Great surprise, great joy, great sorrow.

The stone man got into the carriage, and this time no one dared to stop him, "Drive!" He was indeed a good charioteer.

The carriage headed north, and the procession of hundreds of people followed.

Along the way, the carriage drove smoothly, so Carl also slept soundly.

It can be seen that the stone man has driven the carriage for many years. In the past, the car was full of stones, but now it is a person.

The Stone Man has no name, he was born in a quarry where all the workers were prisoners and were sent to the quarry for hard labor for violating the laws of the Radiant Empire. So his mother was also a slave, but no one knew who his father was.

All the men there claimed to be his father, but none of them treated him like him, and the favorite pastime was to get together and laugh and call him a little bastard, and to be proud of having insulted his mother.

He survived like a dog, kicked around on the ground like a dog. Because he was not a prisoner, he was not numbered, so there was no food for him. He survived because people gave him food like dogs. He was going to kneel on the ground as if he were enough, and eat the food that people had stepped on under their feet.

So he has been malnourished since he was a child, and he has a yellow face and thin muscles. But at the same time, he also has to share the work of the experts day and night. Horse-drawn carts loaded with stones were transported from the quarries to the surrounding towns, making many trips a day.

Growing up in this environment, he had limited access to knowledge. He didn't even know how he came to be, and he didn't know that the woman was his mother.

He actually deserved to die, even his mother wished he was dead, so it was a miracle that he survived.

Perhaps it is the human instinct to survive, and the harsher the environment, the more it has created his tenacious vitality.

Every night he spent his days curled up in a hole in the rock, waking up in a flood that often did not submerge when it rained. What he admired most from a young age was that the adults could live in a shack with lights on, even though it was a place where no one wanted to live, but it was heaven for him.

At first, he tried to get closer, but was brutally kicked away. So he had to secretly retreat back into the stone hole again.

Unexpectedly, it was the woman who died first, and it was from that time that he heard from the mouths of the men that the woman who died was his mother.

He wasn't sad at all, or he didn't know why.

He doesn't shed tears, so people kick him, stone him, and call him a dog mongrel. He had no choice but to hide, in a deep hole in the rock. There was nothing to eat, so he had to eat dirt, stones, and everything that could fit into his mouth.

Later, he became strange and his skin began to look like a stone. But he kept hiding in a hole in the stone, and no one found him.

Until one day, the cave was dug and people found him again.

But no one knew him anymore, and the people said that he was a monster, and they besieged him, and tried everything they could to kill him.

So he ran away later, and he was forced to kill a lot of people.

When he left the quarry, he found that he didn't fit in with the world, he wasn't human, but he still longed to be like an ordinary person.

He joined the Arcane Cult and was said to be able to help him transform back into a human, but in order to master the mysteries of magic, he had to kill Karl, so he came here.

Driving, he did his old job again, but this time he didn't have to be beaten up for not returning to the quarry on time.

He couldn't help but glance back, and through a curtain, there had never been any sound in the carriage.

However, he must kill the person inside, and he must become a human no matter what, which is the only yearning he has in this life.

However, the day was calm and calm, and it was close to evening when the carriage was stopped by a man.

This man was young, only in his twenties, dressed in a black suit, and carrying a saber on his shoulder, which was seven feet long.

Although he didn't say a word, the murderous aura had spread out from all over his body, and the leaves rustled in the wind, but the hand he held the knife was always steady. His gaze seemed to penetrate the carriage and he looked straight ahead.

"Who are you?" the stoneman only tugged at the reins, and the horse seemed frightened, swaying under its hooves.

He didn't answer, because he had come to kill, and he didn't have to say a lot to kill, and he couldn't even see the coachman in his eyes, only the man he was going to kill sitting in the carriage.

With a slight force in his hand, the slasher rotated 180 degrees in the air with his shoulders around the axis, flush with his body, and pulled into a straight line.

Shoot straight into the carriage with the momentum of a meteor catching the moon.

The knife is fast, the person is faster.

Only two clicks were made, and the person was already shot three feet away.

Although his knife was very long, it was only a knife after all, and the only person who killed Carl was himself, so the stone man did not hesitate to punch to meet him.

He thought his body was invulnerable, so his fists would be able to block all the blades, but he was wrong.

The big knife of chopping horses is like a long rainbow through the sun, a stone arm collapses inch by inch, the gravel flies, and the knife momentum does not decrease.

He actually bled out, he hadn't bled in years.

Blood splattered along with the rubble, but the snow-white blade was spotless.

He seemed to be humiliated, and although the knifeman had severed his arm, he never looked at him the whole time, and he kept staring at the curtain of the carriage.

"Landslide!" The skill he had just comprehended was used again, and the gravel instantly reversed direction and quickly gathered towards the swordsman.

However, the other party was much stronger than he expected, and the long knife danced countless lights and shadows in an instant, and every stone that was forcing him was neatly cut in half.

The knife man didn't take this coachman seriously, but since he had stopped his pace this time, it was not bad for this knife.

He stabbed backhand, and the tip of the knife was pushed against the stone man's neck.

The head fell off, and naturally he couldn't get it back, and the stone man knew that he was going to die, because he couldn't withstand the knife.

The knife was so fast that no one would be able to help him stop it.

The saber slashed down hard and accurately.

I only heard a crisp sound of "click", and the blade was broken in two.

Not only these two people, but all the pursuers who followed the carriage and were about to arrive saw this strange scene.

As the twilight approached, a spark sparkled slightly in the air.