In the Tansforg continent, in a cave under a cliff, with the sound of "crackling" burning, the fire gradually lit up, illuminating this hiding place less than three meters away.

A ragged, unkempt boy is half-crouching around a campfire to process the food collected. The food didn't look fresh and tasty, and even a little rotten, and was all black and full of small rodent carcasses.

Next to the boy lay another boy of a similar age, who looked much worse: he had multiple scratches and bruises on his body, several large cuts on his legs tied to branches had scabbed, and his whole face looked bloodless, as if he had fallen into a prolonged coma.

"Boil water, boil a good pot of water, stew my love bones...", the boy by the campfire muttered to himself, plucked the skull of an unknown creature from under the butt pad, and hung it on the bonfire stand with a string of branches, and began to make the soup of the mystery that he had never drunk in his life, and which he did not intend to drink a second time.

"Liberty Manroland is above, let this eater and drinker wake up quickly, there is really less and less food to swallow lately, or you can let him die now, so that my conscience can be reassured..."The boy finished praying, broke the leaf into two pieces, and gagged his nostrils with it, and then he grabbed the unidentified object that looked like half a mouse on the side, and began to peel it.

Visibility outside the cave is pitiful, there is no daylight here, there is no endless fog and cliffs that can drive people crazy, there are no humans here, only some creatures that like darkness will haunt here, and many of these creatures are deadly. The boy had escaped death for an unknown number of times in order to get some leftovers of food from them.

"Sting!" the piece of flesh was poured into the skull, and it quickly turned white, emitting a puff of white smoke.

"Stir it, eat to your heart's content, if you want to eat well, bitter grass is indispensable. The boy hummed a tune, sprinkled some weeds as a condiment to remove the fishy smell, and took a smooth stick and stirred it slowly in the skull, then he looked at the patient lying beside him, and muttered, "I'll give you a taste later, and I'll drink it after a minute if you haven't been poisoned." ”

"Ahem... What do you say?"

"Oh my god!" the boy was so frightened by the sudden sound that he almost overturned the bone cooker, which I don't know if it was breakfast, lunch or dinner.

"Did you save me... Where is this..."The patient took a deep breath and held his body up with his hands, trembling in pain.

"I saved you, I don't know where this is, only fog and cliffs, and I came here for some reason. The boy didn't know whether he was happy or sad, and looked at the man with some complicated eyes, "Do you have a name, are you a native here?

"My name is Eluman Tirros, the third son of Lord Fast of Nozegilberg, who was attacked by a stone wolf and fell off a cliff, and has no memory since...", said Elluman and said in horror, "My legs, how my legs are unconscious!"

"I didn't expect you to be the lord's son, my name is Aven, just an ordinary wild man. Evan looked at him in disbelief, "Your leg was badly injured when I found you on the edge of the cliff, but luckily I cleaned it so that it didn't rot to the point of amputation... And the stone wolf you just mentioned, what's going on, I have to make sure you're sane first. ”

"The wolves made of stone attacked us, and someone must have cast a spell..."

"Really? Hell, I've been on the verge of a meltdown by a whole bunch of things I've been encountering lately, and if only I had a pen and a stack of paper now, I'd have written a book that will blow your mind." Evan shrugged his shoulders and said, "By the way, you just mentioned 'us', could it be that there are other people besides you who have also been attacked?"

"Baird, a bounty hunter, Bud, a cursed creature, who is not with me now, presumably disappeared when he fell with me, and two escaped prisoners, one named Marcus and the other Baldhead. Elluman struggled to remember, his head still aching.

"Marcas!" Evan remembered, of course, the bandit leader who frequented Suntown, and that wasn't a good thing.

"We've got to find a way to get out of here, I... I've got to go back to Gilberg. Eluman struggled to crawl out with his hands a few times, and then he lay there panting for breath, retching a few more times after accidentally sucking in the special bone pot that Evan had made secretly.

"Young man, I can't bear this hardship, how can I do big things in the future. Ai Wen's nostrils were stuffed with leaves, and he continued to boil the soup as if he was an old god, "Before I thought of a way, just stay here honestly, and you don't want to leave alone, I also want to leave here to find my friends in Silver Shield City." ”

"Damn, damn!" Eluman slapped the ground unwillingly, "I haven't killed my father's enemy yet, but I didn't expect to end up with this disability, how should I face my people!"

"Kill my father, won't you, the lord has been killed?" Ai Wen gasped, the high-ranking lord was really out of reach for a wild man like him who was born in Sun Town, "This world is really going to be turbulent, to tell you the truth, not long ago, I saw the second generation of the guardian with my own eyes, and she was killed by a monster after teleporting me out..."

"Zizi..."

"Ouch!" Evan screamed as he threw away the stick in his hand, and there was a sound in the palm of his right hand that sounded like a brand on a soldering iron.

"Damn, it's been getting more and more frequent lately..."Evan grumbled helplessly as he looked at the reddened spell in his palm, "I've been like this since the last time I met the Guardian. ”

"Lord Second Guardian, that's just a legend..."Eluman lay on the ground, his eyes blank, oblivious to the situation.

"No matter, maybe we can find a way out of here in the near future, anyway, let's drink the soup first, although this soup is not as good as the food in your castle, but for now, it is the best way to fill your stomach. Evan gulped down a bowl and saw Elluman stare at him.

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