As Nasin described the scene, the two men stopped on the side of the road, and several heavy caravans pulled by tall horses walked along the avenue at the edge of the woods, the ruts making deep marks in the soft dust.

In fact, because the wagons of the scavengers were often filled with coffins when they went to Tomro, it was called the 'Black Road' or 'Way of the Dead'. They scavengers or vultures are regulars on this road, but those who spit on their work and envy the jingling nuggets in their pockets do not see how many tears have fallen on the road.

It is said that these tears fell in the dust on the road, which is why the road will always look so dark and dreary, as if it always after the rain.

At this moment, the convoy was on its way back, and the goods on the car were Tomro's specialty dark crystal, which the lord of Rosalin imposed heavy taxes on, but was able to make money with a staggering amount of profits.

“…… This may be the last few cars of Black Crystals in Rosalin, which will always give us a satisfactory price. Nasin thought silently as he stared at his convoy. He took such a big risk, as the last scavenger to leave Rosalin and embark on this black road, what he did was nothing more than to make money, and with excess risks, there would be excess profits.

He is not a qualified businessman, but he is definitely a bold and careful speculator with a keen sense of smell.

It's just that the trip didn't go well.

That's what they were in trouble with when they were in the Chusanze River.

As if the journey had been a sign of some kind of uneasiness from the outset, the convoy lost a horse while passing the Chusanze River, and a wagon of goods had been lost under the untimely floodwaters that flowed upstream. He saw the coffins whirling in the turbulence and sinking into the whirlpool, and he swore in his heart that he had never seen such a menacing flood, and that the Chusangze River had never been a grumpy river, even during the flood season at the turn of spring and summer.

Not to mention in late autumn.

Then they were attacked by strange monsters. Although he narrowly escaped with his life, but two guards died, and the pension would be a large sum of money, although Nasin was a scavenger, no scavenger dared to rely on this money, and someone had done it before. It wasn't long before the body of the old vulture was dumped outside the walls of Rozarin.

After listening to his description, the middle-aged man did not answer.

He sat on his horse and glanced in the direction of the north, the night was deepening, and the whole eastern sky was faintly revealing a faint layer of blue-purple, and the silver moon was emerging from the col in that direction, and silver stars floated on the clouds, like shining diamonds scattered in the mud and dust at the bottom of the river.

"Speaking of which, it can be regarded as the blessing of the goddess, since the young man who rescued him met Mr. Liu, the second half of the journey has been calm and calm. You must be the messengers sent by the Goddess to guide you. ”

After Na Xin recalled, he couldn't help but compliment.

Outlaws are always superstitious about luck, and the impermanence of life and death seems to them to be very common, but subconsciously they are often willing to find some spiritual support. Elaine, a blind maiden who reveals the fate of mortals on the shores of the Abyssal Lake, is naturally the best illustration of this fateful impermanence, so in Rosalyn, the goddess's faith has always been promising.

Nasin was no exception, and as he spoke, his eyes surveyed over the mist-shrouded mound in the distance. He was relieved that there were no imaginary monsters in sight.

……

Sure enough, the convoy arrived at the Qiusanze River at 10 o'clock in the evening.

The river is the natural border between Rosalin and the border. This meandering belt of light that flows in the Rosalin-Grey Fields stretches from the plateau of the hill to the other side of the strait, and has been dependent on the river since the time of the ancestors.

But it had not been seen for twenty or thirty years that hunters had crossed the Chusanze River and walked the trails in the Grey Forest, and the river had taken on a new meaning since the strange began to flood.

- Ever since it was discovered that the monster almost never crossed the Chusanze River to attack Rosalin behind it.

But even so. Since the second Starfall, the Monsters' attacks have become more and more aggressive, and humans have had to start thinking about retreat in advance. The lords of Rosalin had already established a new city on the other side of the strait, and the Wall of Sighs would have to be abandoned if necessary.

The wide surface of the river is particularly calm in the faint light. The sparkling stars were reflected on the surface of the river, as if the flood before the moon was a non-existent thing.

Looking through the river, I saw that on the other side of the river, the sparse manors and fields on the other side of the forest had long since withered, and the inhabitants here had retreated to the hilly forest, and militia knights had been formed to patrol on the other side of the river.

It's just that the knights should have closed the team a long time ago at this time.

There were many shoals in the lower reaches of the Chusanze River to cross, but Nashin looked at the sky and knew that it was impossible to make it that night, not to mention that the distress on the river beach last time had alerted them, so the people said that they were not willing to cross the river in this visibility.

The camp was quickly entrenched.

The caravans that walked on such a dangerous route were naturally not harmless merchants, the carriages had long been reinforced, and several leather shields were nailed to the walls of the caravans, and as long as the curtains were drawn, a barrier could be formed at any time to rely on the carriages to fight.

Almost everyone in the convoy was armed and had their own skills, not only to protect against strange attacks, but also to have more Butchers of the Black Road along the trade route.

Sometimes it's the same kind that is more dangerous than the weird.

When traveling in the wilderness, the scavengers mostly kept it the habit of never drinking alcohol, and the fact that these outlaws were sometimes more religious than the Puritan ascetics, and that only the sword could be trusted in the wilderness had always been their motto.

After the carriage was in a circle, the campfire dragged the long shadows of the sentries around him, and Nashin was not on duty that night, but he still did not sleep for a long time.

Several times he got up uncomfortably to look at the Qiusangze River outside, the dark surface of the river seemed to be empty, but the hunch in his heart lingered, he had been running on this road for decades, and he had never encountered such a situation.

The last time he got up to make his rounds, it was late at night, and he checked every node around the carriage before returning to his tent. However, the corner of the eye caught a glimpse of the middle-aged man he called Mr. Liu, holding his saber and standing guard outside a carriage.

He glanced over there, and was used to such situations.

There was an oil lamp hanging alone in the carriage.

In the carriage, Huang Huo was looking at the person lying in the carriage with some seriousness, although at her age, it was difficult to talk about what she thought about the opposite sex, but she could at least see that this young man was very pleasing to the eye.

He was a different person than they were.

She was born in Jiufeng, and she had only seen ordinary Jiufeng people in her life, although there may be some merchants from St. Osor and Eruin in these places in Yugang, but the elders never let them go to those places, in fact, except for the forbidden land of Jiufeng, this is the first time she has left her hometown to come so far away.

But for the understanding of the outside, she started from a very young age, and the sisters of the Jiufeng family would always talk about the excitement of the outside world after returning from the experience.

This once made her a little yearning, but she didn't expect to come out to experience it in person, but she found that this journey was not as beautiful as she imagined.

It's even a little boring.

In comparison, it seems that it is better to practice penance in the forbidden land. The practice of Yufeng pays attention to self-cultivation and heart cultivation, her desert wind sword technique has not yet been introduced, and the memory of penance seems to be rooted in the bottom of her heart, and her sisters always say that she is a little too boring, but she herself does not think there is anything bad about it.

One day one of her and Sister Huangyu always has to inherit the destiny of Master Yufeng, and since Sister Huangyu went to the West and has not been heard from since, she has to take on this responsibility alone, and she has been working hard for this purpose since she was a child.

But anyway, she is only ten years old this year, and she is still just a little girl. Maybe the character may be a little calm, but there is always some curiosity and kindness in the heart.

When the leader of the convoy picked up the young man, it was she who asked Mr. Liu to take care of him, and I don't know if it was because she felt pitiful that the young man was in a coma alone, or because she was curious about the other party's origins.

However, the men in the convoy did not take care of people at all, and they even picked up the young man without letting him wet or eat for a day or two, and she suspected that the leader of the convoy had simply picked up the young man because of his obedience to Elaine's teachings.

For the teachings of the Blind Goddess only require her followers to help everyone they encounter, and there is no description of what will happen after the help.

She looked at the young man with a frown, her mind guessing where the other came from - she knew the places beyond the Nine Phoenixes, but the descriptions of Eruin and St. Ossol were in fact mostly just legends.

The men in the convoy didn't care for anyone at all, and they had picked up the young man without letting him water or eat for a day or two, and she suspected that the leader of the convoy had picked up the young man simply because of obedience to Elaine's teachings.

For the teachings of the Blind Goddess only require her followers to help everyone they encounter, and there is no description of what will happen after the help.

She looked at the young man with a frown, her mind guessing where the other came from - she knew the places beyond the Nine Phoenixes, but the descriptions of Eruin and St. Ossol were in fact mostly just legends. (To be continued......)