"Your family's ...... Donkey cart, how many years has it not been washed" Punk sat almost with bated breath on the edge of the donkey cart!

"If you have ~ a car, it's not ~ wrong, is it possible that the hypocritical mage was born from the spice pile." Kane was sitting cross-legged in a donkey cart, munching on his stockpile of jerky, his gun hanging from the rails within reach.

Now that the two travelers have left Mork Village and are already on their way to Crane City, Punk is too lazy to argue with this guy now, he is now concentrating on practicing a prophecy spell, and he wants to avoid dangers such as the undead as much as possible.

The two set off at dawn, when the smaller sun, Mira, was already halfway above the horizon, and the larger sun, Chikasa, was still below the horizon.

It would take about five days to cross the Little Wasteland, and the Baron had already packed the necessary supplies in a burlap bag and placed them on a wooden cart that had already grown fungus, and then moved out under Punk's somewhat speechless eyes and Kane's somewhat helpless eyes...... Little donkey!

The baron also seemed a little embarrassed, but he still smiled and said, "The red-eared donkey that is a specialty of the Camos Kingdom is industrious and obedient."

Although the horse, one of the "weapons" of warfare for ordinary people, was arguably the most expensive of all livestock in Ferron, it was still rare for a nobleman as poor as the Baron to not even have a horse.

Punk observed the donkey at the time, but he did see a pinch of red hair on the tip of the little donkey's ears, which made it look a little more cute, and the little donkey used its hooves to dig the soil, showing a look of energy, but Punk still felt that this broken car and a cute donkey did not look like a combination that could walk through the wasteland.

And now that Punk is sitting on the donkey cart, he begins to sincerely think that the donkey can't cross the wasteland, and the original eighty percent will be Punk himself, because the strange smell of this donkey makes people think that it is a walking dung heap and not some donkey, and Punk is almost about to give it a secondary catapult.

But without a donkey, you'll have to walk "nomad" to the city of Konora. So Punk had to ignore the weird smell of the car as much as possible.

Kane was nervous, and he was sitting in the cart, munching on the jerky without care, even if his head was facing the donkey's buttocks.

I said...... I thought that I ...... "Gollum" and I didn't like it so much...... Speak," Kane swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth and poured a large sip of ale.

The punk didn't even look at him, he sat on the side of the cart to keep himself upwind as much as he could, and pulled out a parchment map from the baron's robe.

The parchment has been yellowed and curled with some old age, and it depicts the rough terrain of the kingdom of Camos. The Kingdom of Camos is only a small kingdom, and you can see that this small wasteland is located on the edge of the kingdom's territory, close to the Billallen Mountains to the west, and the more than thirty villages around the village of Mork are at the junction of the mountains and the wasteland, and at the end of the small wasteland is a river called the Bebero River, and the city of Konora is built next to the river.

In the end, Punk came to the conclusion that such a "deserted" frontier wasteland is the most suitable for some evil elements to plan evil plans and establish evil bases.

However, Punk just wants to hide far away, he doesn't have the strength of the apprentice level now, whether the purpose of the evil organization is to destroy the world or rob the children's lollipops, it is not something he can control.

Kane doesn't seem to care at all about these things, and after getting bored with the punk, he turns his attention to the elimination of jerky and ale, and looks at his posture as if he has a vendetta against jerky. Punk has already seen that this knight is also a guy who "just sweeps the snow in front of the door, regardless of the frost on the tiles of others", and the camp is at most a neutral and orderly, but judging from his words and deeds that have nothing to do with "chivalry", Punk estimates that he is a neutral mess.

Kane rolled over and jumped out of the donkey cart, snorting the little donkey, and he made a stretch as he jumped up to catch up with the cart.

At this time, Punk is unleashing an apprentice-level spell on the map - Sense the Road Ahead, the effect of the spell is to detect whether there is danger in the way forward, but the information is vague.

The information obtained by the spell was presented in Punk's mind, Punk's pupils constricted, and he quickly replenished the energy for the "secondary mage armor", this kind of bonus spell can generally be effective for about twenty minutes, (Note: the same bonus spell stack is generally not more than three, otherwise the spell energy is prone to conflict,) but Punk generally charges the spell on his body every ten minutes to keep the spell effective time as large as possible. Now he's recharged in less than ten minutes, precisely because the prophecy shows that a "big threat" has appeared on the road ahead, and the distance is unknown.

"Hey, Kane, my prophecy spell has found a big guy, and we might be going to have to divert it." Punk reminds Kane as he closes his eyes and carefully perceives the vague information he has prophesied, hoping to get a little more information.

"Does the big guy you said have red skin, a body of more than three meters, and a sharp horn on his head?" Kane asked in a somewhat odd tone.

"The apprentice-level prophecy is a little vague and I ............", Punk opened his eyes and raised his head, he was a little stunned, relying on the extraordinary vision brought by the second-level ranger class level, Punk clearly saw that there was an ogre seven or eight hundred meters away who was roaring happily to find food.

“............ Now I can tell you that's right".

"Damn! What kind of prophecy are you?" Kane was obviously quite unhappy with the punk's somewhat "afterthought" predictions.

But Punk didn't argue with him, he remembered the ogre, a brutal but cannibalistic monster with thick skin that was resistant to magic, a strange ability to crush rocks with ease, a life force that almost regenerated limbs, and a ...... Stupid brains. Generally, ogres can have three warrior class levels when they become adults, and their natural strength and thick skin make them have the strength of not inferior to the peak of the apprentice level, that is, the strength of the fourth-level warrior, although it is difficult to make any great progress due to low IQ, but it can be said to be a tricky enemy in the apprentice stage.

And now some hunter-minded ogres have apparently spotted the "tasty snack" in the distance, and it is carrying a large wooden stick more than a man tall and walking towards Punk and Kane menacingly.

"I said let's do it or do it, anyway, let Lao Tzu just like this, throw, down, donkey, son, if you run away, Lao Tzu will be super ~ unhappy." Kane shook the rifle in his hand, and struck the side of the rifle with his fingers in armor, and the words "leave the donkey" were particularly emphasized.

Without the donkey, who is good at driving through the grass, the time to get out of the wasteland will be doubled, and Punk is well aware of this fact, so he has no intention of leaving the donkey behind, but ...... Punk glanced at Kane and thought, "Can't this guy talk like this?"

Punk didn't have any extra expression, he just calmly put the map back in the pocket of his robe, then lifted the staff in the cart, and finally jumped off the donkey cart lightly.

"If you're going to fight, let's get rid of that monster, at least stay away from your little lover donkey," Punk said as he blessed himself with a "secondary swiftness" and rushed towards the right side of the ogre's route.

Kane gave the punk a middle finger at the back, and then strode after him.