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The autumn wind swept away the little vitality of the barren land endlessly under the cold sky. Thick clouds covered the sky and pressed low on the huge hilly terrain that stretched for hundreds of miles, and it was full of rubble, large and small, as large as a farmhouse and as small as knuckles. Only in the crevices of the rocks can a few small shrubs grow with difficulty. Looking around, there was a dull gray-green in the heavens and the earth.

Preig's caravan was jolting and bumping along the gravel road, and since entering the mountains five days ago, the wheels of the twenty-seven cars had been replaced one after another. The bumpy mountain road and irregular rocks, large and small, quickly destroyed the still sturdy wheels and demoralized the team, and the guys began to become sometimes dull and sometimes agitated.

Preg was looking around on a small, sturdy horse. It's said to be a horse, but it's only slightly bigger than a donkey. This kind of horse is nothing but hard-working and not picky eaters! Look at its dull yellow hair, its listless horse face, and the sloppy Greg with a shabby black cloak on it.

Indeed, Pregg's caravan was a lost dog, and because the team was too small to hire a guard, Preg had to give each of his thirty men a rudimentary weapon or two. He also knew that such an outfit would be of little use other than to disperse a small group of goblins. Now he can only lead the team away from the convenient avenue, and carefully make his way on this barren and bumpy mountain road, no different from a group of gray lost dogs.

They had to stay away from the wide, solid avenues, which were filled with bandits of all sizes and races, from the thick leather mountain giants, to the small hordes of goblins and kobolds, the intermediate mages who were smart enough to know the 4th order of arcane, the ogre wizards who specialized in frost, and the jungle trolls who were so stupid that they couldn't even count ten fingers. One by one, they are hidden in the deep forests at the foot of the mountain, waiting for a chance to make a move. The more accessible the road, the more dangerous there are! And the less accessible the road is now, the safer it is, and of course "safety" is only relative. The robbers will also drive each other away, and those who lose will wander to the paths and continue to raid houses. Your team may collide with one.

Therefore, he remained quite vigilant, constantly looking at the surrounding hills to see if there were any signs of activity of large groups of creatures. Although he firmly believes that the goddess of luck Tymora favors him, it would be a contempt for the goddess to joke with his wealth and life on the basis of this.

Suddenly there was a noise behind the team, the guys looked back, and the convoy stopped.

Preg frowned and rode the donkey-sized pony from the front of the line to the back.

At the end of the line, four or five men dressed in rudimentary coarse cloth were whipping a female slave who had fallen to the ground. But the man lay motionless on the ground as if he were dead. There were also more than a dozen female slaves who had been bought together, huddled together in fear and trembling, at a loss.

Pregg's brow furrowed even more, the boys were getting harder and harder to discipline, and a group of people only knew how to toss the poor woman here, but none of them went to the front of the group to report the matter to themselves. He shouted with a little anger, "What are you doing here, what the hell is going on?"

A man dressed as a farmer hurriedly turned around and said, "It's this slave who refuses to go." Dozens of whips were given to her, and she was still lying on the ground, completely ignoring us. "He was originally a farmer, he had been kicked out of his territory by his lord three months ago, and had only joined the team two months earlier, so he was still wearing a patched peasant outfit, old and torn, not only faded but also covered with ash and mud, a little better than a beggar's outfit.

"It's you who don't take me seriously. Preg rebuked loudly: "Since you entered this hill, you have become more and more disobedient! Yesterday two people confronted me! Do you still take me as the head of the eye? You don't tell me anything when something happens, and you only know how to take out your anger on these women, and when you really encounter a few robbers, where is your majesty? You all listen to me, and no matter what happens, even if it is urgent, you must inform me. If you act like this, delay the speed of the group, or fall behind the group, you're welcome!" he said sternly, dismounting, pushing the crowd away, grabbing the slave girl's black hair, and pulling her head up to take a closer look.

The poor slave girl had passed out. She was skinny from top to bottom, and the skin on her face was dry and wrinkled like the bark of a shriveled tree, and she was no different from an old woman of sixty or seventy! The whole person looked like a freshly dead corpse. But the ears were long and pointed, like the ears of elves.

"It turned out to be the half-drow half-drow of half-blood. Preg groaned. He had bought the slave girl from a merchant-looking man in the city, and at first glance he could see that the woman had been resold several times. Her face was emaciated, her eyes were blank, and she was a wound from a whip. Bandrow's skin was generally brown, and this woman's complexion was even more gray, as if she was suffering from some kind of disease. But at that time, Preg didn't care about this, and the officers and soldiers of Wilwach only needed slave girls as a means of venting, and it didn't matter what kind of identity they had in the past or what miserable things had happened to them, as long as they didn't have those venereal diseases. Seeing that she was tall and beautiful, she checked again to see if she had that kind of disease. Preg bought it.

Who knows, now this slave girl will quickly become ill like this! Now her bones are protruding from head to toe, and her whole body is only covered with a layer of wrinkled, dry dead skin, as terrible as a living corpse.

No one wants to sell it?

The transaction was about to lose a small amount again, and at the thought of this, Preg became even more angry, and scolded: "Damn, I wasted so many days of rations." ”

The farmer's man immediately came up to her, and said, "She seems to be so sick that she doesn't even have the strength to stand up." It is estimated that he will die on the road before he can wait for the city of Wilwach. It's better to leave her still here, so that you can save money for the future. ”

There was a look of approval in the eyes of several guys around, except for the boss Preg who could eat and drink enough every day, the remaining dozens of guys could only fill their stomachs half-full. If this slave girl is still here, the rest of the food can be distributed to them, although the food distributed to everyone must be pitiful, but at last they can eat enough!

Preg looked at the greedy eyes of the guys, he knew exactly what the guys really thought, but sometimes the boss can't accommodate the guys, he has to use something to show his authority and vision, especially at this time.

"No!" he commanded, "throw her into the cart with the magic potion." Even if she dragged it, she had to drag it to Wilwach City, and as long as she still had a breath, someone would always buy it. ”

A few of the guys snickered and teased, "Will you buy her and cook her?" like eating those centaurs?"

"Talky!" Preg glared at them sternly, and shouted in a deep voice: "You can just know those things, and don't gossip! I can't spare you when outsiders hear it! Why don't you throw her in the car quickly!"

The men hurriedly lifted the half-drow slave girl lying on the ground to a carriage in front of them, which carried a dozen flat wooden crates, which squared her on it. There was a faint and strange smell of potion coming from the wooden box, and more than a dozen words were painted with ink on the outside of the box - special potions, good quality and low price, produced by the Arcane Research Sharing Association.

The convoy continued to jolt and move slowly forward, and the fellow dressed as a farmer secretly grabbed the other one and asked in a low voice, "What did you just say about eating centaurs?"

The man stole a glance at Preg in the distance and whispered, "You also know what Wilvach City is, right?"

"Of course, I know that it is the front line of our human resistance against centaurs, and I have long heard that it was the Duchy of Clarence, the Duchy of Gloucester, and our Duchy of Hereford that jointly defended this place to stop the invasion of the centaurs on the plains of Pannonia into the interior. ”

The man whispered again, "Then you also know that the centaurs used to do things in these three countries." ”

"I know some, I heard that twenty years ago the centaurs suddenly appeared in large numbers in the Pannonian plain and invaded the three countries through the valley of Guò Wilvach, bypassing the steep mountains around it. He became excited, and said with some anger: "Then they burned, killed, looted, and did all kinds of evil everywhere they went." They robbed the rich of gold, silver and jewelry, smashed the mud houses of the poor, burned the crops of lords and peasants, killed all men who were taller than wheels, defiled all women, and liked to gouge open the bellies of pregnant women and take out babies to eat. Those years were a nightmare for these three countries. ”

The man continued: "Therefore, after these ferocious races were driven back to the Pannonian Plain, the kings and nobles of the three countries jointly contributed to the construction of the current Wilwach City, and stipulated that every year the three countries should take out a part of the tax revenue for the defense of Wilwach City, because those centaurs did not give up their intention to invade again, and there would be frequent wars in the vicinity of Wilwach City every year. Of course, the centaurs captured the humans and killed and ate them, so what do you say will happen to the centaurs captured by our humans?"

The farmer's man was a little surprised and said, "Wouldn't it be—wouldn't they eat the centaurs too? I heard that there were a lot of righteous men gathered in Wilvach City, how could they allow such a thing? And the army has money! If you think that the three countries invest money in it every year, and they are not rich in oil, and they want wine and wine, and meat and meat, how can they take centaurs into the pot?"

The man sneered, this guy was still just out of the mix, and he hadn't yet been freed from the idea that "other races are evil, and humans are always righteous", and he didn't know how cruel this world was.

"This is a military need, and sometimes it is necessary to rely on this to boost the morale of the army, they eat us, and of course we have to eat them. Centaurs never exchange captives with humans, and they don't eat for nothing. ”

"Ah, the centaurs don't exchange prisoners with us, but that's not what I've heard!" the farmer's fellow was incredulous, for it was quite different from the hymns he had heard from the troubadours before, which always sang the praises of how upright, how humiliating, and how forgiving the human side was. Humans are always passive to withstand the attack of the centaurs, and then forced to fight back when they can't bear it anymore, and the generals are always very patient to negotiate with the centaur leaders for the sake of a few human captives, exchanging large quantities of supplies in exchange for their own compatriots.

The man chuckled under his breath, "You've been deceived by those boring troubadours! In this way, you will willingly dig out the copper plate in your own pocket. Then he said: "Do they still make up stories that those human generals will mobilize an army of hundreds of people to fight a head-on duel with centaurs for the sake of a certain only child captive? Do they also say that human beings are always beaten at the beginning and can't raise their heads, and then a certain noble and handsome noble young master comes, and then he raises his arms and shouts, and rushes into the centaur camp with his soldiers, and rescues the captives who are about to be killed intact in a few moments?"

"Well, that's right. ”

"Hahaha" The man couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh again: "You've been deceived by them! It's all! Those generals don't worry about a few captives, they never care whether those captives are dead or alive." The soldiers of Wilwach City knew that once they were captured by the centaurs, they would be cut into pieces and eaten, and their leaders would not care whether they lived or died! Not to mention one or two, even if they lost hundreds of people at a time, those generals would not blink their eyes. Anyway, every day naïve young people run there to sign up for the army and carry out the cause of 'justice'. He deliberately accentuated the word "justice".

"No—" The man dressed as a farmer could not accept such an "evil" act by a "righteous" human being, let alone imagine that a "noble and wise" general would ignore his own soldiers.

The man patted him on the shoulder and said, "This time I happened to go to Wilvach City, wouldn't you know when you got there?" Anyway, don't listen to the nonsense of those troubadours in the future, those stories they make up, nine out of ten are false!"

They fell silent again, and followed the procession, under the gloomy canopy, the difficult and slow advance over the barren rocky hills.

A few vultures gathered in the rocks in front of them.

Preg warily stopped the group, and then called a few able-bodied men, with swords and shields, and cautiously swarmed them over.

The remains of a gnolls are scattered on the ground.

A complete skull, broad chest and shoulder bones, human-like arms, and leg bones divided into three segments are scattered over an area of 30 feet (about 10 meters).

"It's the gnoll!" the men exclaimed, and one by one they raised their heads, and raised their necks like frightened ducks, and looked nervously from side to side, as if the gnolls were wandering nearby.

Preg frowned and despised the frightened cowards, and muttered, "Who killed him?"

"I think the other gnolls killed me?" one of the fellows guessed.

"Maybe a monster like a scavenger killed it?" others guessed even more.

"Or is it a dragon?" began to appear in absurd conjectures.

"Shut up!" Preg pointed at them in hatred and scolded: "You all use some brains! If the gnolls do it, then there will be nothing left of this corpse but skulls! The gnolls are notoriously gluttonous, except for the skull that cannot be bitten, all other bones will be eaten and there will be no bones left! There are also carrion-eating insects and dragons, and there will be no bones left!"

"Maybe the guards in Hamon Welltown did it. Said a tall middle-aged man in simple leather armor and armed with a regular sword, who looked quite energetic, very different from the grim-faced men around him in coarse cloth and dirty clothes. He was Preeger's deputy, Mahinda, who had previously worked as a mercenary. Compared to these peasants, outcasts, and bankrupt citizens, he was the highest in the caravan, and was the only authority in Pregg. Therefore, the treatment in terms of equipment and food is the best.

He continued: "This corpse is relatively complete, and there are no signs of canine gnawing, so it must not be the work of a jackal or an ordinary beast. What's more, if you look around, you don't see a single piece of leather armor, not a weapon, not even a piece of cloth! Obviously, someone killed the gnoll and removed his equipment. Gnolls are generally grouped, and it is impossible for a few humans or goblins to intercept them. And Hamon Well's town is a day's journey from here, maybe they came across a group of gnolls on patrol, killed one in a fierce battle, and then pulled everything from it!"

Preg nodded approvingly, and then thought of another question: "But when we arrived in Hamonville four years ago, they were still beaten by the gnolls and cowered in the town. It's only been a few years, how did they go out and kill the gnolls? You know, these beasts are very vindictive. ”

Mahinda shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know, it's the most reasonable explanation anyway." If we move quickly, we will be in Hamon Ville by sunset tomorrow, and we will be able to ask when the time comes. Boss, you don't have to worry too much. ”

"Hmm," Preg nodded and said to the guys, "but tonight we have to arrange for reliable people to take turns on the night shift, and now the gnolls in this area, we must not let our guard down!

The cold wind of the night blew through the stones of the wilderness, making a mournful whirring. Dozens of carts of the Preg caravan formed in a circle, and several bonfires were raised inside and outside the circle, swaying in the cold wind, flickering and bright, and the atmosphere was a little strange. The men lay in the open air and slept in the open by these campfires, and a few of the outer vigils also huddled around the campfires and dozed out boredly.

Thrown on the wooden box, Le Lin slowly woke up in pain, and the cold wind caused bursts of piercing pain in her body, bruises, whiplashes, and bursts of vicious pain emerging from the bone marrow, constantly gnawing at her extremely thin body. She tried to turn her body around the strange smell of magic potions coming from the box beneath her, but the corpse-like body could only lift her arms slightly.

"O merciful Elise," she murmured to herself in her heart, "for two years, I have suffered so much humiliation, and every day I have suffered as if I had been bitten by the devil. I have not given up my faith in you, but why haven't I received a single response from you? I haven't even seen a glimmer of hope? Have I been forsaken by God?" she breathed heavily, her desperate eyes staring straight into the dark sky.

"Perhaps, I have always been in the shadow of Goddess Fimulica, maybe my prayers have never reached Goddess Elisetra?" she pondered, the power of the curse for two years had not only completely destroyed her once tall and strong warrior body, but also gradually destroyed her brain, and she could feel that her thinking ability had begun to decline.

"Am I really going to turn into a shell that can't even control and urine?" she was terrified again, feeling her skinny body, and crying in her heart: "Yes, it's coming, it's almost coming, it's all like this, maybe I'll be like that tomorrow." Why should I suffer this fate, O gods, and how long will this last?"

The cold wind still blew through her cold body with a mournful whirring, and in her grief, she reluctantly turned her head to see a protruding nail on the box. It was a large, rusty iron nail with a pointed upward.

"Maybe it's better to die!" her heart suddenly hardened, "No matter whether you go to Elistra's kingdom after death, or go to Fimulika to be punished, it will not be worse than now! She pondered with difficulty: "Maybe it is the best choice to completely disappear, even the soul to disappear completely? At least I don't have to suffer any more humiliation and pain, and I don't have to face a hopeless life every day?"

"Yes, it's better to die! It's better to disappear completely!" her breathing became intense: "You can pierce your skull with this nail!" she stared at the nail, struggling to lift her body and move towards it inch by inch.

"It's over, and this life is coming to an end. Her eyes were a mixture of miserable love and a hint of relieved happiness.

With a "bang", the temple on the side of his head slammed heavily on the big iron.

Pain, more intense pain stimulates the brain. The dry brown skin was torn apart, and the foul-smelling blood smeared half of the horrible skull-like faces.

She is not dead yet, the body of the warrior will become more tenacious with the improvement of martial arts, especially the muscles and bones and skin will become very strong, and the strength of her bones is close to the strength of the bones of a ferocious animal for a level 10 warrior like Le Lin.

There was another "thump", and her head slammed into the nail again. She felt a sharp tingling, but a strange numbness enveloped her, as if her soul was beginning to separate from her body! The body could clearly feel a qiē, but the consciousness was unmoved, she felt that she was separated into two parts, "the physical self" and the "conscious self".

"Are you going to die, is your soul going to be separated from your body?" she felt some inexplicable excitement in her heart, not knowing whether it was fear, regret or joy. Again and again, she slammed her head against the big iron nail, making a "thump, thump" sound, and then she felt a slight cracking sound in her skull.

The inexplicable excitement grew stronger and stronger, and she hit faster.

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