Act 19: Desolation (II)

Early in the morning, Ives woke up from his slumber. Memory magic is hard work, not to mention that in this place, the magic net is not a very stable thing. In fact, the fact that the magic net of this place had not completely collapsed had already surprised Avis. Because of this, the magic of this night that Ives remembered was extremely hard.

There is not much moisture in the desert morning, and when the sun rises, all you can feel is the heat around you. Avis saw Ge Tongluo digging a hole next to the sand, so he said curiously, "What are you doing?" ”

"I'm looking to see if the method I used to get water has worked." "I did it after you went to sleep. ”

"Hey! What does it mean to sleep! That's called memory magic......"

Avis said, but watched as Ge Tongluo dug out a water bottle from the sand. Shaking it for a while, I actually heard a sound of clear water shaking inside. Avis walked over and said with a look of surprise, "Did you really collect water?" By the way, how did you do that? ”

"There's nothing difficult about it." "First you need to have a piece of paper with the blessing of the god of the sea...... That's it. Ge Tongluo took out a transparent piece of paper, which Ives saw as more like plastic wrap that he was familiar with, and Ge Tongluo continued: "Then you need to dig a pit, put the kettle at the bottom, and put this paper on top of the kettle...... Wait for a night, and naturally water will be sucked in. It's a lot more useful than magic and magic. Ge Tongluo put the kettle away. Ives touched the back of his head a little helplessly: "Then isn't the water-making technique I remembered a waste?" ”

"How could it be wasted?" Ge Tongluo smiled, "In the desert, there is never too much water. Then he stood up and pointed to the horse waving its hooves: "This guy is a big water guster. ”

"The pure-blooded Plains Horse has a very faint dragon blood in its body." "Theoretically, it's possible to go without food or drink for a week when necessary. ”

"Okay." Ge Tongluo nodded, "This horse is worth the fare." ”

"And then it's going to binge a week later."

"Can I take back what I just said?"

Ge Tongluo put the collected water in the bag. In fact, there is not a lot of water that can be collected in this way, just enough for one person to barely survive. But there is also a magician in their ranks, and one ring of magic water is enough to make five hundred liters of pure water. So theoretically, thirst is thirst and can't kill these two guys.

Avis's gaze scanned back and forth around him, and finally said, "It's really desolate here." "Even more inhospitable than a real desert. There is hardly any vegetation here – what cacti; Thorns; The desert scorpions and the like were completely unsightly. Ge Tongluo said: "If you have that time to sigh, it is better to release your magic to see where the nearest city is." ”

Avis nodded, and he closed his eyes and began to cast his magic. Then, he felt a faint aura guiding his spirit forward, and when he opened his eyes again, he pointed in one direction: "There is a city of about five hundred people in that place. ”

"Good news." Ge Tongluo nodded. In fact, Ives also admits that this magic has a distance limit. If they're unlucky, they're in the deepest part of the desert, and they probably won't be able to use magic to find a human settlement. At that time, they will have to resign themselves to choosing one direction and keep going. And both Ives and Ge Tongluo don't like this feeling of surrendering their lives to fate.

Avis and Ge Tongluo turned on their horses, and then walked forward in the yellow sand. There was a kind of desolation in the desert, and the sun in the distance, which represented dead silence, made both Avis and Ge Tongluo feel a palpitation for no reason. They felt that the fireball in the sky was not a sun that brought light and brightness, but like a dead star, staring at the long broken big 6 with its own dead eyes......

"If no one ascends to the throne in the near future...... "Avis said with a slight frown, "I'm afraid this world will be ruined in a short time......

"According to you, there are not even spellcasters above the three rings in this world." Ge Tongluo, who was observing his surroundings, said, "Then it's almost impossible to give birth to a god in this place, right?" ”

"No, you're wrong." Avis shook his head and said, "This world is a world that is defined as a 'low demon' by the universe far away. So theoretically speaking, as long as you reach the seventh level, that is, Cheng Dù, which is one level higher than the limit of mortals in this world, you are eligible to become a god. Here, level five can almost be regarded as a legend. For the natives here, the Mortal Specialty is no different from the Legendary Destiny. ”

"Where is the specialty? Legendary Destiny? Ge Tongluo looked at Ives in confusion, and Ives reacted - he said the language of the game, and the name of the people in this world does not seem to be this. He then coughed: "Legendary Destiny aside, all specialties are the abilities you acquire when you reach the fifth level of the profession. Now, can't you step into the shadows very lightly......"

"Oh, you're talking about that...... Mastering the ability to easily enter the shadows is the key to the thieves' union recognizing me as a level 5 thief. We in the Thieves' Guild call this technique 'Advanced Stealth'. Ge Tongluo nodded, "According to you, this strength of mine is a 'legend' in this world?" Haha, I also have the opportunity to be a legendary master for a while. ”

Avis sneered: "You are now like a down-and-out nobleman in the imperial capital who went to the countryside with a high spirit......"

The two exchanged words, and then walked some distance further. The sun was even more violent, and even the wind was blowing with a blazing breath. Ives looked up at the sky where there were no clouds at all, and his brow furrowed slightly—I am afraid that there is really not much time left in this world.

When the gods fall, the world is moving towards the final chapter of ruin step by step.

……

In the last year of the calendar 331, Vault No. 6,113 of the Eastern University.

Wind, sand, death. This place, like many other places after the apocalypse, is teeming with dead and mutated creatures. Humanity lives tenaciously in the shelter, but faces the danger of death again and again.

The hand of man ignited a forbidden spark, and the stars fell like fireworks on the earth. There is no hope for the people of the old era, but where is the new world......

This is the world 4oo years after the God War, and the people who are moving forward in a daze still have no hope.

Old George had a cigarette in his mouth, and he held a heavy crossbow from the old era in his hand - this thing was the best thing even in the old days, so this thing could be considered Old George's treasure. After a casual fiddle, old George aimed his crosshair at a wild lizard five hundred meters away.

The lizard's whole body is rotting skin, and like their skin, they eat carrion contaminated with evil forces. But under the armpit of this creature, there are rare pounds of unpolluted delicious meat. One such lizard can sell for thirty bottle caps, enough to feed and clothe an adult for a week - if you don't get your money stolen.

A choking wind blew from afar, and old George didn't have to look to know that a convoy was passing by. Frustrated, he hammered his hand, and old George could only watch the wild lizard, which he had so easily found, nervously flee into the distance.

The only good news was that George Sr. didn't waste his precious arrows.

Removing the dry smoke from the corner of his mouth and exhaling a puff of smoke, old George watched the convoy slowly drive from a distance. The smoke could be tens of meters high, and the convoy of survivors who were moving slowly could be seen from several kilometers away.

There are always survivors, sitting on a magically powered train, moving from one settlement to another. They avoided the threat of rotting corpses, the threat of acid rain, and the threat of food shortages. As long as they have enough mana crystals and coal, they can drive anywhere in the world.

Licking his lips, George Sr. knew that the arrival of a convoy proved that someone was coming to sell and buy something, which was good news, and if he was lucky, he might be able to make back the money he had lost from a lizard - oh, maybe even more.

Old George had a crossbow on his back and slowly returned to the shelter.

The train stopped in front of Vault 113, and many people walked down from it - they were certainly not members of this convoy, they were just ordinary people who took a ride. And if you want to hitchhike, a necessary fare is essential.

And the ragged, refugee-like passengers subconsciously avoided the two people. These two were different from the others, they wore the clothes that were fashionable in the old times - low necklines, decorations on their clothes, and necessary defensive parts. It can be said that by selling this garment, you can buy a few good slaves, and even get some tight goods, such as a large glass of ale.

But none of the refugees showed a greedy look, and they immediately dispersed as soon as they got off the bus.

When old George came, he happened to see these two people. And when he saw the two men leading a horse down, his eyes almost popped out.

Horse!

Old George always thought that it was something that could only be seen in legends, but he didn't expect that he could see it here!

……

Sort out the manuscript, and some materials will be released in the afternoon.

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