"The boundary sign of Tarazan Heights, Motazaros is not far away. ”

He drove the carriage to the edge of the stone pillar, stopped and got out of the carriage.

Walking to the side of the stone pillar, which required five adults to wrap around, Gehr reached out and gently touched the surface of the stone pillar.

Rough and cold.

Because of the baptism of time, the surface of the stone pillar has been weathered out of many fine holes, making the stone pillar look a little uneven, and even the line of large characters on it is also a little blurred.

Luckily, the font on it was large enough for Gehr to recognize, it was written in Briggs: Tarazan Heights.

In the local barbarian language, this means sacred and rich land, where their ancestors have lived for generations, and where their souls are born and belong.

Of course, their so-called sacred riches are just a wild land in the eyes of other civilized countries, and even after building the tower of the floatship and becoming an important transportation node in the airship route, the environment here is still a little backward compared to other countries.

Seeing the familiar Briggs language on the stone pillar, Gehr smiled, remembering an allusion he had heard before about the development of linguistics.

When the patrons did not come to this world, when the top of the power class was occupied by wizards, the language used by wizards became the mainstream of this world. However, because the language used by wizards was created to better explain the mystical powers in their eyes, it is more of a technical term than a daily term, and it is not very effective in everyday life. Add to that the fact that there are many wizard factions, each with a unique language. Moreover, the world of ordinary people has not given birth to a unified empire, and many countries have their own unique cultures. So for a period of time, the language system of this world was extremely chaotic. The last is the cooperation of several of the largest organizations in the wizarding world. The result was the creation of a unified wizarding language, the Elder Guthir Britch.

Although it is true that the Elder Tyr Bricht language has made a great contribution to ending the linguistic confusion, it is not very advantageous in the field of non-magic research, so various countries have begun to develop local languages based on the Elder Tyr Bricht language to suit their own living environment.

This changed when the patrons came to this world, bringing with them a well-established unified language from the great Briggs dynasty, far more convenient than the native languages in terms of convenience and practicality, so that Briggs quickly became popular, and soon combined with their already unfounded language family to form a new Briggs language family. Later, even wizards began to use this convenient language. In the end, the Briggs and Upper Gutyr-Brits-Bridges coexisted.

In a way, this can be considered a victory for the patrons.

A closed place like the Tarazan Heights also did not escape the results of erosion by the Briggs family.

Gehr looked up and saw the terrain slowly and continuously rising, and at the end of the line of sight, small black undulations stood there, the rolling snowy mountains of the Tarazan Heights, and his destination was there.

After standing under the pillar for a while, Gehr got back into the carriage and continued his journey.

Continue moving forward for an hour. Instead of a monotonous plain landscape, Gehr began to see dirt roads that stretched from other directions nearby, and the road that Gehr was walking was stretching in a unified direction.

After walking for more than an hour, the dirt road that Gehr had walked began to converge with the other dirt roads that had been extended one after another. A wider dirt road was formed, and then it went all the way forward, eventually connecting with a gravel road more than ten meters wide.

The carriage drove up the gravel road. There were significantly fewer bumps and a significant increase in the speed of the carriage. It seems that the local rulers put a lot of effort into this main road.

It's just that although the road is good, it is still crowded. Gehr looked back and forth, and there was no shadow of a pedestrian at all, as if he was alone in the heavens and the earth, and only the endless road accompanied him.

It was not until it was dark that he could not see the road clearly, and then Geer drove the carriage to the flat ground by the side of the road, and found a suitable place to camp and pitched his tent.

The wind at night is mostly quiet and gentle, and the weeds on the plain continue to rustle under the gentle blowing of the night breeze, blowing on people, you can feel a little bit of coolness slowly wandering on the exposed skin, just like a lover's caressing.

The sky was a dark blue almost ink, with light black clouds floating in the middle, and sparse stars sparkling in between.

A rectangular tent is facing a bonfire, and the sound of the crackling of the lit firewood, the sound of the iron pot on the bonfire being boiled, and the smell of the meat beginning to spread.

Gehr sat in front of the campfire, his face flushed with the firelight. He focused on wiping the cross sword he had bought not long ago, and after wiping the blade without a single stain, he carefully applied the maintenance oil, and at this moment, it seemed that nothing else could attract his attention.

Putting the sword within reach, Gell looked up at the sky, then took out a wooden bowl, scooped out a thick broth from the iron pot, and dipped the dry and hard bread in his hand into the soup, and the aroma of a grain mixed with the aroma of meat was emanated.

A long-lost tranquility suddenly emerged from Gehr's mind, and he suddenly felt a little unaccustomed.

To be honest, he hadn't stopped much since he had set out from Eura City, except for some supplies in some necessary towns, especially since he had not seen a single figure in this plain for almost a week. In the past, every time I traveled far away, I always had to encounter something, but this time I didn't say anything about fighting, and I didn't even see a robber, so Geer could only sigh or complain that the security of these countries was really good.

After finishing dinner, Gehr continued to adjust a standard longbow, tightening the bowstring little by little, stopping from time to time to test the feel before adjusting it.

By the time he had finished the job, the campfire had begun to fade.

The night was getting deeper.

After inspecting the campsite once again and inspecting the traps that had been laid out to warn them in advance, Gehr stepped on the campfire that was about to go out, removed it, threw his sleeping bag on the dry and warm ground that had been roasted by the fire, lay down, and fell asleep in the light of the stars.

The next day, Gehr was woken up by the sound of a horse's hooves.

As Gell grabbed his sword and stood up, a horse was galloping along the road from afar. On horseback was a man in a gray trench coat, who looked like a dusty man all the way, and when he passed by Gehr, he didn't look at him, he directly pumped the horse's buttocks, did not stop at all, and suddenly crossed Gehr's place, and soon disappeared from view.

Seeing this, Geer had no intention of going up to say hello, but just packed up the campsite, hastily ate some dry food and jerky, and then continued to move on.

As Gehr progressed, more and more dirt roads merged into the main road, and sometimes Gehr was able to meet a number of people, including solo travelers, horse-drawn wagons pulling goods, and caravans that seemed to be designed to transport passengers, although not very numerous, but also brought a lot of popularity to this vast area.

In the constant hurry, the terrain where Gehr was located became higher and higher, and the chill in the wind became more and more obvious, occasionally whistling across the earth, making it seem vast and quiet all around. Occasionally, you can see unmelted snow on the nearby meadows, reflecting a white glow from far and near in the dry sunlight.

At this moment, a continuous white mountain range appeared in the distance, slowly growing in his field of vision as the carriage advanced.

Suddenly, the road began to tremble, and the pebbles on the ground began to beat rapidly.

Gehr, who was familiar with the sound, flicked the reins of his horse and let the pack horse pull the carriage out of the road, and waited quietly.

Soon, a group of cavalry appeared in front of Gehr quickly along the front of the road. Simple leather armor, sharp scimitars, and sophisticated curved bows, these are the hunting rangers unique to the local barbarians, and Gehr has seen them a few times today, but he is not unfamiliar.

There is no unified kingdom here, but the range of power is divided by tribe, and hunting rangers like this usually only need to look at the shape and color of the feathers on their felt hats on their heads to know which tribe they belong to.

These cavalrymen did not pay much attention to travelers like Gehr, and the purpose of their patrols was not to check on the passing travelers, but to prevent some wild beasts from approaching the main road so that they would not damage the road or attack passing travelers.

The beasts that can survive in the harsh environment of the plateau are generally strong and vigilant, and they are very aggressive, coupled with the modified or semi-modified mutated creatures that run out of the hands of some careless wizards, although there is no threat of robbers and robbers here, but you still need to be more careful along the way.

The cavalry quickly crossed Gehr's position, leaving behind a cloud of dust and vanished at the end of the road behind.

After the cavalry had passed, Gehr drove the carriage back onto the main road and continued his journey.

Today's weather is not too good, after noon, thick dark clouds block the sun, making the sky a little gloomy, the sound of the cold wind passing more poignantly, blowing Geer's windbreaker hunting, completely attached to his body, feeling a little cold.

Probably because of the weather, Gell took a short break at noon before continuing his journey, but he didn't see a single figure for two hours, as if time had gone back to a few days ago.

Until those two guys came along. (To be continued......)

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