Cold Fire's gaze wandered around, and suddenly, he saw some animal bones on the shore that were different from fish.

At the edge of the pile of bones was a human skull, without a trace of flesh on it, apparently eaten cleanly.

A wave of anger suddenly rose in Leng Huo's heart. This is an explosion after human dignity has been provoked.

The anger suddenly subsided, and Leng Huo quickly calmed down. He had lived in the territory of the Northern Dreads for several years, and had become accustomed to all kinds of cruel things.

In fact, it was the fish-man who didn't eat humans that made him feel strange.

After a closer look, Leng Huo found that this tribe was neither big nor small, with about 3,000 people, both male and female, old and young. A fish-man tribe of this size must have an altar that summons the Guardians of the Abyss to descend. According to the strength of the swordsman that Leng Huo is showing now, there is only one way to die against these fishmen head-on.

So, his only option was to get the evidence and leave.

Leng Huo thought about it for a while, and then he took it to heart. He muttered an explanation to the dragon, and the little creature sped down the spiraling steps.

The small, small-sized dragon did not attract any attention from the fish-people, and soon struggled to retrieve a skull. The cold fire took it, and I only felt the stench. The bones were covered with scratches from their teeth, which were evidence of the fish-people's gnawing.

Cold Fire gathered the skull and carefully retreated.

On the way back, there was one thing that Leng Huo couldn't figure out. Fish-people prefer to live in seawater, and can only be seen occasionally in freshwater.

And this underground cave is thousands of miles away from the ocean, how did these guys cross thousands of miles to enter this confined underground cave?

Leng Huo had several assumptions, and he overturned them one by one. Immediately, he put the question behind him, after all, his own affairs were enough of a headache.

Walking out of the crypt, the militia such as Ziyan and Anmu were waiting boredly outside. Without saying a word, Leng Huo took out the skull, briefly explained the situation, and then said: "There are too many fish people, we are not opponents. The villagers had better leave and wait for the mercenary guild to deal with the fishmen before returning home. ”

Hearing that their compatriots were eaten alive, Anmu and the others were very sad and angry. But just like Leng Huo said, most of the villagers in Mengxi Village are low-eyebrow people who have no force value.

The low-eyebrow people are good at planting, smelting, gathering and other jobs, but they are not good at fighting. Although there are thousands of villagers in Mengxi Village, they are no match for the fish-man tribe at all.

If you foolishly stick to it, you can only become food for the fish people.

In fact, Cold Fire suspected that the fish-men were only attacking three people to test the village's defenses. If there is no retaliation, sooner or later, the fish-men will hunt humans on a large scale.

More than 3,000 mouths, not so easy to feed. And human animals, which are not as fast as flying deer, less powerful than black bears, and less fierce than wild wolves, are simply the best food.

Knowing that the situation was urgent, An Mu and the others did not dare to delay in the slightest, and immediately rushed back to the village. Soon, there was a sad cry from Mengxi Village.

It's hard to leave your homeland.

The area around Mengxi Village has been cultivated for nearly a hundred years, and once it leaves, it will have to reclaim the wasteland and compete with fierce beasts for territory. They need to make more sacrifices and efforts.

On the muddy road, two horses are running in the wind. A string of silver bell-like laughter echoed in the air, but it was the purple smoke that laughed back and forth on horseback. This is too rare for the taciturn purple smoke.

"Leng Huo, you're so relieved like this! Those cowards, they didn't dare to deal with the blood spider before, but now they dare to ask us for a loss fee, should!"

The cold wind tore apart the laughter of the purple smoke, mixed with the whistling sound that swept across the earth, and spread to the endless distance. From the Prancing Horse Tavern to Chixia City, the journey is very boring, but accompanied by the laughter of purple smoke, it also comforts loneliness.

There was no change in Chixia City, and the guards at the city gate were still in good spirits. Regardless of their strength, this perennial perseverance is worthy of respect.

After entering the city, Leng Huo and the two immediately went to meet Qiuyang and the others. Naturally, they would not continue to stay in the temple square, which was a meeting place for the believers, but not their home.

Today, they live in the Frost Inn. This shop has been open in Chixia City for hundreds of years, and it is as old as Chixia City. This is an inn with a very unique style, which is only circulated among the mercenaries of Calistia City, and has an excellent reputation.

The interior of the Frost Inn is predominantly white. The walls, the ceiling, and even the wooden staircase are the same color, it is as pale as frost, it is the color of white bone, and it makes people feel a little panicked after looking at it for a long time. No one knows why this happened, and in the end it can only be attributed to the bad taste of the first owner.

The two of them led their horses over, and immediately a waiter in a heavy blue cotton coat came to greet them. After Leng Huo instructed the waiter to take care of the horses with good materials, he and Ziyan walked into the hotel together.

Inside the gate, there is a cafeteria for travelers. Since it was not yet time to eat, there were not many people in the hall. So, at first glance, the two saw the iron pier.

He was bored playing with seven or eight chopsticks. Leng Huo and Ziyan sat down unceremoniously, Ziyan poured a cup of warm tea and drank it all. Immediately, she sniffed, looked at Tiedun in surprise, and said, "Shenlong is on top, Tiedun, you didn't drink, this is really unexpected." ”

Tie Dun's face was full of bitterness, he grabbed the pigtail on his head, and sighed, "You don't know, the captain said that we are short of money and leave now." I haven't tasted a drop of wine since I squeezed him three times the wine. I, I'm just dying of misery!"

Ziyan gloated with a face of schadenfreude and scolded: "The guy who doesn't want to be motivated, it should be!"

Tie Dun stretched out his fat fingers and lit the purple smoke, and said bitterly: "If you are careless in making friends, you are not careful in making friends!" As he spoke, he turned his face to look cold, smiled, and was extremely flattering, "Brother Lenghuo, look, we are all so familiar, can we borrow two gold coins to drink." There is no arrears, and the character is guaranteed!"

Before Leng Huo could speak, he heard a joking voice coming, "Haha, what did I see? Your Excellency Tiedun turned out to be this expression, I should really find a painter to make a sketch for you, so that you can pass it on to your descendants." ”

No need to ask, the person who came must be Mogen.

Sure enough, Qiuyang, Mogen, and Haizhu arrived together, and immediately filled a whole table. After not seeing each other for a few days, Qiuyang's complexion was much better, and it was obvious that his injuries had basically healed.

Leng Huo noticed that several people's black robes had traces of sewing. Apparently, after the battle with the Blood Spider, they did not change their torn clothes.

With a mere dozen silver coins to be saved, it seems that the team's financial situation is really not optimistic.