The two of them and a deer walked on the endless desert, looking from afar like three ants on a discarded dry mud pond.

The further north you go, the more desolate it becomes, and when you first leave the 'Beizi Camp', you can still see green weeds, and gradually as the grass turns into dead grass, the dead grass becomes grass roots, and finally even the grass roots disappear without a trace, leaving only dry sand and ravines with sunken legs.

Don't expect the distant North Sea to bring some rain to this land, even in summer it is just a huge ice that is difficult to melt, so in this season, the herdsmen and their cattle and sheep have long since left here, but the north wind will still blow the earth, just like the occasional rangers and wolves running on the desert, thousands of miles of red land is desolate and lonely, this is the Northern Desert.

Then they found the first bones.

"If that pair of rangers is not wrong," An Ran half-squatted and used a bamboo cane to dig out the white bones hidden by mud and sand, "Twenty miles further on, it should be the Mobei Battlefield." ”

But what's the use? In such a big place, so many people died at the beginning, how can we guarantee that we can find Huang Haihao's bones? Fan Yuntian muttered.

An Ran tapped his finger on the upper left corner of the vision, and a translucent parcel with many lattices inside appeared in the void, and he threw the corpse into one of the small lattices.

"There is no guarantee," the handsome young man stood up and walked forward, "Bringing Huang Haihao's bones home is actually a task, and it is one of the things that Huang Yuanwai entrusted Brother Guyan to do, but after I heard the tragic story of Huang Haihao and Li Qingyun, I wanted to bring his bones back and bury them together, so I came to the Northern Desert to try my luck." ”

"So you threw the bones in your bag when you saw the bones here, hoping to find him among the thousands of bones," Fan Yuntian scoffed, "It's just that so many people have died in this Mobei battlefield, can you be a big idiot?" ”

"What can Lao Tzu do?" An Ran shrugged, "I'm not Brother Lone Yan, according to what he said in the mission, the 'mountain' halberd mark on his forehead will glow when he is close to Hai Hao's bones and weapons, although Hai Hao's heroic soul is in my stomach, but he can't prompt me half a point, so how much can I fit!" Can we find Hai Hao's bones to see fate, we can't finally come to the Mobei battlefield empty-handed, at least we can bring these sons and daughters who died in a foreign country back to Jinguo for burial! ”

"That's a good reason," Fan Yuntian touched the hair on Bai Lu's belly, "Xiaobai! Xiaobai, our Brother An Ran is really a good person! If I were him, he would personally go to his own womb and ask that Huang Haihao, ask about the original war, how many people were there? Where did he die? What kind of armor are you wearing? What kind of weapon is used? It's much easier to find it with his reminders, and wandering around like a headless fly like him may not be found in the Year of the Monkey. ”

"Do you think Lao Tzu doesn't want to?" An Ran replied: "Lao Tzu went to his belly several times, but I never saw him. ”

Fan Yuntian didn't say anything more, and the two of them collected the bones they found as they walked. It wasn't until the sun set over the western horizon that they came across a group of Northern Desert Rangers in black armor.

"Who are you?" The young man in the lead pointed at An Ran with a horsewhip and asked, "Are you wandering alone in this desert looking for death?" Come back with us! ”

"Chief, these two don't look like the alien races in the north, but how can they get here?" A knight muttered quietly.

"Eight lambs! Lao Tzu is not blind yet! The young master smiled and cursed, and then said to the two people under the horse, "You are my Dajin people, right?" Whatever you do, you can't stay here any longer, and there is an order from above that no passage will be given here; Second, the terrain here is desolate, there are wild beasts during the day and ghosts at night, so please go back with us immediately and don't lose your life here. ”

This is already the third group of cavalry An Ran they have met, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings like the first rangers they met yesterday, the gray-robed young man simply took out the iron plate with the word 'rebuke' written on it from his arms and pinched it in his hand to show the cavalry commander.

When the man saw the black iron token in his hand, everyone immediately turned over, dismounted, and half-knelt on the ground with their hands clenched into fists.

"The subordinates don't know that they are Lord Waiting, and they hope to atone for their sins if they say something offensive!" The young ten-captain shouted respectfully.

"Brothers, please get up!" An Ran motioned for the cavalry to get up, "Which army are you from?" ”

"My lord, we are from the Beizi Battalion, and we are rangers under the command of General Jin, and this tour of the Northern Desert is ordered to drive away the homeless people from other countries." The ten-captain, who had an unsheathed iron knife hanging from his waist, stood up and replied with his fists clenched.

"I see, you brothers have worked hard," An Ran nodded lightly, "Listen to what you just said this place is haunted?" ”

"Lord Hui, this place used to be a big battlefield, when our Northern Desert Army was resisting the invasion of the northern homeless, many people died, and these people died in the ghost of the land, and finally formed a ghost creature that lost its mind. Since the ghosts are afraid of sunlight, they usually do not appear during the day, but at night they will wander in the desert to hunt wild beasts and passers-by, which has happened many times before, and then gradually no one will come here. ”

"Isn't it?" One of the Ranger with a spear and pestle laughed and said, "We're the only Rangers who are still dangling around this damn place like ghosts." ”

"But only in the daytime," added the ten-captain, glaring at his men, "and at sunset we will leave this place, and find a place far away to pitch our tents and light a campfire before we can sleep." ”

An Ran knew that he was talking about the war that blocked the southward migration of the northern homeless people fifteen years ago, and the rangers he met yesterday spoke in more detail than this ten-division commander.

Due to the harsh living environment in the north, those nomads living in the Gobi Desert and desert will migrate south in late summer and early autumn, and most of the foreign nomads when they arrive at the southern border of Jinguo, they do not plan to go back when they see the green grass and grass, and simply raise cattle and sheep to graze on the spot. However, due to the increasing number of foreign nomads who moved south, there was no room for so many people to survive on the plains where resources were scarce, so these people gathered together to rob each other of pastures and resources, and some would even conquer the cities under the jurisdiction of the three major families, and the disputes on the northern plains continued to shed blood day by day.

Later, the young prince Li Jiazhen became the vassal king of the Northern Desert, in order to safeguard the interests of these gate lord families in the north, and in order to prevent the increasing number of nomads from attacking the northern city wall, he personally commanded the troops to drive away these nomads from the north, and the two sides had a big battle in this place, although the excellent Northern Desert army drove all the nomads back to the desolate Gobi Desert and the desert, but they also suffered heavy casualties, Huang Haihao was sacrificed in this war, this is the original Mobei War.

War is brutal for both sides. In order to prevent the tragedy from happening again, Li Jiazhen, who was canonized by the emperor as the 'King of Guangmo', had to govern the land under his jurisdiction, so he let the people of the three major families in the north join the Northern Desert Army to hold important positions. Some of the nomads from the north were allowed to move south, but the population had to be controlled, and the herders had to obey the laws of the Jin Kingdom and pay their own taxes and tribute. In this way, the herders will be like the migratory birds, going back and forth on the land every year, and the two sides can live together peacefully for decades.

Why did the northern soldiers, the family of lords, and the herdsmen from these foreign countries respect their marshal so much? Not without reason, he brought them peace and hope.

"Have you ever heard of a general named Huang Haihao?" An Ran asked.

"I don't know." The Captain replied, and his men shook their heads blankly.

"Sure enough!" An Ran thought, "There are too many people who died in the war, and a Huang Haihao is just a drop in the sea of corpses, and the wind of time has already blown away his story." ”

"I'm afraid I'm going to spend the night in your military tent tonight," An Ran looked at the sky that had gradually darkened, "Although the general has important matters, he is also afraid of ghosts." ”

"Ahh It's an honor to be in the company of adults. The captain and his fourteen brethren were overjoyed.

"Huh! Do you have times when you're scared? Fan Yuntian, who had been standing beside Bailu without saying a word, suddenly said this.

"Who is this?" Seeing his light blue eyes and pointed ears, the ten-trimester asked suspiciously.

The NPC kid instantly found a sense of existence, and immediately took out the black iron token and lit it up. "Lao Tzu is also your Waiting." He said triumphantly.

These rangers were about to get down on one knee but were stopped by An Ran.

"Leave him alone," he said, "and let this little bastard go alone." ”

This ten-master is very puzzled, is the candidate who manages the scouts so easy to be now? Not to mention the big one, even a strange-looking teenager can hold a black iron token in his hand? However, he naturally couldn't say what he thought in his heart, so he could only respectfully watch the gray-robed young man in front of him and the muttering young man turn over to the deer.

Then he rode away.

It wasn't until nightfall that they found a place with a low dead log. The NPC soldiers cut down trees and set up tarpaulins that their horses carried. But when the bonfire was lit, there was no wind or rain, and the dry branches and leaves were sprinkled with oil, why did it not burn?

Some voices reminded them, "Give me back the bones!" Give me back my bones! The voice was sometimes sharp and sometimes low, like the creak that struck through the glass; It's like the crying in the quilt.

Everyone is surprised!

An Ran and Fan Yuntian were the first to react, and when the rangers instinctively retreated, they drew their weapons and held them across their chests.

"Who are you?" The handsome young man looked at the few pale and translucent faces floating in the air and shouted.

"Give me back my bones! Give me back my bones! The translucent face was still howling mechanically.

"Ghost!" The soldiers were in chaos in an instant, and one by one they stepped back and pointed at their faces in the air and shouted: "This is the powerful ghost of the Mobei battlefield!" ”

"Mom! Finished! Don't eat me! Don't eat me! "Someone was scared.

Suddenly, one of the faces sprang towards a soldier, followed by three or four more.

A hand suddenly grabbed the shoulder of a horseman and jerked him away, and the frightened pockmarked face spun in a circle, just avoiding the face that rushed straight at him.

"What's the panic?" An Ran said with a smile.

Then the pockmarked face was surprised to find that the body of the waiter who was talking to him was gradually becoming darker.

Ten steps away from him, three An Ran and three Fan Yuntian appeared at the same time, and all the horsemen who were too late to react took away the attack of the human face one after another, and finally those figures quickly coincided together.

"Are you the Northern Desert Army who died in battle, the heroic spirit in the desert?" An Ran clasped his fists at the faces of the people who were floating up and down in mid-air and said: "Whether you can understand people or not, Gu Nianer and the others were all good sons of my Dajin Iron Bone at the beginning, please leave quickly, I can't bear to kill soldiers." ”

Several faces paused blankly, and then began to shout again: "Give me back the bones!" Give me back my bones! ”

"Look! Get in trouble! Fan Yuntian, who was nervous, smiled, "Lao Tzu has already said it!" You can't pick up these bones and you don't listen to them - kindness is like a donkey's liver and lungs. ”

"Shut up!" An Ran glared at the NPC kid and then suddenly sighed, "Hey! I wanted to take your bones back to Dajin for a good burial, so it seems that my kindness is indeed a donkey's liver and lungs. The young man quickly took out the five skeletons from his personal package, "Give it back to you!" Where to go back and forth to annoy the individual. ”

When these people saw the skeleton on the ground, they pounced like moths, and one skeleton stood up first.

"Give me flesh! Give me flesh and blood! The skeleton shouted as it activated its upper and lower foreheads.

Then more of the remaining four skeletons stood up and shouted as they trembled towards the crowd.

An Ran used a 'Contemplation' skill on them, only to find out that these were wild monsters that had lost their spiritual sense: Mobei Heroic Spirit, ordinary ghosts, and level 57.

So what are you waiting for? The gray-robed young man rushed to the left side of one of the skeleton shelves with an arrow step, swept the bamboo cane sideways, and the blue-green stick shadow flashed around the skeleton's neck. Hearing only a 'bang', the skull of Mobei Yingling flew into the air.

‘-4100’

The terrifying damage value, the skeleton frame that lost its head fell in response, and the cavalry present was simply dumbfounded.

At this time, another skeleton shelf happened to come to An Ran's right side, and slashed down An Ran's head with its miserable white bone palm.

"Humph! Mayflies shake trees beyond their means. An Ran slapped him stiffly without moving, and then handed out a punch in the air, and a muffled 'bang' sounded again.

‘-10’

‘-3600’

The value of minus ten is the damage of Mobei Yingling's slap on An Ran's head, it can be said that even his game character's defense is not broken, but the second value of three thousand six is the damage that An Ran's fist smashed on Mobei Yingling's chest, and only one stick and one punch knocked the two heroic spirits out of their bodies, and the skeleton was shattered to the ground, this is An Ran's strength now, this is the gap in level cultivation.

Looking at Fan Yuntian, the NPC kid started faster, and he almost used the basic skills that ordinary assassins had, such as 'stuffy stick', 'stabbing back', 'deboning', and 'throat kissing', and he almost didn't use his self-created 'rice planting song' skill. However, although he danced the double dagger into a flower, it was a deadly sword, and the other three skeletons could withstand his toss and explode.

The faces of the five miserable white men who had been knocked out of their bodies appeared even paler, shaking up and down in the air as if they were trembling.

"That's it?" The NPC kid spreads his hands.

"Do you know you're scared?" An Ran sneered and said what Fan Yuntian had said to him earlier to the faces in the air.

"Give me back my bones! Give me back my bones! The five faces were still repeating the words just now, but they didn't have the anger they had just had, and now they were praying to the poor people.

"Which of you has a fire fold? Lao Tzu is going to burn these noisy ghost things. Fan Yuntian asked loudly.

"I have, I have," one of the horsemen reacted and began to touch the fire fold on his body.

Then an old voice suddenly sounded in the air that only An Ran could hear: "I hope that God will make your subordinates merciful!" ”

"Where is Your Excellency?" An Ran asked loudly into the empty sky.

A huge cyan talisman with the word 'Ling' written in vermilion font appeared in the air like a blanket, and on top of the talisman stood an ancient old man the size of a palm, ** upper body, glowing with white light, and the old man held the dust with his arm and smiled at An Ran and made a joke.

"Time is urgent, Poor Dao can't be delayed for too long, God has sent your lord to come to the Mobei Battlefield to look for me, and then you will know who Poor Dao is."

With a flick of his dust, the faces of the five men were swept away by the blanket-like talisman as if they had been swept away by a gale. The old man stood at the front of the talisman and rowed with a dust, and under his stroke, there were glowing ripples in the air, and the talisman flew towards the north like a boat in the sea.

"Another fucking old pervert!"

An Ran scolded and turned his head, only then did he get rid of himself, everyone had a dead leaf stuck to their foreheads, and Fan Yuntian and the dozen or so rangers seemed to be motionless in a frozen frame.

A gust of wind blew, carrying the dead leaves on everyone's foreheads into the pitch-black distance, and then everyone woke up almost at the same time.

"Don't grind, hurry!"

The NPC kid was still spreading his hands urging the NPC rider to take the fire fold, and the rider was still holding it in his arms.

"Be human!" An Ran smiled and patted Fan Yuntian on the shoulder, "You beat people away." ”

Fan Yuntian immediately looked up, only to find that the night sky was empty, and there were still white human faces.

"That's it? When did Lao Tzu not know? The NPC kid scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"I just ran with the wind." An Ran looked at the broken white bones on the ground and found a few shiny things, "There's a rich little bastard there." He said.

Sure enough, when the NPC kid heard the sound, he ran over.

"It seems like a strong gust of wind was blowing just now," muttered the young ten-captain.

After that, they successfully lit the bonfire, the Rangers took out food and wine bags from their backpacks hanging on horseback, and An Ran took out the wolf meat stored in his personal package and roasted it on the bonfire with a wooden stick. Under the reflection of the raging fire, the young man found that the eyes of these rangers looking at him and Fan Yuntian were a little complicated, some curious, some admired, but more of them seemed to be afraid.

"Why are you looking at us like that?" An Ran had just roasted a piece of wolf meat and handed it to the Ten-Commander along with a wooden stick.

"Lord Houguan, you shouldn't be a cultivator from the mountain, right?" The ten-captain took the wolf meat and asked with a look of adoration on his face: "That kind of skill just now—my God!" I killed those ghosts with one punch, and you must know that these ghosts are going to eat people, and we can't hide when we see them. ”

"No," said a somewhat balding baby-faced horseman as he helped cut wolf meat, "I just saw that the two Waiting Officers suddenly became seven Waiting Officials, and this kind of magical power can only be done by the gods on the mountain!" You're right, big brother. ”

They started talking about it, Fan Yuntian simply began to brag about himself, and An Ran just sat on the ground and listened to them quietly.

"Anyway, Lord Houguan saved our brother's life." The ten-master told his brothers to all stand up, picked up the wine bag in his hand, and said respectfully to An Ran and Fan Yuntian: "Come and we will toast the two of you with a glass, and in the future, where you can use your brothers, just speak, and we will do our best to repay the great kindness." ”

"Where's the brother?" An Ran lifted the wine bag and said with a smile, "The same robe Ze should help each other." ”

They each took a big sip.

Only Fan Yuntian wiped his mouth and muttered in a low voice, "What kind of robe are we?" Then the NPC kid's waist was lightly bumped by An Ran's elbow, and Fan Yuntian laughed.

They ate a lot of things in the siege and told a lot of various stories, but they didn't drink too much, so no one would be so drunk that An Ran and Fan Yuntian would tell them what they were doing. It wasn't until the ground was in a mess, some of the soldiers were standing guard and some were starting to fall asleep, that An Ran chose to leave the line.

Under the night sky, the bonfire is like a blooming rose, fiery and gorgeous, like a skirt swaying and blurry in the girlish wind.