After passing through the barrier, the two headed north until nightfall.

In the evening, the two found a huge fallen oak tree on the side of a low-lying river embankment, and set up a campfire there temporarily.

At this time, it had been almost two hours since Viklico had left to hunt in the mountains, and Draenor, who had been alone by the campfire, was starting to feel uneasy again.

Just before Draenor was throwing the thirteenth log into the campfire, Viklico's voice came from the shore.

"Excuse me, is it okay to take a hand? I'm still tired from dragging it all this far by myself! ”

When Draenor got closer, she was dragging a huge avian with nearly two meters of legs, a huge body covered in hard feathers, and the head of a bird of prey on its neck more than a meter long.

"It's ...... Moa!? "Draenor was incredible, he had read about this prehistoric creature in newspapers and picture books as a child, but it had been completely extinct since 2 million years ago, but this terrifying giant creature was now lying in front of his eyes.

"Hmm... Let's sort of sort of it, let's call it Titanis Falger, which is almost like a titan bird. The birds migrate from the far north in autumn to the area, and the number of birds is so numerous that it almost becomes a disaster, and they will run into the fields and peck at the livestock to destroy the crops.

"This is a freshly moulted cub, it fell off a cliff and fell into the river, it's a bit of a waste not to eat it, hehe..."

Vicky seemed to be saying something horrible in a cute tone, but since it was meat delivered to the door, Draenor drew her spear and sword and began to disintegrate.

The roasted meat slowly develops the characteristic aroma of poultry fat, and it smells like a turkey that has just been served out of the oven.

"Well, wait another twenty minutes and you should be able to eat." Vickyli licked her upper lip with her tongue and said happily.

This magical girl seemed to be able to adapt to whatever environment she was in, but even if she was sleeping in the wilderness in rags like this, Draenor could see the smile on her face, a smile that only someone with an extremely pure and kind heart could have.

"I say," Draenor asked tentatively, "what do you think about Balespine saying you're a vampire?" ”

"Huh?"

This question seemed to be unexpected by Vikirico, her expression was a little more serious, and she stared at the campfire and said,

"Generally, she's right."

"I mean, what other secrets did you not tell me? I may not have the right to ask you that, but I didn't even know your age or your identity until after living with you for so long. ”

Draenor spoke with a hint of disappointment and frustration in his tone, knowing that this kind and innocent girl was actually using this innocence to hide her endless secrets.

"You saved me, and I will not betray you. I hope you can trust me and tell me your story, right? Draenor continued.

Although he didn't tell his story in detail, Draenor felt that Viklico seemed to be able to see through everything he had been through:

His tragic childhood, his career, until he was shipwrecked and fell into the deep sea and was rescued by her.

Vichery reads his life like a ghost in a dream, and Draenor senses it, and she doesn't seem to hide it.

Hearing this, the smile on Viklico's face completely disappeared, and she didn't want to continue to hide it.

"I also discovered it a long time ago that I have a wonderful ability after falling asleep. You should feel it, I can appear in other people's dreams. It's not a coincidence, it's that I can really read other people's life memories, and sometimes even see what will happen in the future. But this ability is beyond my control, and it hasn't been seen for almost 80 years until I met you. I haven't told anyone else about it either, and you're the first to know about it except my blood relatives. ”

She took a deep breath, ready to tell Draenor what she wanted to know, about her own "story".

"But I'm not the one who suddenly turned into a legendary vampire one day because of some dark magic, as you might think. Actually, I was born that way.

On October 28, 1598, I was born in an ancient city called Yexing Ode in the Nikanlos Empire.

Like you Canaanites, we own lands, kings, people, and families, and we reproduce by procreation.

In fact, our ancestors and your Canaanite ancestors were born of the same couple, but one went to the light and the other went into the abyss. ”

The moonlight shone through the clouds on Viklico's flaxen-colored curls, and for a moment, Draenor seemed to see the mythical saint again.

"The vampires you call are just a generic term for us with a sense of ambiguity and contempt. We prefer to call ourselves Homo Desmodus, according to the canonical scientific name in the history books, or "Blood Sect" for short.

Our continent Vlaktu was created by the Creator before the disappearance and before the beginning of the Age of Miracles, and legend has it that he used a giant axe to split a rift in Canaan, and the broken continent drifted to the sea, becoming the Vlaktu now known as the Broken Land, and the Nikanlos Empire is one of the four great empires in the history of Vlaktu.

And I am the granddaughter of the fourth emperor of the Nikanlos Empire, Frews the Great. Klose. ”

Draenor listened quietly to the story about Viklico, and sure enough, her background was not as simple as it seemed. It is even enough to be called a generation of legends.

"Then since you are the emperor's granddaughter, you are naturally a nobleman. Why go to all the trouble of trying to get out of here and go to the human world? Delaeno was puzzled by the contradictions in his mind.

"Although in the first ten years, I felt the happiness brought by prosperity and wealth. But I knew in my heart that this wasn't the life I needed to live. There is a greater mission waiting for me to accomplish. ”

Viklico's eyes gleamed beautifully in the light of the campfire.

"Humans and the Blood Sect are originally of the same origin, but why do they have to regard each other as natural enemies? After more than 1,000 years of evolution, almost all the blood sects except for the evil beasts of the south [Azra Alliance] have abandoned the bloodthirsty habit of sustenance with the help of angels, and we have become [Misareans] according to the will of the creator god, and have relied on medicine and firm faith to change our destiny - we are no longer bloodthirsty, no longer have a terrifying and hideous appearance, but have gained the right to live in the sun like humans.

So, I hope to make a little bit of an effort to slowly reach out to the people of Canaan, to help them, to make them feel the change that we have. ”

All the mysteries were solved with these words, and Draenor felt in his heart that the image of Viklico was no longer mysterious, but a respectable, ancient being.

"So, I went to study in Riwendry, where I felt the kindness in the hearts of other peers and the desire for peace. After graduating, I made up my mind to leave Vlaktu and go to Canaan.

During the 5 years I lived in Canaan, I searched for a missing blood relative, and used this as an excuse to explore Canaan, which was mysterious to Vlaktu. From this point of view, it's about the same as what you think of Vlaktu, hahaha. ”

Vicilico did think so, and Canaan had almost forgotten about the existence of Vlaktu, who had also been cut off from the world of Canaan.

But countless Canaanites wanted to come to this adventurer's paradise after learning about Vraktu, and Misarians like Viklik had a vision for the beautiful Canaan.

Draenor was well aware of what she said, that despite the harsh natural conditions, it was home to paleontology and plants that had disappeared in other corners of the world, and that would surely enchant countless Canaanite paleontologists; Advanced technology and biology will also become a miraculous existence in the hearts of Canaanite people.

"Then why are these two worlds cut off?" Draenor wondered, "Isn't there a way to accept each other?" ”

"It's not easy," Viklily replied.

"Although the Canaanites have all but forgotten the existence of Vlaktu, the horrors of the Bloodline have always taken root among the people. In their hearts, it was the fear brought about by these legends that made the Blood Sect really exist in their world, in their nightmares.

We Misareans have cut ourselves off from the beasts of the South, but we also know that none of this is enough to atone for the sins of history. When Canaan comes into contact with our world again, fear can only breed fear because of the unknown, and in the end, endless wars will be born. ”

Vickyrie is sad and powerless to tell the brutal truth.

She approached Draenor's side and bit her finger open.

Drops of blood fell into the flames, humming like torment. Vicky Ke looked up at Draenor with beautiful, sad eyes:

"It's not anyone's fault, and it's not something that anyone can easily change. It's a curse, it's a scar...... It is a wound of divine punishment that is deeply rooted in the hearts of people in both worlds.

It is the sin that is seared in the blood of the Vlaktu, and it is the fear that is rooted in the soul of the Canaanites, which is passed down endlessly from generation to generation......"