Wren and his family crossed the upper reaches of the Teoul River from the port of Bomdila and entered the region of La Casia.

And as they went deeper, they felt more and more that something was not quite right.

Before Lacazia was prosperous, if not the richest, at least the orderly world.

However, when Wren went deeper into the Lacathia region, he was surprised to find that trade and commerce had become much scarcer, and that many places had become deserted villages.

They passed through a small village, and they didn't even find a single person, and the houses in the village seemed to have been burned and in ruins, as if they had been baptized by war.

"Is there a war here too?" Wren frowned, thinking with some concern.

"Wren, look." Ji Ran suddenly shouted nervously, she stretched out her hand and pointed to a black ground that existed outside, with a cloud of black-gray powder.

The two walked over together, and Wren crouched down, reached out and grabbed a handful of powder, sniffing it in front of his nose, but couldn't help frowning.

It turned out that the black-gray powder turned out to be human ashes, perhaps because the fire was not strong enough, and the bones were not completely burned, so there was black powder left.

There are so many powders, I'm afraid there are hundreds if not thousands.

Is it true that all the people in the village are dead?

Thinking of this, Wren really couldn't imagine what kind of person would be so cruel as to kill all the villagers and burn their corpses.

"What's wrong? What is it? Ji Ran looked at Wren's expression that suddenly changed color, and seemed to have some bad premonitions.

"It's okay, there's no one here, we need to get out of here." Wren told Ji Ran that he didn't dare to tell Ji Ran the truth, for fear of frightening her.

"It's so late, where are we going?" Irena asked.

"Let's go to the woods." Wren said to Ji Ran and Irina.

Although you may still encounter wild beasts in the woods, it is much better than spending the night in a gloomy village.

After the village is washed in blood, there will definitely be many unjust souls, and living in this kind of place is probably far more dangerous than being in the forest.

Ji Ran and Irena followed Ren to the forest, set up a tent, and after eating something briefly, Ren urged Ji Ran and Irena to rest.

In the evening, it rained and the temperature dropped very low.

Wren hugged Ji Ran tightly, gave her a little warmth, and draped his clothes over Arena's body.

The next day, the sky cleared.

The air smelled of rain and earth, with a hint of earthiness, but it wasn't unpleasant.

Wren walked out of the tent and saw a sudden scream not far away.

Wren followed the sound and saw that a man seemed to have tripped over something, and fell heavily to the ground, and not far behind the man, a large wild boar with hundreds of pounds was rushing towards him frantically.

The fangs of wild boars are extremely sharp, like sharp daggers, which can easily penetrate the flesh and skin of people and reach the internal organs.

The hunters who live in the jungle have a saying called one pig, two bears and three tigers, which means that in the forest, the most dangerous animal is the wild boar, the next is the bear, and the third is the tiger.

Of course, this is not to say that wild boars are more powerful than tigers, but, because wild boars have small brain capacity and irritable temperament, when they are threatened or disturbed, they will attack wildly, and the destructive power of wild boars is extremely powerful, even when fighting against hunters' hounds, it is very dangerous, and many hunters' hounds are arched to death by wild boars.

As long as the wild boar arches the hound fiercely with its fangs, the hound will be disemboweled, and in the same way, if the human horse is frightened by the wild boar, the person on the horseback may be overturned to the ground, at this time, the wild boar rushes over again, and uses its thick and sharp fangs to open your head or stomach, no matter how strong the person, it is estimated that he will die on the spot.

Therefore, wild boars are the most troublesome and dangerous beasts in the forest.

Wren saw the boar rushing towards the man, and knew that the man was unlucky, and if he didn't help, he was afraid that the man would die.

Wren didn't think much about it, picked up the iron sword in his hand, and threw it in the direction of the wild boar.

The iron sword rolled in the air, whistling towards the boar, and after a while, only to hear "Poof! ~".

Immediately afterwards, there was a scream of a wild boar in the mountain forest, and the iron sword was impartially inserted into the boar's head, and the wild boar screamed, rolled and fell to the ground, and after struggling for a while, it lost its breath.

The man finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the boar was dead, and he struggled to get up and nodded in the direction of Wren, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Who are you? How can you be alone here? Wren walked over, pulled the iron sword out of the boar's head, looked at the man and asked.

"I'm Ema Linko, a hunter in the mountains, because I ran out of arrows, I was cornered by a wild boar, but I'm glad I met you, I'm so grateful." Orion said gratefully to Wren.

"It's a gesture, don't be so polite." Wren said with a smile.

"By the way, you just said you ran out of arrows? How could a hunter be without arrows? Wren asked curiously.

Although the bow and arrow are the main weapon of the hunter, the arrows will never be used up, right?

Many of the hunter's arrows can be used repeatedly, and the hunter's arrows are usually barbed, and the arrows will have bleeding grooves on them, which will make it easy to bleed the prey and at the same time to pull the arrow out of the prey's body.

Generally, after shooting a prey, the hunter only needs to pull the arrow out of the prey's body, wipe it clean, and then put it back into the quiver, which can be reused many times, as long as the arrow is not damaged, it is basically reused.

"Aren't you from Lacazia? You don't know everything that's going on here? Emma Lynco asked as she looked at Wren strangely.

"I... Well, yes, I'm from the East. Wren thought for a moment and said.

Emmarinko looked at Wren carefully, and saw that his accent was a bit of a Ligurian accent, so she didn't suspect it.

"There was a war here, the Tungu rebelled, and now most of Lakassia has fallen into the hands of the Tungu people, and even we are almost finished here, three days ago, a forward unit of the Tungu people came to our village, and asked all our villages to surrender, to shave their hair and change their clothes, otherwise, they will kill us all, it was supposed to be a week period, and then it was shortened to three days, as a result, the next night, they began to kill, many villagers were killed, I have no choice, Shot their men and then hid in the mountains. Emma Linko recalled what happened these days and said helplessly.

(End of chapter)