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Because when she opened the outer packaging of those compressed foods, she felt for the first time that she was full of anticipation for this kind of food that was so greasy that it was boring. This vulgar, almost barbaric food, when brought to her mouth, made her feel the fragrance of the food, made her heart beat faster, secreted a lot of saliva, and filled it with the desire to eat—in fact, it was already free from desire, and could be called "impulse". Not only that, but these things, which had nothing to offer in every aspect of their appearance or taste, (an indisputable fact), reminded her of the delicate dishes that were once eaten in small bites between the main courses at lavish feasts.

Even though those feasts are always full of visible intrigues and invisible undercurrents, the food is real and delicious.

The Banshee's Gate, this hellish place!

"Ahem...... cough ......" She swallowed too quickly and too quickly, and one carelessness made her choke on a big mouthful, so that she coughed non-stop.

"Eat slowly, it's okay. The old man said, handing her a glass of water. His gaze was clear, his face kind, and there was no superfluous desire in his eyes. It felt very abnormal - of course, she could have put it aside before satisfying her stomach. Anyway, the other party gave her food, and gave it to her before she could grab it. This result is obviously good for both people.

After a glass of water, she felt the hunger that made her stomach cramp a little less. At this moment, an indescribable sense of shame appeared in her heart. She really never imagined that one day, as a warlock, she would degenerate into wanting to grab something to eat. This kind of thing, only the most shameless and obscene thieves will do, and only need to do it.

"You're coming from over there?" the old man gestured in the direction of Skyrim. In this direction, there is a green field, with mountains, rivers and plains. A place that on the face of it, should be a place of abundance. Even if it had not been developed and built by humans, it could have casually supported the lives of a human group of hundreds or even thousands. After all, all historical records point to the fact that in the first days, early humans lived like this.

But this place has long been polluted. Not only here, but in fact the entire Banshee Gate has been "alienated", or "poisoned". She felt that the latter word was far more reflective of this tragic fact than the former. This means that everything is toxic. This is not a chemical or biological toxin. That toxin, though dangerous and deadly, is something to deal with. Toxins can be filtered and even eliminated in a variety of chemical and physical ways. But this "poison" is more terrible and powerful. Even today, it is still unclear what this so-called "poison" is, but if it is necessary to give a definition, it can be said that the so-called "poison" is actually a strange energy that even warlocks cannot understand. That energy polluted all the animals and plants of the Banshee Gate—either inorganic minerals or intelligent humans.

It is easy to understand that the former can be unaffected, while the latter, that is, human beings are immune to the effects of poisoning, of course, not because humans have some kind of special ability that is innate enough to be immune to such changes, but because human intelligence can easily know what can and cannot be eaten.

What will happen after eating it...... Whether it's the Bright Moon or the Stygian Moon, there is enough information. In fact, if someone wants to come to the hellish place of the Banshee's Gate, they can easily get such a copy of the material, including text, pictures, and videos. To put it simply, eating the food in this place will cause the genes of humans to collapse. Specifically, biological genes will collapse and reorganize, turning a living human into a heteromorphic creature that can no longer be called a "human" from any point of view.

However, what is on paper and what is actually seen are two different things. And although the matter of "poisoning" is known to everyone here. But just as human nature has long been proven, there are always some people, when they are in trouble, they will take chances to do those things that are deadly. This time is certainly no exception. In the midst of a strong invasion of Kecha Goyat and the ensuing great retreat. Inevitably, there will be some unlucky people who will be left behind for various reasons, walking alone or in a group in this barren land full of green and life. Then, tormented by hunger, it's easy to do stupid things that shouldn't have been done.

She saw one.

He (or perhaps they) had apparently caught some poisoned animal, skinned it, cleaned it, and then cooked it and eaten it (some traces were visible on the ground).

But even she, a successful person with a complete and rigorous education as a Stygian Warlock, who survived in that intrigue and bloody, ruthless world, was horrified by what she saw.

It was a creature that seemed to have come out of a nightmare, but the original human form was still faintly recognizable in its distorted and profaned form.

If she could, she would never recall or describe a creature that was no longer human, covered in herpes and bleeding pus. If given a choice, she would rather die - any kind of death would be better than becoming a creature like that.

Thankfully, she wasn't hiking, or rather she wasn't walking as far as the unfortunate. She hid the Dark Rangers' gear in a proper position before walking this way. Of course, this was the right thing in itself, but unfortunately, she was afraid that she was too cautious, so she hid her equipment a little too far. At the same time, she also overestimated her physical strength.

Although the magic is extremely magical, the magic power is not a meal.

She slowly stopped chewing. There were no vehicles carrying supplies around, and the old man obviously didn't have much equipment on him. And what she had just eaten was the food that the old man had brought with him, perhaps lunch. The old man didn't see any equipment on him for a long journey. Moreover, he did not in the slightest have the dirtiness and scruffiness that inevitably characterize the trekkers of the wilderness—his clothes, his face, and his shoes all testify to his good hygiene. When all this is taken together, there is only one answer, the strange old man is just out hiking.

This should not be far from the city of Gashe.

"Hungry, aren't you?" the old man looked at the girl. It's not the first time he's seen this type of thing. In fact, this kind of thing has been out of the news lately. Now, the situation at the Banshee Gate is very tragic. The vast majority of the territory of the Radiant Moon has now been occupied by Kaicha Goats and reduced to a battlefield. For some reason, the top management of Huiyue refused to let the local residents move to the rear. Large groups of refugees remained on the defensive line, struggling to survive on a small amount of relief food. Not to mention that there is also a group of corrupt officials who are there to play tricks and withhold materials.

In the midst of this despair, the city of Gasha is the only exception.

Not far outside the city of Gasha is a mining area. The mine, which had been captured by Kecha Goat, had now been recaptured by the garrisons of Gasher and put back into operation. On the surface, this is a small thing, but for the refugees who were originally outside the city, it is a sea change.

The villages and towns in the mining area, which were once empty, have been repopulated by residents. In the originally lifeless mine, the mining machines roared again. Refugees who had been in despair have suddenly regained everything.

The people who heard the news and came to defect can be said to be endless. It's a good thing for both parties. Refugees from outside the country have regained their own shelter and security, in addition to a normal income and food. For the locals (who are not actually locals, they can only be said to be refugees who were stranded on the side of the city), the mining area itself is a bottomless pit for absorbing labor. In fact, even now, there are still a significant number of mines that have not yet been able to recover 100% (usually in more remote pits), and the main reason is a shortage of manpower.

However, the peak of this flow of people has passed. In those areas that are relatively close, almost all the refugees have already fled to the city of Gashe. Nowadays, the number of visitors has become sporadic and small, and it is usually a single person who has traveled long distances to get here. The girl is clearly one of them.

The old man was well aware of how dangerous this behavior was. Outwardly, the Banshee's Gate is a green, vibrant land. But it is barren to mankind and more desperate than a glacier. You can't find any food here, and even the water has to be rigorously filtered – and to this day, no one can say whether microbes will be "poisoned", or whether the absorption of microbes into the stomach (although this is in fact unavoidable) will cause human mutations. This is not to say that there is no technology to observe microbes, but because single-celled organisms, such as bacteria themselves, have very fast capabilities, let alone viruses.

The girl did not react to the question "starving". In fact, this question is also purely redundant. The old man pointed in the direction in which the girl had appeared—that direction should be another stronghold city of Huiyue.

The girl nodded. Although she was very flustered when she ate just now, she seemed to have become a little shy now, and seemed to be a little scared, although she seemed very uneasy because she had eaten his food, but she did not dare to speak, and only nodded and shook her head at his questions.

"You're here in Gashe, aren't you?" nodded.

"Anyone else?" shook his head.

The old man had no children, so he gave his mercy to all the young people in his tribe. Similarly, many young people also regard him as an adult, and even give him the nickname "Daddy". And as everyone knows, the war has cost the clan a lot of young people. As an elder in the tribe, he had an instinctive affection for this girl who had gone through a lot of hardships and traveled a long way to look pitiful.

Yes, he should help her, shouldn't he? As for the possibility that the other party was a Warlock spy of the Stygian or something, that was not in the realm of consideration at all. In any case, the current situation is that Kecha Goatt has entrenched most of the Banshee's Gate. It would be difficult for the Warlocks of the Stygian to cross the control zone of Kecha Goat.

As for the fact that the Rangers of the Dark Moon came to Gasha City before...... Ha, the rangers are all invisible warlocks, and they all wear special clothes, and they have flying equipment. In front of him was an ordinary girl dressed in ordinary clothes, walking with only two feet, and even more hungry. Who had ever heard of warlocks falling to this point?

"Come with me. The old man smiled softly and held out a hand. The girl hesitated and took his hand.

If she couldn't disguise herself in front of this kind (note, this word is not a compliment), she wouldn't be worthy of the glory of "Dark Ranger" at all. It is important to know that while stealth is the Ranger's true trick, disguise and blend in with the enemy crowd is also a must for every scout.

But the test is really not difficult. From the moment she held the old man's hand, she exhaled a deep breath deep in her heart. She was finally freed from the greatest danger and left the place where she was at war with Kecha Goat, where death and betrayal were rife at all times. Yes, so far, she has won every dangerous gamble and made herself a lot of chips. But she also knew that in that Casino of Death, as long as she missed a single step, losing once would be a doom. Turning into a Ranger and hiding inside the temporarily safe Radiant Moon camp in the name of reconnaissance was the best option she could think of.

For now.