If the environment of the brown soil hills can be described as birds not laying eggs, then the landscape of the Camille Heath can be called a ghost crying wolf and a bleak cloud. (M starter)

It is said that a thousand years ago, when the kingdom of Oakland did not exist, it was originally a mountain range within the territory of the Falcon Empire, stretching for hundreds of miles, and like the current Yunlu Mountains, it was almost covered by untouched black forest. It wasn't until the family of the Oakland Ancestors was enthroned here that they carved out their territory and established their first city.

The original name of the city was Kungurtin, which translates to Thunder Castle, later known as Thunder Fortress, in what is now the lingua franca.

The Oakland Monarch founded a kingdom here and fought a great battle with the Falcon Empire's crusading legions. Each side invested multiple Gold-rank combat forces, and the aftermath of the battle destroyed an entire mountain range into a wasteland.

As far as the eye can see, the gray wasteland is like a piece of dry black bread, and the ground is not covered with dirt, but large and small gravel, and on both sides of the road, all kinds of damaged boulder pillars can be seen everywhere. A bitter cold wind blew through the cracks in the stones, and let out a terrible howl of ghosts and wolves. Except for the slightly firmer and smoother road underfoot, the rest of the place is almost impassable, like a dead and empty hell.

After that great battle, the kingdom of Oakland rebuilt the road at great expense, from Thunder Fortress all the way north to the Southern Plains, and continued north through the current royal capital, through the Yunlu Mountains to the north. The part to the north is called the "King's Road", while the part that enters the Camille Moors is called the "Wasteland Road".

Thankfully, there are almost no bandits on this trail. The brownland hills are barren but still home to a few human settlements, and here, with the exception of Thunder Fortress and its surroundings, the entire wasteland is a dead land.

Historically, there have been occasional self-righteous people who have entered this wasteland by chance, but no one has ever survived. In addition to the harsh environment of the Camille Wasteland itself, the blood-colored fangs of Thunder Fortress are also synonymous with terror.

That's what Delaret said, and at first El believed it, until the day after he entered the Camille Wastes.

Boulders caught in the valley blocked the road ahead, forcing the exiles' ranks to stop. It wasn't a problem if it was just a stone, but the problem was that there was a man sitting under that stone.

It was a fat man, a fat man who was 1.7 meters tall, and he was also 1.7 meters tall when he looked sideways. Unlike Viscount Chico's vain fatness, this fat man's body is more robust. The outline of his muscles could be faintly seen in his fat body.

A fat man with muscles all over his body, this adjective sounds extremely inconsistent.

What was even more inconsistent was the dress on his body, the fat man had a bald mushroom head like a missionary, and his body was draped in leather armor that was obviously fattened and enlarged, and there was actually a layer of nondescript aristocratic clothing on the outside. It's a pity that the coat is not a fattened model, and it was directly propped up by him into tattered strips of cloth. In the end, I had to tie the two sleeves of that thing around my neck, and it looked like a bib.

The fat man lit a bonfire himself, and unknowingly caught a monitor lizard more than two meters long from there, skinned it and put it on a stick, and baked it unhurriedly on the bonfire. The monitor lizard looked more than 100 pounds in size, but it was lifted up by the fat man with one hand, humming a small tune while turning it back and forth.

When El saw the fat man, he had already begun to eat meat and his mouth was full of oil, and the soldiers lying on the ground around him were all Palanti's forward sentinels, and even a few elite black knights armed with jewels as captains.

But now the captains were lying on the ground like their soldiers, beaten like dead dogs.

"What's going on?" El glared at Palanti, who was struggling behind him, and turned back to Tiana, who had arrived earlier.

"I don't know, this man moved a stone to block the road, saying that he was going to rob here, and if he wanted him to pass here, he would charge a toll of 100 gold coins per person. ”

Tiana's face was a little unsightly, this fat man was stuck in the road, and he knew at a glance that he was not a good person. The officers of the forward unit went to negotiate with him, but they were punched and knocked to the ground. Seeing that he was so interested, ordinary civilians did not dare to advance, and the team of thousands of people was all blocked here.

"Is this poor and crazy?" El asked suspiciously, not to mention anything else, just looking at his brute strength, he is undoubtedly a strong man, and he must be respected wherever he goes, so why should he fall to this point?

It's not for nothing that the bandits in the brown hills have existed to this day, and the robber kings like Blackbeard and Roger are all a generation of heroes, and they also have a heritage and faith, and they have long been out of low-level interests. It's like this fat man, who actually mixes up to the level of robbing and collecting tolls.

"Be careful, this fat man is not simple. Tiana whispered, "I can't see the depth of his strength. ”

"Of course this guy is not simple. El narrowed his eyes and sneered, and with his eyesight, he had carefully scanned the fat man from top to bottom from the first time he saw him.

"You see that his leather armor, although it is damaged, is very well maintained, which shows that he is not a man who is short of money at all, and he has not come from afar. This kind of armor that is deliberately fattened and enlarged may not be able to be made by ordinary small shops. ”

"You think he's from Thunder Fortress?" Tiana's eyes flashed with surprise. Eyre's powers of observation and judgment have always been reliable in such details. After listening to his description, the girl immediately understood what he had not said.

"But this is also unlikely, we have received a reply from Lord Churkin and his consent. Even if we want to test our strength, there is no need to do more. Tiana thought about it, but shook her head.

"Don't forget, our enemies aren't just the dead of the Cursed Sect. El pursed his lips, jumped off his horse and stepped forward, and whispered, "Don't go out yet, let me say hello to him." ”

Tiana nodded, took a few steps back without a trace, and whispered a few words to Androv who was following behind her, and the refugees who were stuck in the road received the order and began to slowly retreat.

As the nominal supreme leader of this team, Tiana's most important task is to maintain order and stabilize people's minds, and in situations like this, which may require the use of force, there is no need to be physically present.

It is a reserved identity belonging to the superior, and although it has no practical significance, it is something that must be maintained in order to maintain prestige.

Er walked slowly to the fat man, with an inexplicable smile on his face, kicked the officer of the hunting regiment who was lying on the ground with his foot, bowed his head and said angrily: "Dead or not?

The officer lying on the ground struggled to open his eyes, struggled and waved his hands, trying to speak, but could not speak, and in a hurry, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

People are still alive, but they can't stand up. The fat man had a very heavy hand, and this officer, whose strength had reached the bronze rank and had been strengthened by two sacrifices, was kicked and broke four ribs, and he couldn't get up. If he were an ordinary person, this injury would have killed him directly.

A faint blue light flashed in El Ear's eyes, and he saw the wounds in the officer's body. He frowned slightly, turned to the fat man and said in a deep voice: "There is no injustice and no revenge, you are too ruthless." ”

The fat man raised his eyelids, chewed the piece of meat in his mouth twice and swallowed it into his stomach, snorted and said: "One hundred gold coins for the toll, one thousand for the soldier, and ten thousand for the nobleman." In another ten minutes, the price doubled. ”

"We're all people with status, can you not waste time and talk about something constructive?" El shook his hand and shook a brown scorpion to the ground. His actions were not secretive, and he didn't want to hide them at all. The scorpion that Xiao Langa transformed into is no different from ordinary scorpions except that it is a little bigger, and the only difference is that her scorpion tail hook can also save people.

The fat man tilted his head, glanced thoughtfully at the scorpion crawling towards the wounded, rubbed his nose and said to El, "I beat them, so listen to my rules." If you can beat me, then you have the final say, isn't that very simple?"

"Is there any point in having to fight this one?" El shrugged his shoulders and pointed behind him, "Brother, you have also seen that these are refugees who have left their homes, and our troops are also a patchwork of defeated soldiers. If you really have the ability, the army of the undead will follow us, do you dare to collect the toll of those skeletons?"

"That's another story. The fat man tore off one of his hind legs and said slowly, "As for now, if you can't beat me, then don't want to go on." I don't want to repeat the same thing, it's tiring. ”

"Okay, let me ask you in advance, you won't be the kind of young master who runs home to find his parents when he is beaten and cries. El put away the smile on his face and asked seriously.

"I'm sorry, I'm that kind of person. The fat man blinked and replied in the same earnest tone.

"That's great!"

When he said the last word, El, whose arms were shining with rune totems, had already come to the fat man, and a dragon roar slammed into his fat chin.

The fat man's head involuntarily tilted back, slamming directly into the huge rock blocking the road behind him. I only heard a loud bang in Kala, and the granite boulder with a length and width of tens of meters took the fat man's head as the origin, radiating countless cracks in all directions

(Jiangsu.com)