The Rainbow Wilderness, a realm rarely visited by outsiders.

The local land can be summed up in just one word---- dry.

Unlike the four seasons in a year, the Rainbow Wilderness, located in the southwestern part of the Eastern Continent, has only two seasons a year, the rainy season or the dry season.

Only a small number of aborigines remain, like the local withered grass, have a rough attitude, tenacity, and even teeth and claws. Most of their ancestors were sinful people who were exiled here.

Anything like etiquette, righteousness, honesty and basic principles, in the end, is not as good as a hot roasted sweet potato, at least roasted sweet potatoes can keep people alive, it's that simple.

The Crimson Inn, the outermost part of the Rainbow Wilderness, is the place where all sinners can take their last look back at the port of Ostra, their hometown. A new guest came today. It's just not the identity of an exile.

The black armor was draped, and the half of the short staff that shone with golden luster was obliquely exposed, and the black hair was exposed, and from the outside, only a pair of purple-red eyes remained.

Black Armor declined the liquor brought by the innkeeper and poured a few sips of fresh water into the water bladder. A few drops of water flowed from the dusty cheeks, and when they barely reached the jaw, they were already covered with yellow dust, and the black-armored man wiped his face with his hands and grinned.

This water bladder is made of the fur of water-repellent pigs, and even after nitration, there is still a lot of fishy smell, at least at this time, Heijia still misses a glass of light beer.

The barley beer in the port of Ostra is cheap and expensive, according to the mixed water and the degree of the boss's black heart, the cheapest is probably one two cups of copper, at that time, Brother Tiger has not been as uncertain as now, Qibao is still just a small leader of the chaebol e-sports forces, and has never joined the rampaging clan, and when the three of them are so poor that they can't even afford a copper, they will go to the Rising Sun Village outside the port to dig stone iron ore, and digging a car is equal to half a cup of beer.

Once, they received a large order with Brother Tiger and escorted a truckload of goods to the Falcon Plateau. Travel all the way for two days and three nights, fortunately there is no danger, when you come back, boiled peanuts, the cheapest fried snails in a pot, barley beer less mixed with water, full, drink!

It may be the reaction of suddenly pouring a large amount of alcohol after not having alcohol for a long time, Brother Tiger almost vomited, and it took a day to recover. At that time, I asked him why he didn't throw it up.

"How can you give up this, two copper barley wine without water, who is willing to spit ......" Brother Tiger lying on the broken sack muttered to himself with his crooked tongue, the adventurer's so-called home is actually a corner on the corner of the street without a garbage can, spread two layers of dry rice stalks, add a sack on top, and finish the job......

"Guest, the first glass of this drink in our store is free, if you feel good, come again......" The innkeeper smiled flatteringly, looking like a master who would do business, and knew how to induce consumption.

"No," Hei Jia faintly refused.

"That peanut melon seeds light beer...... "The boss is a little anxious, after all, if it is all this kind of unstoppable goods, what does the post station rely on for a living?

Without saying a word, Hei Jia took out the shield attached to the armor, held the shield horizontally, and the tip of the shield was aimed at the boss's neck and knocked on the "bang" sound.

The thin old man with the mouse beard was knocked to the ground, and he only felt that his stomach was like a sea of vomits, and he didn't know why.

With one foot on his back, the voice coming from above his head was still calm, and he couldn't hear the waves: "The smell of the medicine you put in the wine is too great, and it was when I escorted the prisoner here ten years ago. The owner of this inn is not you, is it you who did a business without capital after you killed people and occupied the land? ”

The thin old man, who looked harmless to humans and animals, only felt a huge shock in his heart, as if he had punched his head head-on.

"Adults spare their lives, spare their lives......" The thin old man knelt on the ground and buckled his head despite the bleeding from his nose.

A moment later, Hei Jia left the burning inn, and the old man's body was discarded in it at will, and it seemed that after ten years of accumulation, he still didn't get much oil and water.

Heijia licked his lips, only to feel unfinished.

At the same time, at the mission release office of the port of Ostra, there was an extra young man with a scruffy beard and greasy black hair

Simply tied up with a straw rope, his eyes were dull, his clothes were tattered, and he looked like he had just been robbed.

"Where's the black armor?" He asked the guard directly outside the door.

"Just kidding, my lord, you can see it if you want to......" The half-length cigarette in the mouth of the guard who was smoking leisurely fell to the ground, he rubbed his eyes, as if he was scared silly: "Grandmaster gun, grandmaster knife ......"

"My lord......" He knelt on the ground, and in a blink of an eye, he changed his flattering appearance: "I...... No, the villain doesn't know where to go...... Where, you, no, are you looking for him? ”

The young man looked a little disappointed, and dropped a sentence, "When he comes back, he will give him a word, and he will say that I am back." ”

"What's your name?" Guarding the belly.

At this time, Black Armor naturally didn't know what was happening in Ostra, and after taking a horse from the back of the inn, he raised his hand and rode towards the Rainbow Wilderness.

In addition to native plants such as cacti, thorn balls, large thistles, and sand rolling on the road, you can occasionally see low villages, made of dirt as bricks, and Black Armor is a little puzzled by what this thing relies on during the rainy season.

Approaching a large boundary in a short time, the gray canvas support fluttering in the wind, the simple pattern of a horse's head.

A low and unusually sturdy building, with stone as the bone and wooden blocks and tiles as the roof, so short that the tall beast spirit of the black armor can only crouch in, like the "nomadic bag" of the Falcon Plateau, but perhaps it is more appropriate to call it "watchhouse", where cotton is not produced, and the cloth is a rare object, so it can only be stacked with ugly and rough rocks, which seems so aesthetically devoid that it cannot be called a "building", but in the dry season when the wind and sand are raging, this is the only thing that the aborigines can trust.

The watchhouse is just like the people here, rough and tough, and in order to survive, it does not hesitate to turn itself into a beast with teeth and claws.

There were a few more obscene and thin figures around the black armor, as if they were hesitant.

Well, the Lord is coming.

The brown dwarf mare snorted uneasily, dangerous.

Half from the complex in front of her, half from the rider on her back.

In the black armor, under the strong human form, there seems to be a more terrifying desolate beast ready to move, waiting for the opportunity to choose people to devour.

"You are not a sinner" The hoarse voice came from the gray and blue robe in front of the black armor, and the voice should be around fifty years old, an age that is at the peak of wisdom and experience, but is not drooping or even incompetent.

"I'm here to liberate you," Black Armor said lightly, temporarily tucking his shield staff inside his armor.

More and more tattered robes gathered. It's like it's lying in ambush.