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Three days after the iron slag left Ashta Town, a group of vendors was slowly walking through the snow in the wasteland south of the sewage river. There were about thirty of them, men and women, driving more than a dozen fire mule carts full of goods and covered with tarpaulins. Most of the men in the team wore improvised protective suits made of tempered plastic and animal skin, wore steel helmets, and carried assault rifles of varying lengths.

Judging by the attire, this is a group of ash vendors commonly found in the southern cemetery. Their leader's name was Wade, he was sixty-two years old, and everyone in the team liked to call him Daddy Wad. At this moment, the old man was sitting cross-legged on the cart in the middle of the line, dozing off with his head down.

The wheels rolled deep and shallow on the snow, making a subtle grinding sound.

"Daddy, Daddy......" In a blur, a slender and fair-skinned young man ran from the front.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong?" He slowly opened his eyes and asked. The young man in front of him is called Shao Xiaoyu, he just joined the caravan two months ago, and he is quite diligent, but he always likes to make a fuss, and sometimes it is quite annoying.

"There's a big, big eagle flying in front of you......" Shao Xiaoyu said as he gestured with his hands outstretched.

"That's not an eagle, it's a graveyard scavenger." Daddy Wade said without looking up.

"What is a graveyard scavenging bird?" Shao Xiaoyu asked curiously. He hadn't been in the Southern Cemetery for a long time and was curious about a lot of things. A few months ago, he was a reporter for the Yincheng Times, but during a routine medical check-up, he was found to have a worm-mutated gene in his body, and he was immediately sent to Twin Towers to work as a propagandist. Although he was a little unaccustomed to leaving Central Silver City, he was originally a person who was at ease with what he encountered, and he came when he came, and there was not much unpleasantness.

But the good times didn't last long, and there was never a shortage of people with unusual preferences among the exiled nobles. When a local exiled nobleman saw his fine skin and tender flesh, he took him over and locked him in a cellar and ravaged him in every way. Three months later, he couldn't stand this kind of life, so he took advantage of the gap between the exiled nobles and went out on errands, and sneaked out. I happened to meet Daddy Wade recruiting people at the bar, so I immediately joined. Maybe the exiled nobleman was tired of playing and didn't send anyone out to chase him. Soon after, he left the town of the Twin Towers with the caravan.

"The cemetery scavenger is a big bird that eats corpses." Although Daddy Wade felt a little annoyed, he patiently answered the questions of the curious reporter.

"Where are so many corpses here? It's so big, how much meat does it have to eat in one meal? And why are its feathers black? Shao Xiaoyu asked.

"It grabbed you in the air and threw you down, didn't it have a corpse?" In the face of Shao Xiaoyu's chatter, Daddy Wade finally broke out.

"Oh......" Shao Xiaoyu saw that Daddy Wade was impatient, so he ran back to the front of the team.

"A boy talks so much, how can he marry a wife in the future......" Looking at the back of the former's departure, Daddy Wade commented to himself. But not long after he closed his eyes, Shao Xiaoyu ran back again.

"Daddy, daddy......" Shao Xiaoyu shouted in panic.

"What's wrong again?" Daddy Wade asked bitterly.

"There was a person in front of us who asked us if we would go to the Blackwater base, and if we went, we would go together." Shao Xiaoyu said.

"Tell him we're not going, let him find someone else." Daddy Wade said he didn't want strangers in the caravan.

"But ......" "But what?" "I ...... I've already told him we're going to Blackwater...... ""You! "I'm sorry, I said I missed my mouth."

"Alas......" said Daddy Wade with a long sigh, "well, take me to see it." After saying that, he got out of the car and went with Shao Xiaoyu to meet the stranger who asked to join.

From afar, the stranger was pushing a locomotive and walking in front of the side of the line. When I got closer, I saw a young man in his twenties, dressed in a gray robe, covering part of his face. His temperament seems to be quite calm, and he exudes danger all over his body.

"Hello, I'm Walder, an old grey merchant." Daddy Wade stepped forward to introduce himself. Humility and respect for the lone traveler in the cemetery is a must for every gray merchant, otherwise their life would be short.

"My name is Zhang Tie, I'm from the Far East Continent, and I'm about to go to the Blackwater Stronghold to find a friend." The young man said.

"Mr. Zhang Tie, we are just some ordinary gray merchants......" Wade was about to politely refuse the request of the other party's companion, but was directly interrupted.

"I'll provide you with some necessary protection." As he spoke, the young man casually raised his hand and lifted the entire locomotive.

Daddy Wade immediately judged that the Great Wall Company's big iron horse, together with the supplies and spare fuel tanks on the car, weighed at least 500 kilograms. Seeing that the other party easily lifted the locomotive above his head, Daddy Wade secretly inhaled a cool breath. While most insects with ant-like muscles can do this, the fact that the opponent's skin doesn't turn red means that he is likely to be a traditional evolver with more than 50% evolution. In addition, he may be an insect, otherwise he would not have traveled to the Blackwater stronghold, which lies deep in the high-radiation zone.

Thinking of this, Father Wade said respectfully: "If Mr. Zhang Tie doesn't dislike us, please go with us, our next stop is the Grand Canyon." ”

"Okay." The young man named Zhang Tie nodded, and then he was not polite, and pointed directly at Shao Xiaoyu and said, "Help me find someone to push the cart, and then prepare some food and a place to rest." ”

"You wait......" After speaking, Shao Xiaoyu ran away.

A moment later, the iron slag with the pseudonym Zhang Tie got on the cart pulled by the fire mule and ate the hot noodles.

"Big brother, listening to your accent, you should have lived in the Western Continent, right?" Shao Xiaoyu, who used to be a reporter for the Yincheng Times, was well-informed, so he could naturally hear that his tone had a slight accent of the nobles of Yincheng.

"Hmm." Iron slag did not deny it, because denying something too obvious would make people suspicious. In the past six months, the people he has come into contact with are basically some Yincheng nobles, and it is not surprising that he has been contaminated with an accent.

"My name is Shao Xiaoyu, and I used to be a reporter for the Yincheng Times." Shao Xiaoyu introduced himself.

"Shao Xiaoyu?" Iron Slag frowned, the name seemed to have been heard somewhere, but it was not impressive. Then, the other party was like pouring bitter water, telling what happened in the past six months. When it comes to excitement, it is even more tearful and painful.

However, after eating the noodles, the iron slag listened to it and fell asleep......

Five days later, the caravan entered a large canyon and came to a large gathering place of insects. There weren't many buildings here, mostly patched tents. In front of the tent there is usually a stone pyre with a black iron pot hanging from it. As the caravan passed, figures emerged from the tents. They were men and women, old and young, and were generally ragged and coarse-skinned.

"Sir, do you want a woman?" A woman in her thirties, dressed neatly, followed the caravan and chased after Shao Xiaoyu and asked.

"Don't." Shao Xiaoyu took a few steps back, hid behind the iron slag and said.

"Sir, do you want it?" The woman turned to the iron slag and asked.

"Not for now, thank you." The reason why he didn't refuse was because he had the habit of inquiring about news with the local warbler. Compared to the cunning bar owners, the things that the warblers say are much more real.

After entering the gathering place, Daddy Wade first visited the local administrator, and after obtaining permission, set up a tent in a vacant lot specially prepared for dirt vendors, and began to sell things. Their goods included food, jerky, clothing, and all kinds of daily necessities, as well as cold weapons, thermal weapons, explosives, fuel oil, and so on. The items collected are Indulgence Coins, crystal nuclei, mutant mob furs, and so on.

As a temporary guard for the caravan, Iron Slag moved a canvas backrest and sat at the back of the stall. According to Ethan's map, the rule here turned out to be the "World Convention", which is quite rare in the gathering place of the southern cemetery. The stability here is "extremely high", the leader is called "Star Shepherd", and the evaluation is orderly and kind. In addition, Ethan also drew a small dot on the Star Herder's marker, which is a sign of the glorious flame and a metaphor for the Star Shepherd's faith.

Judging by the relaxed expressions on the vendors' faces as they walked into the base, it was a safe place.

It didn't take long for the stalls to be bustling with men dressed as warriors, young women in robes, old women with messy hair, and children running around in the crowd. The caravan's goods seemed to sell well, and in a short time most of them were replaced.

"Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the back of the crowd, and as the sound rang out, the crowd around the stalls parted left and right, huddled together, and made a way. A dark, strong, tall, big fat man came over with a dozen young men with fierce eyes.

This fat man is the leader of the Black Pig Regiment, a large group of hunters, nicknamed "Black Pig King".

"Good morning, Mr. Hei." Seeing the visitor, Daddy Wade hurriedly left the stall and greeted him.

"I'm selling fakes again to deceive people, get out!" As soon as the Black Pig King saw his face, he scolded at the former.

"This ...... What are you ......" Daddy Wade was startled, instinctively took a step back, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Last time, half of the ammunition was fired, and we killed two brothers, how should this account be calculated?" The Black Pig King clasped his hands on his chest and glared angrily.

"No...... No way, we've all double-checked when we got the goods......" Daddy Wade argued.

"Don't talk about those useless ones, you killed our two brothers, you must give an explanation!" The Black Pig King said impatiently, and then waved his hand, and the young people behind him immediately rushed up and surrounded the stall. Looks like they're ready to grab something.

At this moment, a gray-robed man with a hood and a difficult appearance stood up, walked slowly to the Black Pig King, and said a word lightly.

"Get out."