Lord of War

The sun is gradually sinking, and the warmth remaining on the surface is gradually disappearing.

The night is a natural protective color for the ferocious beasts and monsters living in the wilderness. Especially for wolf pack monsters that live in groups, or those powerful lion and tiger monsters, the wilderness shrouded in darkness is their holy place for food.

Compared with ordinary beasts, Warcraft with IQ prefer to stay in some active areas: such as trade routes or near some gray gathering places.

In the Northern Principality Federation, there is a golden trade route called the Road of Death.

The reason why it is called a golden trade route is because this trade route traverses the territory of seven duchies, and these seven duchies belong to the grand duchies with special products, but because the seven duchies have similar cliffs, There are many natural barriers such as cliffs and different terrain heights, so it is difficult to achieve trade circulation. However, it is precisely because of this that basically as long as these seven principalities with special products can successfully transport their products to neighboring countries for sale, their profits can at least double.

Especially the Principality of Lorelle, which is located in the middle of the trade route, if it can successfully transport a kind of holy light gemstone rich in this principality out of this road of death, then the profit can be multiplied by at least dozens of times.

Holy Light Gemstone is a pure natural gemstone. Although it cannot be used as a magic material, this pure white gemstone has a very rare transparent texture, which is more transparent than ordinary crystals. The most commendable thing is that this gemstone has a certain light-gathering property: it Under the shining light, it can reflect extremely bright light, the more pure and flawless the holy light gem is. The reflected light is stronger.

Because of this, this gemstone has become the most desired treasure by many ladies in Miracle Continent.

It's just the Holy Light Gem Mine that is currently known in the Miracle Continent. This one is only found in the Principality of Lorelle, and the road to death is terrifying. That's why this gemstone, which is more advanced than diamonds, has an amazing profit margin.

In fact, if it weren't for the alliance treaty of the Northern Duchy Federation, the Duchy of Lorelle would have been annexed by other duchies long ago. It's just that the Duchy of Lorelle is sitting on such precious resources, but the Duchy of Lorelle ranks 33rd among the 36 duchies in the Northern Duchy Federation. Naturally, many people are not happy with it. Therefore, regarding the situation on the road of death, the other principalities in the surrounding area have adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards development. In the process, this trade route of death has developed to an astonishingly large scale. Now even if the Northern Principality Federation wants to wipe out these monsters, it has become an almost impossible task.

According to the latest survey data from the Adventurer's Guild, there are at least seventeen monster lairs that are dangerous enough to be rated as an S-level threat within the scope of this death trade route. As for A-level and B-level, let alone, especially there are ninth-level monsters running around and committing crimes, even the Adventurer's Guild doesn't want to have too much to do with this business route. On the contrary, the Mercenary Guild, Demon Hunting Guild, and Demon Hunters are extremely active in this area.

A caravan with very special proportions is carefully and slowly advancing on this legendary trade road of death.

This is the unspoken rule that all caravans who make their living on this trade route will abide by: they don't want to leave this dangerous place as quickly as possible, but only want to leave this dangerous place in the safest and safest way . Because they don't lack time at all, many caravans even take more than a year to leave here,

After all, as long as they can successfully go to the business once, the money they earn is enough for them to spend for several years or even ten years. So here it is. The most popular and supported are not mercenaries, demon hunters, adventurers, or demon hunters, but those leaders who have mastered a relatively safe trade route, or have certain experience in walking the death trade route. Seasoned, even knowledgeable Warcraft scholars.

them. It is the precious talents of these caravans who dare to take risks to trade on the trade road of death.

Because of this, caravans with special proportions and even strange caravans can be found everywhere.

The ratio of this caravan at the moment is special. That is compared to the caravans in other places in the outside world, here on the death trade road. Two or three trade trucks are equipped with a caravan of more than two hundred guards, which is simply not unusual. even. There are also those caravans with only one truck, but the accompanying guards have three to five hundred people or more. Of course, their goods are naturally more valuable.

As the sun gradually sank to the west and the sky began to darken, the caravan soon dared not move forward, but began to build the camp.

On the death trade road, basically all caravans travel only six or seven hours a day from morning to evening. Some more cautious or timid caravans even dared to go on the road only from noon to afternoon. As for the true warriors who dared to continue marching at night, they had been completely extinct in the stomach acid of the monsters about thirty years ago.

There are only two trade trucks left in this caravan, and the other two trucks pulled by the ground dragon beasts carry some camp construction tools and necessities such as food and water. At present, there are nearly 200 caravan workers, guards, and logistics and maintenance personnel in this caravan.

Originally, their number was even larger, there were five trucks alone, six trucks for other tools and food, and the number of guards exceeded 600 people. It's just that in the past half a year, they encountered a total of more than a dozen monster attacks of various sizes, and lost hundreds of guards and other personnel, and were forced to abandon five trucks.

Even in a World of Warcraft attack a few days ago, because the other two trucks were severely damaged, and the ground dragon was also fatally injured, they had to integrate the materials on the other two trucks, Of course, they didn't waste those severely injured ground dragon beasts, they directly made them into dried meat and transported them away.

Although the journey was very dangerous and difficult, in any case, they had completed nearly three-fifths of the journey. As long as there are no large-scale attacks in the next trip, or problems like the previous few days. They can still make it through. If you are lucky enough, you can find some caravans or escorts who had to stop on the road due to heavy casualties at the next supply point. Then the security is greatly increased.

The guards of the caravan quickly set up a small-scale camp with complete facilities.

In order to ensure safety, they dug a trench with a width of three meters and a depth of more than five meters on the outer circle of the camp. A high platform and thorns were placed on the side of the trench near the camp, which could prevent some magical beasts with strong jumping abilities from jumping over Trenching into the camp—although most of the time, these coolies and actions are just doing nothing, but in this dangerous place they must do it.

At the same time, in order to ensure the clarity of vision. There is a high brazier every ten meters on the wooden fence wall of the camp. There are also four simple sentry tower platforms in the camp - not pursuing lethality, but just to ensure that danger can be detected at the first time. In addition, some traps and warning tools were scattered around the trenches of the camp, and some things like high-temperature oil and flammable materials that could be used in the event of a monster attack were also prepared in the camp.

After everything was ready, the night had completely fallen.

Most of the previous tents of this caravan were either destroyed or completely lost in the previous attacks by monsters, and only a few remained. Therefore, when resting at night, the vast majority of people basically lie on the hard ground and sleep with their clothes on. Only some slightly injured wounded and people with relatively important identities can rest in tents. As for the food for the caravan owners. There are only some dry food, dried meat, and dried fruits. They don't even dare to light a fire to make cooked food in the wild, and they can only drink water, not even wine.

Because there are more than 20 kinds of monsters on this death trade road, you can easily smell the smell of blood and meat from 20 miles away. Among them, almost eight or nine are still living in groups—so not to mention serious injuries, even those who are slightly more seriously injured or who cannot stop the bleeding can only be given up. No caravan dared to take these wounded on the road. Because for those monsters, the existence of these wounded is simply moving food.

Bloody, cruel, indifferent. It is a dark portrayal of this business road that can be called overnight wealth.

A stooped old man patrolled the entire camp, carefully checking everyone's condition and the camp's facilities and safety issues. The little old man nodded in satisfaction, and then walked into a tent.

This old man is an experienced death trade leader.

He has been in this business for 20 to 30 years, and he has led almost 50 caravans. Although the caravans have been wiped out more than 30 times, and there are even 10 times when they were trapped halfway through the march. He can only seek a way out of cooperation with other larger and stronger caravans, but he also has a brilliant record of successfully clearing the customs seven times.

The so-called "customs clearance" does not refer to successfully getting out of this land of death, but to transport the goods from the east to the west for sale, and then transport the goods from the west to the east for sale. Only a round-trip trade can be called customs clearance.

In this business of death, this little old man can already be regarded as a living legend.

Of course the old man also has a name.

His name is Hatas Kuhn, but basically people prefer to call him another name: lucky old horse.

At this time, the tent that the lucky old horse Hatas walked into was not his residence, but the residence of an injured person.

The injured was a person they picked up on the road a few days ago.

His injuries were so severe at the time that no one thought he was alive. However, when the caravan passed by, he suddenly got up and begged for a sip of water. Originally, no one in the caravan wanted to talk to him, but Hatas suddenly went crazy, not only gave him a sip of water, She even kindly took him in. At that time, this naturally caused a strong reaction from the entire caravan. After all, the wounded man was seriously injured, and the people in the caravan were worried that he would attract monsters to chase him.

However, Hattas' words, coupled with the title of "lucky old horse", finally made the caravan accept his entry into the team.

"Did you smell blood on him?"

Yes, this injured person is extremely serious, and it can even be said to be a terrifying injured person. However, there was no trace of bloody smell, and it was "clean" beyond belief.

"Is the injury healed?" Hattas asked.

"How can it be so fast." The wounded lying on the soft sleeping bag smiled wryly and shook his head.

this sleeping bag. It was the only sleeping bag left in the entire caravan, and it was what Hattas used to sleep. After all, Hattas is a bit old. Not to mention the coolness of the ground, but in the wild, there are occasional stones on the hard ground, so it is impossible to sleep comfortably and peacefully. However, Hatas gave the sleeping bag to the injured without hesitation, and seeing the injured take it without hesitation, to be honest, many people in the caravan were really dissatisfied.

"Then take care of your wounds." Hatas glanced at the shriveled water bag next to the sleeping bag and a small empty plate next to it, and the old man put down his own water bag as well. Then I called someone to bring two plates of meat, "I killed a few ground dragon beasts a few days ago, and there is still a lot of dried meat, but there is not much water. Everyone has a daily ration. I can't break it." These rules, so I can only give you my own."

The wounded was silent for a moment, and then said, "Thank you."

"Hey, when I gave you the sleeping bag before. You didn't say thank you to me, but now you tell me this." The old man smiled, "If you really want to thank me, then do me a favor. I know you are capable If there are casualties in the future, I hope you can help eliminate their bloody smell and let as many young men as possible survive.... In my life, I have personally cut off the way of life for many people, so I will It’s for my own redemption.”

The injured man did not speak.

Here in the trade route of death. As long as you master any special means and skills, you can definitely get along well. But the premise is. You have the courage to face the death threats that may appear anytime and anywhere.

Like the little old man, his decades of experience in leading teams is a skill. Similarly, the means to erase the smell of blood is also a skill. However, probably because he is used to seeing life and death, or for some other reasons, the old man did not intend to use this special method on the wounded, but hoped that if the caravan encountered the problem of the wounded again, he would be able to help. a handful.

It's like a kind senior who is willing to support the younger generation.

Seeing the silent appearance of this middle-aged man, Hatas was not in a hurry, but asked with a smile: "By the way, I've been busy these days, so I didn't ask your name."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but he didn't speak immediately. Instead, after pondering for a while, as if he had made a major decision, he finally said, "Call me Edward."

"Edward?" Hattas smiled and nodded, "It's a good name."

The Seventh Demon God, Edward the Confessor, who has the ability to shock and scare countless people, really behaved like a junior student at this time. He smiled slightly, and then said: "I don't know the name of the old man yet. .”

"Oh, my name is Hattas. Hatas Kuhn." The little old man simply sat cross-legged, and then laughed, "But those little guys prefer to call me 'lucky old horse', haha. Get It means that an old horse knows the way, and I, an old horse, are very lucky."

Edward laughed too.

But at this moment, the camp suddenly sounded an alarm.

Hatas' complexion changed slightly, he got up immediately, and hurriedly walked out of the tent. But just as he got up, seeing Edward also got up, he frowned slightly, and then said: "You are injured, so you don't need to come out, just find a place to hide for a while."

"No need." Edward frowned, but he still spoke, he already sensed something happened outside.

Someone lifted the curtain of the tent. It was the person who had brought two plates of dried meat under Hatas's order and showed very strong hostility towards Edward. But at this time, the young boy didn't have any hostility on his face, but looked a little surprised, and looked at Edward in a strange way.

"What's going on." Hatas naturally discovered this too.

"There's someone coming in outside the camp, saying he's looking for..." The young man hesitated, but he still pointed to Edward, "He's looking for him."

"Alone?" Hatas was a little shocked.

"one person."

Hattas looked back at Edward, but seeing his indifferent face, he was also slightly surprised. But after all, he is an experienced team leader with decades of rich experience, so he immediately said, "Let him in."

"But . . . he had a cask of spirits with him."

Hattas was taken aback again. Then he looked at Edward again.

"It's okay." Edward said this time, which was rare. "Let him in."

"Let him in!" Hatas gritted his teeth and nodded.

This moment. How could Hatas not know that neither the severely injured Edward in front of him nor the man who dared to walk in this death zone with a barrel of spirits were probably not simple characters. He only hoped that he would not bring any disaster to his caravan.

Not long after, a strong man as tall as an iron tower came in holding a huge wooden barrel that was at least one meter high and over thirty centimeters in diameter. This wooden barrel has a mellow sweetness, and the taste is also very strong. Almost everyone knows that this barrel contains wine, and it is a very high-strength wine. They really didn't want this guy to come in with this barrel of wine, but no one in the entire caravan was as tall and strong as this guy, especially because he had a strong sense of courage. Many people felt a little guilty just standing in front of this strong man .

Moreover, it was Hatas who agreed with this strong man to come in, so naturally no one would intercept this guy.

The caravan brought a seriously injured patient, and now there is another person who smells like alcohol. This seems to have seriously violated the business rules on the death trade road.

"Hello. My name is Diane." After the strong man entered the tent, he saw Hatas sitting next to Edward, and he greeted him politely.

"Hello." Hatas also greeted slightly, and then said. "My name is Hatas Kuhn. I am the leader of this caravan."

Diane smiled, then turned her eyes to Edward again, and said, "You're still alive. I'm really surprised."

"That's really familiar." Edward said lightly.

When Edward ran to Adroan to rescue Diane, Diane was rescued by Sean. There was such a conversation between the two of them. But at that time, it was Edward who was mocking Diane. The result is now the other way around, but Edward pretends not to understand the meaning.

"Hey." Diane didn't tell the truth, but just sat down and put the wine barrel beside him.

Diane's height is over 1.9 meters, even if he is also sitting cross-legged, he still has to hunched his back, otherwise the whole tent will be smashed by him. Of course, even if he arched his back, he was still at the same height as the huge wine barrel next to him.

With a wave of Diane's hand, he took off the wooden lid of the wine barrel, and immediately a richer aroma of wine came out, and it even spread outside quickly, and the whole camp began to be filled with a mellow and rich aroma. Sweet wine. This is a very rare high-concentration spirit, at least it is impossible to see it at any of the supply points and gathering places here on the death trade road, and perhaps it is only possible to drink it at the east and west ends of the trade road.

"Come on?" Diane asked Hattas.

When the wine poke was opened, Hatas's face actually looked a little pale, because he was too aware of the fatal attraction of this fragrance to monsters. At this moment, he doesn't know what to say, because since he already knows that Edward and Diane are not small people, he can only hope that Diane has enough strength to deal with the monsters, not against the monsters. A stunned young man who doesn't understand anything about the trade route of death.

In reality, of course, Hattas was doomed to disappointment.

Because both Diane and Edward are indeed stunned.

However, their strength can indeed ignore all monsters in the entire death trade route, even level nine monsters. As long as there is no tenth-level beast, Diane and Edward are fearless-but Edward in this state probably cannot deal with the ninth-level monster.

Soon, the three people in the tent started drinking.

As if venting, the three of them drank bowl after bowl. It is probably because there are very few opportunities to drink and drink such high-strength alcohol, so Hatas quickly passed out, and even because the barrel of fine wine is so unique, other people in the camp just smelled the smell With the fragrance of wine, he was already drunk, and then fell into a dreamland.

In the entire camp, only Edward and Diane were still awake.

However, the faces of the two were a little too red.

"The devil is drunk, this is not something that the North Principality Federation has." Edward said lightly.

"It doesn't matter if you went to the mainland once, and I went to the Emerian Empire once." Diane's voice was also very calm, "It's just a pity."

"Indeed." Edward nodded.

Both sides are very smart people, so some things don't need to be said too clearly.

This was the first time the two of them drank together, but it should also be the last time the two of them drank together.

Perhaps after tonight, the two of them will return to their previous state of hostile killing. After all, Diane is a believer of Enkos, and the devil contract he signed with Enkos is the price of freedom for Diane to kill Edward - as long as Diane doesn't kill Edward for a day, he will always be a heretic and will He was hunted down by all church forces in the entire Miracle Continent, and even forces and organizations that crusade against heresy, such as the Peace Council.

If he wanted to restore a normal life, or if he wanted to clean up his crimes, then he could only kill Edward.

Moreover, this time, probably no one from Morning Light Church would intervene.

And Diane, Uriel who activated the awakened state, is at least a powerful existence of the sixteenth or even seventeenth order. Edward himself is a seventeenth-level existence, but as his battle time continues to prolong, he will completely enter the demonic state, and more people will definitely join the team chasing and killing Edward.

Therefore, in order to avoid this situation, once Edward and Diane fight, it must be a quick victory.

From this, it can be predicted that when Edward and Diane confront each other again, the battle will probably be fiercer and crueler than ever before.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Dian suddenly raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl.

This made his face even more rosy.

Edward also raised his head and gulped it down.

"Aren't you going to kill me now?" Edward asked.

"I was injured so badly back then, did you take action?" Diane asked back.

"Hmph, although I am a demon god, I also have my pride." Edward snorted coldly, "It's not my style to take advantage of others' danger."

"Oh." Diane drew a long tone, "A demon god with principles."

Demon gods are originally aimed at destruction and destruction, so it can be said that they are no different from demons.

In other words, the demon god has never had such a thing as a "principle".

Edward's face was very red, and he didn't know whether it was because he drank too much wine or because he was irritated by Diane's ridicule.

"I'm also principled." Diane hiccupped, "Before I became a heretic, I was a knight. Similarly, my chivalry doesn't allow me to take advantage of others.... This time, we will Evened out."

Edward gave Diane a sideways look, and said with a sneer, "If you don't do it now, you may not have such a good opportunity in the future."

"Sleepy." Diane didn't answer directly, but just lay down like this, probably because he felt that the tent was too small, and there was Hattas in the tent, so he could only curl up, looking extremely uncomfortable, "Tomorrow Remember to remind me to buy a bigger tent."

"What are you doing here!" Edward said angrily.

"Staring at you." Diane's voice was a little confused, "This old man is a good man, I'm afraid he will fall into your trick and become your tonic."

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