It cleared, and the warm sun fell on me again.

This made everyone in the caravan very excited, after all, it had rained lightly for a day and a night yesterday, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Today is the twenty-first day of entering the Great Wilderness.

The mercenary scout team that explored the path ahead brought back good news: if they continued to travel at the current pace, they would be able to get out of the Great Wasteland and enter the Grand Canyon in three days.

With the good news comes the bad news.

Around the caravan, the figure of Loki Daran wolf had already appeared.

This is also a sign that the wolves are coming.

As for when the wolves will start attacking, it could be tonight, or tomorrow, or just watching the caravan leave their territory and enter the Grand Canyon.

However, the last possibility is slim, and the wolves of Loki Daran will not let go of the food delivered to their door.

Just as everyone knew that crossing the Great Wilderness would cost many lives, no one ever thought of giving up the profiteering of this trade route.

There is a wise man in Middle-earth of the Holy Empire who said: Before dawn, the darkest hour is the hour.

In order to cope with this darkest hour, everyone in the caravan spontaneously tightened their range of activities and increased their vigilance.

When it was dark when they were camped, almost no one left the group to hunt; There were many more fires on guard at night, and the mercenaries who kept vigil were diligent, and the other caravan guards and travelers were also waiting for them.

At this point, Chris was sitting in front of a small fire eating dinner.

Also around the fire were Theon and Jacob, as well as a man and a woman.

They've been together for days.

The newly befriended man was a caravan guard, his name was Atwood, he didn't say what his surname was, and Chris and the others also had a tacit understanding and didn't ask.

He was a northerner, from the northeast of the empire to be exact.

He had a tall body, a long face that was dark and dull, high eyes, a narrow and long nose, and long, thin eyes, and an expression on his face that he was forever owed a hundred gold coins. Wearing a cloak that had not been washed for an unknown amount of time and sewn from many marmot skins, it exuded a strong smell, which matched the clothes on his body that were also not recognizable in their original colors. The deerskin boots were also badly worn, and with the dirty beard and greasy hair that was already knotted, it was too sloppy to approach.

It can be seen that he is a person who begs for a living outside all year round.

Only people who have been through a lot of experience will be so indifferent to their appearance and clothing, the only thing they care about is how to keep breathing.

He was a swordsman.

The two broad-bladed swords, one long and one short, were very ordinary, with several openings on the sword's body, and the unwiped blood stains were dark red, covering the matte finish of the sword body; It was loosely hung around the waist with two belts, and there was not even a leather sheath, but it was easy to pull it out, which was also the consciousness that only experienced fighters had.

And his strength should be very good.

The other caravan guards greeted him or conversed with respect.

Those who begged for a living on this trade road were only interested in gold coins, and they only maintained respect for those who were powerful.

"Oh, dear Atwood, will the smell of you make the dancers reject your gold?"

Jacob, who owes a lot of money, once joked like this, and was then responded by Atwood with a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Originally, he would not have intersected with Chris and others.

But Theon was intrigued by the spirits he carried.

It just so happened that he was also interested in Chris and Sien using sungrass rhizomes as barbecue condiments.

Sungrass is a plant that grows in the cold regions of the north, and its roots are spicy, and when eaten, it makes people feel a sense of dryness and heat, and is often used by northerners as a condiment and added to rye to make wine.

This taste of the north made him willing to share the spirit with Sien.

The other woman's name was Jessica.

She was Jacob's retinue, and she always carried a half-man-tall, black bow of unknown material, and two large quivers, no less than a hundred arrows at a glance. Four or five of the arrows were made of pure metal!

Like other archers, she had a dagger pinned to her waist.

It's just a bit long, and it's more appropriate to call it a short sword, which also shows that her melee ability should not be underestimated.

Since this woman joined, Chris and the others' food has improved a lot, and they can often eat all kinds of birds and birds.

Yes, her archery skills are amazing.

Chris saw it with her own eyes, and she took two arrows and put them on the bowstring, and released the bowstring without even looking at them, causing the two wild geese to fall from the sky without even wailing.

Such exquisite skills are not inferior to the elves who live in the whispering forest, right?

Chris thought so, incidentally paying homage to this tall, thin woman with a spectacular bust and barely spoken.

It's only occasionally, and she will privately lament that she is not a person.

During the days they had been together, and when they had set up camp and slept in their little tents, Chris had seen Jacob get into the woman's tent more than once, and only come out the next morning.

And in the long night, the howling cold wind was forced to wander the great wilderness with a low groan.

This kind of disturbing behavior also makes Chris a little more disdainful of Jacob.

Today's dinner was roasted wild geese, a small pot of hot mushroom jerky soup, and bread coated with honey.

The pots, mushrooms, honey, and bread were all secretly exchanged by Jacob with gold coins with the cook's aunt, and in his words, if you are not particular about eating, then what is the point of living?

In this regard, Chris, who has lived a very simple life since childhood, did not say anything.

Because the night had completely covered the land at this time, a dim silver moon hung in the air against the blood moon rising from the west, and it was easy to see many green and faint points of light on the periphery of the caravan guard fire, like fireflies that were transmitting courtship messages.

But everyone in the caravan knew that it was the eyes of the Loki Daran wolf.

On the inside of the guard fire, the mercenaries who had already paid for their lives had already been paid by the caravans in a circle.

Some of the mercenaries also put a simple rejection in front of them, which is a method that only experienced mercenaries can understand, although this does not stop the wolves from attacking, but it can slow them down a little.

"Sleep with peace of mind tonight, it's best to plug your ears with something, tomorrow night will be a sleepless night."

Atwood, who had a pleasant burp, threw a bone into the fire and spoke to them of his own accord. Then, ignoring Chris's voice, he got up and went to tidy up where he slept.

Actually, there's nothing to tidy up.

He didn't have a tent, so he threw a black blanket of unknown animal fur and lay down and pressed half and half covered.

This is also the reason why he still drinks to this day, and he is fed by the caravan, and the pack horse carries all but this blanket is wine.

"Sleep? Still plugging your ears? The wolves are all around, do you want to be disemboweled by the wolves in your sleep? ”

It was Sien who was questioned.

In the small team of five people who were temporarily partnered, he could talk a few more words to Atwood.

"If you don't understand, don't talk!"

Atwood clasped his teeth with dirty fingers, spat out a bit of minced meat, and rolled his eyes at Theon, "The Rocky Darran wolves aren't as stupid as you, they're just harassing tonight." Harassment understands? Keep you awake and toss you until you're exhausted, that's when they enjoy your belly! It's enough to have those mercenaries who see the money open today, and tomorrow night is the time for us to fight hard. If you like to sleep or not, just don't bother Lao Tzu! ”

With that, he tore off two rolls of fluff from the marmot's cloak and stuffed them into his ears, and habitually drew his sword and lay down in his arms, but in a moment he began to snore.

The four of Chris looked at each other, their expressions half incredulous.

After a moment of silence, Jacob stretched and said lazily, "You three go to sleep first, the tents are all set up together, and I will keep watch first, and then I will wake you up and change the guard." ”

This is the best way to dispose of it.

Although Atwood's words made sense and led by example, none of the four were willing to put their lives to the test.

"Wait a minute, I'll be the second guard."

Chris agreed.

He would rather believe in this annoying fly than Atwood, who he hasn't known for long.

At least the fly once blessed the dead.

"I'll be the last one!"

Theon also spoke, before dawn was the coldest hour, and he was embarrassed to rob the woman.

Jessica nodded and didn't speak, and went straight to set up the tent.

A consensus was reached, and the four of them went their separate jobs.

It's just that when Jacob took out the weapon from his bag, Chris's eyes were very vague.

This was the first time Chris had seen Jacob's weapons, two one-handed swords with one-sided blades, similar in style to the long knives in his hand, but much shorter in size.

I thought Jacob's weapon was a dagger!

After all, after so many days together, the only weapon he has ever used is a long dagger pinned to his waist.

This gave him a little more insight into Jacob's strength.

For the past twenty days or so, they had hunted beasts together to replenish supplies, and Jacob had used a long dagger instead of his customary one-handed sword, but he had hunted more beasts than he did.

What the hell is this guy coming from?

What is the purpose of approaching me?

Lying in the tent, Chris tossed and turned, unable to sleep for a long time.

After some time, Sien gently lifted the curtain of the tent, put his hand on Chris's shoulder, and whispered, "Rest well, Chris." Even if he has bad intentions, he will not be against us until he reaches the dwarven realm. ”

It turned out that this sturdy man, who had been acting heartless along the way, had long been interested in Jacob.

Perhaps, this is the main reason why old Henry asked him to take Chris to the South.

"Well, I see. Thank you, Sien. ”

Enlightened, Chris temporarily let his guard down and accepted the heavier and heavier eyelids.

It's just that he didn't have a good dream.

After taking over the vigil from Jacob and handing it over to Jessica, he was still awakened by the howling of wolves many times.

During the night, the wolves launched several tentative attacks on the caravan, annoying the night watch mercenaries and leaving Chris open and blind while sleeping.

Therefore, he overslept in a daze.

By the time he was kicked awake by Atwood, everyone in the caravan was already busy.

Travelers and adventurers hurry up to prepare breakfast for themselves, the Guardians feed the Kodomon, and the mercenaries bandage their wounds and clean up the corpses of humans or wolves.

He was awakened by Atwood's kicking with his tattered deerskin boots.

The smell was so strong that he wanted to vomit.

While enduring this rudeness, he also had to accept Atwood's disdain, "Boy, if you go out alone, your bones are moldy in the mud by now!" ”

"Why didn't you call me sooner?"

Chris hurriedly packed up his tent and complained to Sien, who was roasting the hind legs of two wolves in front of the fire.

You don't need to ask to know that the wolf's hind legs were bought by Jacob with gold coins to find mercenaries.

"There's still time, Atwood says tonight is the time for the wolves to fight hard, so it's good to let you sleep a little longer."

Sien explained with a smile, a kind teasing smile in his smile, "Besides, you didn't get up less last night, didn't you?" ”

"Aha, the god of fire is above!"

Jacob, who was sitting in front of the fire and eating wolf meat with a dagger, laughed loudly, "I dare bet ten gold coins, our little Chris climbed out of the tent at least five times last night!" It's like an old man who used too much waist when he was young and needed to wake up frequently at night in his later years! ”

This nasty guy can't even stop his mouth while gnawing on wolf meat!

The god of fire is above, he chokes to death with joy!

For the first time, Chris prayed to the nominal faith.

Today is the twenty-second day of entering the Great Wilderness, and the sun is warm and the breeze is cool.

Yesterday's sun had dried the moisture on the earth, and the roads were much better off than the muddy, and the caravans that still set out early in the morning had many followers—the Loki Daran wolves.

Like weeds that emerge after a night of spring rain, the Loki daran wolves have amassed many colonies overnight.

The wolves hovered unhurriedly on both sides of the caravan, maintaining a relationship of gathering and leaving, and the two were like a parting couple, reluctant to say goodbye. Occasionally, the head wolf will howl and cause all the wolves to howl, indicating to the caravan that they are the lords of the Great Wasteland. Most of the people in the caravan were exhausted from their frequent harassment last night, and their eyes were red like the snow foxes that Chris had plundered in the ice fields.

"Damn it! When I get to the dwarven realm, I'm going to drink a barrel of ale and sleep in bed with the dancer in my arms for three days and three nights! ”

This is the complaint of a hunky mercenary.

The tiredness on his face was clear, and there was a wound on his arm that had stopped bleeding.

"Three days and three nights? God of Light, are you sure it's not over in three minutes? ”

The other, short but stocky bearded man, immediately retorted, knowing from his faith that he was from the Empire's Middle-earth.

"Get out, you humanoid keg! If Lao Tzu had been three minutes, your mother would not have given birth to you back then! ”

.........

The bickering between the two of them caused all the mercenaries to laugh, making the sadness of losing their partner last night slowly disappear like dew in the morning sun.

The life of licking blood with a knife head should not have the emotion of sadness.

Because there will be a lot of friends to lose today, what they can do is to make the time before the loss as pleasant as possible.

Yes, the wolves did not wait for darkness to attack.