The carriage passed through the cave and followed the convoy to a makeshift camp, where the coachman unreined the two horses and fed them a few mouthfuls of good fodder.

Vickyrico doesn't seem to have any coins with her. She pulled a scroll out of her bag, which Draenor thought was supposed to be a check. The coachman took the scroll and looked at it carefully, and smiled excitedly.

"Thank you, Miss, in fact, only fifty herbes is enough." The coachman said.

"It's okay, this check is equivalent to 6,000 hepecks, which is about a month's worth of income. Listen man, I need you to continue to do us a favor. Vicky said.

"What's the rush? You can speak. The coachman asked respectfully.

"You see, we're going around the outskirts of the city to the coast of Esso, roughly near the port of Sucanlitan." Vikiriko said, pulling out a map scroll and pointing to a port along the coast.

"Ahh .... Military fortresses of the Empire..... If this is discovered, it will be convicted of trespassing into the Imperial Fortress without permission! When the coachman heard the name "Sukanlitan", he was shocked.

"Hey, hey! You calm down and be quiet. Don't worry, put us 5 kilometers away from the port, and you can take the 6,000 yuan and run back to Hecheng for a good vacation. Of course, you can turn around and go back now, so that you can pay fifty Herbie, as you said. ”

As the saying goes, money can make the devil grind, and the coachman finally failed to resist the temptation and pulled the two into the car. The carriage quietly bypassed the attention of the camp patrol and headed northeast along a wild road.

It took almost two hours to get on the bus. The average person can't stand a 6-hour carriage ride in a day, and Delano is no exception.

Although the high-end spring seats were very comfortable to sit on, Draenor was already feeling a little irritated inside. He was about to talk to Vickyly a little more, only to find that the girl had fallen asleep by the window with her hair disheveled.

She is usually cheerful and strict at times, after all, she is also a girl, no matter how mature she usually is, but she is still a teenager.

Thinking so inwardly, Draenor took off his coat and draped it lightly over Viklico's body. Looking out the window at the flickering sunlight through the shade of the trees, he remembered his fellow men on the ship, and Sister Hedwin, were they still alive? Or how many people survived?

Thinking about it, the days spent with his comrades-in-arms appeared in front of him, with joyful songs and celebrations, as well as cruel war smoke.

After discovering that there are survivors, will Vicilico help them? Or will they give up on Draenor and send him back to his cruel life?

Although Vikli is kind-hearted, after a short time together, Draenor also knows that the reason why her kindness can be so pure is because she is confident no matter what difficult situations she encounters, and she always maintains a high level of sanity.

"Alas, everything is still unknown." Draenor sighed silently.

After so many years on the battlefield, Draenor has survived unhealthy because he has tried to avoid the worst no matter what situation he encounters.

His comrades-in-arms said that he had strong luck to protect him. But only he knows that in the process of everything developing over time, every second of your actions will affect the next second. So even if you know the end is a tragedy, you will minimize the loss and damage because of every second of unremitting rescue.

When you get used to this way of acting and thinking, it is not so much about being protected by strong luck, but rather about understanding the movement of luck.

But ever since he was rescued by Viklily, he felt that he could no longer control his fate.

From that moment on, his luck became unknown, and Draenor himself felt very powerless, but perhaps it was this unknown of the future that ordinary people should have about their fate.

Draenor's mind was now covered with a thick veil of the future, and he put down the book of poems in his hand, and fell asleep with his head down.

The two of them slept in the carriage for more than an hour, and the car also entered the downhill road and began to accelerate slowly.

As the coachman tried to pull in the reins to slow the carriage down, a huge spruce on the side of the road suddenly fell to the ground, impartially blocking the road ahead.

The carriage could not stop at high speed, and with the scream of the coachman, the whole carriage crashed into the thick tree trunk, and the carriage spun in the air for half a circle because of the inertia that tore the wooden beam connected to the horse, and fell heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, the interior of the carriage is made of metal as a single piece and does not fall apart. The two of them were suddenly thrown into the air and fell to the ground as they fell asleep, and before he could open his eyes, Draenor felt a sharp pain burning his nerves.

He slowly opened his eyes and found that the entire carriage had been turned upside down. Draenor immediately reacted to what had happened, turning his head to find that Viklico was lying motionless in the carriage with a bright red face.

"Hey, Viklico! Feed! No matter how much he shouted, Viklily didn't react, and she fell into a coma when she hit her head on the metal frame of the window at the moment of the carriage was hit.

Draenor stretched out his right hand to test Viklico's breath, but unfortunately the poor girl's breath was completely gone. But Draenor didn't give up, he pressed his fingers against the pulse of Viklico's neck, great! She still had a faint heartbeat.

That's when Draenor realizes that his other arm is broken and deformed, and he endures the pain and tries to open the deformed car door. But with the strength of his arm, he couldn't open the stuck iron. He lifted his legs and kicked the door open.

Draenor turned around and took Viklico's body in his arms, and he struggled to climb out the door. Turning back, he saw that the horses and the coachman had struck a giant sequoia that had fallen in the middle of the road, motionless.

"Damn..... What should I do?" Draenor picked up the dying Viklico, who didn't care about the scars and fractures on his body, and just wanted to find a doctor to save his benefactor's life. He tore open the cuffs to stop the bleeding on Viklico's forehead and bandaged it briefly.

Suddenly, several figures shone on Draenor's body, and he turned his head alertly, but he couldn't see each other's faces clearly because of the strong sunlight.

"Today is another bumper harvest! Hahahaha...," the men laughed.

One of the strong men in a black beret slowly approached Draenor with a crowbar, "Boy, take it easy and go on sleeping well!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Draenor felt a strong feeling of vertigo echoing in his skull, his eyes blackened and he lost consciousness, and he fell to the ground heavily.