After twenty-four days of travel, the caravan finally entered the Grand Canyon.

The wolves are gone, maybe they're enjoying the fruits of last night's victory, maybe they're wailing for their lost friends, but no one cares.

The losses of the entire caravan were not large, only two small groups perished, including the ten Kodomon inside, and with the strong bite force of the Loki Daran wolf, it was not difficult to deal with these bulky big men.

This is the smallest loss in recent years!

In the past, the number of casualties and cargo losses doubled.

Now everyone in the caravan is cheering.

Once in the Grand Canyon, it only takes three more days to reach the Dwarven Realm, where they can be glad that they survived and that their money bags are about to be filled with gold coins.

Because there is no danger in this journey.

At the end of the Grand Canyon is the pass of the Dwarven Realm, where the road is not wide and there are no forks in the middle, so that the clever wolves will not chase after them and seek death.

No one thinks of the poor boy who left his body in the Great Wasteland.

For the caravans, the dead were just border tariffs levied by the wolves.

Born humble beings are doomed to insignificance even in the face of the equal death of all beings, and the only mark they leave on the world is the white bones corroded by the wind, sand and rain.

The Grand Canyon isn't long, but it's very difficult to walk.

The steep and straight peaks on both sides are rocky, there are no trees or bushes to survive, only some very stubborn ferns rely on some crevices to grow, adding a little green to the black-gray oppressive space.

The valley floor, which is not wide, is also full of undulating stones of different sizes, which prevents the possibility of carriage passing.

The spring flood formed by the melting of ice and snow in spring every year and the flash flood induced by the rainy season at the turn of summer and autumn have brought all the sand and gravel into the great wilderness, leaving behind bare stones, silently crying about endless desolation.

Atwood woke up the day after entering the Grand Canyon.

At that time, people could already faintly see the end of the Grand Canyon, the majestic pass made of steel by the dwarves.

He woke up thanks to the severe pain in his shoulder and back caused by the horse's jolting, and Chris and the others tied him to the horse.

People who have lost too much blood always wake up with unbearable thirst.

"Water..."

His voice was hoarse and weak.

But Chris, who had been watching by his side, heard it, and quickly untied him, and then handed him the water bladder.

The wound on his shoulder and back had crusted over, but the wound with a missing piece of flesh was as disgusting as the bread apprentice's bad pie.

"Why did you save me?"

Atwood drank like a cow, looked at his surroundings, and was silent for a while before asking.

According to the unwritten tacit agreement on this trade route, he should be abandoned in the Great Wasteland and become the excrement of the Loki Daran wolf.

"It's already the South."

Chris gave him a smile, which made his pretty face warm in the sun, "The soul of the northern man is too far from here to return to his hometown, and he will get lost." ”

"The soul returns to his hometown, ......"

The unexpected answer made Atwood a little stunned.

After muttering a repetition, he sat up straight on the horse's back.

The rude movements caused the wound to begin to ooze blood, but he didn't seem to feel it at all, just looked back to the north, his pupils were not focused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Chris didn't make a sound to disturb, but was kind enough to help him pull the reins of the horse when he rode forward.

There was a long silence.

Squeezed by the peaks on either side of the Grand Canyon, the wind screeched in Atwood's face and woke him up from his consolation.

"Thank you. If I have the chance, I will repay you. ”

He smiled and thanked Chris politely.

It was also the first time he had shown politeness to others.

"No, you've already repaid me, when you called me a rookie. Thanks to you, I'm now weaned, haha~~" There was no teasing in Chris's smile when he laughed at himself, and he was still very sincere and sunny.

It also made Atwood laugh alongside.

Just smiling and smiling, he couldn't help but look back at the north, with a vague sparkle in his eyes.

There is also a sentence in my heart that quietly landed: Perhaps, it is time for me to go home. Because the souls of the north will get lost here, and they will not be able to return to their hometown.......

Enter the canyon on the third day.

In front of the majestic pass of the dwarven realm, with a piercing sound, the city gate five or six meters high and about one meter thick slowly opened under the activity of the winch, and a team of dwarven knights riding black goats rushed out.

The hooves of the black goats made a sonorous sound on the iron-soaked ground, and it was very neat.

This is the dwarven mount, aggressive, enduring, accustomed to climbing, walking on the mountain as if it were flat on the ground, and more importantly, the height matches the height of the dwarves.

The dwarven knights showed great enthusiasm for the arrival of the caravan.

Dressed in horned helmets and thick full-body armor, they looked like steel cans, and as soon as they came out, they waved loudly, "Welcome to the Dwarven Realm!" The warm and sincere dwarves are happy to make you feel at home! ”

Of course, everyone knows they still haven't said a word.

That is, "for the sake of the gold coins".

Since the opening of this trade route, a garrison has been set aside in the dwarven realm for caravans to camp and be protected by soldiers.

Of course, this is a charge and mandatory.

After the caravan was set up and camped, the mercenaries scattered in a hurry with their commissions.

For them who can cross the Great Wilderness alive, only the warm quilt of a woman and the sweetness of rye wine can soothe the hardships of this journey.

The travelers and adventurers who had joined the small mountain town in the Loki Daran Mountains also left the caravan one after another.

At this moment, they no longer need to huddle together to keep warm.

Chris and Sien, after parting ways with the wounded Atwood, also left the caravan camp to find a tavern with no special services, intending to relieve the fatigue of the journey with a hot bath and soft beds.

Surprisingly, Jacob Locke, who had been looking for various reasons to approach him on the road, nodded to Theon, said "goodbye" to him, and disappeared into the crowd with Jessica.

Am I being too careful?

He's just talking and joking, and he doesn't mean to plot against me?

Looking at Jacob's disappearing back, Chris, who was a little surprised in his heart, turned his inquiring gaze on Sien.

To this, Sien shrugged.

The nerves that had been tense for nearly a month became out of control after relaxing.

For three days in a row, Chris and Chris stayed in the tavern, hungry and sleepy, and when they had nothing to do, they would sit with a glass of rye wine, listening to the drinkers bragging, drinking, gambling and so on.

Today is no exception.

However, when the two of them were bored, a man walked into the tavern and made his way through the crowd and placed a string of Rocky Daran's canine tooth pendants on the table, "Chris, this is for you." ”

The workmanship of the pendant is very rough, and at a glance you know that it was made on a temporary basis.

But Chris found it gracious.

Because the gift of animal teeth is one of the gifts with very northern characteristics.

However, he also felt very surprised, because he did not know the well-dressed man in the prime of life with neatly trimmed beard in front of him.

"You are?"

Chris stood up and looked at the other man with doubt.

Immediately, it dawned on him, "You're Atwood?!" ”

"Yes, it's me, I'm going home."

Atwood's face was pale, but no longer gloomy, but with a smile, "Goodbye, my friend, if I have the opportunity to meet again, I will repay you." Well, my last name is Teuton. ”

With that, he opened his arms and gave the latter a hug, then turned and left the tavern.

It was a very abrupt arrival and a very free and easy departure.

Chris was stunned.

Hasn't the Teutonic family been wiped out?