"Gooh!" Three wild men stood at the door of the camp, and they formed a small circle, where they played a game of slapping each other to pass the boring guard time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boss, that wicked old woman didn't do anything to you. In the slave box in the corner of the camp, the bald head asked Marcas.

"Wait, look at the door!" Marcus squinted his red and swollen eyes, pressed his face against the slit, and peered out vigorously.

Not far outside the camp, a pale man in a trench coat covered half of his blood-stained body, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Wow, Wow!" The back of the coffee dog still had dried blood from its owner, and one side of the goggles on its nose had been completely shattered, so much so that it hurt its eyes. It wagged its tail and barked anxiously beside its owner.

The three wildlings quickly noticed the situation and approached with their weapons on their shoulders.

"Woo-hooh!" the savage shook his spear and flicked the motionless trench-coat man with a few bursts of laughter. Then they raised their spears and were about to stab them, when a large stone hammer struck, and their weapons "clanged" and scattered all over the ground.

A taller wild man appeared beside the trench-coat man, and he held him over his shoulder and walked towards Wurna's tent.

"The bounty hunter has failed, and he has been injured like this..."Marcas saw the trench-coated man who was being held on the wild man's shoulder, and asked again, "By the way, bald head, do you still have any impression of that strange black iron sword?" He reckoned that Wu Erna was really going crazy this time.

"Strange black iron sword?" the bald head touched his shiny head as if he was wiping a teapot, and gradually remembered something, "There is indeed such a sword, and Wu Isa was taken aback when she first saw this sword, but she didn't dare touch it herself, but told me to find someone who can strike iron and reforge the sword first." ”

"yes, I'm willing to bet that sword is absolutely extraordinary, and maybe there's some great treasure hidden in it... It seems that Lao Tzu will rely on this sword for the rest of his life... By the way, stammer, how are you playing with that lock?" said Marcas, looking back at the grizzled stutter crouched behind him.

The stammering mouth had a thin wire in his mouth, and a small half of his two hands were exposed and tinkering with the lock outside the box: "Old... Boss, you... Don't worry, I... I've studied it thoroughly, and these savages use... The locks used are very simple, and the root... Fundamentally..."

"Okay, okay, you don't talk, if your mouth is not good, talk less and do more. Marcas squinted his eyes and continued to stare at the movement of the wild man outside, "We'll do it tonight." ”

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On the main road, Alex drove the wagon, and it was another bumpy night. Fortunately, the roasted rabbit leg was picked up by Aven yesterday, and now the problem of food and clothing has finally been solved.

The road gradually flattened, and you could occasionally see some crops in the mud and a few farmers scattered around.

"Look, there's a town up ahead. Leah pointed her finger, and Alex had given her a small jar of honey.

"That's right, we're almost at Newbrigade Town, let's rest for a few days there, I'm afraid that if we go down, I'll have a man's ass torn apart." "Needless to say, Evan knows it's himself.

"New Brigade Town, are we already within the range of Noze?" Everything around is unfamiliar, and Evan is worried that the bounty hunter from last night will reappear, and he is afraid of new trouble here, of course, unless this is within Noze's jurisdiction, the security will be relatively better.

"No, it's still some distance from the farthest border city of Noze, and it's still in the neutral range. Alexon drove the carriage into the interior of the town with a "whoosh".

The neutral range is at the junction of the borders of the two countries, and its essence is to be in a state of no security, in layman's terms, that is, no one wants to take over this land, because after the "Battle of the Black Swamp", the bandits and bandits in this area have become more rampant, and the bold ones are like Marcas, who formed a large "thief army" and occupied the mountain as the king. Therefore, once merchants from large countries engage in cross-border trade, they often hire mercenaries and excellent guides to improve the safety of their belongings and personal lives.

"Come and take a look, the finest hedron from Iron Rock City!first-hand goods!!!" a vendor at the town gate held a crimson hedron the size of a pebble and kept selling.

"Look, it's a spar!" Evan patted Leah on the side, it was the first time he had seen a spar, it looked a little like a glass ball.

"It must be expensive. He let out a sigh of emotion.

"Don't be deceived by him, the darker the color of the spar, the more impurities, this needs to go through the special process of Iron Rock City to become pure, and it will become smaller and smaller, like this spar, not only the color is unknown, but also so big, obviously even the first processing process has not passed, if it is bought and cast into the weapon, I am afraid it is not much different from ordinary swords." Leah said everything, but she was met with the eyes of the peddler.

"Okay, let's rest in this hotel for a while today, and we'll leave tomorrow. The carriage stopped beside a two-story building.

"Lame Dog Hotel? Avan recognized the big words on it, strapped his sword to his back, and jumped out of the carriage. The man in the trench coat didn't take anything from the car last night in a panic.

"Why do you still have this sword with you? Lose it, there should be sharper swords in this town. For the heavily rusty sword, Leah was a little surprised by Aven's stubbornness.

"Lost it?" "Evan subconsciously touched the rusty black iron sword on his back, "It seems to be quite useful, it's a pity to lose it." ”

"Hello, friends from afar!" a man in a white chef's suit limped over as he beckoned. His chef's coat is a little yellow due to exposure to too much fumes, and he looks slightly chubby, but it gives people a sense of ability.

"I'm the owner and chef of this inn, are there three of them? He rubbed his hands together and said with a smile, "There are still many empty rooms upstairs, please come in and rest." ”

"Hmm. Arlegon nodded and entered the house.

"It's winter, and it's rare to see guests like the three of you. The innkeeper staggered up the stairs, his left leg shorter than his right, and he walked in a comical way.

"It's the off-season for trade, and after a while the main road to Noozer will be covered in snow, and business will be even more difficult. He grumbled as he used his key to open the two opposite rooms near the window outside.

"Your carriage and goods have been arranged by me, please rest assured. He said and retreated, not forgetting to turn back and add, "If anything happens, shake the bell next to the bed, and my wife will take care of the relevant matters in the room." ”

"Are the two of us going to sleep together?" Evan looked at Leah with some embarrassment as he looked at the open door. The room was rudimentary, with only a bed, a square table, and two stools.

"You're thinking too much about it, my friend, but I know it's normal for you young people to be lonely once in a while. Alegon patted Evan on the back and said, "This room is for both of us." ”

"A man who thinks he is amorous. Leah grimaced playfully, then flicked her hair and walked into the opposite room.