"Probably here," Winnie pondered, as she mounted her horse and pointed to a bumpy rock face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info"This is it, that's where I got separated from Nina. At that time, the people ran out like crazy, but fortunately, the knights with ember weapons did not stop them. ”

By this time it was almost dark. Mike took the reins and looked in the direction Winnie was pointing. There were scraps of fabric and pots and bowls scattered on the floor, and in addition to the bodies of two men, one of them wearing a brown woolen shirt and gray-black woolen breeches, striding on the stains of urine, and the other striding on a pair of black half-high boots with almost worn soles, beside him was a short dagger stuck in an oil-soaked holster.

As the distance approached, Mike found that the two bodies had been unrecognizable, except that their faces could not be recognized before their deaths, and they were uneven and laid out like a mess of mud.

Seeing this, Winnie quickly twisted her face to the side, and grabbed the mane of the ploughing horse under her crotch tightly with both hands, trying not to look at the face that was as thin as minced meat.

"Aren't you a witch? Mike opened his mouth to break the silence, "like chanting a spell to turn a person into a rabbit with a broken leg, and then stomping on it." He let go of the reins and pointed to the two messes of rotten flesh on the ground, "Look at them,, huh?"

"The Abbey of Folly prohibits this kind of witchcraft," Winnie forced herself to turn her head, but her gaze was firmly on Mike, "The witch in charge of the house told us that if we inflict vicious witchcraft on people, the caster will grow old overnight, whether that is true or not, in short, no witch would take such a big risk if it were not for hatred!"

"In this way, if the hatred is great, you will still turn people into rabbits with broken legs, and they will be trampled to pieces. Mike shrugged, pulled back the reins, and headed down the gentle downhill.

The valley that used to be calm has changed its appearance, and everywhere you can see, there are scattered bamboo baskets, sickles, broken mats, carts, coarse linen and broken clothes that were discarded when the crowd fled, and even a few children's corpses, the originally clear lake has also become turbid, although the flowing water washes away the blood stains in it, but it cannot wash away the corpses, armor, and broken halberds of the two armies, and the surrounding forests have also been burned, but wherever the eyes sweep, there are all corpses all over the field, a mess.

"Guess where they're going?" muttered Mike, crouching by the lake, looking at the rippling reflections.

"I'll have to ask you. Winnie got off her horse and stood behind him. "The city of Nipur is now an ocean of Unun River, and the rest of the villages and towns are either abandoned or overrun by bandits, where can they go?"

"The exit of the valley is north. Mike stood up and followed her train of thought, "Where is the north?" and he turned to look at her, "Assyria?"

"No, it's an ancient forest too big you can't imagine. ”

"Too big for me to imagine?" Mike smirked, "Ma'am, you're Sumerian, and you probably haven't been to the First Continent. There, people often use a proverb to describe the Angolan grasslands: "In the whole continent, one thousandth of the land is towns, one percent of the land is rivers, one-tenth of the land is mountains and forests, and the rest is all Angolan grasslands!" he turned and looked at the lake covered by the setting sun, "How big can the ancient forest be?"

"I don't know exactly how big it is, but what matters is its legend, a story that everyone knows in Sumer. Winnie walked up to him and continued, "Legend has it that thousands of years ago, that forest was called Gorus Dunvede, meaning Forest of Terror. At that time, there were no lords and kings on the mainland, and the cities were governed by monasteries in various places. Later, a sorcerer sealed the artifact in the Dragon's Blood Forest, and the rumor that the person who obtained the artifact won the world began to ....."

Mike listened to her quietly, his eyes no longer contemptuous. "Anyway, you mean that a Sumerian with a brain wouldn't venture through the Dragon's Blood Forest, right?" he turned to look at her sunset-red cheeks, and his tone was very sincere.

"Yes," Winnie nodded, "if I had to guess, I think they might be walking along the edge of the forest." ”

"The edge of the forest?" Mike frowned, "where is that?"

"To the west is your, and to the east is Elidu. Winnie looked at him sideways, "There must have been a merchant among the fleeing townspeople, or a bard who had traveled the continent, and they must have known that the people of your were stubborn and undiplomatic, but Elidu, on the contrary, was by nature hospitable, and although they were located on the easternmost part of the continent, they loved to deal with all those on the continent. ”

"So, they're heading east?" Mike turned his head to look at the ploughing horses grazing.

As the sun had completely set, their mounts gasped for breath from exhaustion, and they followed the steep trail that led the only way out of the valley to the north, and when they got out of the valley, they turned east, and the wind turned with it, bringing with them the smell of fresh shoots and earthy grass.

When midnight came, the two camped on the plain in the afternoon, filled their stomachs with the food left over from lunch, and then fell asleep on the earth.

As the sun rose high, they continued toward Elidu on the other side of the continent, passing through small forests, where they picked wild fruits to satisfy their hunger, then the grasslands, and then through the tributaries of the Unun, filled the river with water, and restarted their journey.

The sun keeps climbing and setting. Until one day it hung above the horizon, like an orange eye, half-hidden behind the golden clouds of the western sky, and the brilliant colors gradually revealed the pale sky of the morning twilight, and in Winnie's imagination, the sky became a river, and they swam straight up, lurking underwater, safe and soundly above the continent with the unusually bright schools of fish.

"What a beautiful .....," she muttered as she sat in the saddle. Of course, the place she looked at was to the east, and since Sumeria was the highest in the east, it was lower and lower as far west as it went, which was why Nipur was flooded by the Unun River. But Mike, who was in charge of the reins, suddenly shuddered, and the ploughing horse with incredible endurance under his crotch immediately galloped.

The great river in the east reflected the morning glow, and in the distance on the other side of the river, she saw another forest.

After a gallop, the horses slowed down and trotted into the forest, and Winnie saw what seemed to be a rolling hill ahead, but it was only a moment before she understood why Mike was so impatient into the forest. "What are those people doing?" she asked softly to the man behind her.

"I don't know," Mike kicked in the belly of the horse, driving the horse behind a big thick tree, "but it must not be for an outing." ”