The group followed the instructions on the map all the way to the south, and the street in front of them became wider.

The buildings, the bazaar, the carriages, the signposts, all remain as they were, and the style of these buildings is very different from that of Nicandros, with less metal trim, mostly made of wood and stone bricks, and the streets are relatively wider. But Delano knew the biggest difference between this place and Nikanlos - there were no inhabitants here.

People vanished into every corner of the town, no sign of panic, no devastation from the fighting, not even a trace of dry bones. Every corner of the road was covered with dirt, and countless shards of glass were embedded in the curbs.

Draenor regretted it a little, why did he play handsome before, saying "try everything"? This city is like a tomb, and I don't know when a ghost will come out.

"Are you still ready to go?" Vicilico looked back at Draenor, who was hesitant, her eyes full of doubt, and Draenor quickly quickened her pace to catch up.

"I'm just wondering what happened in this place." Draenor replied calmly, hiding his fear.

Vikliko shrugged her shoulders and turned her head to walk on. She was also flustered by the eerie atmosphere here, but she would have made the same decision as Draenor herself. It's just that there has never been any living creature in this vicinity, and only the invisible dead silence lingers nearby.

"Wait a minute......" Jeanne suddenly stopped where she was, and everyone was alerted by her reaction. She approached a carriage on the side of the road, sniffing carefully with her eyes closed.

"Like...... It's my kindred. Jeanne was a little puzzled, although she knew that the continent of Abel was home to all the Lycos, and most of them still had their own country here, but why the smell was so faint, as if she was deliberately trying to avoid passers-by.

"It's good now...... Vicilico grabbed the shaft of the spear behind her back, taking a closer look at her surroundings.

There was nothing in the vicinity, Draenor was pretty sure, inside the wide open window, behind the half-hidden door, and the carriage, and there was no movement around, but the smell was vague but it was there.

"Damn...... Could it be that werewolves are ambushing here? He told Vicilico that while he was sure, he didn't want his assumptions to be confirmed.

"No, they've been gone for a long time, and there are children, and gangsters won't come here with children." Jeanne carefully discerned the sparse scents in the air, some smells, and presumably babies.

Draenor was puzzled, according to Cooper and Viklico, the werewolves had their own land, so why would they drag their families to the dead city of Tumolahan in the north?

There is no other shortcut, he must continue to move on with everyone.

Draenor gestured towards Vekirico, and she nodded knowingly, moving with the others against the side building.

Jeanne felt the smell gradually become clearer, not only the smell of her kindred, but also a distinctly fishy smell. As far as she knew, the nearest body of water around it was only a swamp a dozen kilometers away, and this smell should not be in the ruins of the city.

Suddenly there was movement around the corner of the street, and the sound sobbed rhythmically, echoing around the corner. Jeanne's instincts were not wrong – it was a baby's cry.

"Miss Vicki......" Jeanne turned her head to wait for Viklico's command, but she saw Viklico standing there and shook her head.

"But that's a child!" Jeanne couldn't bear to let go of a crying baby like this.

"I know it's because there's a kid that I won't let you go." Viklico's decisions were rarely wrong, and she was pretty sure how a baby's cry could be heard for no reason in such an abandoned corner of the city. This is undoubtedly a trap.

The baby's cry grew louder and louder, and gradually became a hysterical wail. The cry writhed in Jeanne's chest like a blade, and she gritted her teeth and sighed.

“…… I'm sorry, Miss Vicky. As soon as she finished speaking, Jeanne got up and rushed down the alley around the corner along the cry.

"Jeanne? Damn it! Draenor hurriedly followed the others towards her, the surrounding buildings staring at the figures, and they changed direction around the corner and ran towards the alleyway.

Jeanne's figure appeared next to a dry well, and a woman squatting beside her was hiding her face and crying, and she sensed the approach of everyone, and quickly got up and rushed into Jeanne's arms.

"Holy Spirit above, save my son! Please! It seems that this woman has no possibility of attacking, and Vichery can signal the crowd not to act rashly.

"Calm down, ma'am! Your child, where is he? Jeanne hugged the woman, trying her best to keep her calm.

The woman peeked out of her long sleeve and pointed her right hand at the dry well beside her.

"There! I wanted to take him to find water, but I didn't notice him for a while, and he fell into the well, so please kind friends, can you help me get him out? The woman's eyes were like fountains of tears, almost soaking Jeanne's blouse, and Jeanne turned to walk towards the well.

"Jeanne!" Viklily stopped Jeanne and stepped forward to gently push her and the woman to Draenau's side, and she walked to the side of the well and looked down.

The child's cry was heard again, and the source of the sound was indeed under the well, and there was a sound of the barrel being struck, and it seemed that the child had fallen into the bucket below.

"You know, just pull him up with a rope, right? You're her mother, why don't you try to save him yourself? Vicky still stared at the woman with suspicion.

The woman ripped off the sleeve of her left arm, revealing a severed arm.

"Trust me! I'm not a bad person! My arm was cut off and I didn't have the strength to pull the bucket. Please, Miss, save him! The woman almost fainted from crying, and Draenor rushed to the well.

"Vicky, no matter how much you question it, I think you're wrong this time." He gave Viklico a cold look, reaching out and grabbing the rope.

As he tugged at the rope with both hands, a wooden bucket was gradually lifted from the other end of the well, in which a baby in a small leather garment was struggling.

The woman hurriedly rushed over, picked up her child, and caressed it in her arms.

"Son! My son! Thank you so much, kind strangers, I really don't know how to repay you! The woman held the baby in one arm and kissed it again and again, bowing to the crowd again and again.

Vikily was still a little uneasy, and though it was only for a moment, she was sure she could see clearly when the child was lifted from the well—there was not a single scar on the child's body.

"Fortunately, we arrived in time, and it seems that Jeanne made the right choice." Draenor looked at Vikilico with disappointment, and took off his coat and draped it over the child.

The woman was stunned for a few seconds at that moment, then raised her head and said to Draenor, "Good sir, the smell of this dress is so unique, you must have been born into a wealthy family, right?" ”

Draenor thought of what the scent the woman was referring to, the scent masking he had re-sprayed after washing his clothes. I have to say that the faint scent of lavender is indeed somewhat charming. But he couldn't tell her where the smell came from, so he kept silent.

"It seems to be true, but I have nothing to repay you, I only have a pocket watch on me, if you can see it, please accept a piece of my heart!"

As she spoke, the woman placed the child in Jeanne's arms, and with one arm took out a delicate round pocket watch, which shimmered in the sunlight and shone golden, and looked like a gold watch of great price. Before Draenor could react, the woman tucked the watch firmly into Draenor's pocket.

"By the way, my village is nearby, can you come with me if you want? When you hear about this, you'll be treated to it! ”

The woman didn't seem to have any ill intentions, and Draenor ignored Vekirico's gesture and smiled and said, "If you don't cause trouble to the villagers, we'll be happy to do so." ”

"Great, then please come with me!"

The woman led the group across the street corner, towards an abandoned village. Vekily remained silent silent, even though it was suspicious, and the fact that she was only seeing a disabled mother and his young child made her wonder if her instincts had gone wrong.

Draenor broke the silence and walked over to the woman, "Ma'am, we don't know your identity yet. ”

The woman seemed to be reminded by him, and quickly turned her head to answer him,

"My name is Agata and we are villagers in the southern country of Snowway, and a few months ago there was a war in our country and many people were displaced like us. Many of my people were killed in the process, but only me, my son, and the remaining dozen or so survived. It's a bit self-deprecating, but now we're just lost dogs."

The woman who called herself Agata recounted her sad past, the severed leg of her left arm swaying slightly, and Vikily noticed the hideous scar left by the stitches. What worries her the most is why the natives of Abel are so proficient in speaking Misarean?

"It's so unfortunate, I'm sorry." War again, Draenor had had enough of the word, and in his eyes the horror of the word "war" even surpassed the torture of the curse.

"So, you should be Lycos, right?" Cooper asked, craned his neck and stepped forward.

"Yes......" said Agata as she put her arms around the child, who slept soundly in her arms, and Jeanne's heart melted at the sight of the lovely appearance.

"Looks like you've met your kindred, Jeanne." Delaeno turned to Jeanne and smiled.

"Ah, rude Lady Agatta, my name is Jeanne, and I am a descendant of Lycos who grew up in Vlactu." Jeanne stared at the baby and quickly refreshed herself to introduce herself to Agata in high spirits.

"You too...... Lycos? Agata seemed a little surprised, Jeanne is usually very hygienic, so the smell on her body is very faint, so she does not notice it for a while.

"Is there anything wrong?" Jeanne said nervously that it was the first time she had seen her kindred in a different continent, for fear that something would be wrong.

"Ah, nothing, I'm honored to know you, fellow Ricoth!" Agata shook her head and smiled at Jeanne.

Vikiriko was still staring at the wound on Agatta's severed arm, and she finally asked, "It's a bit rude, but can you tell us how your arm was cut off?" ”

Draenor quickly turned to stare at Viklico, who had already felt guilty for blaming this lady before, and he didn't want Viklico to say anything rude.

"Well, that was a long time ago, when the tribes of the south attacked our main city, and I had my arm cut off by a saber while fleeing. But it's okay now, it's just a little inconvenient. The woman smiled and explained to Vickyrico.

"You speak Misarian very well, but it's probably not your native language, is it?"

The woman seemed stunned for a second or two, then cleared her throat and replied, "Our ancestors have not long returned from Vlaktu, and many of us have forgotten their native language, so we will communicate in Misarian when necessary. ”

When necessary? So how did she know what language the group was communicating? As if foreseen, this answer is too far-fetched.

"What a misfortune...... Vickily noticed Draenor's frowning brow, and simply stopped asking.

A woman named Agata led Draenor and his party into the village, and it was a bit of a puzzle that the village was also dead silent.

The woman sensed everyone's suspicions, and she sat down unhurriedly with the child in her arms, "Ah, we have been short of food lately, except for the rest of my village, who have gone hunting in the jungle, and should be back soon." ”

Draenor expected to be greeted with the warmth as the woman had said, but he didn't expect this to be the scene in the village. According to Agata there should have been a dozen people in the village, and five or six houses had been simply renovated, and there were indeed traces of people living there.

"You should be tired, if you don't mind, please go to the humble house and rest for a while." Agata said as he walked to the door, pushing it open with his severed arm.

The room was unusually simple, with no lights or decorations, except for a few random chairs by a dilapidated and dusty fire, which seemed to be simple furniture.

As soon as Draenor moved a chair and sat down, he heard shouting from the door.

“arqiata！”

The woman pushed open the door at the sound of the call, and a dozen people walked through the forest towards the village.

"It's my people, they're back!" The woman placed the child in the cradle and beckoned to Draenor and the group.

Draenor walked out of the house, and was greeted by a group of scrawny Lycos, much darker than Jeanne's, with brown pupils in their eyes, and swords and farming tools in their hands.

The woman communicated something to one of the men in a strange language, and even Jeanne, who was also from Lycos, did not understand their language, a bit like the Lycos she used, but there were slight differences in grammar and some of the words.

"I see, it seems that we can communicate in the Messisaline for a while." The man walked up to Draenor and kindly extended his right hand, "My name is Uno, and I am the leader of this tribe for the time being, thank you for saving my son." ”

Draenor also replied politely with his right hand outstretched, "Gestures, it's a pleasure to meet you and your people, Mr. Uno. ”

Uno commanded the people behind him in a strange language, turned and stretched his arms into the house, "Tired along the way, aren't you?" The Humble House is a bit shabby, but we hope you can rest for a while, and dinner will be ready soon. ”

Everyone went back to the house and sat down, but Vikli Ke remained standing by the window and did not dare to move. A man named Uno spoke fluent Misarian and conversed with Draenor.

"It's true, we've been running out of water lately. The waters near the jungle were polluted, so I simply asked my wife to take the children to the well in the city to try my luck. I didn't expect her to let the child fall into the bottom of the well for a while, and I am very grateful to have you to help. ”

The man said to Draenor, and Vicilia noticed that he would stop and look at the lady next to him for a moment after he finished speaking, as if he were a prisoner confessing to someone, which made people feel a little weird.

"Madame Agata has already explained to us, but this pocket watch, we can't accept such a valuable item." As soon as Draenor reached out to reach for the gold watch in his arms, the leader grabbed his arm.

"Hey, no need, no need, since it's Madame's heart, I don't have anything to say. It's lost its value in this wasteland, but if it can be used as a tool to help you, please put it away. The leader watched as Draenor's hand pulled out of his pocket, and seemed relieved.

The lady turned and went out as if eagerly to say something to the villagers, only to see that they began to stir, and ran to the next house with their tools in hand. It looked like a huge kitchen, but there was no livestock or grass around, and it seemed that as the leader and Agata had said, food was scarce.

"Ah, please don't be nervous, we can still find a way to prepare a dinner for you despite our lack of food." The leader noticed Viklico's serious expression and quickly turned to explain to her.

"If it's not particularly troublesome, please please, we've been hungry enough all the way." Vicilico squeezed out an unnatural smile and continued with the leader's words, but she still hadn't completely let her guard down in her heart, carefully observing the movements of the people around her through the doors and windows.

"Perhaps, I'm really a little anxious." She moved a chair and sat down, listening carefully to the conversation between Draenor and the tribal leader.

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