Akagi, one of the four northern provinces, may not have as many unique resources as the other three countries, but the Degong Hills guard the land route to Shikoku. The land is also rich in landforms www.biquge.info with its westernmost side bordering the open grasslands, extending eastward to hilly terrain, followed by rifts and plains.

At this moment, Ekor and Durag stopped under the iconic red clay walls of Akashire. Behind the two of them, a vast expanse of grassland seemed to stretch to the horizon, and their horses were kicking their hooves in the direction of the checkpoint, and their noses were snorting roughly.

"I don't understand, why can't you let us cross the border? I was born in Chixian, and the one behind me who bothered you to glance at it a little, and see that the green eyes and pointed ears are not related to the North Effin at all!" shouted Durag from a distance across the fence at the outpost opposite.

His loud shouting did not give him preferential treatment, but instead made the other pedestrians who were about to enter the country show curious eyes. The men tended to glance at him first, and then at Ekko, whose inexplicable gaze and accompanying whispers made Echo subconsciously pull down the brim of his hat, and Durag suddenly elongated his face at the sight of this action.

"What are you covering? Your face isn't ugly!"

Because it's not ugly, should it be exposed and let people visit? Or can't it be crossed, it's all up to him to cover it up, and it's suspicious? Icco was secretly angry in her heart.

He took off his hat and slapped him twice, and then deliberately said in a tone mixed with Elven language: "You are right, Your Excellency, I should indeed show my face more, and maybe I should show my lute so that I can earn some room and board before you can get rid of the things of entering the country." ”

"What are you talking about?" Durag replied, frowning.

The two were at the beginning of an argument when the crowd of people preparing to pass through the checkpoint suddenly stirred. Looking at the situation, it seems that a few guys are fed up with the abrasive entry procedures and can't help but push others.

This caught the sentinel's attention, and several shouts joined in. But instead of bringing order, their interference made the elements of the commotion more and more active. Suddenly, a woman's scream came. Eko turned her head to look at the crowd, only to see someone stab the sentry and turn the bloody knife at the passerby.

For a moment, the people at the front of the line scattered and fled, and several guys with knives emerged from the panicked crowd. They frantically attacked pedestrians, men and women, as close as they got close enough to slash down with their knives, and in just a few seconds, pools of blood were piling up on the ground. But even after seeing such a bloody scene, there were still people standing in a daze, and Durag was one of them. He stared at the gang of outlaws in a daze, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Are these guys crazy?" Durag muttered quietly.

Seeing that he was as conspicuous as a target, Eko hurriedly dragged him aside and crouched down on the side of the fence.

At this point, the gang began to storm the checkpoint again, and they desperately climbed the fence to the outpost hut. Amid a burst of exclamations, the unresponsive outpost defenders finally woke up, and dozens of arrows flew out, turning the guy who had climbed over the fence into a meat skewer. The remaining outlaws began to flee. Hearing the neighing of the horses one after another, only one of the two horses that Eko had been tied to was left, and one of the gangsters stepped on the stirrups and turned over to step on the remaining white horses.

"Oh, damn it, it's fucking insane. Durag scolded angrily. He threw his legs after the guy who was on the horse, and was almost hit by a stray arrow. In desperation, Eko blew the horse's whistle with his finger, and the white horse, called "All Right Cookie," jumped up and down like a rabbit, and the guy who rode him was thrown to the ground before he could sit down. "Okay Cookie" stomped his head and stomped to break free from the reins, and then ran to Eko.

In a short time, the "mustang" who had fallen before became a docile rabbit beside Eko, which made Durag's eyes very red, and he patted the horse's nose and was about to laugh at himself, when several explosions made "Okay Cookie" stand up on his front hooves.

Amid the frightened neighing of the horses, the two were surprised to find that the fence next to the outpost had been opened, and the dust raised by the explosion had not yet completely dispersed, and the severed limbs and minced flesh stained with dust were scattered in one place in the east and one in the west. The situation was similar in another place where the dust was raised, except that there were many innocent passers-by lying on the ground screaming.

"Is it a thunderstone?" asked Eko, soothing the horses. As far back as he can remember, he had heard similar movements from afar.

"Nonsense!" replied Durag, annoyed.

The answer caused Eko to take a deep breath, and the memories of leaving d'Estaing flooded over him like a wave. Ola, Luthman, and the other man with the same name seemed to come back to life, and then experienced another death in his heart.

Ekor involuntarily closed his eyes, and by the time he opened them again, Durag had already run towards the wounded. He half-crouched on the ground, scolding as he took something out of the medicine box he carried with him and gave emergency treatment to the injured.

However, there were too many injuries, and in a matter of moments, Durag was able to curse the perpetrator of the tragedy. He pressed a dying dick, and the words that floated out of his mouth were replaced by healing spells. Ekor came to the side, heard the obscure things, and realized that the guide was indeed a mage. But this man was very different from the mages he knew, he was an unassuming anomaly, without a sense of scary mystery, and he loved to taunt people.

He looked away from the mage and looked around him, where the crowd was slowly gathering towards the dead and wounded, the uninjured and the bleeding were all crying wolf, and there were also evil intentions mixed with the evil ones. I saw an old man crying and squatting beside the dead man, brushing the jewelry that the other party was wearing, and then put his hand into the dead man's clothes.

Ekor looked at the man for a moment, then looked away indifferently. He had no intention of meddling, and as he made his decision, a young man rushed up and grabbed the old thief's arm. The two of them were arguing and pushing, but they were bumped into by the guards who had just arrived. But the old thief seemed to have been beaten backwards, and the young man was restrained by the soldiers first. The officer in command of the group waved his hand at his men in annoyance, and turned to Ekor and them.

"What are you doing?" shouted the man, pointing at Durag.

Ikor caught a glimpse of Durag's frowning and flawless response, and immediately replied loudly, "He's saving people, he's a mage." ”

The officer was stunned, and then stepped in between the two with his men. At the moment, Durag is still rescuing the wounded. His hands folded against the bandaged heart of a man, beads of sweat on his forehead. Suddenly, the man's chest swelled upward, and then, a choking cough and blood foamed out of his mouth, and Durag took a half-step back and sat down on the ground.

"Finally got his life back. He breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe the sweat away.