Chapter 1036

The sun gradually set in the west, and the warmth left on the earth's surface gradually disappeared.

Night is a natural protective color for beasts and Warcraft living in the wilderness. In particular, wolf Warcraft with social characteristics, or those powerful lion and tiger Warcraft, the wilderness shrouded in the night is their holy land for foraging.

Compared with ordinary beasts, Warcraft with IQ prefer to stay in some populated areas: for example, near trade roads or some gray gathering places.

In the union of the northern principality, there is a golden road called the road of death.

The reason why it is called the golden trade road is that it crosses the territory of the seven principalities, and the seven principalities belong to the Grand Duchy with characteristic products. Only because the seven principalities are blocked by many natural barriers similar to cliffs, cliffs, different terrain levels and so on, it is difficult to realize trade liquidity. However, it is precisely because of this that the profits of the seven principalities with special products can at least more than double as long as they can successfully transport their goods to neighbouring countries for sale.

Especially in the Principality of lorelle, which is located in the middle of the trade road, if a kind of Holy Light gem rich in the principality can be successfully transported out of the road of death, the profit can be at least dozens of times.

Holy Light gem is a pure natural gem. Although it can not be used as magic material, this pure white gem has a very rare transparent texture, which is more thorough than ordinary crystals. The most difficult and valuable thing is that this gem has a certain concentration: it can reflect extremely bright light under the shining light, and the more pure and flawless it is, The stronger the reflected light.

Therefore, this gem has become the most desired treasure of many ladies on the miracle continent.

However, at present, the Shengguang gem mine known in the miracle continent is only located in the territory of the Principality of lorelle. Coupled with the terrible road of death, it leads to the extremely amazing profit space of this gem higher than diamonds.

In fact, if it had not been for the alliance treaty of the Federation of the northern principality, the Principality of lorelle would have been annexed by other principalities. It's just that the Principality of lorelle has such valuable resources, but it ranks 33 among the 36 principalities of the federal government of the northern principality. Naturally, many people are unhappy with it. Therefore, other neighboring principalities have adopted a laissez faire attitude towards the development of the road to death, and have never thought of jointly sending troops to eliminate the Warcraft on this trade road - in fact, in the laissez faire behavior in the past few decades, this road to death has developed to an extremely amazing scale. Now even if the northern principality Federation wants to eliminate these Warcraft, It has also become an almost impossible task.

According to the latest survey data of the adventurers Association, there are at least 17 Warcraft nests that can be rated as S-class threat. As for level a and level B, not to mention, especially there are level 9 Warcraft who commit crimes everywhere. Even the adventurer guild doesn't want to have too much relationship with this business path. On the contrary, mercenary guild, demon hunting guild and demon hunters are very active in this area.

A caravan with a very special proportion moved slowly along the legendary death trade road.

This is the unspoken rule that all caravans living on this road will abide by: they do not want to leave this dangerous place as quickly as possible, but only in the most secure and safe way. Because they don't lack time at all, many caravans even spend more than a year to leave here. After all, as long as they can successfully do business once, the money they earn will be enough for them to spend for several years or even more. Therefore, the most popular and respected people here are not mercenaries, demon hunters, adventurers and demon hunters, but leaders who have mastered a relatively safe trade route, or experienced people with certain experience in walking the death trade route, and even knowledgeable Warcraft scholars.

They are the precious talents of these caravans who dare to trade on the road of death.

Therefore, caravans with special proportion and even wonderful can be found everywhere.

The reason why the proportion of this caravan is special at present is that compared with other caravans in the outside world, it is very common for two or three trade trucks to be equipped with a caravan with more than 200 guards here. Even there are caravans with only one truck, but the escorts are three or five hundred people or more. Of course, their goods are naturally more valuable.

As the sun gradually set in the west, the sky began to darken, and the caravan soon dared not move forward, but began to build the camp.

In the death road, basically all caravans travel only six or seven hours from morning to evening. Some more cautious or timid caravans even dare to go on the road only from noon to afternoon. As for the real warriors who dare to continue to march at night, they have completely disappeared from the stomach acid of Warcraft animals about 30 years ago.

There were only two trade trucks left in the caravan, and the other two trucks pulled by ground dragons and beasts carried some construction tools and necessities such as food and water in the camp. At present, there are nearly 200 caravan workers, guards and maintenance personnel in this caravan.

Originally, their number was even larger, with five trucks alone, six trucks for other tools and food, and more than 600 guards. However, in the past half a year, they were attacked by Warcraft on more than ten scales. Hundreds of guards and other personnel were lost, and five trucks were forced to abandon.

Even in a Warcraft attack a few days ago, due to the extremely serious damage of the other two trucks and the fatal injury of the ground dragon, they had to integrate the materials on the other two trucks. Of course, the seriously injured ground dragon were not wasted and directly made into dried meat and transported away.

Although the journey is very dangerous and arduous, they have finished nearly three fifths of the journey anyway. As long as there are no large-scale attacks on the next journey, or problems like those in the previous few days, they can finish it smoothly. If you are lucky enough to find some caravans or escorts that have to stop on the road due to heavy casualties at the next supply point, the security will be greatly increased.

The caravan guards soon built a camp with small scale but complete facilities.

In order to ensure security, they dug a trench with a width of three meters and a depth of more than five meters in the outer ring of the camp. A high platform was placed on one side of the trench near the camp, which can prevent some Warcraft with strong jumping ability from jumping over the trench and attacking the Camp - although most of the time, these labors and behaviors are just useless, But in this dangerous place, they have to do it.

At the same time, in order to ensure the clarity of vision, there is a high platform brazier every ten meters in the wooden fence wall of the camp. There are also four simple sentry tower platforms in the camp - not in pursuit of lethality, but to ensure that danger can be found at the first time. In addition, some traps and warning tools were scattered around the trench of the camp, and some high-temperature oil and combustibles that can be used in case of Warcraft attack were prepared in the camp.

When everything was ready, the night had completely fallen.

Most of the tents of the caravan were either destroyed or completely lost in the previous Warcraft attacks, and only a few remained. Therefore, during the rest after nightfall, most people basically lie on the hard ground and sleep in peace. Only some slightly injured and important people can rest in the tent. As for the food of the caravan owners, there are only some dry food, dry meat, dry fruits and so on. In the wild, they don't even dare to make a fire to make cooked food, and even drinking water can only be clean water, not even wine.

Because there are more than 20 kinds of Warcraft on this death trade road, which can easily smell the smell of blood and meat 20 miles away, of which almost eight or nine are social habits - so let alone serious injuries, even those who are slightly injured or can't stop blood can only be given up. No caravan dared to take these wounded on the road, because for those Warcraft, the existence of these wounded is simply moving food.

Bloodiness, cruelty and indifference are the dark portrayal of this business road that can be called overnight wealth.

An old man with a bent back toured the whole camp. After carefully checking everyone's condition, camp facilities and safety problems, the little old man nodded with satisfaction, and then walked into a tent.

The old man is an experienced leader of the death trade route.

He has been engaged in this business for 20 or 30 years and led almost 50 caravans. Although the caravan was destroyed more than 30 times, or even trapped halfway through 10 times, he can only find a way out of cooperation with other larger and stronger caravans, but he also has a brilliant record of successful customs clearance seven times.

The so-called "customs clearance" does not mean to successfully get out of this place of death, but to transport the goods from the east to the West for sale, and then transport the goods from the west to the East for sale. Only a round-trip trade can be called customs clearance.

The little old man can be regarded as a living legend on this death trade road.

Of course, the old man has a name.

His name is hatas Kuhn, but basically people prefer to call him another name: Lucky old horse.

At this time, the lucky old horse hatas walked into the tent, which was not his residence, but the residence of an injured person.

The injured man was a man they picked up on the road a few days ago.

His injury was so serious that no one thought he was still alive. But when the caravan passed by, he suddenly got up and asked for a drink. Originally, no one in the caravan was willing to pay attention to him, but hatas didn't know what madness he suddenly went crazy. He not only gave him a drink, but even kindly took him in. This naturally caused a strong rebound of the whole caravan at that time. After all, the wounded was too serious. The caravan people were worried that he would lead to the pursuit of Warcraft.

However, hatas's words, coupled with the name of "lucky old horse", finally let the caravan people accept him into the team.

"Do you smell blood on him?"

Yes, the injury was particularly serious. It could even be said that it was a terrible injured person, but there was no hint of blood smell. "Clean" was incredible.

"Is it all right?" Hatas asked.

"How can it be so fast." The injured man lying on the soft sleeping bag smiled bitterly and shook his head.

This sleeping bag is the only sleeping bag left in the whole caravan. It is used by hatas to sleep. After all, hatas is a little old. Not to mention the problem of cool ground, it is impossible to sleep comfortably and stably in the wild with occasional stones on the hard ground. However, hatas did not hesitate to give the sleeping bag to the wounded, and looked at the wounded without hesitation. To tell the truth, many people in the caravan were very dissatisfied.

"Then get well." Hatas glanced at the shriveled water bag next to the sleeping bag and a small empty plate next to the sleeping bag. The old man put down his water bag, and then asked someone to send two plates of meat. "Several land dragons and beasts were killed a few days ago. There are still a lot of dry meat, but there is not much water. Everyone has a quota every day. I can't break these rules, so I can only give my own to you."

The injured man was silent for a moment before he said, "thank you."

"Hey, you didn't say thank you when you gave you your sleeping bag. Now you tell me that." The old man smiled. "If you really want to thank me, do me a favor. I know you are a capable person. If there are casualties in the future, I hope you can help eliminate their bloody smell and let more young men live as much as possible In my life, I have personally cut off the lives of many people, so I should make atonement for myself. "

The wounded man did not answer.

In the death trade road, as long as you master any special means and skills, you can definitely get up in the wind and water. But the premise is that you have the courage to face the death threat anytime and anywhere.

The team leading experience of the little old man over the past few decades is a skill. Similarly, the means to erase the smell of blood is also a skill. However, he was probably used to life and death, or for some other reasons. The old man didn't think of the special means of the wounded, but hoped that if the caravan encountered the problem of the wounded again, he could help.

It's like a kind elder who is willing to help his younger generation.

When hatas saw the middle-aged man's silence, he was not in a hurry, but smiled and asked, "by the way, I'm busy these days. I didn't ask your name."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but did not speak immediately. But after a little meditation and careful consideration like making a major decision, he finally said, "call me Edward."

"Edward?" Hatas smiled and nodded. "That's a good name."

Edward, the seventh demon God and confessor, who has the power to shock and fear countless people, really behaved like a younger student. He smiled and said, "I don't know the old man's name yet."

"Oh, my name is hatas. Hatas Kuhn. " The little old man just sat cross legged and said with a smile, "but those little guys prefer to call me 'lucky old horse', ha ha. It means that an old horse knows the way, and my old horse is very lucky. "

Edward laughed, too.

But just then, an alarm sounded at the camp.

Hatas's face changed slightly, got up immediately and hurried out of the tent. But as soon as he got up, he saw Edward get up, frowned slightly, and then said, "you're hurt. Don't come out. First find a place to hide."

"No." Edward frowned, but he still said that he had felt what was happening outside.

Someone opened the curtain of the tent. It was the man who had just brought two plates of dried meat at the command of hatas and showed a very strong hostility to Edward. But at this time, the young man had no hostility on his face, but looked a little surprised, and his eyes looked strange at Edward.

"What's going on?" Hatas naturally found this, too.

"A man outside the camp wanted to come in and said he was looking for..." the young man hesitated, but he still stretched out his hand to Edward, "come to him."

"Alone?" Hatas was a little shocked.

"Alone."

Hatas looked back at Edward, but he looked indifferent and slightly surprised in his heart. But after all, he is an experienced team leader with decades of experience, so he immediately said, "let him in."

"But... He brought a bucket of spirits."

Hatas was stunned again, and then looked at Edward again.

"It's okay." This time, Edward said, "let him in."

"Let him in!" Hatas bit his teeth and nodded.

At this moment, hatas didn't know that neither Edward, who was seriously injured in front of him, nor the man who dared to walk in the dead area with a bucket of liquor, was a simple figure. He only hoped that he would not bring any disaster to his caravan.

Not long ago, a strong man as tall as an iron tower came in with a huge barrel at least one meter high and more than 30 cm in diameter. This barrel has a mellow sweet taste, and the taste is very strong. Almost everyone knows that this barrel is filled with wine, and it is a very high-intensity wine. They didn't want this guy to come in with this bucket of wine, but no one in the whole caravan was as tall and strong as this guy, especially he had a strong courage. Many people were guilty just standing in front of this strong man.

Moreover, it was hatas who agreed to let the strong man in. Naturally, no one would intercept this guy.

The caravan took a seriously injured patient, and now there is another person full of wine smell, which seems to have seriously violated the trade rules on the death trade road.

"Hello, my name is Diane." After entering the tent, the strong man saw hatas sitting next to Edward. He said hello politely.

"Hello." Hatas also paid a little tribute and said, "my name is hatas Kuhn. He is the leader of this caravan. "

Diane smiled, then looked at Edward and said, "I'm surprised you're still alive."

"That sounds familiar." Edward said faintly.

When Edward ran to adroan to save Diane, Diane was saved by Sean. There had been such a dialogue between the two. But at that time, Edward was mocking Diane, and now it's the other way around, but Edward pretended not to understand what it meant.

"Hey." Diane didn't reveal it, but just sat down and put the barrel beside her.

Diane is more than 1.9 meters tall. Even if he sits cross legged, he still has to bow his back, otherwise the whole tent will be broken by him. Of course, even if he bowed his back, he was still as high as the huge wine bucket next to him.

As soon as Diane waved her hand, she opened the wooden cover of the wine barrel. Suddenly, a stronger wine smell came out, and even soon spread to the outside. The whole camp began to be filled with mellow and rich sweet wine smell. This is a very rare high concentration liquor. At least it can't be seen at any supply point and gathering place here in the death trade road. Maybe it can be drunk only at the end of the trade road.

"Some?" Diane asked hatas.

When the wine poke was opened, hatas's face actually looked a little pale, because he knew too well the fatal attraction of this fragrance to Warcraft. At this moment, he didn't know what to say, because since he already knew that Edward and Diane were not small people, he could only hope that Diane had enough strength to deal with Warcraft, rather than a lengtouqing who didn't know anything about the way of death.

Of course, in fact, hatas is destined to be disappointed.

Because both Diane and Edward are really stunned.

However, their strength can indeed ignore all Warcraft in the whole death trade route, even level 9 Warcraft. Diane and Edward are fearless as long as level 10 monsters don't appear - but Edward in this state may not be able to deal with level 9 Warcraft.

Soon, the three people in the tent began to drink.

As if they were venting, the three drank bowl after bowl. Probably, he had few opportunities to drink and drink such high-intensity wine, so hatas soon got drunk. Even because this barrel of wine was so unique, other people in the camp were drunk just by smelling the wine, and then fell asleep.

Only Edward and Diane are still awake in the whole camp.

However, their faces were too red.

"The devil is drunk. This is not something in the Federation of the northern duchy." Edward said faintly.

"You went to the outer land, and I went to the Emilia empire once. What is it?" Diane's voice was also very calm, "it's just a pity."

"Indeed." Edward nodded.

Both sides are very smart people, so there is no need to make some words too clear.

This is the first time they drink together, but it should also be the last time they drink together.

Perhaps after tonight, the two will return to the previous state of hostile killing. After all, as a believer of enkos, the devil contract he signed with enkos is to take Diane's killing of Edward as the price of freedom - as long as Diane doesn't kill Edward one day, he will always be a heresy and will be pursued and killed by all church forces in the whole miracle continent, even by forces and organizations such as the Peace Council.

If he wants to restore a normal life, or wash white, he can only kill Edward.

Moreover, this time, there will probably be no more people from the morning light church to intervene.

And Diane, the Uriel who activated the awakening state, is at least the powerful existence of the 16th and even the 17th order. Edward himself is a seventeen level existence. However, with the continuous extension of his battle time, he will completely enter the demonization. At that time, more people will join the team of chasing Edward.

Therefore, in order to avoid this situation, once Edward and Diane fight, it must be a quick decision.

It can be predicted that when Edward and Diane fight again, the battle will be unprecedented fierce and cruel.

I don't know what she thought. Diane suddenly drank the wine in the bowl with her head up.

This made his face ruddy.

Edward also drank it with his head up.

"Won't you kill me now?" Edward asked.

"Did you do it when I was so badly hurt?" Diane asked back.

"Hum, although I am a demon God, I also have my pride." Edward snorted coldly, "taking advantage of people's danger is not my style."

"Oh." Diane dragged a long tone, "principled demon."

Demon gods, originally aimed at destruction and destruction, can be said to be no different from demons.

In other words, the demon God has never had such a thing as "principle".

Edward's face was very red, and he didn't know whether it was because he drank too much wine or because he was annoyed by Diane's sarcasm.

"I am also a principled." Diane belched, "before I became a heretic, I was a knight. Similarly, my chivalry does not allow me to take advantage of others This time, we are even. "

Edward glanced at Diane with a sneer: "if you don't do it now, you may not have such a good chance in the future."

"Sleepy." Diane didn't answer positively, but just lay down. She probably felt that the tent was too small and there was hatas in the tent, so he had to curl up and looked very uncomfortable. "Remember to remind me to buy a bigger tent tomorrow."

"What the hell are you doing here!" Edward said angrily.

"Staring at you." Diane's voice was a little confused. "The old man is a good man. I'm afraid he's caught in your trick and will become your tonic."