Alien world

Chapter 33 Chapter 33. Half a Journey

Early morning mist hangs over the forest road.

Two horse-drawn carriages passed through a haunted gold mine not long ago.

Ten days have passed since Tasia was rescued... The once noisy camp became silent again as the gold mines dried up, only some townspeople who wanted to try their luck were still wandering.

And as you move away from the bare hills where the haunted gold mine is located, the roadside scenery is just a constant stream of trees.

Annan looked out the window, the moisture sticking to the car window gradually condensed into water droplets, which made his attention occasionally fall on the window from the bumps and scenery, pick a water droplet, accompany it to flow slowly, collide with other water droplets and merge , speed up the slide, and pick new drops.

Annan asked Aunt Susan to wear oversized linen clothes on Tasia.She held the borrowed "Mongrel" and read it quietly—it was a man of mixed race.Then become the biography of the legendary pro.

Soluman Bronzebeard was dozing off with her steel hammer, and Lindy was in another carriage with a female guard.

Annan was too optimistic about the trip and ignored personal reasons.Before noon, he started to get motion sickness due to the bumps of the carriage, and stopped the carriage several times to vomit on the side of the road.

After the fifth or seventh time, Lindy came to Annan who was supported by Tasia, and tore open a scroll.

A purple halo enveloped Annan, making the pale boy fall into a drowsy sleep.

"This is a syncope. If no one wakes him up, he will sleep unconsciously for more than ten hours." Lindy replied to the sight of the half tauren and dwarf, and returned to the carriage.

That's good, at least they don't have to worry about whether Annan, who is about to vomit bile, will die in the carriage.

It will take a week for the caravan to travel from Pinglin Town to Breeze City.They had no goods, so it was shortened to three days, so when Annan woke up, there was only half of the distance ahead.

The forest passing by the road looks similar to Pinglin Town, mainly tall and hardy birch and pine trees.

"Where have we been?"

Annan found that he seemed to be exempt from motion sickness, and his sanity was unprecedentedly clear.

"Just passing through Viscount Reagan."

Said Soruman Bronzebeard, who has traveled this way many times.

"Viscount? The territory on the edge of Breeze City?"

Annan happened to read from the book that noble territories are usually far away from towns... and this place is already within the scope of Breeze City.

Soluman Bronzebeard and Tasia didn't know either, and when they stopped to have dinner in the open area outside the Viscounty, Lindy said that it was because this hereditary Viscounty existed earlier than Breeze City.

During this period, Annan looked at the hills in the distance, and vaguely saw a corner of the castle ruled by the viscount and the farmland opened up in the forest.

On the afternoon of the second day of departure, an episode appeared.

When passing a four-way fork, the two carriages were forced to slow down.A goblin wearing rags and leather stood by the roadside holding a wooden sign, warning them in a strange common language: "The area ahead is occupied by goblins, and humans other than caravans are prohibited from entering."

Soluman Bronzebeard and Lindy got out of the car to negotiate, and the female guard who was said to be one step away from the elite level put her hand on the hilt of her sword.

Annan watches the goblins from behind a window.It has dark green skin, its height is about the same as that of a kobold, not more than one meter, and its body structure is closer to that of a human.There is also a goblin behind the tree, holding a book.

There was no dispute or fight. Soluman Bronzebeard returned to the carriage and said: "There are very few goblins who can speak the common language, and even fewer goblins who don't take the initiative to attack." Lindy said, "We don't need to go through the goblin lair."

Although the meaning is the same, the thinking behind it is different - the former doesn't want a fight, the latter doesn't think it needs to be fought.

This made Soluman Bronzebeard a lot duller when he got into the car - so the emotions were hidden in the thick tan beard.What made Annan notice the details was that the female dwarf didn't touch the flagon for several 10 minutes.

"Soluman Bronzebeard... Ma'am." Annan felt that it was awkward to address a dwarf like that. "What did you want to tell me in the tavern?"

Just as the dwarf was about to deny it, she saw Annan's serious expression.

"...dwarves keep their secrets."

"Even if you don't tell me now, Mr. Fast will tell me when I go back."

"Okay...but don't tell Fast that I told you."

Soluman Bronzebeard really wanted to confide:

Soluman Bronzebeard and Fast and the Bard were once members of a secret society.

This association has a lofty idea in Annan's view: it is committed to the coexistence of various races, to resolve conflicts, and to eliminate disputes.

But this is heresy in the eyes of most races.Let the elves and dwarves shake hands and make peace?You better do it.Undead are the best workers?It sounds interesting.Orcs can become docile?nice idea.Are there good camps among demons?do you know what you're talking aboutRatmen can be the best companions... who will drag this heretic out?
At first they did well, the four basic races of humans, elves, orcs, and dwarves, lizardmen, kobolds, tauren, druids, and even demons, zerg, ratmen, and greenskins... Only one in [-] of this kind of freak is also a terrifying number.

The members of the association expanded rapidly, and the atmosphere was enjoyable.All ethnic groups outside are fighting and hating each other, they help each other and coexist in unity.

However, as time went by, the unity bonded by ideas began to crack, and then came the second stage:
I against my brother, me and my brother against my cousin, me and my brother and my cousin united against the others.

All races cling to each other because of closeness and exclude other ethnic groups. Humans call orcs barbarians, and orcs call humans monkeys.The elves say dwarves are mudbloods.The dwarves say that the elves are bamboo sticks.

The irreparable cracks gradually widened, and finally collapsed, leaving only members who had lost their ideals scattered everywhere.

"We don't tell you because of your mysterious origin..."

Annan really couldn't tell them the truth.

He did like the idea of ​​the association though, and regretted their failure.It's just that this kind of lofty ideal is not something that a little warlock can participate in.

As if to confirm what the female dwarves said, in the evening, they encountered a group of bandits-each group was not only cruel to other races, but also to their own kind.

There was a hideous scar on the face of the bandit leader, extending from the top of his hairless head to his chin, like a split face.

Horrific scars, there is definitely a past of battle, pain and death, but the meaning is quickly lost.

Without the dwarf jumping out of the carriage, Lindy's female guard solved everything.

And as he got closer to Breeze City, he no longer encountered episodes.

In the early morning of the next day, Annan lifted the blanket and sat up, looked out of the window as usual, and saw a stretch of snow-capped mountains as if feeling the cold wind blowing on his face.

The vast forest stretches at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, and at the end of the straight and spacious road, there is a magnificent and vast city.

(End of this chapter)