June 8th. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xin Rui entered the game and immediately got the news that --- Twelve Alliances had captured Luoluo Village, a sub-station that dominated the world, and Xiong Batian did not divide his troops to rescue after returning to the main station.

After reading the news, Xin Rui was in a good mood and shared it with Shi Hu and the others, and then the team continued their own exploration journey.

Unexpectedly, on the way, he encountered a strange traveler resting on a mound of dirt, tattered clothes, simple equipment, and dirty hair, if it weren't for the map suggesting that this was a friendly unit, Xin Rui would probably directly see him as a humanoid monster.

As the saying goes, when things go wrong, there must be demons, so after Xin Rui confirmed that he was an NPC, he immediately came to talk to him: "Hello, respected traveler." ”

Hearing the voice, the traveler raised his head and found Xin Rui, a visitor, and looked up and down for a moment before slowly speaking: "Ao! It's a few children! How did you get here? This is not the place for you to play. ”

It's only been two months since he entered the game, and his level has just turned positive, so it's reasonable to be called a child, so Xin Rui didn't feel uncomfortable, and still smiled and accosted: "Hehe! The old man laughed, we are not playing, we are adventurers from Xuanwu City, come out to clean up these dark monsters, and we happened to pass by here. ”

"Oh? You're out to kill monsters? As he spoke, the traveler turned his head again, this time much more carefully than the last time, and said to himself after looking at it: "Also, this place is not close to the main city, and only adventurers can reach it safely." ”

"yes!" Xin Rui replied humbly.

"By the way, where are you going? Further on, there is a boundless desert of death. ”

"Death Desert?"

"Yes! It was a real no-go zone for humanity. ”

"A real no-go zone? Are the monsters inside dangerous? ”

"Nope! No! There are no powerful monsters in it! At most, it's just some rudimentary desert scorpions. ”

"So, how did it become a forbidden area?"

"That's because it's a cursed land, and the heat inside is so bad that no one can survive it! Even high-level swordsmen don't dare to stay in it for long. ”

Xin Rui basically understood when he heard it, but he still didn't give up, and then continued to ask: "Then, hasn't anyone ever gone in?" ”

"Not really! I went in when I was young, but it was supported by the family's holy medicine, and in this way, I only survived in it for seven days, but now the family's holy medicine has been consumed. ”

Exhausted? Since it has been proposed, there should be a chance, and as he spoke, Xin Rui continued to ask: "Then, can the holy medicine be made?" ”

"For so many years, I have always wanted to make it, but now there is a shortage of holy medicine masters, so I ......"

Holy Medicine Master?? Xin Rui immediately thought of the Yemu clan in his own clan, they are a special race of medicine, but I don't know if there are pharmacists who meet the conditions. But there is such a condition, of course, Xin Rui will make reasonable use of it, and there is no need to hide it from the NPC, so Xin Rui chose to speak directly: "Respected old man, have you heard of the Night Wood Clan?" ”

"Nightwood? What the? You mean the Nightwood Clan!? At first, he asked, but it seemed that he quickly remembered something, and his expression suddenly flickered with surprise, and he asked again uncertainly.

"Yes!" Xin Rui realized from the change in his tone that maybe he really knew, so he answered in the affirmative.

"Didn't they disappear? No one saw them again after the Holy War, and I thought that all their people had been killed. ”

"Nope! They just hide their identities and hide from the world. ”

"Oh! I see! The old man nodded in reply, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned to face Xin Rui eagerly: "Little brother, can you take me to them?" ”

"Of course!" Seeing that he had found the right way again by mistake, Xin Rui categorically would not refuse it, so he directly agreed to it affirmatively.

"I have been searching for their whereabouts all these years, but there has never been a clue, and I did not expect to see hope in my old and dying years. Yes...... Haha...... thank you to the god of flames, who didn't abandon us! The recovery of our clan land has been saved, hahaha............" Hearing Xin Rui's affirmation, the old man was overjoyed, and shouted directly on the spot, and his old face was full of tears at the end.

When the old man shouted, Xin Rui didn't bother, and it wasn't until he controlled his emotions a little that he stepped forward and interjected: "Respected old man, are you familiar with the Yemu Clan?" I know where they are refuge, but I can't guarantee that they have a holy medicine master. ”

Hearing Xin Rui's question, the old man hesitated, sighed and said slightly: "In the Falling Dust Continent, if there are definitely no more than 3 races qualified to have a Holy Medicine Master, and the Yemu Clan is one of them, in addition to the Medicine Clan and the Spirit Void Demon Clan. If even their race does not have the existence of the Holy Medicine Master, then everything is really providential......" Speaking of the last sentence, the old man seemed to have used the last trace of strength, and his tone was extremely lonely.

Xin Rui felt his loneliness and didn't want him to be silent, so he immediately answered: "Respected old man, I just assume that maybe the Yemu Clan will really have the Holy Medicine Master you need." ”

The old man did not speak.

Xin Rui didn't want to continue to dwell on this topic, so he changed the topic and asked: "By the way, I don't know what is in this Death Desert, so you are so persistent in entering it to explore." ”

"Hey......! This is the secret of my clan, and I can't tell you if you are old! ”

"Oh! That's it. Xin Rui didn't force it, and let go of this question very casually.

"However, if you can make a holy medicine, you can go and explore it inside. The Desert of Death, which has been neglected for thousands of years, may result in many unexpected gains. As if sensing Xin Rui's loss, the old man opened his mouth again and threw out a sentence.

Years? In this way, maybe it is really a natural treasure trove, and Xin Rui is overjoyed when he thinks of it.

"I don't know, when are we going to set off to find the Nightwood Clan?" When Xin Rui was still immersed in a beautiful fantasy, the old man suddenly opened his mouth to ask.

"Huh!?" Xin Rui snorted unconsciously.

"Excuse me, little brother! I also knew I was in a hurry. I wanted to complete my mission sooner, and I had been carrying this mission for too long. ”

Hearing the explanation, Xin Rui knew that he had been misunderstood, but he didn't explain, and after pondering it, it seemed that he was not in a hurry, and the harvest in the land of death also scratched his heart a little, so he quickly made a decision: "Respected old man, I can arrange for someone to send you over immediately." ”

"Okay, thank you!" The old man thanked him, and then added: "Also, my name is Siqilok Evtachino & Align, and I am the Flame Messenger of the Yan tribe, you can call me Align Messenger." ”

"Yes, Align Emissary." Xin Rui nodded in response.

"If there's nothing going on, let's go now!"

"Good!" After speaking, Xin Rui turned his head to look at the projection: "Shadow, let you run this way!" Bring the Atlas Messenger safely to the clan land. ”

"Yes!"