The sunlight that leaked through the shadows of the leaves in the forest was a hazy golden green, mottled across the brown sunshade roof of the carriage.

Riding the camel beast, Ian followed the slowly advancing caravan, and he looked up at the source of the sun, the sky was long, but it was divided by the branches, and dyed with a hint of green.

On the branches of the trees were a few common small brittle sparrows, with light green feathers and a circle of brown neck feathers, tilting their heads to look at the caravan, chirping.

Maybe it's because their heads are smaller, or they're really bold, they are not afraid of people, so they often become a snack for Nanling children's snacks - hence the name of Little Crispy Bone.

Ian also ate it, and it tasted good.

But today is not the time, and the birds in early summer are thin.

The caravan followed the official road and headed northeast.

The White Chamber Chamber of Commerce and the White Room Fleet are the family property of the White Citizens of Harrison Harbor, and Ian naturally has some management rights, but this time he is not the steward of the caravan, just a passenger who goes out of the city with the team and will leave halfway.

Of course, no one really treats him as a passenger, Ian can monopolize a car and a camel by himself, as evidenced by the fact that the steward often runs to shush the cold and ask for warmth.

This caravan included not only the White People, but also other Harrison Harbor medicine pickers and hunters.

Like Ian, they are passengers who will leave halfway through, and their goal is to go 'far away' at the entrance to the Baison Mountains.

Although Nanling is rich in resources, most of the surrounding areas of the city have been looted, and if there are, they are basically enclosed by local lords or natives.

If you want to really get enough of the hunt, you have to go into the mountains and search for a long time that can last for several weeks or even more than two months.

This is the origin of 'Far Hunting'.

In the tradition of the Nanling mountain people, only those who have gone through a long hunt are considered adults, and in the process, hunters learn to survive independently, seek out prey, judge and use every bit of available use in their surroundings, and join forces with trustworthy companions to deal with tricky enough prey.

Ian's travels are essentially a kind of long-distance hunting.

Most of these hunters and herb pickers who want to hunt far away are good hands that have been tempered, but now the Terra Continent is still not peaceful, especially in Nanling, not to mention the indigenous mountain people, bandits and robbers, the special combat teams of the Flying Flame Land have indeed infiltrated the surrounding areas of various autonomous regions and colonies, causing many shocking tragedies.

For example, the town of Mina, near Trois-Rivières, was attacked by a hard-armored bear, several families were eaten alive, and most of the town's wooden walls were destroyed.

However, the Hard-Armored Bear is a gentle bear that only eats fish and honey, and the Ascension of Three Rivers City, who came to kill the giant bear, discovered that the Hard-Armored Bear was infected with a fungus that originated in the Flying Flame Land, and its nose was destroyed, so it became violent.

Similar signs of fungal infections are spreading, and many wild animals are showing a tendency to become ferocious.

Creature warfare in the Flamelands has begun.

At this time, they have to travel alone, which is a bit big-hearted, so smart Nanling people will choose to travel together, or simply find a caravan to partner with.

Most of the caravan was made up of acquaintances, but Ian was the only one he could really talk about.

After the bloody battle with the natives back then, this medicine picker learned from the pain, and felt that if he still had the mentality of messing around like before, let alone the bad money, he would probably be treated as rotten meat by the natives or wild beasts.

Therefore, he trained hard for several years, passed the assessment of the caravan, and became a team leader.

"Ian, how's it going, are you still adapting?"

The tall former herb picker approached on a pack horse, and he smiled and said, "It's the first time you've gone far away, right?" Do you need me to teach you some wilderness survival skills? Don't worry, don't charge money! ”

"Come on."

Ian glanced at him and pretended to be disdainful: "I just haven't been out of the port, it's not that I haven't been out of the port, I may have killed more demonic beasts than you've ever seen, and I don't need you to teach me survival skills." ”

"But if you're willing to pay me, I can teach you a little bit about the labyrinth."

"Then I don't have any money." Brin raised his hand in surrender.

Back then, Brin really wanted to rob Ian's sleeping fans, but not to mention that this was an inducement estimated by the teenager, and he fought desperately to the end for Ian's safety, so the teenager had already forgiven the other party.

It's a family, it's all a misunderstanding.

Over the years, Brin has often come over with the latest herbal news in the market and some small channels to remind Ian of which cheap and affordable herbs to stock up on now, so the relationship between the two sides is not bad.

"You're going to Leanling, and we'll have to separate in the Midra Autonomous Region, which is located in a small basin of two mountains, and there's only one road leading through."

After exchanging pleasantries, Brin began to get down to business, unfolding the map to Ian and explaining in detail, "We need to pass through the area of influence of the Great Rift Valley and the Phantom Labyrinth Reef Group, pass through Ammore, and then arrive at Trois-Rivières. It's a dangerous journey, so you need to be careful. ”

"Further up, there is the mouth of the Indigo Mountain Gorge of the mountain people, and behind it is the Agate Stone Plain. It's so much too flat to get there. Let's separate at the Agate Plain, we continue to Nauman City, and you change the route to Leanling, the whole journey may take more than ten days. ”

"There won't be robbers or anything along the way, will they?"

Ian felt that there was nothing wrong with this route, so he nodded, and then asked casually, "What do you usually do when you encounter bandits?" Give money or fight? Do I need to sweep them all over? ”

"Hey."

To this question, Brin just shook his head: "Where are the robbers south of the Agate Stone Plain - can the robbers have our native murderers here?" ”

"The robbers will open the way after receiving the money, maybe they can still do some business, but the natives will eat people!"

"Yes." Ian thought about it for a moment, and felt that his idea was a bit of nonsense.

Don't look at the redwood forest natives are now decaying, but in the final analysis, they are also 'forces' with their own sublimator inheritance...... Robbers, who are scattered and brave, or poor people who can't survive, dare to enter the wooded areas around Port Harrison, and the result may be to deliver fresh food to the natives.

"Understood."

Ian said to Brin: "Remember to call me if you have something, and ask me for identification when you encounter good things, your own caravan, don't be too troublesome." ”

"If you encounter a natives or robbers who don't have long eyes, remember to tell me that I want to experiment with new weapons."

"Good. But Warcraft are more common than these guys. ”

Brin laughed, waved his hand, and continued to lead the team in front.

And Ian just smiled.

A veteran herb picker like Brin is the best escort for the Nanling caravan after professional training, patrolling and roaming around the caravan as it advances, monitoring the surrounding situation, and making it easier to spot traps or natural miasma sources in the forest.

With the sound of bells to drive away wild beasts, the caravan moved smoothly forward, sometimes into the deep forest, sometimes to the riverside.

When it rains lightly, the trees along the official road begin to 'breathe', and a white mist flows from tree to tree, a phenomenon unique to the large redwood forest area, through which the forest is said to communicate information, like pheromones among ants.

From time to time, you can see the Iwok River, which is often filled with merchant ships flowing down the river, transporting giant trees and goods that can be used to build ships.

If it weren't for the source of the River Iwok in the depths of the Bison Mountains, but around Nauman City, Harrison Port could have been built ten times faster.

Ian enjoyed the scenery of the primeval forest on the side of the road, even the power of the empire could not restrain this land for long, the official road opened decades ago is now somewhat dilapidated and decayed, and perhaps in another ten years, the road will return to the wilderness.

The weeds that climb on the pavement, the small trees and the loose floating soil covered with a layer of moss are the proof of this.

But that's okay, there will always be a new way for people to come out.

But the boy didn't just stare at the scenery.

"The third."

He looked at the birds in the tree, counted the inexplicable numbers, and then nodded slightly: "There are really a lot of them." ”

However, because there was no 'immediate danger', he didn't care, and just continued to ride the camel beast and move forward leisurely.

And the other side.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

A small hill that has been converted into a secret stronghold in a former bear den.

The veteran with short brown hair looked up and opened his eyes, a pale yellow aura of psionic energy flickering.

His face was solemn, and the burly soldier on the side immediately stood up straight and asked solemnly, "Is there anything abnormal?" ”

"It's kind of weird."

The old man with a flame-like accent muttered to himself, his sparse eyebrows furrowed, and the wrinkles were folded in a circle: "The flying bird I control seems to have been spotted by the target...... But it seems that it is just a matter of watching birds? ”

"Is that all he loves to watch birds? Then next time change to a small animal monitoring. ”

Shaking his head slightly, calming his mind, the old man said solemnly: "I continue to monitor, you go and inform the local team that one of our targets has left Port Harrison." ”

"When the time comes, start planning and capture it!"