Cooper and Jeanne stayed near the train to collect as many branches as they could replace fuel, while Delaenor and Viklico took the ragged Yelena and headed towards the vague house in the distance.

I've heard that the temperature drops a little bit for every 100 meters above sea level, and I can't remember exactly how much, but the altitude of 3,000 meters has changed the surrounding environment from a hot desert to a cold forest.

"Ahh Yelena couldn't help but sneeze and turned around like a small animal and burrowed into Vikilic's arms.

In fact, Draenor's body temperature was obviously much higher in comparison, but there was something really wrong with holding a little girl in his arms, Draenor shrugged his shoulders, took the pre-prepared blanket from his waist and draped it over Yelena's body.

Vickily was a little surprised by her sudden gentle gesture, she raised her head and smiled evilly at Draenor and said, "Don't look at your stupid big body, you are really good at dealing with girls." ”

“…… Can you save some energy? If you don't speak, no one will treat you like a dumb person. Draenor suddenly felt a little overwhelmed by Vicilico's words, and he quickly withdrew his hands and returned to his original position.

"Hahaha, I'll be serious! Hey, don't you think that the two of us just took Yelena to walk in the deep mountains and old forests, and there really was a sense of déjà vu for a family of three fleeing? Vicili joked more aggressively at Draenor, and even Jelena, who was hiding in her arms, blushed a little.

"Hmm...... You're right about anything. ”

Draenor walked ahead without looking back and said, "Déjà vu"? Is that a new word in the Missaline? All in all, he didn't want to pay attention to Vicielly's boring jokes, even if he was really part of a family of three, he had some hope that the person holding the child would be the gentle and kind Jeanne.

The deeper you go into the forest, the more rugged the road becomes, and apart from the slowly rising smoke, there is no sign of human habitation nearby. The sun was already shining through the treetops, and when Draenor opened his pocket watch, it was already ten o'clock in the morning, and the morning fog should have cleared a long time ago, but he still couldn't see things in the distance.

The sight reminded Viklico of her hometown, Degas, where the morning when the sun had just risen, and the fog would fill the forests of the hills.

At that time, she liked to ride a horse with her father into the dense forest to hunt, the humid air was mixed with the unique fragrance of the forest, and his father would tell her wonderful stories about what happened in the forest. But in fact, there are only two or three rare opportunities in total, and even if you are alone in the dense forest of Degas, you also feel like you are in poetry and painting.

The three of them continued along the mountain path, as if it had rained a while ago, leaving a pair of footprints on the mossy and wet dirt, and Draenor might slip and roll down the mountain if he didn't pay attention.

"Actually, we paused twice last night." Vicilico said as she walked behind her.

"Now it's the second time. The first time we found that there were two tracks in front of us, one leading directly to the town, which seemed to be the main city of Boyara; The second one came here, and the tracks were a little rusty, and it seemed that this route was just as inaccessible before the war. ”

Draenor lifted his firebolt sideways and pointed his scope in the direction of Viklico's finger and looked into the distance, although the branches of the trees somewhat obscured the view, it was not difficult to notice the flag-strewn city-state in the distance, which was slightly smaller than the impression of Eichenryde.

The Likos do have a different way of thinking, they must have been a civilization of countless tribes at first, and then evolved into a city-state due to the appearance of the first chief king "Mutu", they did not care much about their surnames, but they were quite talented in naming cities and kingdoms, the Likos, the Snowway, the capital of Peara, and the royal family of Lestad......

Civilizations with a long history may inevitably have some awkward names, but all of this is too complicated, and Draeno only wants to generalize about them with the word "werewolf" in the Canaanian population.

As the fog cleared, the outline of the hut became clearer, and Draenor was about to hurry forward when he heard a heart-rending cry coming from the hillside.

"Fuck off! You damn beast! Go to hell! ”

It was clearly a strong male voice, and Draenor and Vicilico looked at each other for a moment, then turned their heads and ran to the top of the hill following the screams.

The trees gradually became denser, and the light around them became more and more dim.

Draenor faintly smelled the beast, mixed with the choking smell of blood. He hurriedly took out the flint from his bosom and slammed it towards the short sword, and with the splash of sparks, the magic oil in the sword trough immediately ignited a flame, and the entire blade was scorched red.

The two of them continued to run towards the hillside, only to see that there were countless signs of felling on the trunks of the trees around them, and some trees had fallen to the ground, and it was obvious that this was the area where the woodcutter was active.

Not far from the hillside, on the edge of the cave, a terrifying beast the size of a black bear was crushing a fat body, its scimitar-sharp fangs piercing the prey's arms, and the poor figure curled up in the mud and struggled, and if he let go of his arms a little, he would become a feast for the beast.

Vicilico was about to draw her spear from behind her, but was stopped by Draenor, "You just need to protect Elena, stay here and don't move!" ”

He swung his fiery blade at the beast, and the behemoth sensed Draenor's breath and writhed its claws at him.

Click-hiss......

The flames of the blade burned the beast's claws, and Draenor flicked the beast's arm to the side, grasped the hilt horizontally, turned and swung his arm, and the moment the blade made contact with the beast's neck, the blackened smoke enveloped their bodies.

The beast didn't have time to turn its head and bite Draenor by the neck, only to feel its vision blur, and it was about to let out a terrifying roar when it opened its bloody jaws.

In the next second, the hideous head rolled on the ground for a few weeks, its sharp fangs digging into the soil, and the last shimmers of heat coming out of its mouth.

Draenor spun his dagger and drew a halo of light in the air as he withdrew the scabbard.

"It looks like we're both aiming at each other's necks, but unfortunately, I'm still a second faster." He pushed aside the huge corpse that was slung over his shoulder, shook the blood from his sleeve, and walked towards the man who had been unfortunate enough to be targeted by the beast.

The man looked a little bloated, with a few strands of silver in his sparse hair, and he looked like he was getting older.

"Blood...... My arm ......" The man saw that his arm was wrapped in blood and was almost fainting, and Viklico quickly took Yelena and ran to his side, took the liquor from her backpack and poured it on the gauze.

"It might hurt a little bit, bite this."

The man nodded, turning his head and grabbing the towel he had handed him. Vikiriko lifted his bloody arm, gritted her teeth, and wrapped the alcohol-stained gauze around the man's wound.

"Woo! Woo!!! ”

Draenor quickly reached out and pressed the man's twitching legs, he had tasted the rum of Spiritwater before, and the alcohol concentration was more than seventy degrees, which may have something to do with the dwarf's distillation technique. It doesn't seem to be meant to be drunk at all, but it's a good choice to use as a medical alcohol.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh......"

After a few seconds, the man finally regained his composure. Vikiriko quickly took off the towel and wiped the beads of sweat that couldn't stop running down his forehead, he also had light brown skin, and he looked like he was also a member of the Licos.

The severe pain, combined with the physical strength it had taken to resist the beast, was too much for an elderly man to look at the two in front of him with his eyes foggy, and his head tilted back and fainted.

Vicilico quickly put her finger on his carotid artery, the pulse was still clear, and it seemed that he would not die from excessive blood loss for the time being.

Just as the two were about to help him back to the train, Draenor suddenly noticed the necklace scattered on the ground from the old man's pocket, which looked like a metal dog tag, and the sunken metal formed a vague pattern. Even if there were scratches from the blade, Draenor could recognize the pattern at a glance!

"It's ...... The coat of arms of the Battery family? ”

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