With no clouds in sight in the dim sky, Darius rode his horse toward the village, the barren land behind him, and the blood-red sunset above him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info's oppressive warm tones fill the entire eyeball, watching the red sun slowly moving towards the horizon, the soft light on his face, this scene makes Darius feel as if he is in an old-fashioned American western movie.

It would be more nice to have a revolver in your hand and a cowboy hat on your head at this time.

But then again, these things exist in this world, and it's really amazing that mechanical civilization and magic civilization actually appeared in this world at the same time, and they tolerate and influence each other. When you have time, you can get this outfit, wearing leather boots with spikes, riding a horse whistling by, gunshots and explosions are intertwined, it's quite touching to think about, didn't you fantasize about these when you first watched Western movies?

Thinking wildly in my head, the dull feeling in my heart was reduced a little, like removing a gap in the big stone pressed against my chest. He didn't feel tired after the battle, because his excellent physical fitness could sustain a longer battle, but the tiredness of his mind was unbelievable, which he had not seen in the mountains of Orsto.

This is probably the terrible thing about the wilderness and the desert, and the monotonous, unchanging scene can indeed easily make people feel a great sense of loss and tiredness. It unconsciously corrodes people's hearts, and even makes people feel disgusted, so Darius forces his thinking to diverge more so that he is not so depressed. So far, it seems to be somewhat effective.

A few people rode slowly to the edge of the village.

The aboriginal village is made of stone and wood with a one-man high wall, and the inside of the village can be seen from the outside of the wall, thick logs, stones, and thatch, and there are also large totem poles carved out of stone, which are more than twice as tall as the house, so they can be seen at a glance.

Two simple arrow towers were built at the entrance of the village, one on the left and one on the right, and several guards with bows and arrows could be faintly seen patrolling them, and when they saw Darius approaching, the attendant on the arrow tower shouted loudly, but Darius did not understand what he said.

That should be the language of the indigenous people.

An arrow roared from the tower and stuck in front of several people, and the feathers on the tail of the arrow were still shaking, and the warning meaning was self-evident.

"We are a passing caravan, the caravan is behind, not an enemy! We have the supplies you need. Senur shouted loudly into the village, and soon after, there was a response.

"Come in, you can, you can't, carry, weapons."

Although the accent is extremely heavy, and the words are one-by-word, this time it is the lingua franca of the empire, and I can barely understand it.

"These natives are very vigilant, forget it, don't go in first, wait for the guide to come over and let him communicate." Hearing their shouts, Senur grabbed his horse and stopped his advance.

The stumbling team slowly approached, and without making them wait too long, Valek rushed over with his men.

"What's the matter with this arrow?" The warrior monk asked, pointing to the cluster of arrows on the ground.

"These natives are not very friendly, and they are not allowed to bring weapons in, I am afraid that the forcible invasion will cause unnecessary trouble, so I will wait for you to come and communicate."

Valek glanced at Senur and said, "It's normal for them to be wary of us, after all, there are some unruly caravans in the wasteland who occasionally raid their villages, and every year we can see these natives in the slave market, we camp outside, and then negotiate with them. ”

The warrior monks began to arrange for their teams to camp on the outskirts of the village, and then sent out their men to fetch water from the river, which was filtered and boiled enough to replenish their rapidly depleting water resources.

"If you are willing to trade with these natives, you can store your weapons and bring your goods in, but those who want to go in can rest assured, although you don't have weapons, we are also a deterrent here, and they won't mess around."

The guide walked to the center of the camp and began to speak to the merchants, "But if you want to enter, you must be careful, don't violate the taboo of the natives, the totem pole can't be touched, you can't watch, their house has no door, but don't break in, you only have one life, everyone is not a novice, I won't say more, otherwise you will bear the consequences." ”

Darius came to Hermes's side and asked the veteran, "Shall we go in?" ”

Hermes glanced at him with a smile, and replied: "Among our goods, only the semi-finished weapons and alchemy products must be transported to Gloringe, and the other things are just to meet the inspection of the city, so let's give you a cart of wine, you can go and exchange some things, the natives don't make wine, so wine is a commodity they can accept, but what you can exchange depends on your eyesight." ”

The veteran continued: "The natives generally only barter, they have no concept of currency, there are no minerals in the wasteland, and they can't take out precious metals such as gold and silver, but they have been hunting in the wilderness for a long time, fighting monsters, and there are a lot of good materials, if you don't know the market, I can assign a knowledgeable person to you." ”

Darius thought for a moment and smiled and rejected his offer, he had a better candidate. Then he rode around the camp and found his goal.

Although the target was glaring at him.

"Don't look at me like that, I reminded you, quality, eh? Is this how you approach your lover? ”

The female mage Althea ignored Darius's ridicule, but asked suspiciously, "What are you looking for me to do at this time?" Don't tell me you got hurt by dealing with a bunch of broken rocks before? And I'm not going to treat you this time. ”

Darius patted the saddle, "Get on your horse and go to the natives' village and see what you can get out of a cart of wine." You should have a good eye. ”

Althea looked reluctant, and then sarcastically unceremoniously: "What else can you get?" A necklace made from the bones of a bunch of boring monsters, or a broken crystal nucleus that is regarded as a treasure but is not worth a few dollars, or a potion concocted by a witch doctor, do you expect to be able to find good things from such a place? Have you read too many of those knightly novels, those troubadours singing boring adventurer epics all day long, making you fools think you can pick up an artifact at hand. Who do you think you are? Child of Destiny? ”

Darius pulled the reins, then leaned out, grabbed the female mage's waist, and despite her exclamations, he took her to the back of a horse, and the people around him looked at this side with a smile, and then Darius said with some pride, "I can't say that the child of destiny is not good, if I am the protagonist of a knight's novel, it is really hard to say." ”