…… Coming out of Akara's tent, looking left and right, and after hesitating for a moment, I rushed in the direction of the training ground.

Along the way, the brain is still thinking and digesting.

According to the previous urine development, I originally thought that there was something wrong with Tia from the Hradik clan, or something difficult with the elven clan, of course, the most likely is the hell clan.

I didn't expect it to be neither.

This time, it was Sister Sharna and the old drunkard Kashya.

On the old drunkard's side, to be honest, I actually thought about it, after all, she was already very abnormal before leaving, and she felt that something would happen sooner or later, for example, one day she suddenly broke out, carrying a spear and saying that she was going to fight Andariel, for example, one day she suddenly broke out, put on a snow suit and said that she was going to the depths of the Snow Mountain of Harogas to find her old lover who had been missing for a hundred years.

And so on, anyway, this guy has a lot of black history and can't count it, and he can come up with something just like that.

It's just that what I didn't expect was that her black history actually involved Sister Sharna, the specific reason is unknown, Akara and Kane didn't tell me much, they only asked me to go to these two people and personally confirm the historical truth with their own eyes and ears.

After combing through what happened, the only more detailed information was -- the day before yesterday. Sister Sharna went from the Red Gate, commonly known as the Cow Pass, to the depths of nearly ten months. Finally came out, and then the next day, he had a big fight with the old drunkard.

This big fight. It's not the kind of battle that controlled the zhì within a certain range in the past, but a completely open, merciless death match, if it wasn't for the early discovery of the old man Farrah, who activated the magic array in time to get these two troublemakers out, it is estimated that the camp would have suffered heavy casualties.

Fortunately, there was no catastrophe.

To be honest, I just heard Akara talk about this. My heart was about to pop out of my throat, and if their battle really spread to the camp and caused a lot of sacrifices, Akara would never show mercy, and I didn't know what to do when I was caught between a few people.

But now is not the time to settle down, after a big battle. It didn't seem to have come to fruition, and Sister Sharna and the old drunkard parted ways, and so far no trace of the two of them had been found.

What happened to these two people, and why did they suddenly have to fight to such a point?

I frowned. Studied but cannot comprehend.

The relationship between Sister Sharna and the old drunkard, as the person who has the most contact with the two people, I am still very clear, although I call all day long, but they are all queen-style tsundere, Sister Sharna except for me, probably only regards the old drunkard as a relative, uh, the princess of Sanwu may be half a junior.

And the old drunkard is even more blatant with his actions, you see, compared to Sister Sharna, don't talk about me, even Carlos and Seattlek, her genuine disciples, feel like they are raised by their stepmothers, and the level of treatment is completely different.

How could such two people really fight? Could it be that the tsundere is too arrogant and plays with fire?

No, no, no, it's not a child anymore, it's unlikely.

Maybe it has something to do with Sister Sharna's going to the cow pass? She went to find the cow's tears, which were said to be able to restore her memory, and I don't know if she found it, but according to the current situation, seventy or eighty percent of them were found, which led to some terrible fuse.

It seems that only by finding one of these two people can the mystery be solved.

I thought about it and decided to go to the old drunkard first.

Her movement pattern and range of activities are still relatively easy to confirm, as for Sister Sharna, I can't contact her now, which means that she is no longer in the camp, but she also did not use the teleportation array, and it is unlikely that she will go to Lugoin on foot through the misty forest, and it should still be within the range of the Rogue Grassland. …,

It's just that the Rogue grassland is so big, but it's hard to find, so it's better to find the old drunkard first, figure things out, and maybe you'll know where she went.

Thinking all the way, I came to the training ground, looked around, and didn't see her figure, well, expected.

I also took a look when I passed by her nest just now, but I didn't see it, the more than 100 dirty bright red cloaks that were said to be ancestral treasures were still thrown there, piled up in a pile, and there was a thick smell of fermented sauerkraut that could be smelled from afar, this old woman was almost lazy, no wonder no man dared to ask for it until now.

It is estimated that it is also Brother B, don't look at the appearance of a cold and poisonous man, in fact, he may be a housekeeper who can do everything in laundry, cooking, farming, cleaning, sewing, repairing, and repairing, maybe he can look at the old drunkard.

Shaking my head, I searched for the old drunkard's other secret dens.

The secret den mentioned is actually just used to hide debts, and Akara probably knew about it for a long time, so I didn't hope to find her, and sure enough, I came back in a circle, and no miracle happened.

Where did it go? This bastard.

In the nearly ten years since I knew the old drunkard, I really haven't heard of her going anywhere other than the camp, to the wilderness...... Uh, with her urine nature, could it be that she ran to eat and drink with the Sinking Demon?

No way, no matter how down, it won't be like this.

Oh yes.

I suddenly thought of a place, and although it was extremely unlikely, I couldn't think of anything else.

Where bones are buried, uh-huh.

Remember what she told me when I first met the old drunkard? To be precise, what kind of assignment did she give me?

Let me go to the Bone Ground and kill the Blood Raven.

Not only me, but every rookie team, she will fool, until the last few years, the newcomers have almost recognized its bad nature, and the success rate of fooling is low. She stopped this senseless move.

This guy must have some deep hatred with the blood crow.

Thinking of this, I decided to hold on to a glimmer of hope. Go to the place where the bones are buried.

The Icy Plains Teleportation Array, two mages and guards guarding the teleportation array, are surrounding the bonfire. Resisting the icy weather.

Spring has arrived, but instead of getting warmer, the weather has become more and more bitterly cold in the icy plains, where snow is covered all year round.

"This damn weather, no one should want to come to practice." The mage rubbed his hands, and shivered as the cold wind blew in from the valley.

"The blizzard just stopped yesterday. The camp has been notified, but it is estimated that no adventurers will come in the next few days, and it is possible to go back. Another soldier said.

"The guard mission is still over in a few days, and next time I'd rather go to the teleportation station on the second floor of the tomb, although it's a little weird, at least it won't be that cold."

"Come on. The last time I was on guard on the first floor of the prison, you said that I would rather go to the cold field and freeze than sit in this eerie ghost cell. The soldier laughed.

"Last time was last time, this time is this time. A cell is a cell, and a tomb is a tomb. The mage muttered, much quieter.

At this moment, a burst of white light fluctuated in the teleportation array, and a figure quickly jumped out of it, and before he could see it clearly, he had already rushed away.

"Who is still coming to the Cold Plains at this time?"

"I'm really in a hurry, there is only one person, a master of the alliance, is there any task in a hurry?"

The two looked at the distant figure and muttered to themselves.

But the words of the two had just fallen, and the figure was killed again.

"Excuse me, but in which direction is the burial place?" Stopping in front of the two of them, a cloaked figure asked.

"It turned out to be Elder Fan."

The mage and the soldier stood up in awe after seeing their faces clearly.

As one of the Rogge soldiers, how could they not know the big man in front of them, not to mention that he once replaced a certain irresponsible drunkard elder, and has been managing the soldiers of the entire camp intermittently, until recently he was completely taken over by Lord Karina, just the cloaked man, the dead sister control, the harem elder, the continental twin stars and other big names, it is already thunderous, and it is impossible to ignore it. …,

"Are you going to the place where bones are buried? Right in that direction. The soldier pointed in one direction and replied first.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Excuse me, in which direction is the place where the bones are buried?"

"Elder, it's in that direction, just go straight in this direction." The soldier thought he hadn't heard clearly, so he repeated it.

There was another moment of silence.

"Excuse me, in which direction is the place where the bones are buried?"

"Is it over there......" The soldier scratched his head, why didn't Elder Fan hear clearly, didn't he say that the druid's ears were quite sensitive?

"Excuse me, in which direction is the place where the bones are buried?" The other party seems to have turned into a repeater, repeating the lines just now.

"Elders, yes...... It's over there. Strangely asked over and over again, the soldier knelt down for the other party and cried.

"Stupid." The mage cursed in a low voice, pulled the soldier's shoulders back from behind, and stepped forward with a smile on his face.

"Elder Fan, why don't you let me take you there myself."

"Really? It won't disturb your mission. Finally, the repeater on the opposite side has a new line.

"We're here to help."

"Which squad are you on? Thank you so much, now, let's go right away. ”

As he spoke, the other party was already carrying a chicken and took the mage away.

"Why did I forget about jì......"

After seeing the two leave, the soldier suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead with remorse.

Elder Fan is a super road idiot.

……

Under the guidance of the mage, the conspicuous shape of the burial place soon appeared in the sight.

"That's all there is to it, thank you very much."

"Where, it's my pleasure."

"Will you be able to go back alone?"

"Of course, the weather and monsters in the Icy Plains are not too difficult for me." The mage smiled confidently.

"If there's anything else you need help with, just ask."

"No, no, you can go back first. Trouble. ”

"Okay, I wish you a qiēshun lì ......"

Seeing the mage leave, I turned around. Look at the place where the bones are buried.

I wish the old drunkard was here, or else, if not...... It's going to waste another of my scrolls back to the city.

A place where resentment haunts bones. Even the blizzard bypassed here, reluctant to enter, stepping on the damp and fluffy, faintly emitting a smell of corpses, into the inside, and finally, in the middle of the cemetery where the bones were buried, found a familiar burgundy back.

I really fooled myself around. Got it right.

I breathed a sigh of relief and strode up.

Sitting on the top of a ruined stone tomb three or four meters high with his back to me, this guy was very bored to pick up the rubble, pinched the mud balls, and smashed them one by one on the poor little skeleton zombies below, every mud ball and stone particle. She can hit the skeletons and zombies that are about to pounce on her with incredible accuracy, smashing them off balance and dropping them in mid-air to eat.

The owner of the Bone Land, the Blood Crow, is nowhere to be seen, and it seems that it has been killed. Otherwise, the old drunkard wouldn't be able to smash the little monster on it so leisurely.

"How old are you, you're still playing with mud, if you don't change this bad taste, I'm afraid even Carlos and Seattleck will avoid you."

I threw a firestorm to give the toyed skeletons and zombies a rest.

"You're a kid?" The old drunkard turned his face with dark circles around his eyes, looking unhappy, as if to say, you can find me hiding here, the wolf's nose really works.

"What, you received an order from Akara to press me back and dispose of it? In that case, the stinky girl has to be counted as a share, can you give it up? ”

"Don't worry, if that happens, I will not hesitate to fabricate the facts and put all the charges against Sister Sharna's head on your head."

"That's right, you should have guessed you'd do it, what a reassuring student." The old drunkard laughed, subconsciously shook the wine jug in his hand, put it in his mouth and took a sip. …,

However, the flask held high did not drip a drop of liquid.

I shook my head, took out a jar of elven fruit wine, and tossed it over.

"Ha~~~"

After taking the wine jar and weighing it a few times in his hand, the old drunkard couldn't wait to open it, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, he directly raised the wine jar and poured it in a big gulp, letting the pale green wine night spill from both sides of his mouth, wetting the clothes and armor on his body.

That's a ...... It's so downset.

Although the usual old drunkard is enough to be down, but now she is even better, it seems that she lost her father at a young age, lost her son in middle age, and widowed in her later years are not as miserable as her.

After a third of the drink, she choked and put down the jar.

"You kid, you shouldn't have come to deliver wine?" She glanced at me, boredly playing with the stones in her hands, shaking her legs, her pupils unfocused at the sky.

A beautiful oil painting of a girl's melancholy, provided that the old drunkard can be a hundred years younger.

"Why did I come to you, don't you know best in your own heart?"

I rolled my eyes, kicked my legs, and went to the top of the mausoleum, where I sat down cross-legged next to the old drunkard...... Uh, this guy is drunk and doesn't take a shower, it stinks, so you have to sit farther away.

"Akara is smart enough to let you come." With a sneer, the old drunkard shook his head and suddenly asked.

"Boy, tell me, am I a bad character, a cowardly, good-for-nothing guy?"

I was stunned at the time, as if there were countless thunderbolts flashing in my mind, and I stayed for a long time before I muttered.

"Old drunkard, you ...... You can't have been in a daze for so many years before you realize what a depraved person you are. ”

"Tsk, although it is the expected answer, you little devil is really unpleasant."

"However, I want to praise you, cowardice can be removed, after all, you can owe the entire camp of bars, you have to be charged by the boss every day, and people who still do their own thing under the nose of Akara can definitely not be cowardly, it is more correct to say that you are bold." I really complimented it, but of course, I don't care if it sounds like a compliment to others or not.

"Really?"

I thought that the old drunkard would be furious and give me a hard lesson as before, but I didn't expect this sentence to touch her I don't know which button, so she laughed bitterly, and then laughed.

Although it is very vulgar, this laughter is really a bit bleak to hear.

"I didn't expect that the wanton behavior over the years has erased the cowardice and cowardice, which is really an unexpected gain."

Touching his chin, the old drunkard smiled proudly, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

This guy ...... Are you finally going to touch that black history?

About the splendor of the burgundy devil.

Why do old drunkards feel ...... Was he cowardly before? What's going on?

I sat upright, determined to find out the dark history of the old drunkard this time.

"Looks like I'm going to have to tell you the truth this time." Seeing my serious statement, the old drunkard turned his head with a hint of banter in his voice.

"If you know, don't talk nonsense, who asked you to involve Sister Sharna, I don't care what you do, but when it comes to Sister Sharna, I can't let it go anymore." I responded with a bold reason.

"That stinky girl...... Hum! When he said that Sister Sharna, the old drunkard's eyes flashed with a complicated look...... To be continued) RQ