As the sun sinks in the west, the warmth that remains on the surface of the earth fades.

The dark night is a natural protective color for the fierce beasts and monsters that live in the wilderness. Especially the wolf beasts that have the characteristics of living in groups, or those powerful lion and tiger beasts, the wilderness under the dark night is their foraging holy place.

Monsters with an IQ prefer to stay in areas where people are active, such as trade routes or near certain gray gathering places.

In the Commonwealth of the Northern Duchy, there is a golden trade route known as the Road of Death.

The reason why it is said to be a golden trade route is because this trade route traverses the territory of the seven principalities, and these seven principalities belong to the grand duchy with special products, but because the seven principalities are blocked by many natural barriers such as cliffs, cliffs, and different terrain levels, it is difficult to achieve trade circulation. However, it is precisely because of this that the seven principalities with special products can basically more than double their profits as long as they can successfully transport their goods to neighboring countries and sell them.

Especially the Duchy of Rolier, which is located in the middle of the trade route, if it can successfully transport a holy light gem abundant in this principality out of this path of death, then the profit can at least increase by dozens of times.

Holy Light Gemstone is a pure natural gemstone. Although it cannot be used as a magic material, this pure white gemstone has a very rare transparent texture, more transparent than ordinary crystals, and the most valuable thing is that this gemstone has a certain concentrating property: it can reflect extremely brilliant light under the illumination of light, and the more pure and flawless the holy light gem. The more intense the reflected light.

Because of this, this gem has become the most desired treasure for many noblewomen on the Miracle Continent.

It's just the Holy Light Gem Mine currently known in the Miracle Continent. This one is only found in the territory of the Duchy of Rolaire, plus the terrible path of death. This is why this gemstone, which is even higher than diamonds, has an extremely staggering profit margin.

In fact, if it weren't for the alliance treaty of the Northern Duchy Federation, the Duchy of Loel would have been annexed by the other principalities long ago. It's just that seeing that the Duchy of Rolire is sitting on such valuable resources, but the Duchy of Rolire ranks thirty-third among the thirty-six principalities of the federal polity of the Northern Duchy, naturally many people are unhappy with it. Therefore, the other surrounding principalities have adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards the situation of the Death Road, and have not thought of joining forces to eliminate the demonic beasts on this trade route - in fact, in the past few decades of laissez-faire, this death trade route has developed to an extremely large scale. Now, even if the Northern Duchy Federation wants to eradicate these magical beasts, it has become an almost impossible task.

According to the latest survey data from the Adventurers' Guild, there are at least seventeen demonic beast lairs in the traverse of this death trade route that are worthy of being classified as S-class threats. As for the A-level and B-level, not to mention, especially the ninth-level demonic beasts that are running around committing crimes, even the Adventurer's Guild doesn't want to have too much to do with this trade route. On the contrary, the Mercenary Guild, the Demon Hunter Guild and the Demon Hunter are extremely active in this area.

A caravan of very special proportions carefully moved slowly along this legendary trade route of death.

This is the unspoken rule that all caravans that eat and eat on this trade route will abide by: they do not seek to leave this dangerous place as quickly as possible, but only to leave this dangerous place in the safest and safest way. Because they are not short of time at all, many caravans even take more than a year to leave here, after all, as long as they can successfully go through the business, the money they earn is enough for them to spend years or even more than ten years. So here it is. The most popular and admired are not mercenaries, demon hunters, adventurers, or demon hunters, but those who have mastered a relatively safe trade route, or a veteran with a certain amount of experience in walking the trade route of death, or even a knowledgeable Warcraft scholar.

They. It is the invaluable talent of these caravans who dare to risk their trade on the trade routes of death.

Because of this, caravans with special proportions and even strange proportions abound.

The proportions of this caravan are special at the moment. That's relative to the caravans elsewhere in the outside world, here on the Death Trade Route. Two or three trading wagons were equipped with a caravan of more than two hundred escorts, which was nothing more than unusual. Even. There are also caravans that have only one wagon, but the accompanying escorts have three or five hundred men or more, and of course their goods are naturally more valuable.

As the sun began to sink and the sky began to darken, the caravan soon did not dare to move forward, but began to set up the camp.

In the Death Route, almost all caravans travel for only six or seven hours a day, from morning to evening. Some of the more cautious or timid caravans even dared to go on the road only between noon and afternoon. As for the true warriors who dared to continue marching at night, they had completely disappeared from the stomach acid of the monsters about thirty years ago.

There were only two trading wagons left of the caravan, and the other two wagons pulled by the Groundwalker Dragons carried some of the camp's construction tools and necessities such as food and water. At present, the caravan of workers in this caravan, as well as the guards and logistics and maintenance personnel, still number nearly two hundred.

Originally, they were even larger, with five wagons alone, six wagons for other tools and food, and more than six hundred guards. It's just that in the past half a year, they have encountered a total of more than a dozen attacks by demonic beasts of various scales, losing hundreds of guards and other personnel in total, and the truck has been forced to abandon five.

Even in a demonic beast attack a few days ago, due to the extremely serious damage to the other two trucks, and the earth-walking dragon beasts were also fatally injured, they had to integrate the materials on the other two trucks, of course, they did not waste those seriously injured earth-walking dragon beasts, and directly made them into jerky and transported them away.

Despite the dangers and hardships of the journey, they had already completed nearly three-fifths of the journey. As long as there are no more large-scale attacks on the rest of the trip, or problems like the previous days. They can still make it through without a hitch. If you're lucky, you'll be able to find some caravans or convoys at the next supply points that have to stop their way due to heavy casualties. Then the security is greatly increased.

The caravan's guards quickly set up a camp that was not large in scale, but was well-equipped.

In order to ensure safety, they dug a trench in the outer circle of the camp that was three meters wide and more than five meters deep, and placed a high platform on the side of the trench near the camp, which could prevent some monsters with strong jumping ability from jumping over the trench and attacking the camp - although most of the time, these coolies and actions were just useless work, but they had to do it in this dangerous place.

At the same time, in order to ensure the clarity of the field of vision. The camp's wooden fence encloses with raised braziers every ten metres. There are also four improvised watchtower platforms in the camp - not for lethality, but for the first time to detect danger. In addition, there are some traps and guard tools scattered around the outside of the camp's trenches, and there are also some hot oils and flammable materials that can come in handy if they are attacked by magical beasts.

By the time everything was ready, night had already fallen.

Most of the caravan's previous tents had either been destroyed or completely lost in the previous Warcraft raids, with only a few remaining. Therefore, after nightfall, the vast majority of people basically sleep on the hard ground and their clothes, and only some lightly injured people and people with more important identities can rest in the tents. As for the food of all the caravanserais. There are only some dry food, dried meat, dried fruits and the like, and in the wild they don't even dare to make cooked food, and even drinking water can only be water, not even wine.

Because there were more than twenty kinds of demonic beasts on this death trade route, they could easily smell the smell of blood and the smell of meat twenty miles away. Almost eight or nine of them are still gregarious - so not to mention serious injuries, even those who are a little more seriously injured or who can't stop bleeding can only be abandoned. Not a single caravan dared to take these wounded on the road. Because for those monsters, the existence of these wounded is simply moving food.

Bloody, brutal, indifferent. It is a dark portrayal of this trade route that can be called an overnight riches.

An old man with a hunched back walked around the camp, carefully checking everyone's condition and the camp's facilities and safety. The little old man nodded in satisfaction, and then walked into a tent.

This old man is an experienced leader of the Death Trade Route.

He has been doing this for twenty or thirty years, and has led almost fifty caravans, although the caravans have been wiped out more than thirty times, and even ten times they have been trapped only halfway through, and can only seek cooperation with other larger and stronger caravans, but he also has a brilliant record of successfully clearing customs seven times.

The so-called "customs clearance" does not refer to the successful exit from this land of death, but refers to the transportation of goods from the east to the west for sale, and then the goods from the west to the east for sale. Only a round trip trade can be called customs clearance.

On this road of death, this little old man can already be regarded as a living legend.

Of course, the old man also has a name.

His name is Hatas. Kuhn, though, basically people prefer to call him by another name: Lucky Old Horse.

At this time, the lucky old horse. The tent that Hatas walked into was not his residence, but the residence of an injured man.

This injured person is a person they picked up on the road the other day.

His injuries were so severe that no one thought he was alive. It's just that when the caravan passed by, he suddenly got up and begged for a sip of water, originally no one in the caravan was willing to take care of him, but Hatath didn't know what was crazy all of a sudden, not only gave him a sip of water to drink, but even kindly took him in. This naturally caused a strong backlash from the entire caravan at that time, after all, the wounded man's injuries were too serious, and the people of the caravan were worried that he would attract the pursuit of the demonic beast.

However, Hatas's words, coupled with the name "Lucky Old Horse", finally made the caravan accept him as a team.

"Do you smell blood on him?"

Yes, this wound was exceptionally serious, one could even say terrifying. But there was not the slightest smell of blood, and it was incredibly clean.

"Are you healed?" Hatath asked.

"How can it be so fast." The wounded man lying on the soft sleeping bag shook his head with a wry smile.

This sleeping bag. It was the only sleeping bag left in the entire caravan, and it was what Hatath used to sleep. After all, Hatath is a little old. Not to mention the problem of cold ground, that is, in the wild, there are occasional stones on the hard ground, and it is impossible to sleep comfortably and peacefully. However, Hatath did not hesitate to give the sleeping bag to the wounded, and seeing the wounded man take it without hesitation, to be honest, there were indeed many people in the caravan who were very dissatisfied.

"Then take care of your injuries." Hatas glanced at the shriveled hydration bag next to his sleeping bag and a small empty tray next to it, and the old man put his hydration bag down. Then he called someone to bring two plates of meat, "A few days ago, I killed a few earthly dragon beasts, and there are still a lot of dried meat, but there is not much water, everyone has a ration every day, I can't break these rules, so I can only give my own to you." ”

The wounded man was silent for a moment before he spoke, "Thank you." ”

"Hey, when I gave you the sleeping bag before. You didn't say thank you, but now you're telling me that. The old man smiled, "If you really want to thank me, do me a favor." I know you're a capable man. If there are casualties in the future, I hope you can help remove the smell of blood and keep as many young men alive as possible. …… All my life. I have cut off many people's lives with my own hands, so let me atone for my sins. ”

The injured man did not reply.

Here on the trade route of death. As long as you master any kind of special means and skills, then you can definitely mix well. But that's what it is. You have the courage to face death threats here that can arise at any time and at any time.

Like the little old man, his decades of experience in leading the team is a kind of ability. In the same way, the means to erase the smell of blood are also a kind of ability. However, probably accustomed to life and death, or some other reason, the old man did not have the idea of this special method of fighting the wounded, but hoped that if the caravan encountered the problem of the wounded again, he could help.

It's like a kind predecessor who is willing to bring up the younger generations.

Seeing the middle-aged man's silent appearance, Hatas was not in a hurry, but asked with a smile: "By the way, I see that I have been busy these days, and I haven't even asked your name." ”

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but did not speak immediately. Instead, after a little silence, as if a major decision had been made, he finally spoke, "Call me Edward." ”

"Edward?" Hatath smiled and nodded, "That's a good name." ”

The Seventh Demon God, the Confessor, who has the power to shock and fear countless people. Edward, who was really acting like a junior student at this time, smiled slightly, and then said, "I don't know the old gentleman's name yet." ”

"Oh, my name is Hatas. Hatas. Kuhn. The little old man simply sat cross-legged and laughed, "But the little ones prefer to call me 'lucky old horse', haha." It is the old horse who knows the way, and my old horse is very lucky. ”

Edward laughed too.

But just then, an alarm suddenly sounded in the camp.

Hatath's face changed slightly, and he immediately got up and hurriedly walked out of the tent. However, as soon as he got up, he saw Edward also get up, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he spoke: "You are injured, you don't need to come out, find a place to hide first." ”

"No, you don't." Edward frowned, but he spoke, sensing what was going on outside.

Someone lifted the curtain of the tent, and it was the man who had brought two more plates of dried meat at the behest of Hatath and was very hostile to Edward. However, at this time, the young man did not have any hostility on his face, but looked a little suspicious, and looked at Edward with a strange gaze.

"What's going on?" Naturally, Hatas discovered these as well.

"There's a guy coming in outside the camp, saying he's coming to look for ......," the young man said with some slurring, but still pointed to Edward, "come and find him." ”

"Alone?" Hatath was a little shocked.

"Alone."

Hatath glanced back at Edward, but saw that he looked indifferent, and his heart was slightly surprised. However, after all, he is a seasoned team leader with decades of experience, so he immediately said, "Let him in." ”

"But...... He carried a barrel of spirits. ”

Hatath was stunned again. Then he looked at Edward again.

"It's fine." This time, Edward had a rare opening to say more. "Let him in."

"Let him in!" Hatath gritted his teeth and nodded.

At this moment. How could Hatath not know that neither the seriously injured Edward in front of him nor the man who dared to walk in this death zone with a barrel of liquor was probably not a simple person. He only hoped that he would not bring any disaster to his caravan.

After a while, a strong man as tall as an iron tower walked in with a huge wooden barrel that was at least one meter high and more than thirty centimeters in diameter. This cask has a mellow sweetness and a strong flavor. Almost everyone knows that this barrel contains wine, and it is a very strong wine. They didn't want this guy to come in with this barrel of wine, but no one in the entire caravan was as tall and strong as this guy, especially since he had a strong courage, and many people were a little weak just standing in front of this strong man.

Moreover, it was Hatas who agreed to let this strong man in, and naturally no one would intercept this guy.

The caravan was carrying a seriously wounded patient, and now there was a man covered in the smell of alcohol, which seemed to be a very serious violation of the rules of the trade on the Death Route.

"Hello. My name is Diane. When the strong man entered the tent, he saw Hatas, who was sitting next to Edward, and he greeted him politely.

"Hello." Hatath also bowed slightly, and then said. "My name is Hatas. Kuhn. is the leader of this caravan. ”

Diane smiled, then looked at Edward again, and said, "You're still alive." It really amazes me. ”

"That's a familiar sound." Edward said lightly.

When Edward ran to Aderoan to save Diane, Diane was saved by Sean. There was once such a conversation between the two of them. It's just that at that time, it was Edward who was taunting Diane. It turned out to be the other way around, but Edward pretended not to understand what it meant.

"Hey." Diane didn't break it, but sat down and put the barrel beside him.

Diane is more than 1.9 meters tall, and even if he sits cross-legged at the same time, he still has to hunch his back, otherwise the entire tent will be broken by him. Of course, even if he was hunched over, he was still as tall as the huge wine barrel next to him.

With a wave of his hand, Diane opened the wooden lid of the barrel, and suddenly a richer aroma of wine emanated, and even soon spread to the outside, and the whole camp began to be filled with a mellow and rich aromatic aroma. It was a very rare, highly concentrated spirit, at least not found at any of the supply points and gathering places here on the Death Trade Route, and perhaps only at the end of the trade route.

"Some?" Diane asked Hatath.

When the poke was opened, Hatath's face actually turned a little pale, as he was well aware of the fatal attraction of the scent to the beast. At this moment, he didn't know what to say, because since he already knew that Edward and Diane were not small people, then he could only hope that Diane had enough strength to deal with the demonic beasts, rather than being stunned and ignorant of the death trade.

Of course, in fact, Hatas was destined to be disappointed.

Because whether it is Diane or Edward, they are indeed stunned.

It's just that their strength can indeed ignore all the demonic beasts of the entire Death Trade Route, even the ninth-level demonic beasts. As long as it wasn't a tenth-level divine beast appeared, Diane and Edward were fearless - but Edward in this state at the moment probably couldn't deal with a ninth-level demonic beast.

Soon, the three people in the tent began to drink.

As if they were venting, the three of them drank bowl after bowl. Probably because there were very few opportunities to drink and drink such a strong drink, Hatath quickly became drunk, and even because the barrel was so unique that the rest of the camp was drunk and fell asleep just by smelling the pervasive aroma.

In the entire camp, only Edward and Diane were still awake.

However, the faces of the two of them were a little too red.

"Demon drunk, this is not something that the Northern Duchy Federation has." Edward said lightly.

"You go to the outer continent, what is it if I go to the Emilia Empire once." Diane's voice was equally calm, "It's just a pity. ”

"Indeed." Edward nodded.

Both sides are very smart people, so there is no need to say something too clearly at all.

This is the first time the two of them have drunk together, but it should also be the last time the two of them drink together.

Maybe after tonight, the two of them will return to the previous hostile killing state. After all, Diane, as a follower of Enkos, signed a demonic contract with Enkos to pay for Diane's killing of Edward as the price of freedom - as long as Diane did not kill Edward for a day, he would always be a heretic, and he would be hunted down by all the ecclesiastical forces in the entire Miracle Continent, even by forces and organizations such as the Peace Council and other forces and organizations that crusade against heresy.

If he wants to return to a normal life, or if he wants to clear his name, then he can only kill Edward.

Moreover, this time, there will probably be no more people from the Morning Light Church to interfere.

And Diane, Uriel, who activated the awakened state, is at least a powerful existence of the sixteenth or even seventeenth order. Edward himself is a seventeenth-order existence, but as his battle time continues to prolong, he will completely enter the demon godification, and more people will definitely join the team chasing Edward at that time.

So, in order to avoid this, once Edward and Diane fight, then it must be a quick decision.

It can be predicted that when Edward and Diane face each other again, the battle will probably be more fierce and brutal than ever.

I don't know what came to mind, Diane suddenly raised her head in the bowl and drank it.

This made his face even more rosy.

Edward also threw his head up and drank it all.

"Won't you kill me now?" Edward asked.

"I was so badly injured at the beginning, did you do it?" Diane asked rhetorically.

"Hmph, although I am a demon god, I also have my own pride." Edward snorted coldly, "It's not my style to take advantage of people's danger. ”

"Oh." Diane dragged a long note, "Principled Demon God." ”

Demon gods are originally aimed at destruction and destruction, and it can be said that they are no different from demons.

In other words, there has never been such a thing as a "principle" for the Demon God.

Edward's face was very red, and he didn't know if it was because he drank too much wine or because he was annoyed by Diane's taunt.

"I'm also a principled person." Diane hiccuped, "Before I became a heretic, I was a knight. In the same way, my chivalry does not allow me to take advantage of others. …… This time, we're even. ”

Edward glanced at Diane and sneered, "If you don't do it now, you may not have such a good opportunity in the future." ”

"Sleepy." Diane didn't answer directly, but just lay down, probably thinking that the tent was too small, and there was a hatas in the tent, so he could only curl up, looking extremely uncomfortable, "Remember to remind me to buy a bigger tent tomorrow." ”

"What the hell are you here for?" Edward said angrily.

"Staring at you." Diane's voice was a little confused, "This old man is a good man, I'm afraid that he will fall for your tricks and become your tonic." (To be continued......)

PS: I love this chapter, and I hope you will enjoy it.