Scene 91 The Young Man Picked Up

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 immediately frowned, the water tasted rancid. Fortunately, he should be able to reach the Qiusangze River before night and replenish a new water source there - if nothing unexpected happened.

He touched the strong neck of the animal hard, grasped the straps of the harness with his hands, and stuffed the shriveled water bag back again. The packhorse snorted. It was an old horse with more than twenty years of teeth. This old man had been chewing grass under his hands since he was working with his head on his belt on the long border. .

》wan》书》ロba, ↖anshu←ba 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 buildings have long been abandoned. A corner of the house loomed, and above the light clouds like streamers, a few stars flickered, dotting the horizon with a faint crimson color.

Naxin stared in that direction. Where the sun sank, there was the land covered with the black rose flag. Beyond the kingdom of the dead and a vast ocean, it was said that there was also a prosperous human world.

The strange sight happened three days ago in the western sky. 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. It 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 the edge of a knife. 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 don't have eternal rest for a moment, they will need all kinds of materials. Many people are smuggling corpses and bones. The lord of Rosalin has strictly prohibited such behavior, but who doesn't know that the Salin border guard is the biggest smuggler.

It's a pity that this business is now going to be discontinued.

Na Xin 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 appearance of something changes everything.

Now the residents here have either moved back behind Rosalin's Sighing Wall, or they have not crossed the strait to become refugees in Jiufeng. Or it would turn into a pile of bones.

The activities of the monsters 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 caught up from behind on horseback. He let his mount pace and slowed down beside Na Xin. When the shadow covered Na Xin, he raised his head to look at the visitor. The man sitting on horseback had a serious face under his flat forehead. There are two sharp and heart-stopping eyes on both sides of the straight bridge of the nose.

There seem to be many stories hidden in the vicissitudes of his eyes. They look weathered, but their exposed skin is well maintained. They are not like desperadoes like them who roll on the tip of a knife. They look like pampered people.

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. Unlike a mixed-breed hybrid like a draft horse, the horse was as tall as a man from its back. It had a slender and strong body, and its fur was smooth and smooth. The horse stood still. The perfect muscle lines are like a living work of art in Na Xin.

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 matter 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 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 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 with a little surprise.

He picked that man up from the avenue near Tomro after the strange scene happened three days ago. When they found each other, the young man fell under a low stone wall, wearing a strange coat. , face down and unconscious.

Nasin knew that that place used to be a highway for the farmers of Tomro to herd sheep, but since the monsters began to wreak havoc, the herdsmen migrated to the west of Tomro, leaving 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 straight, his lips were thin, and his skin was white. A rather handsome young man, Naxin 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 the scavenger having such luxury.

"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 this man on the horse, whom the citizens of Rosalin despised as a 'scavenger' or a '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 outside 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 and were doing things like bandits in the wild. He had also heard about butchers on the dark roads. But there are also some people who are really under pressure to survive, and this person in front of them is 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 depraved.

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, Jiu Feng was blocked, but through the waterway on the Sea of ​​Dark Light, he still maintained time with Saint Osor and Eruin. 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?"

Then he was stunned for a moment.

It seemed that as soon as he mentioned this matter, his face was covered with a haze.

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Liu, this matter is indeed a bit weird." 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 was Na Xin's last job. Although he had not saved enough money, it was enough to live decently in Rosalin. As for returning to Jiufeng, he had to find another way. It is said that the lords of Rosalin 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 cares about. The news coming 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 had already begun to retreat steadily, they would not lose the entire battlefield - he couldn't help but think this.

"It was like this back then..."

Naxin said while recalling the situation at that time.

…(To be continued)…