It was getting colder and colder, and the icy morning dew was wetting the cloak. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info The morning light lit the horizon, and the golden sun slowly rose from behind the earth, and the hungry Arcanis looked at it, thinking of the mayonnaise, and the round shield of the pursuers.

Her stomach, once more violently, squirmed, urging her to eat. Arcanis looked at the goose droppings wrapped in fallen leaves with complicated eyes. She hadn't eaten for almost a week since she had been chased into the wilderness by her pursuers. The road to escape was more difficult than she could have imagined. Thanks to the Magic Tower in the Capital of Hundred Spires, almost overnight, the wanted notice spread throughout the empire.

Broken arms, scars on her face, which is not a striking mark? What village and town is not wary of outsiders except a small town on a trade route? Not to mention that she also carries a halfling Tim. Unless she will be deformed, no matter how high the makeup is, it will be useless.

During the three days they fled, they encountered two groups of pursuers. Under very difficult circumstances, she negotiated with Tim to meet in the forest of La Roll, on the border of the Empire.

Now Arcanis is beginning to regret it.

If we go all the way, maybe I can eat his corpse?" As soon as this terrible thought appeared in her hungry mind, she quickly shook her head in fright, and the goose droppings in her hand fell to the ground.

When did she have to eat goose droppings? I'm afraid hunger controlled her.

Arcanis struggled to look away from the teal of the goose, and memory told her that there was food there.

No, I can still hunt critters. She desperately soothed her wriggling stomach.

After the weather is very cold, the geese are extinct, and they can't even eat. Memories told her again.

"Meow~~"

The hungry muttling cat, barking, jumped off the hood and walked towards the goose poop. Sniffed the goose feces, brewed for a while, opened her mouth and ate it, solving the **** problem for her.

"Whew. ”

This sigh, I don't know if the problem has been solved, or if I can't eat. Arcanis put Melly back in her hood and walked through the leaf-covered forest with a glimmer of hope.

She couldn't find anything to eat, not even a single bug. The earth seemed to be sifted through an invisible sieve, and there was nothing to eat.

I don't know if I was really screened, and even Melly didn't catch anything.

Arcarnes examined, a large tree stripped of its bark. This is not the first time she has seen traces of human activity, although she fled to the wilderness, there are more and more traces of human activity. Turned over rocks, campfires, leftover bone scraps, dried human, and she even saw a few human bones with human bite marks on them.

A terrible word came to her mind:

。

Memories of the past, vaguely indicating that she had experienced famine. They told her that the famine was terrible.

Arcanis examined the ground, following the obvious footprints. Where there are people, there is food, and most importantly, she can blend in with the refugee crowd, and the best way to hide a drop of water is to blend into the sea. A severed arm may be conspicuous, but refugees are not necessarily able-bodied, and conflicts erupt from bandits and food grabbing on the road, often leaving them with lifelong memories. Broken limbs are not too rare.

As for the scar, she has completely abandoned her love of beauty and dressed herself up like a patient who has survived the late stage of "pockmarking".

There are more and more traces of humanity, when the sun hangs in mid-air. Arcanis finally spotted the figure, and she climbed onto a dead tree, her hands trembling with hunger, the wound on her waist was nothing compared to hunger. She looked into the distance and saw groups of refugees on the avenue, like locusts, walking on the yellow earth.

There were no living beasts, and the loads on wheels were all pulled by people, and the yellow dust flying between the crowd seemed to be in a desperate mood. Even in the distance, the white-haired girl could feel the heavy breath of death and hunger in the crowd.

How do you get food from them? It's simple, violence.

In the midst of famine, the hungry people fully obey Mother Nature's cruelest and most basic law - the survival of the strong. In the face of hunger, morality, kindness, and order are as fragile as a piece of paper. Although there are people who cling to human conscience and morality, they will soon lose food, lose important things, and eventually be eliminated by nature.

But Arcanis wasn't going to rob, and the green eyes on her pockmarked face shone with pity.

No matter how ruthless the law is, she doesn't intend to abandon the bottom line of civilization and become a robber.

"Meow~~"

The cat in the hood made another hungry cry. Melly was loyal to her like her relative, and was she going to starve her to death?

"No, there will be a way. ”

"Let's trade. Kazkaz's voice rang out again, "Fool, I don't understand why you don't judge the situation? You can even give yourself a different face. ”

". Whenever Arcanis was tempted, she thought of Geralt's corpse. Some kind of bargain had taken away his soul, and the screams of his soul echoed in her head from time to time, making her hairs stand on end.

"Are you going to starve to death Melly, who has been with you, who could have abandoned you and found a master to live a good life. ”

"No need. Arcanis raised his eyebrows happily, "I've found a way." ”

The eastern part of the empire is gentle and rarely mountainous.

The avenues that refugees walk on are, at best, wilderness without trees and grass. Beside the avenue, several small hills protrude like fleas on bald heads. Several robbers, hiding behind a hill, barely enough to shield them from the refugees' view, completely exposed to Arcanis' sight.

The white-haired maiden approached them quietly, unnoticed, and she observed the robbers in the shadows. Not many, eight, seven leaned behind the hill, without saying a word, nervously waiting for the instructions of the "sentinels" of the group of refugees.

There was no armor, only a clumsy patched coat, and the weapons were rusty axes, crooked spears, and iron-clad sticks, which were pitifully shabby. It seems that even if you throw it into the piston oil press, you can't squeeze a drop of oil and water.

However, if you have something to eat, you can do it.

Arcanis waited patiently, she waited for the robbers to attack before attacking. In this way, the refugees may be able to thank her and give her some food, she will be able to blend in better with the refugees, and everyone will be able to help each other....

While she was thinking, the sentry hiding under the haystack suddenly stood up and shouted, "Stop us!"

The seven robbers behind the hill, like hungry wolves, ran quickly to both sides of the hill, intending to surround the group of refugees behind the hill. Arcanis scurried forward, stabbing one of the robbers in the heart from behind. No one paid attention to her, and she caught up with the robbers in front of her, and everyone stabbed them in the back, as simple as cutting a lump of butter.

As Arcanis took down the seventh robber, he heard a sound of horror from behind the hill. Filled with a sense of justice, she rushed to the top of the hill with her still bright scimitar. The eighth robber, like a madman, wielding a wooden stick wrapped in iron, drove the crowd away and rushed directly towards a small cart with several gray sacks tied to it. He hit the woman in the cart so hard that she was forced to put it down.

"Brothers, there's something to eat!"

He shouted with joy, without turning his head, picked up the knife and slashed it hard. The cut revealed the yellow fried wheat, and he was desperate to pounce on the leak, took a bite of the fried wheat, and chewed hard.

Standing on the hill, Arcanis watched this scene, and the words of justice in his mouth could not be spit out for a while.

The refugees did not run, nor did they attack the robbers, they looked at the white-haired hemp woman with a scimitar on the hill, their eyes mixed with panic and luck.

"The robber has been killed by me. She shouted weakly,

The robber was immediately pulled away by four hands, and while he was chewing on fried wheat, he shouted: "I... I.. Brother is in... Beside... Wait... I'll kill you... Guys!"

With one hand, you will pluck out the fried wheat from your mouth,

His eyes were red and he shouted fiercely, "Kill. You, killed.."

The iron hoe struck him once, twice, three times, four times.

The eighth robber died, and the refugees looked up at Arcanis. Hungry, she didn't have time to be shocked by the robber's death, and looked longingly at the fried wheat on the cart.

It was quiet again, and the refugees' eyes became more frightened, and the woman in the cart hurriedly covered a piece of coarse cloth with the opening of the cloth bag.

No one spoke, no one gave her a little food in return, and no one praised her.

"Give me food, and I will protect you. Arcanis suggested weakly.

No one answered, and several refugees stood in front of the cart, blocking her gaze. The rest, holding the grain hidden in the deepest part of the padded jacket with their hands, bent over, and took a few steps back, as if they were afraid that someone would snatch it away.

"Good Samaritan, be kind, we don't have much to eat. ”

One of the thirty-odd refugees, who appeared to be leading the way, ran out and fell to his knees. He has a thin yellow face, sunken cheeks, and high cheekbones, which looks more like a ghost.

"The loot is mine, so let's go. She swallowed a mouthful of spit and struggled to spit it out.

It's a long journey, and they refuse to take on an extra ration, so what if they encounter robbers again?

Since she was so stupid, Arcanis didn't bother to reason with them, she thought that the robbers must have some food on them.

However, she searched for fifteen minutes on eight corpses, and there were copper coins and some knick-knacks, but there was not a little bit of food.

There is nothing to eat.

She looked at the approaching group of refugees, her eyes filled with the green glow of hunger.