Others may not feel it, but Wu Xin was the first to notice these four people, and that kind of speed is obviously not something that ordinary people can have. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Also, when the two sides met, the momentum of the other party erupted at that moment......

"Really?"

Suddenly, Wu Xin thought of something, and his eyes burned.

From the old man's mouth, Wu Xin learned that there is not only the power of "magic" in this world, but also another special power system - that is, "fighting spirit".

The power of the so-called "fighting spirit" is a kind of power that triggers special energy in the body and relies on the body's ability to fight.

To summarize simply, a mage is a ranged mage, and a strong fighter is a melee fighter.

Of course, according to the old man, the fighting spirit is far less mysterious and powerful than magic, and the status of the two cannot be compared.

However, compared to the harsh conditions of magicians, there is no one in a thousand qualifications. The cultivation conditions of Dou Qi are relatively ordinary, and only a healthy body is required, and after a long period of training, they have the opportunity to master this power.

Looking at the way these four people acted, a mysterious fluctuation erupted from their bodies during the run, moving like a cunning rabbit, not the power of magic. Since this is the case, then it is naturally the power of "vindictiveness".

In fact, Wu Xin is also more curious about the power of "fighting spirit", but unfortunately, although the requirements for this kind of strength are not high, it is not something that can be mastered by training, and it also needs a method of condensing fighting spirit.

This kind of vindictive cheats are very valuable, and this village does not have them.

If you think about it carefully, this matter is not surprising, after all, if these four people were ordinary people, I am afraid they would not appear in such a dangerous wilderness.

At this moment, the old man stepped forward and communicated with these four people.

The process of communication was relatively smooth, although the four of them were still full of vigilance, but they still got their wish to inform them of the information they needed.

First and foremost, the city of Dezrod, where they were headed, still existed, and was the only human gathering place nearby.

And these four people, who are residents of the city, are engaged in adventurous activities for some reason.

When the four of them heard where everyone came from, they relaxed a little.

Because as far as they know, since the environment has deteriorated more and more, those villages and small towns have fallen into disrepair, and many people have made a great migration to the city of Dezrod.

Some of these migratory teams managed to reach the city of Dezrod, while others were wiped out on the way.

According to the descriptions of the four people, this place is still quite far from Dezrod City, and with such a large team, I am afraid it will take about half a month to travel.

Originally, the old man had the idea to ask these four adventurers to escort the team, and he could see that the four of them were extraordinary, and they could be regarded as four more guides.

However, they couldn't get enough money to impress the four people with extraordinary skills, and the other party obviously didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing.

After all, in such a dangerous wilderness, the operation of four people and the escort of so many people together are completely two different concepts. If you're not careful, you might even put yourself in it and leave resolutely.

In this regard, although the old man was a little helpless, he did not entangle too much, otherwise it might cause distrust between the two sides.

There was still a long way to go, and the old man didn't want to provoke such four adventurers who were likely to cultivate "Dou Qi".

Looking at the figures of these four people leaving, Wu Xin frowned slightly, originally he wanted to communicate with the other party about the power of "fighting spirit", but now it seems impossible.

As the figures of the four disappeared, the group continued on their way.

For the next few days, the crowd did not encounter any adventurers.

In this way, it seems that those four people were able to appear in that place and meet everyone, which has to be said to be a very lucky thing.

Although the information of these four people did not help everyone much in the current situation, it made them believe in the existence of the destination.

When there is hope, there will be motivation.

Otherwise, in the face of an unknown future, the decline of momentum in this case will be fatal.

……

On the vast desert grassland, the breeze blows, and the grass bends down.

Herds of cattle and sheep, predators hide in waist-high grass, like a patient hunter, ready to burst out with amazing power.

Gollum ~ Gollum ~

In the distance, the sound of wheels rolling sounded, and a huge caravan appeared, and "unicorns" pulled heavy wooden carts, connecting in a line.

With the appearance of this caravan, both herbivores and carnivores, as if they had encountered a plague god, avoided one after another.

"Someone!"

"What? This is...... Caravan! ”

"Great!"

The action of this caravan not only attracted the commotion of various animals on the grassland, but also attracted the attention of a group of humans.

With a "bang", a group of people poured out.

By now, these people have almost run out of ammunition and food, and they are still a long way from their destination, Dethrod City, and even if there are no external factors, I am afraid that few people will be able to reach their final destination alive, and they are still desperate.

At this time, noticing this caravan, they didn't care about whether the other party had good intentions, which was already their lifeline.

Soon, the people of the caravan noticed the group of people, and immediately stopped, watching them vigilantly.

"Who? Don't come close! ”

The caravan guards gathered together, weapons in hand, and looked at the large group of people with nervous expressions.

They were all ragged and thin-skinned, like refugees who had escaped from somewhere.

The group of people looked at the cold weapon, their fanatical expressions narrowed slightly, and they calmed down.

For a moment, he stopped, looking at the appearance of these guards, once they approached rashly, they would really do it.

And at this moment, at the back of the caravan, a middle-aged man with a rich figure looked at this group of refugees with his eyes flickering.

Not only did there be no disgust at this unexpected situation, but on the contrary, there was a hint of surprise on his face.

Seeing the two sides facing each other, the group of refugees parted ways, and an old man walked out......

Night!

The caravan began to camp and rest, and the whole world fell silent, except for the occasional roar of beasts in the distance.

At this time, there was a group of refugees in the caravan, one by one, as if they hadn't eaten for a few days, eating the food provided by the caravan "crazy".

Faced with this situation, the original people of the caravan looked sideways.

However, among this group of people, there is one person who behaves as a maverick.

In this group of refugees, there is no embarrassment at all, and it is in stark contrast to the people around them.

For the food provided by the caravan, he didn't move, but frowned and didn't know what he was thinking.

It turned out that the old man was just holding on to a fluke, and he was already satisfied with asking the caravan to provide some food.

As a result, the leader of the caravan, the wealthy middle-aged man, was unexpectedly talkative, and not only provided food to the people, but was even willing to let them follow him to the city of Thesruar.

Coincidentally, the caravan's destination was also the city of Deesrug.

Of course, the other party also made a request, after everyone followed the caravan into the city, they needed to work for the caravan for a year in return.

During this time, the caravan could provide room and board and a very small amount of remuneration for their work.

In this regard, the old man not only did not object, but could not ask for it.

After all, even if such a large group of them arrived in Dethrud, it didn't mean that they could be upright and carefree, on the contrary, in a completely unfamiliar environment, they had to think about how to survive.

Working for a caravan is equivalent to having a career, even if it is cheap, it is equivalent to having an opportunity for these people to get through the new environment smoothly.

For a while, everyone was excited, and it seemed that they had seen the beginning of a beautiful new life.

However, these people didn't notice that when the leader of the caravan, the rich middle-aged man, talked about this condition, the corners of his mouth turned slightly, revealing a strange expression.

At this moment, in the center of the camp, there was a makeshift tent, surrounded by a large number of guards.

This tent was where the leader of the caravan, a wealthy middle-aged man, rested.

Inside the tent, the rich middle-aged man was closing his eyes, completely devoid of the kindness of the day.

At first glance, it seems to be sick, with some strange syllables in his mouth, his body writhing strangely, his eyes rolling, and he looks extremely penetrating.

This situation is almost like a strange scene of a legendary wizard performing witchcraft.

Airplanes......

Suddenly, the air rippled like a ripple, and a mysterious aura descended.

Feeling this breath, the man's movements stopped, revealing an extremely excited expression, and he quickly knelt down against this breath.

"All-knowing, all-powerful and great God, your pious servant of the Persian ......"

The rich middle-aged man spoke with a pious face and a respectful tone.

……

After a long time, as the breath left, the rich middle-aged man stood up.

At this moment, I came to the entrance of the tent, looked at the situation outside, and my expression became indifferent little by little.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Wu Xin opened his eyes.

"What's going on?"

His brows furrowed, and at that moment he seemed to feel a very mysterious fluctuation.

"That direction!"

Wu Xinyi raised his head, and his eyes fell on the tent, which was the place where the leader of the caravan rested.

After a while, the fluctuation disappeared again.

Magic? Wrong!

Vindictive?

Wu Xin's mind was in a hurry.

If it was a fluctuation of magic, it was impossible for him not to distinguish it, but it didn't seem to be the same as the fluctuation of Douqi.

After all, I had seen those four adventurers with vindictive spirit a few days ago, and there were some differences in this fluctuation.

At that moment, he felt a gaze that made him a little uncomfortable.

"It's him!" (To be continued.) )