Vol 6 Chapter 91

The team seemed a little quiet, probably because of its proximity to the Chiusanze River, and there were always disturbing legends in the woods nearby, not to mention that it had happened before.

Na Xin glanced around, and then turned back to remove the cowhide water bladder from the saddle bag of the horse, pulled off the plug, and drank the remaining water. He frowned immediately, the taste of the water was a little dazed. Fortunately, he should be able to reach the river Chusanze before night, and replenish new water there if no accident.

He stroked the animal's sturdy neck, grasping the harness's belt with his hand, and stuffed the dried water bag back again. The bridle blew his nose. This is an old horse with more than 20 years of teeth. Since he was doing the work of keeping his head on the waistband on the long border, the old man chewed grass under his hand. Already.

It was late at night, and the already gray sky was covered with a layer of haze. There was some thin mist in the forest in the distance, and a few long-abandoned houses appeared in the corner, on a light cloud like a streamer. , Twinkling stars, dotted with the pale red on the horizon.

Na Xin stared in that direction. Where the sun was sinking, it was the land covered with the banner of black roses. It crossed the kingdom of the dead and a vast ocean, and it is said that there was a prosperous human world.

It was three days ago that an anomaly occurred in the western sky. The caravan stopped at Tomro that night, and everyone was drunk. The next morning, we learned about the strange scene that night from the local population. But he witnessed the golden raindrops falling from the sky and falling under the western horizon.

That scene reminded him of the disaster of the dead that happened 70 years ago in the mouths of the old people. After the stars fell from the sky, it didn't take long for the "strange ones" to appear. They began to attack the villages and towns in groups. At that time, the rose border began to be deserted. Gradually became a deserted wilderness.

Fortunately, otherwise, there is no value in the existence of those who lick the blood with their blades. Since the undead began to retreat westward, the dead in this uninhabited area have flourished.

Because both Rosalin and the Black Moon lords need this fragile lifeline. If the skeletons don't have the rest of eternal death for a moment, they need all kinds of materials. Many people are smuggling corpses and bones, and Rosalind's lord has banned such behavior from the public, but who knows that the Sarin border guard is the biggest smuggler.

It's a pity that this business will be cut off now.

Na Xin was not surprised to see the withered villages in the forest. There are too many such villages on the Rosalin border. Earlier, under the invasion of the undead, human beings could still survive and thrive in the forest. But those The emergence of something changed everything.

Now the residents here have either moved back to Rosalin's high wall of sighs, or have crossed the strait to become Jiufeng refugees. Or it turned into a pile of bones.

Freaks are becoming more and more frequent, and the undead have retreated back and forth on the east side of the Sea of ​​the Dead Moon. Now this fragile trade route has become more and more dangerous. People who live on this road are more and more. Less.

"Nasin." A middle-aged man hurried up from behind, letting his mount pace on his feet, slowing down next to Nasin. When the shadow covered the Xin, he looked up at the comer, and the man sitting on the horse's flat forehead was solemn. There are two sharp eyes on both sides of the straight bridge of the nose, and it seems that there are many stories hidden in the vicissitudes of the eyes. It looks weather-beaten, but the exposed skin is well-maintained, and the desperates who roll on the tip of the knife like them do not look like a respectable person.

Such people are usually nobles, or knights from north of Rosalin, and Nasin looked at his steeds, which were real steeds. Unlike a mixed race like a horse and a horse, the horse is as tall as a man on the horse's back, full of slender physique, and its fur is smooth and smooth, and the horse stands still. The perfect muscle lines are like a living artwork in Naxin.

This horse does not know what kind of price it is to buy in Rosalin, but Na Xin knows that this is not a question of money at all, because this is a typical ghost car, and only the most proper knights in Jiufeng can use this Mount.

Therefore, he did not dare to fight the idea of ​​this horse. Those who are really desperate may hit the nobles of Jiufeng, but he is just a scavenger, not a butcher on the black road.

The middle-aged man was wearing a thin gown with a half-length black hair hanging from his shoulders, a thin ponytail tied behind his head, and a black eye patch covering his face, covering half of his face. A scar, like a worm, came out of the skin under the blindfold, engraved like a tattoo on his right face.

His mink gloves kept his hands on the reins, and his other hand was not too far away from the long sword hilt hanging on the saddle. It was a bronze sword that swallowed, and the sword from other places in Warnde The formula is very different.

The horse snorted under the control of the knight, spraying a thin mist from behind the cage.

The middle-aged man looked down at him and said to him, "Is there still water?"

The Xin looked respectfully at the other party and replied, "The water is a little dazed. Is Miss Huanghuo thirsty, but Qiusangze River is ahead, Mr. Liu?"

"It's the one you picked up."

"He's awake?"

Na Xin asked with a little surprise.

The man was picked up from the avenue near Tomro after the scene three days ago. When they found each other, the young man fell under a low stone wall and wore a strange coat. , Face down unconscious.

Nasin knew that the place used to be the avenue for sheep farming by Tomro farmers, but since the strange began to rag, herders have migrated to the west of Tomro, leaving a no-man's land. They don't know how long they haven't been there. I've met travelers outside of 'travelers' there.

However, he determined that the young man was not a scavenger. First of all, he was not similar to people in this area. His hair was not black, but a beautiful dark chestnut color. His nose was very strong, his lips were thin, and his skin was white. Quite a handsome young man, who has seen the dark aristocracy among the undead a few times, subconsciously feels that the other party is very similar to those people, but he does not have the cold atmosphere on his body.

Although the other person's clothing was very worn, he could see that the workmanship was very fine, and the shirt inside dared to be silky, which surprised him. He hadn't heard of that luxury of the scavenger.

"Not yet," the middle-aged man shook his head and replied, "but at least he has reacted to the outside world. Miss Phoenix Fire is taking care of him. You must find a way to get some water."

"That can't be done, Mr. Liu," Na Xin answered, "The water can only be replenished until the Qiusangze River. The rest of the water has been contaminated, and we drank nothing, but that At first glance, the young man was born with pride and health, and he was weak and drank the rest of the water. He didn't know what would cause it. "

The middle-aged man, known as Mr. Liu, looked at this man who was scornfully called by the citizens of Rosalind as 'Scavenger' or 'Vulture'. This is such a deflated character.

However, he did not look down on the other party. He had seen many things in many places, not the nobles who took for granted the outside world, knowing that although the smuggling of corpses to the undead was not a commendable thing, sometimes it was true It is more important than respect for the dead.

Some of these people are really morally degraded. They are working in the wild as robbers. Butchers on the black road have long heard of him. But there are also some people who are really under the pressure of survival. The person in front of them is obviously exactly the same.

When Na Xin rescued the young man, he didn't expect that this man is a follower of the blind goddess, and there are people who believe in the underworld, which is always more respectable than those who are completely fallen.

So when the lady asked to take care of the young man, he didn't stop.

Besides, he was also curious about the identity of the young man.

Different from that superficial insight, he is very clear that the human kingdom opposite the Sea of ​​the Dead Moon, although closed, but through the channel of the sea of ​​darkness, still maintains with Saint Osor and Eruin Intermittent trade.

He touched his leather gloves, and suddenly thought of another thing: "Naxin, I heard that you came across the Qiusanze River and encountered a flood?"

That was a bit confusing.

As if mentioning it, he was covered with haze on his face.

"I'm not telling you, Mr. Liu, this is indeed something weird." He swallowed, and replied: "You know the believer of the goddess Elaine, this bad sign has disturbed me for a long time ..."

Exactly.

This is the last job of Na Xin. Although not enough money has been saved, it is enough to live decently in Rosalin. As for wanting to return to Jiufeng, another way must be found. It is said that the lord of Rosalind had long been ready to return to the other side of the strait, and strangers would never cross the ocean to attack the Swift Plain.

As for where the undead will retreat, that's not what he can care about. The news from the front line is that the twelve Dark Lords are confronting the strangers in the field of bones. It is almost a war. . Although the undead had long since retreated, they never lost the entire battlefield, and he couldn't help thinking about it.

"It was like that at the time ..."

Na Xin said, remembering the situation at the time.

... (to be continued ...)