved hand was always on the reins, and his other hand was not too far away from the hilt of the long sword hanging on the saddle. It was a bronze sword that was swallowed by Pai Yao, which was different from the swords elsewhere in Warnd.
The formula is very different.
The war horse snorted under the control of the knight and sprayed out a thin mist from behind the cage mouth.
The middle-aged man looked at him condescendingly and said to him: "Is there still water?"
Na Xin Bi looked at the other party respectfully and replied: "The water is a little rancid. Is Miss Huanghuo thirsty? But in front of us is the Qiusangze River, Mr. Liu?"
"It's the person you picked up."
"He's awake?"
Na Xin asked in surprise.
He picked that man up from the road near Tomro after the strange scene happened three days ago. When they found each other, the young man fell under a low stone wall and was wearing a strange coat.
, face down and unconscious.
Nasin knew that that place used to be a highway for farmers in Tomro to herd sheep, but since the monsters began to wreak havoc, the herdsmen migrated to the west of Tomro, leaving behind a no-man's land. They didn't know how long they had been there.
I have met travelers other than my "fellow companions" there.
However, he concluded that the young man was probably not a scavenger. First of all, he looked like the people in this area. His hair was not black, but a beautiful dark chestnut color. His nose was very straight, his lips were thin, and his skin was very white.
A rather handsome young man, Na Xin had seen the dark nobles among the undead several times, and subconsciously felt that he was similar to those people, but he did not have that cold aura about him.
Then, although the clothes on the other party were badly worn, it could be seen that the workmanship was very fine. The shirt inside was actually made of silk, which quite surprised him. He had never heard of that scavenger having such luxury.
of.
"Not yet," the middle-aged man shook his head and replied, "But at least he is responding to the outside world. Miss Huanghuo is taking care of him. You can find a way to get some water."
"There's really nothing we can do, Mr. Liu," Na Xin came back to his senses and replied: "We can only replenish the water source by waiting for the Qiusangze River. The remaining water has been polluted. It's okay for us servants to drink it, but then
At first glance, the young man seems to be from a pampered background, and his body is weak. If he drinks the remaining water, he doesn’t know what problems he will cause.”
The middle-aged man known as Mr. Liu looked at the man on his horse, whom the citizens of Rosalin despised as a 'scavenger' or 'vulture'.
Such a timid character.
But he didn't mean to look down on the other party. He had been to many places and seen many things. He was not one of those nobles who took the world for granted. He knew that although stealing and selling corpses to the undead was not a commendable thing, sometimes it was really hard to survive.
is more important than respect for the deceased.
Some of these people were really morally corrupt, doing things like bandits in the wild, and he had heard of butchers on the black roads for a long time. But there were also some people who were really under pressure to survive, and this person in front of him was obviously that.
When Naxin rescued the young man, he had no idea that this man was a believer of the blind goddess. People who still have faith in the underworld are more worthy of respect than those who are completely degenerate.
So when the young lady asked to take care of the young man, he didn't stop her.
What's more, he was also a little curious about the young man's identity.
Different from Na Xin's shallow knowledge, he knew very well that in the human country opposite the Sea of Dead Moon, Jiufeng was blocked, but it still maintained time with Saint Osor and Eruin through the waterway on the Sea of Dark Light.
of intermittent trade.
He touched his leather gloves and suddenly remembered something else: "Naxin, I heard that when you came here, you encountered a flood when you passed the Qiusangze River?"
He was stunned for a moment.
It seemed that as soon as he mentioned this matter, a layer of gloom fell over his face.
"To tell you the truth, Mr. Liu, this matter is indeed a bit strange." He swallowed and replied: "You know that I am a believer of the goddess Elaine. This bad omen has made me uneasy for a long time..."
To be precise.
This is Na Xin's last job. Although he has not saved enough money, it is enough to live decently in Rosalin. As for returning to Jiufeng, he has to find another way. It is said that Luo Salin
The lords of Saleen have long been prepared to retreat to the other side of the strait, so that the monsters will not cross the ocean to attack the Swift Plains.
As for where the undead will retreat to, that is not what he can care about. The news from the front line is that the twelve Black Moon Lords are confronting the monsters in the Field of Bones. It is almost a war.
.Although the undead have begun to retreat steadily, they will not lose the entire battlefield, he can't help but think this way.
"It was like this back then..."
As Na Xin spoke, he recalled the situation at that time.
