Theon's frustration was due to the fact that he was passing by a small stream yesterday and wanted to drink horses, only to be attacked by a group of strange fish with pointed beaks.

The people were fine, the horses were fine, and he killed a few strange fish for dinner.

The accident was that the wine bag hanging on the side of the saddle was bitten by a strange fish at some point.

By the time he found out, the drink had already been ticked......

This made him, who was already accustomed to drinking two sips a day, begin to feel that this journey was a little difficult.

And Chris's depression comes from one person.

A guy named Jacob Locke, who claims to be a bard.

The man was about thirty years of age, thin and slender, with a pale face sought after by the aristocracy. Under the high and straight bridge of the nose is a delicately manicured beard, which makes people think that his upper lip is a little thin, and he has a pair of aqua blue eyes that can make countless young girls fall in.

The most important thing is that he, like Chris, has bright red hair.

It is also the same hair color of the two that makes Jacob keep getting close to Chris under the pretext of "what a fate", in addition to all kinds of daily noise, he also keeps releasing "kindness".

For example, bringing a good wine to drink with Sien, taking the opportunity to ask Chris about his past, it is not taboo at all to "talk about it"; Or when sharing the prey hunted along the way, he brought a few dancers to comment on Chris, making Chris feel like he was being stripped naked in public.

The worst thing is that this guy actually paid the dancers gold coins and told them to go into Chris's tent at night.

Young, mature, plump, petite, slender and bewitching... Various types, among which there is a middle-aged aunt - a cook who cooks for the caravan guards and mercenaries!!

Poor Chris was so annoyed that he didn't sleep all night and patronized to chase people.....

And on the second day, when Chris figured out the reason for the harassment and asked Jacob for theorizing, this guy also accused Chris of not knowing how to pity the jade: how can he draw a knife to scare the woman who recommended himself as a pillow?

Chris was so angry that the bruises on his forehead were like locusts sucking blood.

In particular, Jacob said as if he remembered something, and suddenly showed a very exaggerated expression, "The god of fire is above!" Could it be that your fetish... Is it a man? ”

This damn fly!

In this regard, Chris, whose eyes were on fire, cursed in his heart and angrily pulled out his long knife.

But he was dissuaded by Sien, who reacted quickly, and finally fell out under Jacob's serious apology.

Actually, Chris didn't want to go under the knife on him.

The reason for trying to keep his sanity is, of course, that the other party has bright red hair.

Not everyone with bright red hair is from the Einske family, but every direct member of the Einsk family has bright red hair.

Moreover, his father had sent a message to the Einsk family that he was going south before he had even set out.

He suspects that Jacob, who has always been looking for excuses to get close to him, is from the Einske family.

Especially this guy, when he opens his mouth and closes his mouth, he will say "the god of fire is above".

However, the surname Locke was owned by a lord in Middle-earth, and was not married to the Einske family.

But when the direct descendants of a great lord like Einsk go out, they usually use pseudonyms to disguise themselves in order to avoid some unnecessary trouble.

Just like Chris.

He hadn't told anyone his last name since he left Eaton territory.

Of course, this is just Chris's secret speculation.

Asked Sien privately to no avail.

He has been away from the south for more than 20 years, and he has long since stopped knowing the younger generation of the Einske family.

Therefore, with respect for his mother's family, and based on his father Kafka's teaching to be an upright, kind, and broad-minded nobleman, Chris was a little more tolerant of Jacob.

Think of it as an extra fly!

Chris, who feels like he's running out of emotions to hate a person, chooses to ignore Jacob's presence.

It just so happened that Jacob was not in the mood to make noise.

From the eighth day into the Great Wilderness, the weather showed bad signs.

The warm sun was like a squirming and pretending to be a shy aristocratic lady, hiding in the thick clouds all day long, letting the spring cold temper people's will.

The caravans also began to receive attacks from fierce beasts one after another.

Walking on the outermost sides of each small group, the caravan guards and travelers and adventurers began to play the mission of human shields.

Some people are lucky enough to turn the beast into a delicious dinner after a fight.

Some people were not very lucky, and although they had a delicious dinner, the beast left many wounds on their bodies.

Some people have lost the favor of Lady Luck.

On the tenth day of entering the Great Wilderness, a small group walking in the middle of the line killed seven people at once.

The attacker is a frog-like beast with a long tail.

He is very large and very good at camouflage, and his exposed skin resembles a piece of dead wood floating on the water.

The method of hunting is the densely grown, barbed tongue that can reach up to ten meters away, and can easily roll up a bull or a war horse and drag it into the swamp.

The people who walked this trade route gave them a very vivid name: the snake-tailed frog.

Although experienced mercenaries will see through their camouflage on the water, and scout teams who have pioneered the way have ruled out danger, even the most careful mercenaries will not dare to jump into the swamp to investigate.

So they have been dormant under the swamp mud for many years, and after being alarmed by the heavy footsteps of Kodomon, they have successfully vented their anger on the people who have trespassed on their territory.

When the attack came, people only had time to see seven tongues burst out of the swamp like a match.

Five plespertail frogs succeeded.

They dragged the frightened screams and quickly sank into the mud at the bottom of the water, leaving only piles of bubbles and rippling ripples that kept coming up, and finally five bewitching red flowers bloomed on the surface of the water.

Two failed.

Their tongues were cut off by the outer caravan guards and travelers who reacted, and the great pain caused them to roll on the surface of the water, constantly stirring up a splash of more than three meters high, and then slowly turning into huge corpses.

If the tongue is broken, their life will also die.

But the two people who were rescued but were dragged into the swamp were the ones who died the worst.

The barbs on the tongue of the snake-tailed frog have long been pierced into their bodies, and the poison has long spread in their blood.

In the last ten minutes of their lives, they wailed in pain, rolled wildly, and finally said goodbye to this world with a hideous expression of bleeding from seven holes.

This expression made many people pale, and the girls were so frightened that they hid their faces and wept.

Although everyone who chose to walk this trade route was mentally prepared, the coming of death still made the atmosphere of the entire caravan very depressing. Even the mercenaries, who licked blood from the knife and regarded death as a matter of routine, didn't have the heart to look at those young and beautiful dancers with a large snow-white patch and a deep ravine on their chests.

The death of a few people will not stop the caravan.

The useless emotion of pity does not exist in this trade route.

Chris and Theon were not part of the small group of caravans that had been attacked, and by the time they saw the two poor children, their bodies had already been placed on wooden shelves.

Unlike the gaze salute of others passing by, Chris pulled the reins of his horse.

He recognized one of the bodies.

In the small mountain town, the corpse belonged to a lively fellow who had boasted to Chris in front of the fire that his barbecue was delicious, and had encouraged Chris to accept the invitation of a passionate woman in front of the small earthen platform to enjoy a good night, but now he could no longer speak, and was about to turn to ashes.

It is said that at the last moment, he asked his partner to take home the words, "Tell my grandma that I can't go back when the wheat turns yellow this year." ”

This made Chris inexplicably more sentimental.

I also suddenly found that the farewell between people was so sudden and hurried.

Jacob Locke, who claimed to be a bard, also stopped at the fire, took a small harp from his bag, and sang a sad ballad.

"The cool wind is whimpering, the sun is covering their faces with dark clouds, who tugs at their sad heartstrings?"

"Because the pace of spring is too slow, did you live up to the return date?"

"Why are you crying, you are running around?"

"Do you think of that distant home?"

"Yes, the bread baked by my mother is soft and sweet, the rye wine brewed by my father is dry and mellow, the bedding laid by my lover is warm and sweet, and the smiles of the children are as pure as white clouds in the sky."

"Yes, at this moment your parents are grieving, your lover is wailing, and your siblings and children are already in tears."

"Lonely people who died in a foreign land~"

"Don't weep, the great god of fire will guide your soul back home."

"Don't forget, use your kindness to wipe away their tears~"

"Don't forget, pray for their happiness with your piety~"

"Don't forget, use your departed back to forget for their future~"

"May your souls rest in peace, God of Fire."

No one cares if the dead believe in Vulcan or not.

But their desire for the rest of the souls of the dead is religious.

As the song goes, I hope that the souls of all those who die alone in a foreign land can rest in peace.

Including I don't know which day I will also die alone in a foreign land.

After all, no one can guarantee that on this journey, the person who enters the mouth of the beast tomorrow or lies on the wooden frame will be someone else or himself.

Chris listened silently.

With a low singing voice, he felt that Jacob was not so annoying.

A scholar in the Middle-earth Plains of the Holy Empire once said that the best way to rest the souls of the dead is to live happily. So the depression of death did not last long.

When the sun of the next day gently caresses the earth, the mood of people who are accustomed to seeing life and death improves.

In the afternoon, when it was dark to camp and wait for the horses, the laughter of hunting to improve the food, and the young girls showing their youthful charm on the meadow, still swayed the hearts of those rough men.

Soon, it had been eighteen days since entering the Great Wilderness.

These days, there are still a few people dying unexpectedly, and the ranks of the injured are slowly growing, and the optimism is still overflowing with people.

The only difference is that caravans no longer hold cremations for the dead.

The bodies of the poor children were abandoned on the side of the road and became sacrifices on this trade route.

In particular, the main peak of the Lokidaran Mountains, where the Dwarven Realm is located, has already shown its outline, and it may take another seven or ten days to cross the Great Wasteland and enter the Grand Canyon. The lucrative reward that is about to arrive, and the faint sound of gold coins colliding in their ears, make people choose to ignore death.

However, this is not the case for everyone.

Some experienced mercenaries were crawling with worry on their faces at the moment.

Because of the deadliest danger in the Great Wasteland, the figure of the Loki Daran wolf has not yet appeared.

And they all know that they are bound to appear.