In the Silent Wasteland, to the west of Tinghai Town, if there is no transportation such as horses or dragon carts, just walking on foot, no matter how strong your feet are, you will have to walk for a day and a night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but fortunately, there are many post stations and hotels along the way, so as not to let those travelers sleep in the wilderness.

As a venue for special trials, it's really quite qualified. Not only is the natural conditions in the wasteland harsh, but the distribution of its magical beasts is different from that of the gentle Nikki Mountains, which will have a ladder distribution.

The demonic beasts of different intensities of the wasteland were scattered in all directions, down to the half-demonic beast native soft worms, up to the sixth-order golden-scaled two-headed snakes, they were scattered almost irregularly on this vast and boundless evil land. Even under the outermost dirt bag, a fourth-order calamity scorpion may emerge, and some lucky ones may even encounter fierce beasts that only appear in heroic stories.

And don't expect to run into any herbivorous monsters, all the monsters that can still inhabit here at ease, they must be carnivorous, and they will take the initiative to attack all creatures that seem weak.

That's why this kind of test is "affectionately" called the death trial.

With these unpredictable dangers, surviving is more than just a matter of fighting bravely. They must have a mind that is smart enough to use the survival skills they have learned, a torch-like eye that allows them to accurately distinguish between enemies and those they can only dodge from, and a strong heart that provides them with full courage and composure at critical moments, and some cruelty when necessary.

There are very few students who can be so good, and even fewer students who are good enough and have the courage and confidence to evaluate themselves. Of the 8 students who participated this time, I don't know if two of them were like that.

Now, they are on their way to the exam room under the escort of their instructors.

"Tender chicken, have you ever seen a native soft worm?" a thin-faced, yellow-haired sunny boy pulled an earth-colored two-finger-thick insect to the eyes of Meng Qi beside him, "Look, it's this little guy." ”

The worm kept wriggling in the boy's hand, but its exertion only made the two fingers embedded in the soft body sink deeper and deeper.

"It's the weakest creature in the whole of the Silent Wasteland, and this is before you get there, of course. As he walked, he continued, "The demonic beasts of the entire wasteland, as long as they want to, can hunt such cuteness at will. Just like you. ”

Monchi just stared at the writhing bug, but didn't respond.

"Lori, don't forget what I told you, save the strength to speak. The mentor who walked next to them, Marken, said in a deep voice, he was a taciturn person, and naturally did not like others to talk in front of him, even if the object of ridicule was not himself.

"Got it! Uncle Macken. The yellow-haired boy named Lori played the tail note long, which made the answer a little awkward.

Marken frowned, but didn't say anything. It was impossible to tell if his furrowed brow was out of annoyance at the perfunctory attitude, or if he was unhappy with the title.

These two were the only two students in his class to participate in the special trial this year, and there were only two people in a class of 50 people. However, compared to those classes where all the people participate in ordinary trials, 2 is also an astronomical number.

Lori noticed his uncle's look, and threw the little bug at Monchi in amusement, and then walked over to the front whistling as if nothing had happened, signaling that he would not provoke the tender chicken again.

The bug hit it but only brought a soft feeling, and Meng Qi caught it with his hand and sent it into his mouth, and the mellow feeling spread in his mouth. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

This bug is not unique to the Silent Wasteland, it can be seen in almost all of Voyabitz.

As Lori said, almost any living thing can chew it up and turn it into feces. But do not forget that perhaps in the entire Silent Wasteland, it is the only one that goes the farthest.

Listen to Haizhen

At eight o'clock in the morning, the whole town was infected by the fiery atmosphere of the market, and everyone was walking much brisker than usual, and some people even wanted to fly.

Saza, for example, but instead of the Bazaar, he was heading to the Silent Wasteland, a terrible place on earth, though its name didn't sound terrible.

Without hesitation, he walked briskly to the west gate of the town, and he had to catch up with the gang of fellows at the war school. Although his attitude was very resolute, he couldn't explain why he decided to help Meng Qi so voluntarily this time.

Is it to repay a favor, don't want to see him die, or is it because of the dagger that the other party gave him? Undeniably, these are one of the reasons. But there was something more important than that, and he knew it well, the moment he heard about the journey to the Silent Wasteland, he was ready for the adventure. Admittedly, he was really tired of the ordinary life, or rather, he fell in love with that feeling of his heart racing.

Now, he wants to get that feeling back. Yes, a zero-order moon stage magic apprentice wants to enter the lonely wasteland, and anyone can get back the feeling of heartbeat. Although he wanted to go to help Monchi, entering the wasteland was also a great test for himself. Unfortunately, Neville won't reward him for this.

For some reason, I suddenly felt that my current mentality was a bit like that of a prostitute who had encountered a robber. This made him pout.

I hope that message will make Laura and Sean forgive me one more time." He was about to walk out of the west gate, Saza thought.

Suddenly, he felt something hit him on the head, and it was a pebble. He looked back and opened his mouth in surprise: "Dad?"

"Should you say something to me, like where are you going now?" Sean stood and looked at him.

"Looks like you're not home yet," Saza rubbed his chin to help him figure out how to explain to his father, and he said, "Dad, I think I need to do that." ”

Sean walked over and put his arm around his son's shoulder: "I don't think Lola thinks so, come on, let's talk about what you're going to do first." ”

"I have an acquaintance, and you should remember him—the guy who blocked the hammer for you. "He's in a little trouble right now, and I think he might need my help." ”

He was wise enough not to tell where he was going, so maybe Shaun would think he was just going to Novitz Grove, west of Tinghai.

If Sean knew he was heading to the Silent Wasteland, he believed he would be locked in his home and watched his father go to the Wasteland alone.

If Sean had gone, he would have faced much greater danger than Saza, after all, no matter how skilled he was, he was still an ordinary person after all.

"Really?" asked Sean.

"I swear. ”

"Are you back for dinner?"

Hearing Sean's acquiescence, Saza couldn't help but grinned, "It shouldn't be." "'Maybe it'll be in time for dinner in a few days.'" He said to himself.

Sean stepped forward and gave him a hug: "Stay safe, kid. ”

Looking at the back of his father's departure, Saza suddenly felt a sense of guilt, but he had already decided, hadn't he?

He turned and walked out of the west gate.

night

Escorted by their mentors, the eight Spinogenous students who participated in the Death Trial had already completed half of their journey to the wasteland, and if nothing else, they would be there by tomorrow evening. But before they can do that, they have to take a break in the inns along the way.

The crowd ate the food that the innkeeper had prepared for the night, some broth, and some animal meat, which, though carefully processed, tasted quite good, but which were undoubtedly the cheapest here. To be able to run an inn in such a place, the owner was obviously a shrewd businessman.

At the dinner table, while chewing on food, Meng Qi would from time to time observe the classmates who were still eating at the same table with him, and that they would no longer feel nervous about the trial.

But a day later, they will be a thorn in each other's side. Perhaps, now, he could feel the way other people looked at him. Disgust, ridicule, contempt, or both, but this malice no longer affects him.

Tomorrow's trial, no one will be allowed to bring anything other than their own weapons, not even a jug of water. After all, it was a scarce resource in the wasteland, for a person with no experience in the wilderness.

Each of the 8 students will be sent to a different location in the wasteland, which will be decided on an ad hoc basis.

The only thing to worry about affecting the fairness of the trial is the human factor from outside, such as encountering some adventuring mercenaries in the wasteland, or some people with malicious intentions who have already followed them.

As for things like these students would bring in their own help, the school didn't think about it. Because these people who participated in the death trial were all civilian students, they couldn't afford to ask for any help, and as for those rich children who could afford to ask for help, they wouldn't risk their lives to participate in such a dangerous trial for the sake of the mere battle skill primordial. Of course, there are always exceptions.

But actually, without being tracked. Trying to find someone in the middle of nowhere, it's really looking for a needle in a haystack.

After the meal, the students followed their respective instructors out of the cafeteria and to their rooms, where they had to take a break. Tonight may be the last quiet night for some of them.

As he walked up the stairs, Monchi suddenly felt a blow to his shoulder, though not very strong. The man was wearing a hooded tunic and he didn't see the other person's face, but he could smell a faint mint smell.

"Young chicken, what are you in a daze? Hurry up and go to the last dream of your life. Lorry suddenly slapped him the shoulder.

This way of greeting Monchi is not resistant, but it is also divided. He glanced at the other party, but still didn't say anything, and walked straight upstairs.

Of course, he could feel the indifference in his attitude win a smile in his eyes, but there was no more of it.