Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

This featherless steel arrow dropped from the sky and exploded into the bank between the two pools. It was extremely steady and accurate, without any vibration at all.

But wherever it passed through, the strong wind it carried alone plowed out a terrifying deep pit.

The drifters were startled.

Some people raised their hands above their heads and were about to kneel down - even though they didn't know what they had done wrong, they had to beg the big man who could shoot such an arrow to admit his mistake and spare his life.

"The one ahead is a poison pool."

At this moment, a faint female voice came from their side.

Many drifters, including the old man surnamed Li, looked back and saw a petite figure emerging from a pond several deep pits away from them, and then climbing onto the shore step by step.

Bo was soaking wet.

Her hair was stuck to her sides, but her eyes were bright and dreamy... and the water dripping from her clothes was a little turbid, but it was normal lake water.

behind her.

Follow a livestock caravan swimming across the river.

The Chamber of Commerce on the distant shore did not have any special feeling. In their eyes, the previous path was just wading through the lake that the drifters had already tried.

She simply changed direction before entering the exposed poison pool.

So naturally everything goes smoothly.

In fact, everyone was watching the actions of this group of drifters and also wanted to use them to explore the way.

If this wasn't the territory of the Tech Hunters, where force isn't an option, someone would have already ordered the drifters to split into countless small teams in groups of two or three, and test out every potential poison pool one by one like stepping on a mine.

Therefore, when he saw this noble caravan following the drifters, he felt that they were more or less thinking the same thing.

Just a little anxious.

Before the castaways could fully ascertain the situation.

However, as if to confirm what Bo said, a layer of colorful oil suddenly appeared on the surface of the water that the drifters were just about to step into.

Snapped.

The steel arrow that had fallen from the sky fell backwards and landed in the water, and under the arrow, the hollow sand embankment had already collapsed. Just a tiny force caused a chain reaction, causing gravel and rocks deep underwater to roll to the bottom of the lake, stirring up the settled pollutants, which were then noticed by people.

The castaways were stunned by the woman's foresight and her superb archery skills.

They looked at each other.

However, being able to point out a poison pool is not a big deal. The key is where to go. Among the drifters on the shore, some weak people have already begun to tremble.

This is the difficulty of wading in the depression lagoon.

If there were only a few bodies of water, they could still find a way to throw stones to ask for directions in advance, or simply send a representative to swim across and see how it goes.

Whether it is some undercurrent or the water itself is polluted.

Only one or two people will be harmed.

However, the water bodies in front of them are densely packed and continuous, separated only by sandbanks that can only accommodate temporary standing water and may collapse at any time... It is destined that once the wait begins, the swimmers will have to stay on the shore nearly three times longer, getting wet. Hypothermia and the subsequent influenza will become more deadly killers, so they can only make a quick decision.

In comparison, even if everyone wades into the poison pool, it will not be fatal immediately.

As for possible hidden diseases.

That is not a luxury that people like them whose lives are fragile as paper need to consider.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Li wiped his face and wiped off the dirt that had been stained on him: "Thank you for your advice..."

He looked carefully and indeed found all the signs before the poison pool was exposed.

Just pretty hidden.

Of course, it is easy to distinguish those ponds with black oil floating on the water surface, but to recognize such alternative hidden poison pools with unknown pollutants...sometimes even some lake town hunters today cannot do it.

And it is necessary to test it with instrument test paper in advance.

The old man didn't know how the girl from the foreign caravan recognized them, but he had his own idea: these people probably needed their help to explore the way, so they came to establish a relationship with them.

In the past, he himself had done a lot.

Both parties have become accustomed to such a relationship.

If you take the initiative in everything, you won't end up in a situation where the big shots have to take action and you'll lose face.

The old man had already found the next body of water to dive into. This time he was sure that it must be healthy and safe water, but there might be undercurrents at the bottom of the vortex or dangers such as insects and snakes that might exist in other wetlands.

But just as he was about to go into the water.

But then I heard a splash - in the distance, the girl across the sandbank tied her hair up again and jumped straight into the water again.

Where the water splashes.

It happened to be the target he chose.

In less than a moment, across several hundred meters of water, Bo emerged from the undercurrent again and gestured "safe" to the back.

By this time, she had completely surpassed the drifters.

"They are..." The merchants on the distant shore also gradually discovered the clues, "are they clearing the way?"

I saw that, following the guidance of Bo.

The pack animal caravan behind her did not carefully climb up the silt dam, make some corrections, and wait until they found the next 'road' before setting off again.

The leader's camel followed closely behind, and under the drive of Cone, it directly hit the embankment. Its strong body broke through the mud and sand that separated the two waters like a plow, and the muddy water poured out.

The waterway they walked through.

Connected as one.

The pack animals at the rear, carrying the caravan members, followed without stopping.

In this way, as long as Bo took the wrong path once, the water in the poison pool would pour out and pollute all the waterways that had been opened before - but both she herself and the person who entrusted her to go forward had absolute confidence in her.

In fact, Bo didn't miss it either.

"This is... what the hunters in Lake Town do." A businessman who often travels to the lagoon in the depression recognized it.

He didn't mean that Bo was a technology hunter from Lake Town, but he saw a sense of déjà vu in it.

This is exactly what might happen when the Tech Hunters set out from Lake Town to pick up the Chamber of Commerce and drifters - they would drive a leather-covered iron boat, test the water quality at the bow in advance, and then ride the wind and waves all the way, directly crushing a waterway.

Direct access to the perimeter.

For technology hunters, they don't need to swim, but they also need to prevent the water from the poison pool from polluting the inner city along the ship's route.

That is where everyone lives.

As for whether outsiders will swim directly along the waterway that has been proven to be safe, or pay a sum of Kai coins to take the ferry, that is not the key issue they care about.

Occasionally, merchants would see leaders who did not rely on instruments but on their own water ability and eyesight to identify the poison pool in front of them - because they skipped the process of testing and waiting for the analysis results, sometimes they were more efficient in clearing the way. However, there were only a very small number of people who were able to do so. Even among the technology hunters, they had to be good hunters who grew up in such an environment and had acquired rich experience.

"Still, still... what are you standing there for." Shi Cha lay on a hunchback, his lips purple and trembling, "Hurry up and catch up!"

Instead he shouted to the crowd of drifters passing by.

This small nobleman from Kaiton City used to wait obediently for the Lake Town Hunters to come out and lead the way and take the ferry when traveling to the Lagoon... Who would have thought that there would be a day when he would have to clear the way for others?
If it weren’t for the camel that was good at water transport.

It is extremely cold in autumn and winter, so cold that you can freeze to death.

Su Cheng on the side was in much better condition. Although as an inland person from the North United City, he was not a good swimmer and had to be pulled by pack animals to cross the water - and if the commander had not reminded him, he would have almost forgotten to take off his heavy armor. He was really inexperienced.

But the cold couldn't do anything to him.

However, at this moment, Su Cheng looked at the small splash in the front of the team and seemed to be thinking about something.

Not to mention the vague sense of déjà vu he had foreboding about that lady... He roughly understood the other party's strength, and he also knew that for those at their level or even above, the body's resistance to such impurities was already quite strong.

The drifters had to explore the way at the cost of their health and even safety. Even if Bo had no ability to identify poison pools, if she took a wrong step, it wouldn't actually cause much harm, at most it would just make her a little disgusted.

but.

Su Cheng knew very well that strong people of their level would not do such a thing... At least as a warrior, he himself had never seen a precedent in the past.

It is like there are always people dying of hunger in the world, but there is definitely another group of people who, because of their greed for food and fear of losing their figure, eat delicious food and then dig their throats to spit out everything, so they can enjoy unlimited pleasure.

So do they.

Su Cheng thought that as a warrior, he had to risk his noble body being contaminated by filth and humiliated to clear the way for the untouchables... It was something completely unreasonable and unimaginable.

It's not that he's arrogant.

But this is the environment in which we have lived all along. Such rules and dogmas are everywhere, like air and water. No one will question them, and no one will take the initiative to offend them.

Take it for granted.

If Su Cheng was the lower-ranking person, he would do the same and agree with it from the bottom of his heart.

If I have such a status, but I still cannot be superior to others...then what do I need this status for?
Although the scene before him was just a small matter, when thinking about his own experience, it was the subtleties that touched Su Cheng.

Could it be that there are people in the world who would make a different choice?
"Keep up!"

The ones who spoke were not the drifters, but the merchants who had been watching from the distant shore - the former had already followed the caravan that had led the way.

Bo even prepared a long rope like a tail on several idle pack animals, so that if there were any drifters who were exhausted, they could grab the rope for support.

Their original plan was to forge ahead on their own without waiting for the Lake Town hunters to pick them up.

But just like the conversation between Lu Meng and Bo: seeing the difficulties faced by these ordinary drifters, she couldn't help but step forward to help...but it was her own "selfish" desire as an anti-slavery activist.

For Lu Meng.

Anyway, it won’t hinder the caravan.

Then he has no objection.

At this point, the merchants wandering on the shore discovered that the previous caravan had not only surpassed the castaways at some point and was leading the way, but was also going further and further away.

With the leadership of Bo, the hunter from Yuanhu Town, their progress was astonishingly fast.

It's impossible to react at all.

What's more, even if most of the traveling merchants were not in a mood to watch the joke, most of them were just watching, thinking that the other party would soon run into trouble and return.

Some people have even set up camp.

Prepare to spend the night here.

Now it was sunset, and the swimming crowd turned into small dots and gradually disappeared into the horizon. The waterway that had been opened had no sewage backflow, so it was probably a success... The merchants began to panic.

Some were fighting for the remaining ferry boats, while others, who had pack animals in the caravan, followed suit and swam across; in short, it was a complete chaos.

Available from the beginning.

No one noticed, except the castaways and the animal caravan.

There is another figure.

He was wearing a bamboo hat and long robe, and was leading a big dog with bones all over his body... He did not enter the water, but just walked on the dangerous and narrow sandbank.

Avoid the pools.

Walk steadily and leisurely in the garden.

He obviously didn't hide it.

But the eyes of others seemed not to fall on him at all, and they just ignored him so easily.

Logically speaking, the extra distance would be no less than going around the entire depression lagoon, but the man's speed did not slow down at all, and he soon entered the depths of the Thousand Lakes.

Lu Meng's clothes rose and fell, revealing the masterpiece-level Old World crossbow at his waist - it was he who had just shot the arrow.

The sun sets at dusk and the twin moons rise.

Looking around, the red clouds and the shadows of the dark night were intertwining. The thousands of pools and lakes on the ground were like a gem mirror that was split into pieces, reflecting the scenery of the sky and the earth.

Lu Meng in the center looked up again to sense the sky, then touched the dog's head behind him and said to himself:
"It's almost time..."

Almost at the moment he finished speaking, Xiaogu behind him suddenly turned into a huge white wolf, broke free from the iron collar on his body, and the mane on his neck fluttered violently in the wind.

Like a flag.

The giant beast's stature instantly surpassed the tall Lu Meng. It felt the power of returning, and a great majesty naturally emanated from its body... until Xiaogu saw its own reflection in the water and excitedly wagged its tail.

Lu Meng turned over and rode on its back.

The giant white wolf ran wildly, and the sand embankment, which could barely support one man and one wolf, gradually collapsed behind them, stirring up foul-smelling poisonous water, a mixture of clear and turbid water, but not a drop of water fell on Xiaogu's feet and legs.

It leaped over.

The water surface reflects a nimble figure.

Go straight towards the center of Qianhu Lake.

In the towering observatory, a young man with a messy hair seemed to have forgotten that he had a pencil in his mouth, and he used only one finger dipped in ink to write and draw on the paper.

Then he paused.

He looked at the recorded data for a while, then sighed softly:

"Slough Lagoon...it's raining again."

Outside, there was a loud thunder.

(End of this chapter)