Alien world

Chapter 1280 202. New Victims

At first, Joan couldn't adapt to this savage life.

It's true that she has lived a strong and independent life since she was a child...but living in the wild is completely different from living in the city. In the city, there are convenient and abundant supplies, and goods from all over the world are placed on the shelves and carpets.

But in the wild, Joan had to find it herself. There were no shelves to conjure up oil lamps, ovens to bake bread, or firewood to chop into suitable shapes.

Fortunately, Joan was not a real imperial princess, and she quickly adapted to the life of being self-reliant.

At least, with a giant dragon lying beside her, Joan doesn't have to worry about her safety like before.

Ilimoras does not always sleep; she occasionally goes out late at night and returns with a few gnolls or kobolds captured - most of the time alive.

Elimoyas is also working hard for their small family.

The dead gnolls and kobolds would not be wasted, and would be cooked and roasted by the living gnolls and kobolds. Joan thought that if they could eat it, then she could eat it too, so she took a piece of chest meat that had no features.

I have to say, the meat of the gnoll is really tough, and the meat of the kobold is really... and sour.

As for the depletion of gold mines in the Broken Mountains... it is not a problem for Ilimoras. Dragons are born with the ability to sense treasures. She can clearly "see" which veins still have undiscovered gold mines.

The wanderers also have this ability - they know that a terrible being has come to a mountain, so they avoid it.
Joan was thus free to wander the mountains and collect without fear of being attacked by vagrants.

In the early morning, after the morning mist dissipated, she would go to the foot of the mountain in the warm sunshine to fetch water, fish, and pick wild vegetables and mushrooms.

Relying on her warrior's physical fitness, Joan ate suspected poisonous mushrooms several times but nothing happened. A few days ago, she found a patch of brown mushrooms growing in a cave that never saw the sun.

But after knowing that was where the jackals excreted, Joan never went there again...

Squatting in front of the cool, clear stream to wash her face and hands, Joan blew on her frozen red hands, looked up into the distance, and suddenly stood there in a daze.

She saw thick smoke rising from the mountains in the distance.

What's going on? What happened over there?

……

“A-choo… A-choo… A-choo!”

Annan sneezed more than a dozen times in succession while on horseback.

Luo Fei, who had been sticking to Annan since the start, came over and asked, "Who's thinking about you?"

"From a scientific point of view, sneezing is just a reaction to irritation of the nasal mucosa."

Annan didn't believe it. If anyone thought of him, he would sneeze. He would sneeze 114,514 times a day.

"Is it too cold?" Captain Ryan whispered.

In order not to miss the opportunity, they chose to travel non-stop at night and arrived at the location of the evil dragon in the early morning.

Everyone was covered in crystal dew, wet and cold.

Skeeter then lit a torch and moved closer to Annan, bringing him the light and warmth.
"Thanks……"

The wizard's robe is inherently warm, but Annan, whose nose tip is slightly red from the cold, still smiles.

"You're too kind."

"Humph……"

Gloria couldn't stand Skeeter's humble attitude and wiped the dew off her body.

As time passed, the fog covering the valley gradually dissipated and the sun rose.

Annan activated the cleansing technique to make his body feel refreshed, and as the sunlight rose, his body gradually warmed up.

The fading morning mist also revealed the scenery in the distance - a winding black smoke rising from behind a low mountain.

"That seems to be our destination..." Vice Captain Skeeter flipped open the map, "Yes, there is a village there."

"Let's go there!"

Captain Ryan rushed out first, followed closely by the rest of the mercenary group, rushing to the place where the black smoke was rising in a cloud of dust.

They were a step too late. When they arrived, the fire had been completely extinguished, leaving only ruins and scorched earth with black smoke rising up.

The charred village was silent, with no other sound except the breathing of the war horses.

"Nobody, Sean, go into the village and search for survivors!"

Captain Ryan instantly switched back to his leadership posture and asked the mage to bless him.

Two rangers went in to explore the way. Not long after, the Nameless One dragged a disheveled villager out from behind the ruins.

"I found this guy at the other end of the village trying to escape."

“Don’t kill me… Don’t kill me…” The villager seemed to be terribly frightened, curling up into a ball and trembling.

The wizard cast a healing spell on him, which gradually calmed the villagers.

Captain Ryan dismounted and walked up to the man with the sound of armor clashing: "I am Paladin Ryan, what happened here?"

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"Paladin... the evil dragon... it's the evil dragon! It destroyed my village and burned everything!" The villagers lowered their heads and screamed in pain.

"Where is it..."

"I don't know. I... I hid myself and didn't dare to come out. I ran out at daybreak..."

At this time, another ranger came back.

"Are there any other survivors?" Captain Ryan asked him.

The ranger shook his head. Captain Ryan sighed and said to the villagers, "Don't worry, we are here to defeat the evil dragon."

"Really? Thank God, that's great..."

Annan watched everything and felt something was wrong.

Elimoas is definitely not that kind of person... Dragon. A sudden change of temperament? Maybe, but she would never kill innocent people.

Annan was extremely convinced.

Since it wasn't Ilimayas who committed the massacre, then it's worth pondering who massacred the whole village and threw the blame on Ilimayas...

Question it out loud? Seeing the indignant look on the Osculas Mercenaries' faces, it would be easy to get bad feelings if he said that.

Annan simply pretended to be a young nobleman who was not familiar with the world and asked, "Why was the village burned down? Wasn't that evil dragon a blue dragon? I remember that red dragons like to use fire..."

The villagers lowered their heads and trembled, and Skeeter explained that the dragon's dragon language magic was not limited to any race.

Captain Ryan also said: "We have explored the Killian territory and Boyi Village, and there are traces of fire there."

Annan said nothing, but looked at the villagers thoughtfully.

The emotions that continuously emanated from him included not only timidity and nervousness, but also... fear.

The question is, what is he afraid of?
In front of the team members, Annan approached the villagers, looked at them carefully, and suddenly said, "Are you a slave trader?"

The villagers were stunned.

"I've seen you before, you and other slave traders selling slaves at the market."

"I'm not, I'm a villager!" the villager shouted in panic.

Annan did not give him time to think and continued to ask: "What is the name of this village, who is the village chief, how many people are there in your family, and how do you make a living?"

The villagers immediately hesitated.

(End of this chapter)