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"That's right, I'm not mistaken, there's a wanderer's camp at the foot of the mountain!" the black-robed old man Welcox was excited, and looked in the direction he indicated, and people found several tents looming at the foot of the mountain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info listened closely, and you could hear faint human voices.

"Wanderer camp?" the sword god Gerald was cautious, and subconsciously clenched the sharp sword in his hand.

"In the major planes, many people will go outside to experience cultivation after cultivating to a certain level, and even wander outside all year round. There are not many wanderer castles, and there are often not necessarily one for millions of miles, but there are quite a few humble camps for wanderers to temporarily rest and exchange information!"

It turns out that wanderers wander and explore everywhere. Sometimes, it's normal to stay off the beaten track for decades, if not centuries. Wandering castles are well-informed and well-stocked, but they are often extremely far away and take a lot of time to get back and forth. In order to communicate and replenish supplies nearby, camps were slowly formed in places where there were many wanderers or who often passed by.

Basically, the Rover Camp can be divided into two types. One is a place that is completely spontaneously formed by people to exchange information and materials, with no guards, no fixed buildings, extremely rudimentary, often just a vacant land, and the other is a camp formed or protected by a certain strong man, with fixed buildings and guards. In a sense, the latter can be said to be a small wanderer's castle, although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs.

"The Wanderer Castle is all protected by top powerhouses, and even sits in person, prohibiting private fighting. No one dares to mess around inside, and there is absolutely no problem in terms of security after entering; there is a wanderer camp of a certain size, and under normal circumstances, there are strong forces behind it, so there is no need to worry about security; but..."Looking at the faint tent at the foot of the mountain, Richardson's face was solemn, and he continued: "If you encounter a spontaneously formed wanderer camp, you must be careful, there will be any situation!"

"That's right, there are many wanderers who are bent on pursuing cultivation or traveling, and there are also many scum like thieves and bandits, so be careful!" the black-robed old man Welcox told everyone, as the oldest wanderer among the people, he had seen a lot of all kinds of things. Although the strength is not very good, but it is the turn of the rich experience, even Richardson, who has been wandering for thousands of years, is far from it.

"So, when you encounter a spontaneously formed wanderer camp, you don't dare to enter it even if you are a little stronger?" Yang Ling shook his head.

Unlike the Tylen Continent, where magical elements are thin, there are countless strong people in the major planes, especially the main planes such as life, order, and chaos. The people with the strength of the Holy Domain and the Realm are not in the stream at all, and among the many wanderers, god-level powerhouses abound. Suddenly encountering a sneak attack by a group of god-level strength wanderers, I'm afraid it's worse than encountering a group of god-level demonic beasts!

Compared with Warcraft, people are even more sinister among people!

"The spontaneous wanderer camp is not safe, but it's not that bad!" Richardson smiled, "As long as you don't cause trouble, no one will attack you easily, unless you seek death yourself and expose all the treasures on your body!"

"Yes, just be careful, let's go, let's go down and have a look. The black-robed old man Welcox said as he rushed down to show the way for everyone. Behind him, the crowd quickly followed.

Along the steep hills, people are getting faster and faster. Soon, he came from the top of the mountain at an altitude of several thousand meters to the foot of the Yima Pingchuan Mountain, and officially set foot on the land of the Luoyue Plain, close to the so-called wanderer camp.

Due to the cover of the woods, only a few tents were seen on the top of the mountain, and when I walked in, I realized that this camp for wanderers was extremely large. Huge tents were built one after another, some under large trees, some in the clearing of the woods, and some even propped up on the branches, looking disorderly and disheveled.

On the outskirts of the camp for wanderers, a simple one-man high wooden fence was built, with a sharpened top. It looks decent, but whether it can stop the hordes of demonic beasts in the Luoyue Plain, I'm afraid only God knows. The camp had only a rudimentary gate that could accommodate five people walking side by side, no arrow towers, no guards, and it seemed to be what Richardson called a spontaneous camp of wanderers.

There were quite a few people in the camp, some were wiping their weapons, some were sneakily hiding to the side to discuss some secrets, and some were lazily leaning against the trees to bask in the sun. More people gathered around and shouted, three layers inside and three layers outside, surrounded by water, as if they were watching something. After seeing the crowd, some people turned a blind eye, and some people looked at it indifferently. No one stepped forward to interrogate, and no one stepped forward to say hello, and everyone was busy with their own things.

"There's still a clearing over there, let's go, let's set up a few tents there and stay there, and then set off after understanding the situation!" The black-robed old man Welcox was experienced, quickly found a dry clearing, and commanded many wanderers to quickly set up tents.

The Wanderer's Camp is a good place to inquire about news and replenish supplies, and although you are in a hurry to get to the wandering castle in the Falling Plains, you are not in a hurry. The spontaneous camps formed by such wanderers are chaotic and lack adequate security, but they are often well-informed, and there are often people quietly selling stolen or looted treasures in these places, and there may be some unexpected gains after a few turns.

"Oh my God, if you keep fighting, you'll die!"

"Yes, a lower-rank god is not an opponent at all against a high-ranking god with peak strength!"

In the crowd, there was a sudden deafening shout, accompanied by a few muffled snorts and screams. Immediately after, a black-armored man was thrown out with a 'whoosh', and a 'snap' just fell near Yang Ling and the others. He was badly wounded, covered in blood, and had a deep fist mark on his chest.

"If you don't want to die, hand over your things immediately, otherwise," said a bald giant man more than two meters tall as he parted the crowd and rushed over in stride, breaking several ribs of the black-armored man with a 'click'. With a face full of meat, a sharp giant axe on his shoulder, and muscles all over his body bulging high, he knew at a glance that he was a guy who was good at hand-to-hand combat.

"I didn't take it, I really didn't take it, my lord, I really do" The black-armored man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, begging for mercy loudly.

"Hehe, didn't take it?" the bald giant man smiled coldly, and slowly withdrew his right foot on the chest of the black-armored man. Then the lightning struck, and with a 'whoosh', a string of afterimages kicked the poor black-armored man into the air. Before the opponent could land, he rushed over like a leopard, smashed his fist on the opponent's chest, and directly crushed the black heavy armor on the opponent's body with a 'bang'.

One punch, two punches

The bald man is strong, powerful, and lightning-fast. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Yang Ling would never have imagined that the other party would be so fast, his pupils constricted, and he carefully observed the other party's every movement.

The heavy muffled sound came and went, and the black-armored man, who was already covered in blood, turned into a bloody man with blurred flesh and blood in the blink of an eye. The ribs were broken, the joints were misaligned, and the eyeballs were almost blown out. The pain curled up in a ball, and his limbs twitched.

"I'll ask you one last time, where are the things, even our young master's things dare to steal, it's just looking for death!" The bald giant man pulled the other party's hair and picked up the dying guy, "I'm not interested in a godhead of an inferior god, but if you look for death, I don't mind digging it out and feeding it to the dogs!"

The bald giant man was murderous, dragging the hair of the black-armored man with his left hand, and his right hand turned into a knife and cut into his chest with a 'poof'. With a cruel smile on his face, he reached in little by little, pinching the godhead in the other party's body.

Pinch someone else's godhead alive?

Looking at the bloody and brutal scene, looking at the tragedy that was about to happen, except for a small number of people who gloated and were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, most of them frowned, and Yang Ling was no exception. The elven priest, who had always been kind and benevolent, turned his head to the side, and couldn't bear to look at it any longer.

"Great, spare your life, Emika can swear to the Dark King. I really, really didn't take it" The black-armored man was dying, trying his best to spare it.

"Hehe, swear to the Dark King?" the bald man gritted his teeth viciously, his murderous aura like a grim reaper, "Our family is most disgusted with the guys under the Dark King, see one kill the other." If you belong to another god family, I can spare your life after handing over the things, now, hehe"

The bald man's strength was amazing, and he pinched the black-armored man's godhead as he spoke, and in an instant, the dying black-armored man screamed like a pig. Under the severe pain, every muscle in the body trembled, like a pinprick into the bone marrow and deep into the soul.

The Dark King of the Plane of Death?

Yang Ling frowned, thinking of the big backers behind the Dark Great Elder and the Dark Cavalry Great Commander. Listening to the tone of the bald man, it seems that he is the sworn enemy of the King of Death, and seeing one kill the other, this tone is not small. Either their own strength is extremely amazing, or they come from a force equal to or greater than the Dark King!

Seeing that the bald man was bloody and cruel, and he actually tried to pinch the godhead of the black-armored man alive, there were still a few wanderers who couldn't look past it and were ready to come forward to persuade him. Hearing the bald man say this, he couldn't help but hesitate in his heart.

A force that even the Dark King doesn't care about, that's not something ordinary people can afford to provoke!

(To be continued)