Roger followed the banks of the Serra River and walked some way west.

The number of underground warthogs has increased rather than decreased.

In some parts of the basin, the river overflows, forming new tributaries or ponds.

It was a shocking scene.

Roger looked out over the upper reaches of the Serra River, unable to imagine what had happened.

The Serra River was quiet, and there was a feeling that there was no living thing within a few miles.

The Qi Hope Technique could not obtain information, and Roger did not dare to divinate without permission.

After a short stay, I had to go back.

On the way back, he saw a tall man on the shore.

The man, like him, was carefully observing the dead pigs on the river.

Roger walked over and took the initiative to greet:

"Good morning."

"Good morning." The man's accent was a bit stereotypical, and his tone was particularly formal, and he didn't seem to be a native of the manor.

His costume was not like that of an ordinary adventurer, but it was very different from that of a merchant or a peasant.

More like the affairs officer of Dawning Town.

"Shocking, isn't it?"

The man turned his face and smiled.

He has a sculptural face, a straight nose, a full forehead, and a pair of beautiful dark green eyes hidden under the deep sunken eye sockets.

His lips were always pursed tightly, revealing a sense of firmness.

Even the thinning hair, which has a precarious hairline, is combed in an orderly manner, revealing a certain unspeakable stubbornness.

Just this one look.

Roger vaguely guessed the man's identity.

"Indeed." Roger looked at the dead pig on the river and shook his head gently:

"This kind of thing is completely beyond my knowledge."

"Reasonable." The man looked at Roger calmly, and when he spoke, he seemed to be reciting the lines of a stage play, and he glanced at each other:

"I once heard a story."

"Beneath the ground of the bones lies an open world of darkness; In the southwest corner of the Dark World, there is a plain of moss, and the plain is full of these underground warthogs. ”

"Every winter, there are a large number of underground warthogs that gather in herds, and they run all the way, facing south."

"The warthogs are menacing and unstoppable, and even the master of the dark world: the cunning and powerful two-headed black dragon does not dare to face the onslaught of hundreds of thousands of warthogs."

"During that time, all predators avoid the route of the warthog herd. They swept across the endless subterranean plains, all the way to the southernmost part of the Dark World. ”

"The southernmost part of the dark world is an underground river called Bondrey, and white mist often rises from the dark river, which is unpredictable. Herds of warthogs will rush towards the Bondley River - but as you know, underground warthogs don't swim, so the first warthogs to rush down will only drown. ”

"Given the physiology of warthogs, after drowning they quickly float up and become a small piece of duckweed on the surface of the river where they can settle down; So the latecomer can step on the corpse of his companion and continue until he himself becomes part of the duckweed. ”

"One day, on a gentle stretch of river, warthogs will build a pontoon bridge with their bones. Their companions will have the opportunity to reach the south of the riverbank. However, it is not that simple. ”

"On the Bondre River, there's an eerie white mist. The White Mist kills all intruders, no exception. ”

"We still don't know how many lucky people who successfully step on the bones of their companions during the annual warthog migration to reach the other side no matter what the cost."

"All we know is that the warthogs that didn't make it are all here."

Speaking of which.

The man fell into a long silence, as if in thought, as if in remembrance.

Roger was captivated by this bizarre and somewhat shocking story.

The two stood there stiffly.

It's like two poor worms who have been immobilized by humans.

After a while.

Not far away, there was the sound of footsteps.

"Alain. Dominica. ”

"Your Excellency must be Master Roger."

The man came to his senses and generously extended his hand to Roger.

For Roger, this etiquette is simply too long.

He subconsciously grabbed Alain's hand—it was a pair of thick hands, and they were very warm, giving people a strong sense of security.

"Just call me Roger."

He said.

Alan Zhengse said: "For a martial artist who saved the manor from the turtle plague, 'master' is a very appropriate title. ”

"And on the way back to the manor, I also heard the legend of the White Feather Flyer."

In the face of Alain's compliment, Roger suddenly felt a blush.

Maybe he's too serious.

Roger told himself.

"Just call me Roger."

He chose to be a reply-to-reader.

Alain's brows furrowed, and he stretched out for a long time:

"Okay Roger. I'm willing to make an exception for you. ”

Roger breathed a sigh of relief.

The others in the manor called him Master Roger in that vernacular accent, and he felt a kind of simple intimacy; But in Brother Alan's serious tone, he always has the illusion that the MLM master was hung out and repeatedly ridiculed the whipping corpse.

"Lord Alain, why are the warthogs migrating south?"

Roger brings the conversation back to the point:

"And if the Bunderie River is the upper reaches of the Serra River, then the so-called "monster theory" is self-defeating, right?"

Alain straightened his back, and his tone softened slightly:

"At least in my opinion, the claim that there are monsters at the bottom of the river is closer to nonsense."

"In the thirteen-year observation log of the Lord's Mansion, there is no trace of any monster haunting."

"As for the motives of the warthogs, I'm afraid only the warthogs themselves know."

"We do have some premature speculation, though. Further investigation is needed to investigate the specific research results, and I hope that when I go back, Hayward will be able to bring me the latest hydrological data. ”

Roger nodded knowingly, and asked no more questions.

When they first met, Alain had actually revealed a lot of information to him.

Leave it true or false aside.

These are not accessible to the average adventurer.

Although he is very interested in the secrets of the Serra River, he also knows the balance of human interaction.

The two chatted for a while, nothing more than the customs of the manor, the weather and the food.

Alain is indeed a very intelligent person.

He himself is very personable, eloquent, and can win the favor of others in just a few words-

Different from the usual rhetoric used by liars, Alain's words can always cut to the heart of the topic, go straight to the root of the problem, and make people can't help but be in awe when they listen to it.

For Roger, Alain's speculative habits bear many similarities with him, not at all like the natives of Mystra.

This made him a little curious about the origin of the other party.

After a while.

Roger led Alain and Freya, who had stopped not far away, to take a walk around the farm.

Although Senluo Farm is dilapidated, the natural scenery is still good.

Freya was well prepared, brought her own food, and the three of them simply had a picnic near the forest to the west.

After that, he returned to Roger's house.

The two chatted all afternoon.

At dusk, Alain reluctantly said goodbye under Freya's repeated eye hints.

……

In the evening.

Another guard came to visit, saying that he had sent a thank you gift from Lord Alain.

Roger opened it and saw that there was a sticky note for the "White Feather Flyer" pasted on it, and Roger was embarrassed for a while.

At the bottom is a book of martial arts cheats.

……

"Superb Martial Arts Cheats (Sliding Shovel)"

……

See the name.

Roger's face couldn't help but turn strange.

"Is this asking me to slide up and send a wave?"

However, he still habitually opened the Qi Technique.

……

"Sliding Shovel: Pingsha Sect Town School, Founder Black Tiger"

"Description: A martial arts slide shovel containing 196 kinds of moves, with strong armor-piercing, maiming and opportunity-finding effects, it is a unique skill condensed by the Black Tiger Master in his life, and a big killing weapon in actual combat."

"Requirements: Perception 15 / Master at least 3 Qi Tips"

……