"They did have a chance to get rid of me, but they chose to let me go in order to prove that they were not hostile, and it seems that it doesn't hurt to believe them for the time being."

The woman thought for a moment and then sighed, slowly lowered her tense left arm, and walked downstairs with Jeanne.

The two of them walked out of the door, and the woman's outfit appeared in front of them. She wore an exotic robe embroidered with irregular stripes, barely revealing a close-fitting shirt underneath, like a nomad in the desert.

"Although I am not completely sure of your intentions, since you have spared me, it can be regarded as saving countless lives. I apologize to all of you for your previous actions. ”

The woman said as she removed the veil from her face, revealing a delicate and youthful face, white skin and a match of Vickyli's coexistence, and thick eyelashes gently concealing a pair of lake-blue eyes.

She didn't look like a Blood Sect, but she wasn't supposed to be a dark-skinned Lycos, and Vikily was a little confused, it was the first time she had seen such a face.

"You speak Mizaran very well, but you shouldn't be a Blood Sect, right?" Vikily asked tentatively.

A smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, and she pressed the knob of the crossbow in her arm, and Vikily immediately stepped back to raise her vigilance.

"Ah, don't worry, I'm just putting it away. My name is Mognolia, let's just call me Moran, I'm from the southern kingdom of Abel. When I saw you on the rooftop, I thought you were a Michalan speaking Vlaktu, right? ”

“ognolia”？ It sounds like the name of a flower, but if you smell it carefully, this woman does have a strong floral fragrance, and the fragrance that I smelled before should have emanated from her. Jeanne thought, but she cared more about the "magic" used by the woman before.

"I've never heard of that name, but it's great that you didn't continue to attack us, and it's nice to meet you, I'm Vicky Klose. This is Uncle Cooper, the one behind you is Miss Jeanne, and the one crouching on the ground is Draenau......"

Vicheri said, turning her head and slapping Draenor on the back, "Okay, how long do you want to pretend?" ”

Draenor grinned and turned around, Moran had seen an icicle pierce through his abdomen, but now it was only a little blood and a hole in his torn clothes.

"When we first met, you are really a 'passionate' girl!" Draenor touched his stomach and said with a wry smile.

Vikli sensed Moran's confusion and turned to explain to her, "You don't have to worry, there are some complicated reasons that cause this guy's physical function to be beyond ordinary people, and this small injury can't threaten his life." ”

What a bunch of amazing guys, dwarves, Lykos, blood sects, and a Canaanite who also looked extraordinary, I don't know if it was bad luck or luck to meet them.

"All in all, this place is not suitable for a long time, my camp is in front, please put away your weapons and come with me."

The crowd followed the girl named Moran through the street. A thin smoke rose from the ruins not far away, and when I got closer, I realized that it was indeed a camp with a simple layout, and there were about two dozen people here, men, women and children.

Moran gave a brief introduction to the oncoming residents, and then led the group to the campfire.

"Miss Moran, you have been strictly guarding that street, which means that the safety of your clan is very important to you, right?"

Draenor looked at his surroundings, it was a dead end, the end of the road was covered by collapsed rubble, leaving only a gap nearly five meters high. A few simple tents stand on the ground, and although there are empty houses around, it seems that these people are more accustomed to resting in groups.

"They are not from my clan, and in fact, they have no blood relationship with me." Moran looked back at the crowd, where the women sat by the buckets scrubbing their clothes, the men preparing fodder for the sheep, and the old men squatting on the side of the road watching the children playing.

"As you can see, they are a tribe of the Lykos, mostly Bedouins wandering in the desert. Many people left Snowway in the south and joined the tribe because they could not bear the war. ”

Moran said, brushing a strand of long hair through his slender fingers and hanging it over his ear, revealing a pointed ear like a willow leaf. At the end of the ear was an earring that shone like a mermaid's teardrop.

Draenor had noticed the difference in this girl before, her straight dark blonde hair adorned her handsome features, and the grit that remained between her hair was like holy dust from the sky. Especially the blue eyes that saw through the human accident, there must be countless men who are haunted by her.

Her body exudes the fragrance of flowers all the time, and her slack robe hides her slender body, like a white rose blooming in the desert, and like a star shining in the night.

"Mr. Delaenau, do you have anything to say?"

Jeanne's voice came from her ears, and Delano quickly shifted her gaze to the flock of sheep lazily munching hay on the side and asked Moran, "Huh?" Yes! So since you're going to graze, why don't you find a more suitable place to live? ”

Moran closed his eyes, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"We have tried, and before this we have traveled almost all of the north, and we can only stay here for a while. Maybe you're right, we'll consider moving in a while. We have plenty of food, so let's eat some together later. As she spoke, she threw a piece of wood into the campfire and got up and walked towards the crowd.

"Celestial Spirit ......"

Vikily muttered as if she were talking to herself, but she didn't expect the words that came out of her mouth to attract Moran's attention.

She paused, hesitated for a moment, and then turned her head to prove her conjecture to Viklico.

"That's right, I'm a Vantia from the Kingdom of Garavar, which is what you call the Celestial Spirit Clan."

Vikily remembered the legend she had read in her father's notes that after the humans left Eden, the angels' descendants became the only inhabitants of Eden, who inherited the angels' powers and established the Garden of Eden as a kingdom shrouded in light, Garawal.

"Then why did you leave your kingdom and go north to help these Lycos?"

Because of her previous encounters, Vikliko left a shadow on the Lycos of Abel, believing that it was the herbs that Uno's use that night had turned him into a vicious werewolf. Although these people seem to be unhostile at the moment, they should still be cautious.

Moran shrugged helplessly, lifted his fingers to pull his long hair up, and removed the sapphire earrings. The mark with the eerie stripes slowly revealed, like a curse that had been deliberately carved.

"Who Made Us All Outcasts"

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