The Dwarven Nation is located in an uninhabited wilderness area, a place of strife for subhuman races, and the best place to breed evil, where many Imperial wanted criminals and necromancers hide from pursuit.

Therefore, those who come to this place should also be careful to guard against the dangers that may arise at all times, and the best choice is generally to hire someone to escort them, otherwise a person entering the wilderness will only become a meal for those people, and the truth of the law of the jungle is vividly displayed in this place.

Generally speaking, no ordinary person would choose to come to this dangerous place, even if they wanted to reach the dwarf country, they would hire adventurers to escort them, but it seems that some people just ignore this and go alone, swallowed by the dangers around them on the way forward.

A man walked barefoot beside the snowy road, the cold snow had frostbitten his feet, a blur of flesh and blood, even the blood could not flow out, the rickety body was draped in an almost negligible thin coat, the cold weather kept making him exhale cold air, his life was about to come to an end, but the stubborn reluctance in his heart still supported this exhausted body.

John, who was riding a horse, noticed the man on the side of the road, and he wanted to continue on his way, but the sound in his head made his expression froze.

"Mission: Rescue the Knights of Light who have defected.

Description: Witnessing a brutal alien massacre, the Knight of Light had the first wavering thought, was the god he believed in really right?

Reward: Prop Imp Horn, plus 1000 Mall Points. ”

Penalty for failure: Implies the possibility of physical deprivation.

John reined in his horse and stopped next to the man.

"Has something happened to this lost gentleman?"

The man stiffened his head, and was greeted by a white-haired, red-eyed child on a horse, surrounded by some people wearing black robes to hide their figures.

The lips finally closed, and the man tried to smile as kindly as he could, clutching the blackened cross on his chest.

"No, I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

John had a full view of his performance, as well as the gesture of holding the black cross.

It turned out to be a defector of the Illuminati, the black cross was originally silver, and every believer would wear it, but if the believer apostatized, the silver cross would turn black, implying that the believer had defected to the religion and fallen into the embrace of darkness, and was a cultist.

No wonder no one dared to approach him along the way, this black cross made anyone who saw it subconsciously avoid, and no one wanted to get into trouble, the Holy See of Light was a well-known traitor who would be killed, and he would be hunted down to the end no matter where he was.

"It's okay, I'll help you, my father once said that people don't need to help each other when they're away from home?"

John said to Ash, "He's in trouble with his injuries. ”

Although Ash did not understand what John meant, he would not disobey, and obediently got off his horse and came to the man's side.

"Wait, there's really no need to have anything to do with me!"

The man took a few steps back, trying to leave them, but due to the problem of frostbitten feet, he fell on the snow before he could take a few steps, and ate a mouthful of mud.

John and the others looked at each other, and they were surprised by the sudden accident.

But it just so happened that if he fainted, there was no need to hide his identity, and John explained to the rest of the people why he did it.

Under the reason made up by John, everyone quickly believed it, and thanks to the rest of the people who had done their disguises before leaving, one by one they put on John's special human skin costumes, and put on props that were not easy to be discovered, which escaped the eyes of others.

Ash was not only a marksman, but also a skilled practitioner of healing magic, and the man's wounds were quickly healed, and John pulled out an overcoat from the countless clothes stored in the void for him to wear, holding the man's precarious life.

Seeing that the man was still unconscious and that it would take some time to wake up, John asked the Black Knight to continue his journey with the fainted man.

The sky is gradually getting dark, just one day is not able to reach the dwarf country, night camping is the norm for many passers-by, so John also met several pairs of camping teams on the road, there are caravans and people with other purposes, such as in this kind of dangerous area, it is the best choice to stay together as much as possible, and being alone will only become the target of being divided, although it cannot completely guarantee safety, but at least the risk factor has been reduced a lot.

"This brother, do you want to camp together?!"

Just as John had expected, John was spotted by the roadside campers, and one of them, who looked like a merchant, shouted to the tallest black knight in John's ranks.

The merchant seems to think that the Black Knight is the leader of John and them, it seems that the merchant's eyesight is not very good, and he doesn't even know who the boss is, John complained silently.

"How?"

The Black Knight looked at John as a matter of course.

John glanced at the man on the back of the black knight, "Stay for now." ”

The roadside camp here not only has caravans transporting goods, but also groups of ten-person adventure squads to escort them, which shows that the employer spent a lot of money to invite them, and there are also travelers, women, children, workers, etc., which are about a few dozen people, John probably guessed that this caravan is the kind of [traveling caravan] that goes there and sells there.

It was late at night, the sky was completely dark, and no one else had passed on the road since John's appearance, and they were probably all camped by the roadside.

People gathered around the campfire, enjoying hot food, chatting loudly, and John, who at first glance looked like an ordinary person, was also mixed in, listening to people bragging and telling interesting stories about travel, which was really fun.

The merchant in charge of the caravan was also an observant man, and soon noticed the respect that his companion had for John, and when he noticed his faux pas, he took out a cup of hot milk and handed it to John, and said with a smile.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to be the master, it's really rude, I hope you can drink this cup of milk from cows in the vast grassland!"

“… Well, thanks. ”

Hesitantly taking the glass of milk, John glanced at the cute little girl who was clinging to the merchant, and she seemed very curious about herself.

The merchant also noticed John's gaze, stroked the little girl's head and said, "My four-year-old daughter Nora." ”

"This is Nora's favorite milk, and if you drink too much, you can grow taller, sister."

The cute little girl said in a milky voice.

John had just taken a sip and squirted.