In a wasteland of withered weeds and bones of all kinds, a ragged traveler walked alone, the black hills looming in the distance behind him. The www.biquge.info of the Pavilion is a vast plain, but it is extremely barren: the cracked brown earth has no crops, and the occasional remnant of a few abandoned houses can be seen.

The bitter cold wind swept up the dust on the ground, and the tourists couldn't help but wrap themselves in their old cloaks. He hid most of his face under his hood, and all anyone could see was a somewhat messy beard in the shadows. In contrast to his deliberately concealed appearance, the huge two-handed sword, which was only wrapped in tattered cloth, was carried on his sturdy back, and the simple gray hilt stood quietly on his right shoulder like a highly vigilant snake.

On the dead willow tree, a black crow stood on the branch with an eerie scream, its dark eyes flashing, staring at the corpse of the centaur that had just been disemboweled. One lizardman was raising a fire under a tree, and the other was cutting the emaciated hind legs of a centaur. The traveler didn't shy away from coming into their sight, causing the two lizardfolk to pick up their tomahawks, which were full of grooves, and glared at the burly human.

The traveler stopped, his face still hidden in the shadow of his hood, but his right hand was firmly grasped on the hilt of the sword on his shoulder. The lizardmen hesitated for a moment, whispered to each other a few times, and then reluctantly retreated. Surprisingly, the humans didn't seem interested in their food, leaving the two lizardfolk behind and continuing on their journey.

Like many humans in the land of barbarians, Uncle Luo dressed himself up as a down-and-out warrior, hiding his identity and background while also showing his strength. In this wild and wild region, it is extremely dangerous to be alone, and those who do not know how to fight here will be like the centaur, reduced to food in the mouth of an unknown race.

It's been 3 days since he left the cave, leaving behind an elf woman and a sick young man who has just woken up, which really makes him feel uneasy. In order to save his foot, he did not choose to take a detour to avoid the lizardmen, but fortunately, his strong physique and huge weapons played a good deterrent effect, so he avoided the conflict. Looking at the sky that had gradually darkened, Uncle Luo tightened his cloak again and quickened his pace.

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In the past 3 days, Leon's physical fitness has made great progress, and after running at a rapid pace in full armor, although his breathing is a little rough, there is no trace of fatigue in his face. He returned to the cave, unloaded his armor and weapons, grabbed the water cup and drank the water, wiped the corners of his mouth arrogantly, and asked the wings who were boiling the broth, "When will Uncle Luo come back?"

"About 10 days round trip!" Her long winged hair was tied into a ponytail and coiled at the back of her head, she gently sipped some broth with a spoon, her pink lips sucked slightly, and after a little taste, she nodded and said, "Well, you can eat it!"

Leon sat down beside the fire, looked at the iron fist that was gradually filled with broth, and muttered to himself: "10 days have only passed 3 days, I have fully adapted to the cold weather and the weight of the armor, what should I do with the remaining 7 days, really, why did Uncle Luo choose to leave at this time!" Although his mouth was complaining, when the aroma of the broth was approaching his nose, he still picked up his rice bowl and devoured it without resistance.

The winged elven eye glanced at the eye, stopped the spoon filled with the broth, and said calmly, "This is our agreement with our companions, when you wake up, you will make a special mark in the designated place. They go there every 4 months to check on them, and when they see the mark, they come back to the cave to join us. Today is December 10, 999 in the continental calendar, just in time for the agreed time, if we miss this time, we will have to wait 4 more months!"

"I see!" Leon nodded thoughtfully, sipping the broth as he sketched out the general appearance of his companions.

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"Big brother, big brother, will Boss Sarion wake up this time?" As soon as the thin man finished speaking, he was instantly covered by someone's mouth.

The big man pressed one hand his companion's face, and looked around vigilantly. This noisy tavern called "Black Wither" is filled with adventurers of all kinds and races. Located in the eastern part of the Barbarian Lands, close to the territory of the Imperial Front, it is one of the few uneventful intelligence transit points in this disorderly land.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual, Dahan reprimanded angrily: "Stupid, don't mention that word. I can continue to call Datou, and you can continue to call Xiaobai, but his name must be avoided. Retracting his palm, the big head picked up a bounty list on the black market, and lowered his voice, "See for yourself, what is his bounty now!"

Xiaobai took the bounty list, and looked at it, on the yellow-brown parchment, the first line really read: The fourth prince of the former Duchy of Mandis, Saarion, the reward is 100 gem coins!" "Wow! The price has increased again, 100 gem coins, equivalent to 100,000 gold coins, it is really sky-high, enough to arm an army!"

The big head glanced at Xiaobai, and said angrily: "So you must pay attention next time you speak! If you make a mistake again, be careful that I will blow your head." Put the bounty slip away!" The big man picked up his glass and drank the ale.

Xiaobai lifted his shoulders apologetically, carefully rolled up the parchment, and put it in the linen shoulder bag he carried with him. When they opened the package, there were many large and small parchments inside, which were all kinds of information that they had collected over the past four months.

Datou and Xiaobai, who were born in the market, can be said to be comfortable lurking in this kind of place where dragons and snakes are mixed. After breaking up with everyone in the hilly area, he has been wandering as an adventurer in various information transfer stations in the barbarian land. They update their information every 4 months, in order to convey the latest and most comprehensive information to their companions as soon as possible.

However, when the two adventurers were unaware, in the corner behind them, a man hidden in the gray light, had an unknown smile on the corner of his mouth.

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Night had fallen, and Bekra was waiting in a carriage on the corner of the village. A brown cotton jacket covered with patches wrapped around his chubby body, and he wore torn cotton shoes on his feet, looking like a peasant. Even so, the two-handed sword beside him was still polished. He used to be called Bakers, and like Leon, he was too eye-catching in the Battle of Merde, and now he can only use a pseudonym.

This village is the territory guarded by the goblins, and the natural love of money makes them resolutely establish a village-like trading center here despite the dangers of the barbarian land. Torch-lit patrols of heavily armed goblin patrols are everywhere, ready to quell all sorts of conflicts. Although this practice is extremely risky, the bustling crowd proves that there is a relationship between supply and demand in a chaotic place, and after paying high taxes, merchants and mercenaries of many races enter the village called "Concern Investment" to trade.

Shell responded to the provocation of a bear man with a vicious expression, and after watching the big man leave, he turned his gaze to his companion not far away. Morgan was dressed better than a shell, with no patches on his padded jacket and a fur vest with many pockets. With an unhappy countenance, he said goodbye to a bearded dwarf who was only half a man tall, and walked to the carriage with a small bag in his hand.

"Miser, I've traded so many times, and I'm still so stingy!"

Baker threw his two-handed sword and some luggage into the carriage, fiddling with it and smiling, "Okay! You buy the iron ore of the stone-throwing gnomes at a low price, and sell it to the dwarves at a high price." This kind of opportunistic way to make money is only made by your money pot Morgan, so don't be too little!"

Morgan flipped his money bag and let out a deep breath helplessly, "I've been working in the barbarian land for more than 2 years, and I've only earned a few thousand gold coins, and this money is far from enough!" He raised his head with a worried face, looked at the dark night that completely pulled down the prelude, and continued to speak: "I'm going to spend the night here tonight, and I'll go to the assembly place tomorrow!"

A melancholy expression also appeared on Baker's face, he continued to pack his luggage, and said with some loss: "It's been another 4 months, I don't know if I can see that special mark this time!"