From the mouth of the old man Batary, it was learned that the high-grade arms flowing in North Abel did come from Vlaktu. More than 100 years ago, when the Lykos were sent back to Abel from Flaktu by Frews the Great, many Lykos secretly hid firearms made by the Sadro and brought them to their long-lost homeland.

Batray's father was one of them.

Batri relied on his appeal to unite all the Lycos who possessed Sadrow's firearms, and with the help of the dwarves, he made a simple modification of the firearm and created a production model, the captured spear based on the "-01" created by the Sadreos.

It's no wonder that Vickily is familiar with the construction of this firearm, which was the first "isomorphic ammunition" shotgun she learned to use while hunting with her father. The "" at the beginning of this model series is an abbreviation of the Valkyrie in Ice Mythology.

"It sounds ironic that a firearm in the name of 'Soul Hunter' has become the fangs of mercenaries." Vikily glanced at the spear placed in the corner of the carriage and sneered.

Draenor noticed the old man's gaze, and he silently looked at Yelena who was standing behind the crowd, his cloudy eyes full of indescribable sadness, he seemed to have seen this girl somewhere.

"Nephilip ......"

The old man stared at the thin figure in front of him, she looked as pure and flawless as an angel who had fallen into the mortal world, and her golden eyes were full of tenderness, like a lake reflecting the first day.

It stands to reason that even if Old Man Battery did not know Yelena's identity, he would inevitably be suspicious of her, and with the blood of the Elder King flowing through her body, any Lycos could smell the strange scent that faintly emanated from the air, like the fragrance of moss and aconitum mixed together.

"Are you...... King Will's daughter? Butry asked in a trembling voice.

Yelena fell into a panic for a moment, for fear that she would be hurt again because of this identity that was difficult to hide.

Draenor stepped forward and thought for a moment, and from the previous impression, it was not difficult to see that the old man and his wife were indeed the only people living in the mountains and forests, and he did not seem to be hostile to Yelena, but his eyes showed irrepressible affection.

"That's right, this child's name is Yelena, and she is the only surviving child of the Elder King. She had been deported by her father, and had been seized by the 'family' to be put on auction, and it seemed that there was no place for the poor girl. ”

Draenor intended to deliberately lure Butrie's thoughts, but he had already thought that if the old man could really treat Yelena gently, perhaps it would be a relatively safe way to hide her in the wilderness. Of course, all this is not something that can be done by oneself with a word, except for Butray's idea, it needs to be decided by Yelena herself.

"Like you said before, this train will take you and your group to Pyara sooner or later, right?" Old Rutney sat up on the bed, put his hands on his knees, looked up at Draenor and said,

"Of course, it's not realistic to take this little girl with her, she not only needs nutrients and water, but she also seems to have contracted a disease."

Hearing this, Vikily quickly turned her head to observe Yelena's thin body, she had only thought that Yelena was trembling because of hunger or fear, her body was indeed cold and abnormal, like a lamb that had just been rescued from an avalanche. As a graduate of the medical arts in Le Windry for many years, she was ashamed that she had not considered what kind of disease such a phenomenon could be.

"It seems that you strangers don't understand, if you don't mind, please take her to my house, and see if my old bones can help this little girl." Butter shook his head and said to the group.

It seemed a bit too much to continue to doubt the old man's identity, and Draenor motioned for Cooper to stay in the train, and took Yelena and followed the old man towards the hillside.

The route chosen by Old Man Butter was unusually hidden, the trail was like a wound cut across the hillside, and Draenor had to hold on to the trunk of the tree that grew diagonally on the ground to prevent it from tumbling down the hill. The old man walking in front of him was walking like a fly, and it seemed that he had long been accustomed to such a living environment.

"The train will not go any further, and the front is originally the Snowway mine, who knows that the overdevelopment will hollow out the mountain, even if there is only the front of the locomotive and the carriage, the road ahead may not be able to support it for too long." Butter said to the group, pointing to the track that was gradually extending into the distance.

The track in front of the train, which is less than 200 meters old, has some signs of depression, thinking of this, Draenor couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, he turned his head and frowned at Vekilico walking behind him, as if asking her, "Why did you choose this path?" ”

"What do you want me to do? Who left the train without fuel? I thought there was a lot of wood in this place, maybe I could collect some of it, and Boyara was right in front of me anyway, so it wouldn't be a big problem to delay for a while. Delaenor's look creeped Vicherile, and she quickly shrugged her shoulders and explained to him.

The crowd slowly crossed the hill, and the wooden house surrounded by mist finally appeared in front of them.

"Wang! Woo Woo ......"

The two hounds chained to the doorway smelled the stranger's breath and quickly got up from the ground, their black manes standing up on their backs, barking at the crowd.

"Seth, Castleler! Be quiet! These are the guests! Buttertree hurried over to the hounds and tugged at the chains that bound them.

Draenor was a little embarrassed, and although his mouth was full of disappointment in his offspring, the old man who lived with his wife in the woods still seemed to miss his two sons, and even borrowed their names to name his hounds.

"Don't think too much about it, I don't mean to insult my sons, I just hope that these guys can be with their elderly parents instead of them. But it turns out that in some ways dogs are much more reliable than people, at least they don't betray you......"

The old man touched the chins of the two hounds, untied the chains beside him, turned around and took out two dry bones from his bosom and threw them out. The hounds sprang out like a flew, and in a moment they ran back with their bones in their hands.

"No, no dog is smart, but that's not necessarily a bad thing." Vicilico continued with Old Man Butley's words.

Draenor didn't care about the meaningful conversation between the two, he just focused on observing the surroundings of the cabin. The whole house is made of cedar wood, which looks both rainproof and quite strong, the side of the wooden house is a sheepfold with a dozen or so goats, the door of the house is facing a stone well, and you can see a field more than ten meters wide when you look to the right side, it seems that the life of the old couple is quite comfortable.

"Are you sure your wounds are all right?" Draenor asked the old man tentatively.

"This? It's just a small matter, saber-toothed tigers are rarely seen around here, I just forgot to bring herbs to hide the smell when I went out. Butter re-chained the hound to the stake, turned to Draenor and said.

Jeanne then noticed a pungent smell around the house, and perhaps it was in this way that Old Man Battery protected this rare pure land from the attack of wild beasts.

In saying this, Draenor recalls the beast he had encountered, a bear-like beast with razor-like fangs, seemingly an ancient creature that had become extinct in the Canaanite world.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go to the field and pick some herbs." Butter flexed his shoulders and turned to walk towards the back of the house.

To be honest, in fact, Draenor also yearns for this kind of life away from the world, where people can perfectly integrate with nature, and live with only their own hands and the gifts of nature, which can be regarded as a way of life that is back to basics.

A bright red poppy was swaying in the wind at his feet, and it was supposed to have completely withered by the end of summer, but it was still in full bloom because of the strange climate here. He looked at the beautiful plant with a smile on his face.

"What a great place to live."

The old man heard Draenor's words and gradually stopped, and he looked up at the hill on the side of the shade, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Some people say that the forests of Posenli are forgotten corners of civilization, but in my opinion, this is a paradise for the recluse."