After the harvest festival, the weather gets warmer.

The rolling Nolan River runs from north to south and flows into the North Sea along the dotted villages, and this large river has given birth to countless creatures, as well as the entire Southern Wilderness County.

Reynard rode his horse, crossed the White Rock Bridge, and continued eastward.

At this time, he changed into weathered leather armor, and his identity was no longer the governor of Southern Wilderness County and the guardian of the entire territory of Arthur's Kingdom, but an ordinary mercenary.

Along the way, there were caravans, as well as heavily armed mercenaries and adventurers like him, all of whom gathered around the wagons laden with supplies, forming columns to deliver goods to the various cities of the Southern Wilderness.

Many solitary caravans were sheltered by their shadows, and their hurried steps hung at the end of the procession.

Although the haze of demons still hangs over this land, it can't stop these guys who want money and don't want their lives.

Renard and Arka were among them, and they joined the caravan as the Lone Ranger, braving the fine spring rain to head east.

The two of them will soon leave the county of Meredith, and after walking dozens of kilometers, they will enter the territory of the Anti-Demon Alliance.

If you ask who is the strongest in Southern Wilderness County now, it must be the Earl of Meredith, but when it comes to who has the largest territory, it must be Earl Shelley, after all, he is the leader of the Anti-Demon Alliance, and he has over the hundreds of lords below.

Although the Anti-Demon Alliance is only a very loose interest group, and everyone is only a cooperative relationship, it is undeniable that this force is united enough to pose a great threat to the county of Meredith.

And what Lei Ye has to do now is to go to the core area of this loose alliance to find out the authenticity of a certain news.

The further east you go, the narrower the road becomes, and eventually only two carriages can be used in parallel.

The ground was even more uneven, the carriage was moving more and more difficult, and the horses pulling the cart neighed again and again, but fortunately, the caravan was still quite well manned, and it could barely move forward by carrying people on its shoulders.

However, after entering the Borderlands, the caravan progressed slower and slower.

The north wind was howling, and the fine rain flakes mixed with the ice slag slapped on the people, and the cold was biting, not much different from being tortured.

Renard and Arka wrapped their coats and coats tightly, and pressed their hoods very low, trying to keep the cold wind and drizzle out.

The coolies didn't have such good conditions, and their soaked furs stuck to their bodies, making them shiver from the cold.

After walking like this for about two days, the road in front of us gradually opened up, and the rudimentary shape of the village could be faintly seen, and the caravan leader saw that it was getting late, so he raised his hand and signaled: "We will rest in the village in front tonight." ”

Everyone readily agreed, and no one wanted to trek in such weather.

Renard rode up from behind, his eyebrows and hair covered in raindrops, his face covered in stubble, and he looked much older than his age.

He asked curiously at the caravan leader, "What's the name of this village?"

The caravan leader wiped the rain from his face and sighed: "Bailing Village, which used to be a lively and prosperous village, was broken by the demon army the year before last, except for a few people who escaped, the rest of the people were killed and eaten. ”

Renard sighed when he heard this, and asked again, "Is there no one living in it now?"

The caravan director showed an undeniable expression: "This is not the county of Meredith, the nobles will not care whether the mud legs live or die, and all the towns conquered by the demons will be abandoned." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to a few fires in the village and added, "Except for people like us who are passing by to rest for a while, no one dares to live here at all, otherwise who knows when it will become food for the devil." ”

However, there are no absolutes, and just as the caravan leader was talking, several rickety figures walked out of the ruined village.

They walked straight to the caravan with cowardice and uneasiness on their faces: "Gentlemen, do you need help?"

The surrounding guards suddenly became vigilant and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

It's no wonder they're making a fuss, it's the worst time of the disaster, and many refugees who can't afford to eat have formed bands of robbers to raid homes and houses, so be wary of any outsiders.

The person who came was obviously frightened, and was silent for a long time before he said cautiously: "We are the villagers of Bailing Village, and we are here to help you. ”

Hearing this, the caravan leader curiously paced to the front of the group, keeping a safe distance from the people opposite, and then asked, "What are we helping us?"

Hearing the question, a person slowly walked out on the other side, but it was a skinny old man, he showed a tired look, and said, "Anything can be done, such as helping you load and unload goods and take care of livestock." ”

The caravan director was not in a hurry to refuse, because he had not yet thoroughly figured out the identity of the other party: "Then what do we need to pay?"

The old man swallowed his saliva and said with a little difficulty: "Food, as long as you can eat it." ”

The caravan director frowned, looked the other party up and down for a long time, and after making sure that there was no threat, he replied very directly: "Sorry, we don't need it. ”

Hearing this, the old man's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Just as he was about to turn away, Renard suddenly stopped him: "Wait!"

As he spoke, Renard turned over and dismounted, took out two pieces of white bread from the spatial ring and handed them over: "I have some questions for you." ”

Looking at the white bread in Lei Ye's hand, the old man's Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, and then hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, noble knight, may the gods bless you, if you have any questions, just ask." ”

He didn't reach out to pick up the bread when he spoke, obviously because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to answer the question and make Lei Ye unhappy.

Renard didn't bother to care so much, shoved the bread into the other party's hand, and then walked towards the village.

A few ragged people followed behind, staring at the bread in the old man's hand, if it weren't for the presence of Lei Ye to deter, he would have to come up and rob him.

Looking for a room to shelter from the rain, Renard stepped inside, the furniture and walls inside were clearly burned by the flames, and the black and ugly ones were very ugly.

However, he didn't care, and sat directly on the still intact earthen kang, and asked the only old man who dared to enter the house, "Are you a villager from Bailing Village?"

The old man nodded and replied truthfully, "That's right. ”

Lei Ye asked again: "I heard that the people of the entire village were either slaughtered and eaten by demons, or escaped, how did you survive?"

The old man sighed deeply when he heard this, as if he remembered something sad, and tears welled up in his eyes.

After a while, he replied in a choked voice: "I happened to go to the city to buy things that day, and because it rained and the roads were muddy, I came back late, so I escaped the massacre. ”

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