The baron waved his hand and motioned for Manas to be calm: "Follow me!" He walked up to the bandaged temporary worker: "Aldeck? You're a local, right? Why help a foreigner dig the grave of his ancestors? ”

Aldeck's eyes widened in horror: "Mr. Hao is not a foreigner. He said he was from the south, and he said that the tomb was most likely the grave of his ancestors! ”

The baron took out a purple-shirted wooden longbow: "Look at it, this weapon is made of wood that is a specialty of the Holy Alliance—it's thousands of miles away from here, all the way to the west. ”

"Then these tombs are not my ancestors! I know exactly where my ancestors are buried! "Aldeck is fairly clear-headed.

"So, how many years do you think these things, these things buried in the graves, are like?"

"Mr. Hao said, it's been at least two thousand years!"

At this point, Hao Siwen did not deceive his temporary workers. The baron said, "In other words, these dead have been sleeping here for a thousand years. How long have you and your people, your ancestors, been here? ”

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Aldeck replied with difficulty: "Our ancestors have lived here for generations......"

"The dead don't lie. So, either these dead are your ancestors, or you, you and your people, are the descendants, the descendants who have taken possession of this land—what right do you have to disturb these ancestors who have been living in the desert? ”

Aldeck's voice was low: "But they are heretics! ”

"You are!" The baron rebuked: "Excavating and destroying the graves of ancestors and scattering their bones is a wolf act that is not allowed by any faith!" ”

Aldeck couldn't argue, covered his face and began to sob.

Baron: "My men have saved you." So, I'm not going to kill you. But if I find out again that you dare to participate in this act of digging graves and stealing treasures, I will burn you to death with heavenly fire! Go ahead and tell everyone you know - if anyone dares to dig up the tombs of the ancestors here, I will kill one if I see one! ”

Aldeck handed a piece of paper in both hands: "This is Hao ...... This is the amulet that the grave robber kept for me. If you are willing to spare me, I will surely convey your orders. ”

The stumbling figure disappeared into the darkness. The bonfire covered everyone's faces, and the atmosphere was a bit dreary. Manas sat beside the teacher with his head down, still thinking about the teacher's words: those who do evil are not necessarily bad people. But when you do evil, you must be punished.

Kill Ju Ruichao and overthrow Hao Siwen, then Stein's appearance is inevitable. These three people are known to the whole world as the three major thieves of treasure theft in the Western Regions, and the system will not favor one over the other, and only send two. Killing Ju Ruichao is someone to help. To overthrow Hao Siwen is to rely on the weather. You can't think of any other way to clear Stein, a boss that is bound to be even more powerful, without damage. In addition, it is also a mystery how these 'exotic' NPCs broke through the server restrictions to the Western Regions.

Feng Wu Jiutian took out a bag of mare's milk wine: "If you can't figure it out, put it down first." This is the place where the Han garrison guarded the Western Regions, and I don't know how many bones of loyal souls were buried. Boss, should we pay a tribute? ”

Boss Twilight: "Yes!" With this dilapidated old city as a monument and the sound of the wind as the harmony, we will sing a song "Heaven and Earth Martial Soul" to pay tribute to these ancestors who buried their bones in other places and supported the rivers and mountains! ”

The song through the deserted castle, through the boundless night, and the distant howl of wolves, seemed to be the only echo.

Pouring the wine in his hand on the sand, Shengman sighed: "It would be nice if the Fourteen Prefectures were also here." Use her pipa to accompany a song, so as to perfectly reflect the ruins of this sad old city. ”

"Shhhh......h ”

The singing voice is faint, like crying, and it is clearly a female voice:

You guys

A traveler trekking through the wilderness

Pour the goat's milk into a wooden bowl

Place the jerky on the sand

Travelers praying to the grave

You guys

What are you pleading?

//

You guys

Travelers dancing by a campfire

Beat the leather drum

Break the traveler in the silent night with song

You guys

What are you looking for?

//

The ancestors who slept under the yellow sand

Never Left:

Go back, the future is uncertain

Except for death

There is no other end in the world

//

I'm wandering in the night wind

Never give up:

Or forward, iron-blooded

Don't fight

And that road

Can you go to a glorious victory?

"Can you hear it's coming from that direction?" Twilight asks a question.

"Southside."

"Northside."

"West."

The last person in the "East ......" only said one word and realized that it was wrong.

Feng Wu Jiutian said: "Don't guess. Think of Kim Lude, the one who can do this is at least a legend. Maybe it's a deity. Perhaps, this is the one who helped us kill Ju Ruichao! ”

There was a dull sound of footsteps outside the broken gates, and everyone grabbed their weapons, only to see Aldeck stumbling in. This elite monster only had forty-five levels left, and knelt down in front of everyone: "It's the goddess of Loulan!" It must be her...... She's going to kill me. Take me in! ”

It's rare for someone to understand the situation. Seven Swords relaxed slightly. Twilight Boss pointed at the campfire with the Heartburner: "Sit down and roast the fire." Sanqi, give him a bowl of Kemozi. ”

A bowl of mare's milk wine was in his stomach, and Aldeck was shocked for a while: "According to legend, there is a woman who has survived for thousands of years in this desert, and she is the ancestor of the local people. She will keep passing travelers safe. But if anyone tried to blaspheme her, she would blow a strong wind and dust and bury those with bad intentions in the middle of the desert. ”

"Humph! There is such a legend, and you dare to help outsiders come in and dig up the graves of your predecessors? ”

Aldeck's face turned pale: "I thought we knew the path and knew how to protect ourselves in the desert. Let's talk ...... again."

"Besides, the good gentleman has paid you enough wages!"

"Yes. I always have to earn money to support my family! ”

"Do you know how high the price for which Mr. Good smuggled these things thousands of miles away? That's enough for your entire tribe for decades! ”

Ordeka stammered: "It's all rotten wood, broken linen and pieces of paper, can it be sold for such a price?" ”

Baron: "Some of these things can prove to whom these thousands of miles of vast desert belonged hundreds of thousands of years ago. How much do you think these things will be worth? ”

If NPCs also have an 'illiterate' setting, Aldeck must be. But illiterate people are not stupid: "I know a Bayi, a relative of Gabon Khan. It is said that he owns hundreds of acres of fertile land in an oasis. Isn't it that if I can find this kind of thing, this ...... This land within a radius of thousands of miles is all mine? ”

Well, illiteracy in some places is not much better than a fool. Twilight Old Boulevard: "Just to prove who once owned the land!" ”

"That's priceless, too. This hateful good gentleman, stealing such a precious thing, actually gave us only a few silver coins! It's not a thing! ”

The baron said in his heart, you are just afraid of the lack of money, and you are not a good thing either! Throw him a gold coin: "Don't worry about that money. Tell us the story of the goddess Loulan. ”

The goddess Loulan sleeps in a boat-shaped coffin painted with various patterns. Unlike the other dried corpses often found here, she is resurrected. The locals revere the goddess. It is said that if anyone can meet this goddess when entering the desert, they only need to bury her again in yellow sand, and they will be blessed with good luck for a lifetime; If you dare to desecrate or covet the wealth she was buried, you will surely suffer the fate of being buried in the sand.

"The elders say that the goddess's boat-shaped coffin is carved from a single piece of poplar and has been weathered for at least thousands of years. But the goddess's body still looks like she died yesterday. She is the patron saint of the land and of all the herders here. Even the horse bandits here have a tradition of having to bury the remains of the goddess, and they say that as long as this is done, they have a chance to be human again. ”

It seems that Aldeck knew very little about the goddess Loulan.

The baron asked him again, "Do you know the cause of the Black Storm here?" ”

Aldeck has experienced this terrible celestial phenomenon more than once: "The black storm is the goddess who is angry." It is said that black storms always occur once or twice every few years. It's just that in the last decade or so, perhaps less than a decade, black storms have occurred more and more often. Some say that there is an evil necromancer who is following in the footsteps of the goddess and trying to pull her into the trap of death. The goddess uses the Black Storm to get rid of these evil spirits. ”

The old driver and Ajibayi seem to be better at dealing with these herdsman NPCs. The two sat down on either side of Aldeck and reached out to shake Aldeck's hand in turn. Agibayi: "Jax. Are these local legends? ”

Aldeck: "Jax. Yes. But Black Storm was something I experienced once. Hiding at home and experiencing a sandstorm is nothing. You can't figure out what it takes to survive a dark wind in the wild! Those who are not prepared can be said to die! ”

His way to deal with the black storm was to find a nearby leeward high ground: "It can't be a depression, hide in it, it will be buried by quicksand!" It must be high ground, dig a small pit on the leeward side that can lie on people, put your face on the ground, and hold your head with both hands, which can not only protect your head from being broken by flying stones, but also avoid the danger of being covered by sand. Also make a sign to identify the direction before hiding. Otherwise, when the sand and dust pass, if it is still cloudy, you can't discern the direction and walk into a dead end, that is the real unlucky ghost. ”

The old driver looked at Ajibayi: "These are all skills that can save your life in the desert." Have you ever heard him talk about his adventures, this good sir? ”

"This guy is a cowhide tube too! He said that not only had he experienced the Black Storm, but he had also encountered the construction of the Tower of the Dead by a necromancer. I don't believe that people who have seen the undead build the Tower of the Dead can still survive! Do you think he's bragging? He also showed me a picture of it! ”

Twilight Boss pulls out Hao Sven's sketchpad and takes down the dozen or so drawings on it, flipping through them one by one, one of which catches his eye. Hand the picture to Aldeck: "Look at it, isn't it this one?" ”