A continent located in the middle of the ocean, not very large, not very small. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the mainland of Cairo.

On June 6, 10678 in the Cairo calendar, the Rhine Empire celebrated its national day today.

The whole world celebrates together, and today the people of the entire imperial city put up lanterns to celebrate the hundredth national day since the founding of the country with the great Rhine the Great.

"Long live the Empire! Long live His Majesty the Emperor! ”

"Hooray! Banzai! ”

“……”

The entire square in front of the palace was crowded with cheering crowds, from the front of the palace to Wangcheng Street, dense, like a sea of people, people were waiting for the appearance of the Shenwu Emperor to be able to see the dragon's face. In fact, except for the phalanx of 100,000 guards in front of the palace and the height of the city tower of dozens of zhang, it would be good to see a vague outline of His Majesty the Emperor, but people were still very excited and happy.

Meanwhile. In stark contrast to the hilarious scene.

Peter's heart was as cold as ice in the kingdom of ice. He was deceived by a dwarf. It can be said that the entire Alex family will face bankruptcy.

The only way to salvage the situation is to embark on a very dangerous, but lucrative, trade expedition. Led by Peter himself.

Three days later.

The sky was blue, the sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to have been burned by the sun, and they disappeared without a trace.

A small caravan of nearly 100 men marched through the barren Mesoli Plain, a family flag with red letters on a blue background fluttering listlessly on a wooden pole. The Alex family, like this little caravan, is as unknown.

The weather was sweltering, there was no wind, and the thick air seemed to be frozen, making it difficult to breathe.

At the top of the group was a young man on a black horse, with a pair of extremely sharp eyebrows, a face as clear and clear as a carving, and a slightly curly long golden hair.

Peter straddled a delicate cross-sword at his waist, and his eyes were always attentive to the wind and grass around him. The sun is blazing. The whole caravan was sleepy, and he was the only one who remained vigilant.

Peter is not only handsome, but he is also very talented.

"Someone fainted!"

There was a sudden commotion in the procession, and the march stopped.

"What happened?" Peter frowned slightly. Rode a horse to inquire.

"Captain Peter, someone has suffered from heat stroke. It's too hot, so let's take a break. ”

"yes, yes! Let's take a break. ”

The same voice resounded everywhere in the caravan.

"We're almost at the canyon, let's hold on a little longer. It's too empty for shade. Resting will only make you feel more tired. Moreover, the Mesori Plains are infested with goblins and are very unsafe. Peter took off his water bag and handed it over, encouraging everyone to hold on a little longer.

"Hmph, I said Commander, of course you won't feel tired on horseback, but we're walking on foot on two feet. We're just an employer, not your slaves. ”

The mercenary captain let out a sneer, and immediately rejected Peter's proposal. More than a dozen strong mercenaries under his command also put down their weapons one after another, sat cross-legged on the sidelines, and looked at the woolly doll in their eyes with a playful gaze.

"You lowly reckless. The people who pushed the cart didn't shout tired, but you shouted tired first, our young master is a nobleman, do you want him to give you the horse? When I return to Truro, I must go to the Mercenary Guild to remove and sanction you. ”

Carter, who had caught up from the rear team, happened to see this scene, and immediately became furious, and opened his mouth to scold. Carter was two years older than Peter and had the strength of the seventh level of black iron, he was an orphan adopted by Baron Malleg, and he had been by the old baron's side since he was twelve. For these poor mercenaries, knowing their Carter can pierce their soft underbelly even more.

The mercenaries really didn't dare to talk nonsense. For them. Alex may be a small caravan, but in this era of mercenaries on the streets, having a well-paid livelihood is definitely a lifesaver for them.

In fact, when the old baron was the head of the merchant group in the past, they did not behave so badly. The key is to suddenly change a hairy boy as the head of the regiment. For a while, they felt very uncomfortable.

"Alright, alright. Don't be angry, Master Carter, the head of the Peter regiment, why bother to be like a group of uneducated mercenaries. It was indeed too hot on this day, and I had several heatstrokes in a while, and you see, I couldn't put it down in the carriage. ”

"yes. In every way, it's all because we vendors can't stand it. As for the Goblins in the Mesoli Plains, are our mercenaries still afraid of those little beasts? Captain Stoff, don't you say? ”

It wasn't until Carter yelled and scolded that the vendors came out to act as peacemakers.

"Hmph, I can kill three of those green rats with one punch." The mercenary captain snorted coldly, and his fists snapped.

In this caravan, it is mainly composed of three parties. On one side were the people from the barony's domain, including the head of the regiment, Peter, Carter and several other family guards. On the other side are the traders and their men, more than half of the goods here belong to them, according to the contract Peter enjoys one-third of the profits of the goods they sell, that is, these worthless goods to the Ice Kingdom, it is definitely a lot of money. On the other side were the twenty or so mercenaries who belonged to the mercenary relationship.

The caravan's destination this time is the Gorge of Decaru on the other side of the Mesori Plain, from where it can be teleported to the magical kingdom of Crothilda, a land of ice and snow.

"Rest where you are, and continue on your way after an hour."

However, the accident happened in this hour.

The caravan encounters the most feared creature of the barren Mesori Plains, the griffin.

Exactly how many people died, Peter did not know. Because he was the first to escape. No one can resist under the attack of a flock of griffins.

He tore a strip of cloth from his robe, tightened the ruptured artery from the top, and skillfully bandaged the wound, so that if he did not do so, he would no longer have to think about why he had come back to life, but would have gone to see death again because of excessive blood loss.

After a simple treatment, the dizziness and pain gradually lessened a lot, and after doing this, Peter also found the dead body of an unknown animal in the grass beside him, which looked a bit like a scorpion but had a snake head, and there was a hole in the snake's head, which exuded a disgusting fishy smell. Next to the huge monster corpse lay several human corpses covered in armor, all of whom looked black and obviously poisoned. It seems that it belongs to the people of a certain caravan.

In the second half of the night. There were always strange noises all around, and Peter, who had always been vigilant and cautious, did not dare to stay where he was, but carefully groped his way up a distance of half a mile to find a strange-looking tree, and spent the night on the fork of the tall tree.

When dawn comes. The distant sky was smeared with the first rays of morning glow. Peter, who was asleep, was instantly awakened by the sun, and sat up on the branch, but the wound that had only been treated to stop the bleeding did not get better, and there were still bursts of heart-piercing pain and weakness. As for why he can sleep so soundly, it's not that he was born with big nerves. It's all because of the excessive blood loss last night.

The facts showed that Peter's approach was wise, and when Peter came back at dawn, the place had undergone earth-shaking changes, looking at the scraps of flesh and bones, Peter touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and it was obvious that after he left last night, there was a very intense dinner party here.

Originally, Peter was expecting to come back and pick up some equipment that would be beneficial to survival in the wilderness, but looking at the piles of flesh and blood, he really couldn't arouse any interest in going up and stirring up two more. I only picked up a clean dagger from the grass on the side and pinned it to my waist.

Peter also cut off the hem of his robe with a cross sword, cut it into long strips of cloth and tied them to his two calves, and estimated the time in his heart, it was about nine o'clock in the morning, and when he looked up at the direction of the rising sun, Peter began to travel lightly. Now his most urgent thing is to meet one or two living people as soon as possible, and the feeling of loneliness is about to torture him crazy.

By noon, the panting Peter had not been able to get out of the weedy wasteland, which was more than half a man tall, and certainly did not meet a living person.

The sun is scorching and the sun is scorching. Peter's mouth whistled like a fan. Because of the excessive blood loss, the only thing he felt now was thirst, and his chapped lips were like the earth that had been cracked by a long drought, oozing with traces of blood. Peter stuck out his tongue and licked the blood off his lips, and his burning throat seemed to produce smoke. He continued to proceed cautiously, without any trouble, and he could endure the hunger, but he was really thirsty to death. Just when Peter was about to despair, the sound of running water lingered in his ears like a beautiful melody!

Peter leaned down and gently pulled away from the grass in front of him. A babbling stream meandered like a snake three hundred meters away, flowing from a dense forest across the moor. He was right not to rush out, for a monster with a wrong head was crawling by the brook and munching on its water.

"There shouldn't be so many griffons in this wasteland, why?" Peter's eyelids couldn't help jumping a few times, and when he looked up, the body of this monster was glowing with golden bronze, and the lion more than five meters long actually had a bird's head, and the eagle-like head and forelimbs were all covered with gold-colored eagle feathers, as well as the hook-like beak and sharp hook claws up to 15 centimeters, which looked like a sharp weapon that tore flesh and blood.

Peter didn't have the courage to fight the griffin, so he tried to keep his breathing rate as slow as he could, and he leaned down and waited patiently. The griffon, as if deliberately trying to kill someone with thirst, began to leisurely arrange its eagle feathers with its hooked beak after drinking the water, and then it lay down on a nearby pile of grass and narrowed its eyes.

"This ......" Peter's mouth twitched slightly, and his red eyes continued to practice Wangxi's thirst-quenching skill, consuming his few stamina.

Unexpectedly, this consumption was consumed to the sunset, ** unbearable Peter has clearly felt that his physical strength is slowly draining, followed by a burst of powerlessness and dizziness, can not wait any longer, and if he waits no longer to die of thirst, he will be angry to death by the birds and beasts, just when he is about to rush over to fight for his life, there is a gust of wind, the griffin beast that has just woken up from a big dream suddenly stretched his wings lazily a few times, Peter's hand that lifted the long sword quickly sank, and the griffin looked around vigilantly, Suddenly, with a hula roar, he soared into the air and shook his wings towards the depths of the wasteland.

When the griffon faded away, Peter, whose eyes were red, was like a man who had not touched a girl in more than twenty years, and he bent down and crawled towards the stream. Already in a state of dehydration, he planted his whole head in the water, and poured it into his stomach with a big gulp, at this time, even if the griffin came back, Peter didn't bother to pay attention to it, according to his current state of mind, even if he wanted to kill or chop, he had to wait until he was full.

This greedy pour-in poured lasted for a long time before Peter reluctantly pulled his head out of the water. Touching the round belly, the dry and smoky throat has relaxed, the stomach is rippling, the whole body is extremely relaxed, and most of the original fatigue and irritability have disappeared in an instant.

Peter, who had drunk his stomach, sat cross-legged by the stream and took out a strip of cloth, pulled up his bloodstained sleeves and began to clean the wound that had become inflamed and suppurated, but fortunately the ruptured blood vessel had formed a blood scab, and washed away the remaining blood stains in the wound, Peter took out a thorny spike that he had picked by hand, removed a long thread from the white stockings and carefully stitched it up to the wound, which was all he could do under bad conditions.

After stitching up the wound and changing the strip of cloth and rebandaging it, Peter was already exhausted. Tired, not afraid, he could sit on a pile of weeds with his back against the vast earth to close his eyes and recuperate, but the feeling of hunger always followed, and Peter's stomach involuntarily tightened. Although you can't die without eating for a day or two, the feeling of hunger is very uncomfortable, it's a long torture feeling, it makes people feel unpleasant, and people can't use their strength, so Peter admires those who die on hunger strike, and feels that they have very strong willpower. Unfortunately, Peter did not have the strength of will, and for the fifth time, his greedy eyes were scanning the small stream wilderness.

"Hey, hahaha, the gods of Cairo and the goddess of ice and snow...... what do you want, Peter grinned and laughed with satisfaction. A shrill laugh that sounded very discordant shook the birds apart, and though Peter thought he had always laughed havocily, he forgot that his voice was no longer what it used to be.

The nest was very hidden, but it still did not escape Peter's vicious eyes, and there were five or six gray eggs the size of a ball neatly arranged in the unkempt grass nest. Peter, who had been exhausted just a moment ago, came alive as if he had been beaten with blood, and saw him flutter back like the wind through the forest across the stream, and this time he came back with a large pile of flammable materials such as kapok wool and dead branches and leaves.

Anyway, he knew he would survive. (To be continued.) )