Walking back to the convoy, the camp was still deserted, and a few mercenaries were leaning against the side of the carriage with their swords in their arms. The green smoke of the bonfire also faded, tilting slightly with the wind.

Anglie walked lightly to the ox cart assigned to him, lifted the cart and got in. Lie on her side beside Friella. He listened quietly in the darkness with his eyes open.

The sound of footsteps outside the carriage soon faded away.

Angliel leaned against the inner wall of the car, thinking slightly about all the information he had received for the day.

"If the Ancestor of Light is really the backstage of the Church, then he must not act rashly and expose himself. Even if the Ancestor of Light was defeated or sealed at the beginning, his strength is now greatly reduced. But even the rest of the strength is not necessarily something I can contend with. ”

Anglie recalled the old dazzling dragon he saw at the beginning, and now that he thinks about it, the strength level of that old dragon is estimated to be the same as his current self. Equivalent to a Scourge Lord without the support of Nightmare Power. It's much stronger than the dazzling dragon king that the Eye Demon said. It is estimated that this is the key reason why it has survived for so long.

From this point of view, in ancient times, there were three major clans that were the most prosperous for wizards, and the Chaos Dragon Clan was only one of them, and the Dazzling Dragon Clan under its branches had such a strong existence. Not to mention the most powerful race of humanoid wizards of the time. There are definitely not a few people at the same level, or even stronger.

Such a terrifying force was actually defeated by the Ancestor of Light, and finally fought desperately to get back a game.

Angle's eyes tightened in the dark. "In this way, the level of the Ancestor of Light is definitely above Xifan, and even stronger than ordinary Xifan. "The realm of Xifan is just a realm range that he named himself for the qualitative level above himself. Scope of the root cause.

But in fact, what is the gap between the existences above this realm is not something he can know.

Sitting in the dark, Anglie's eyes became a little cautious.

Coo!!Coo!!Coo!

Outside, there was the call of a fluorescent owl.

The sky gradually turned from black to gray. The chirping of birds gradually mixed in, and as it approached early morning, the forest quickly became lively.

Angel suddenly glanced at Freira beside him. Pretend to sleep with your eyes closed.

Friela quietly opened her eyes and found herself next to Angle, leaning on him, and her face turned red. He stepped back lightly, then carefully put on a gray-brown short-sleeved shirt and trousers, and combed his long blonde hair casually. Only then did he cautiously crawl towards the entrance of the carriage.

She pouted her little buttocks, and was about to climb to the curtain of the car, when she suddenly remembered something, and carefully climbed back again, and quietly picked up the saw cross sword that Anglie had placed next to the wooden box. At the same time, his eyes were fixed on Angele's eyes, and he looked nervous for fear that he would suddenly wake up.

The length of the saw sword was still a little long in the narrow carriage, and it was placed next to Angle. Freira was careful not to touch the 'sleeping' Angle. Holding the sword, he carefully withdrew it from Angle's body.

Slowly, slowly.

It took more than ten seconds for Freira to finally take out the saw sword completely, and her little face was already slightly panting, and she was flushed with exhaustion. A sawsaw sword that lifts five or six pounds with one hand. Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

After getting the sword, Freira pulled out a red booklet from her small box and slipped it into the pocket of her jacket. I felt my little butt crawl towards the curtain again.

Syllable!

Suddenly, a hand hit her hard on the buttocks.

Freira froze and didn't dare to move. Trembling and looking back, the sleeping Angele was smashing his mouth, just turning over, and his big hand slapped her, right on her little buttocks.

"Damn lewd uncle!!I'll repay you well for lunch!!I haven't tried the fly meat sauce yet, it must taste good!" Friela scolded viciously, feeling the warm touch of her big hands on her buttocks, and she was sweating profusely.

Moving forward slowly, the large hand on his ass slowly and gently slid down, landing on his calf, and then transferring to the floor of the carriage.

Friela breathed a sigh of relief. The movement accelerated and climbed out of the carriage, tearing down the dirty gray cloth curtains.

Sitting in the driver's seat, she took out her red-skinned fawn boots from the fixed wooden box on the right side and quickly put them on.

Carrying his saw sword, he jumped out of the car briskly and walked towards the dark woods nearby.

"Disgusting!Damn!Feces and worms are ten times more noble than you!!When I become a peerless swordsman, one day I will beat you into a pig's head!!"Friela suddenly became angry at the thought of the embarrassment just now.

As she walked, she slashed at the surrounding bushes with her saw sword, and in the thud, green grass clippings and branches were chopped everywhere.

"Pity my heroic legend, the epic cross sword, the abominable Andrei, actually snatched all my treasures by such despicable means as food and lodging expenses!!" She cursed the hateful uncle as much as she could, scolding for a long time, and finally after thinking about it, she still couldn't find a more vicious word to describe Andrei. "Andre the pig's head!" she nodded, repeating in dismay. "Pig's head!"

In the carriage, Anglie couldn't hold back any longer, propped up his body and laughed. Looking out of the window of the car, I saw Friella swearing and holding her ass with one hand.

"This little guy is fun. Usually in front of me, he looks well-behaved and sensible."

Shaking his head, Angre sat up cross-legged and began to continue his daily attempts at the microcosm gate.

Outside the window, the sound of the mercenaries waking up was gradually heard.

We sat until Freira came back breathless, and had breakfast together, when the convoy was back on the road, and the sound of the wheels occasionally crushing on some small rocks, and the whole body jumped.

Angret leaned boredly on the carriage, casually scribbling an old yellow thin book novel. Freira was gesturing with a twig on the side, as if she was still reminiscing about her morning sword practice.

"Little Rayla, have you washed your clothes?"

"Washed. ”

"Did the old cow feed it?"

"Hey, it's the gong grass sold by Aunt Wade of the caravan, a copper coin for a meal. ”

Angre glanced up at her.

"You haven't wiped the carriage yet, have you? and your shoes haven't been washed, have you?"

Freira's face froze.

"I didn't let you eat and live with me for nothing. Angliel grimaced, "Go, remember to use bakelite brushes, be harder!"

Freira took a hard breath and stared at Angel without a trace. That look was obviously saying, you're going to die!!" she roared in her heart. I don't add enough seasoning to you for lunch, I have your last name!!

"Okay, let's go, hard work. Angel smiled and patted the little one on the shoulder. "Don't be lazy. I'll go out for a bit. ”

He rolled over and got out of the ox cart and followed the convoy, and when he looked back, he saw that Freira had honestly begun to scrub her shoes and carriages, and then she was satisfied and rushed to the front convoy.

"Exercising those postures of swordsmanship all day long will hurt your body, so relax your muscles. He took a few steps to catch up with the carriage in front of him, and followed by the wooden frame of the car.

The car was followed by two mercenaries in shabby clothes. He was chewing something as he walked, looking lazy and didn't wake up.

Anglie took the initiative to come up.

"Do you know where Helia is?"

One of the mercenaries glanced at him, "Helia, that guy seems to be sick." What are you looking for him?"

A silver coin popped out of Angliel's hand. Fly to this person accurately.

The mercenary suddenly had a smile on his face. "I'll take you. The guy is very sick now, and is now resting in the back compartment. ”

Without saying a word, he walked back with Anglie, past the carriage where Anglie had bought and lived, and the two soon came to the back of the convoy, which was full of a series of oxen-pulled carts.

On a few dirty gray and black planks lay a few sick men and women. One by one, they were pale and depressed.

The mercenary came here and did not come any closer. "Go over by yourself. This place is careful of being infected, these people are infected with epidemics, and it is difficult to heal. With a look of disgust, he hurried back.

Constant moaning could be heard from the wooden planks behind the convoy, with the far left periphery. On a car board, lying was the down-and-out middle-aged mercenary from last night.

The man was sallow-faced, unlike the others, and lay on the plank silently. The body shook a few times from time to time with the board, but there was no other reaction.

Angre walked over, rolled over, jumped into the ox cart, and sat down next to the man.

"Young man, I see that you are not lightly ill, I have a miracle medicine to cure diseases here, do you want to have some?" he looked at the middle-aged man with blank eyes with a smile. "I see that you obviously got seriously ill because something strange happened last night. ”

The man, Helia, was shocked and looked stunned. "How do you know?" he was chased and beaten by a monster woman he didn't know at all last night, saying that he didn't keep his promises, broke his promises, and would only run away from the battle, and all kinds of crimes were thrown at him, and his mind was still dizzy.

If it weren't for the masked woman's sudden appearance, he would have been in danger of dying by now.

Thinking of this, Helia took a closer look at the man in front of her.

His face was young, quite mature and handsome, his eyes were dark red and deep, he was obviously a man with a lot of experience, his fair skin was similar to that of those aristocratic lords who rarely worked, and he was obviously from a good background. It's just that he has a black mustache on his chin and a smiling expression on his face. It gives a feeling of extreme under-flattening.

He wore a gray coat and trousers of coarse cloth, but he did not look like a poor man at all. In particular, he has long dark red hair, tied in a bunch, and his hair color is shiny and shiny.

Angree laughed twice. "Of course I do. He lay down on his back beside Helia. Keep your voice down. "I also know you were rescued by a masked woman last night. Otherwise, you're lying dead in the woods by now, aren't you?"

Helia felt a storm in her heart, and she couldn't help but prop up her body slightly. "Who the hell are you!? Or do you know who I am?" Since he lost his memory, he has met one after another people who once said they knew him, some of them always looked at him with a sad face, some just wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood, and when they saw people, they rushed over with weapons to kill people.

After waking up from a dirty ravine, he often encountered this kind of thing. It was the same last night, when the girl who suddenly appeared carried a dagger and prepared to kill him, just like those in front of her, using the same strange means as a wizard.

"That's how amnesiac people are," Anglie smiled and looked up at the sky.

The blue sky was like a large piece of blue jade, with wisps of white clouds like smoke floating around the edges, and the warm but not dazzling sun hung on the horizon, sprinkling a soft pale golden ray.

A gentle breeze blew, filled with the scent of grass and a faint scent of wildflowers.

"Not only do I know that you have amnesia, but I also know that you were certainly not an ordinary person before. He didn't wait for Helia to speak, and then said, "But I don't know who you really are. I just think you're funny as a person. ”

Angel turned his head to look at the plank on his right, and on it lay a thin man in gray.

The man was pale, his eye sockets were deep, and he looked very sick and weak. In his right hand, he held a short black wooden rod as if he were holding the most precious thing in the world.

The man immediately noticed Angele's gaze as well, and turned his face sideways, his turquoise eyes narrowing slightly.

"You know me?" the green-eyed man's voice was deep, as if he hadn't drunk water in many days, and his throat was very dry.

Both Anglie and Hylia were drawn to the man's voice.

Helia looked at the man, feeling very familiar, but couldn't remember who he was, just rubbed her temples in some pain and fell into thought.

Anglie simply felt that this person was not simple, but he didn't expect that when this person's eyes looked at him, with his level of strength, he actually felt a sense of transparency as if he had been seen through. (To be continued.) )