A strange world

Chapter 1280 Section 202. New Victims

At first, Joan was not used to this wild life.

It is 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. The city has convenient and sufficient supplies, and goods from all over the world are placed on shelves and carpets.

But in the wild, Joan can only find them by herself. There are no shelves to produce oil lamps, oven-baked bread, and firewood chopped into suitable shapes.

Fortunately, Joan is not a real imperial princess, and she quickly adapted to the days of self-reliance.

At least, Joan, who has a giant dragon lying beside her, does not have to worry about her safety like before.

Ilimoyas does not always sleep. She occasionally goes out late at night and catches a few gnolls or dog-headed men when she comes back - most of the time they are alive.

Ilimoyas 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 shared a piece of chest meat that had no features.

I have to say that the meat of gnolls is really tough, and the meat of kobolds is really dog...very sour.

As for the depletion of gold mines in the Broken Mountains... it was not difficult for Ilimoyas, because dragons are born with the ability to sense treasures, and she can clearly "see" which veins still have unexplored gold mines.

Wanderers also have such abilities - they know that a terrible existence has come to a mountain, and they all avoid it.

Joan can therefore relax freely in the mountains and collect without worrying about being besieged by wanderers.

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

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

However, after knowing that it was the place where the jackals excreted, Joan never went there again...

After washing her face and hands in front of the cold and clear stream, Joan blew on her frozen red hands, looked up into the distance, and suddenly froze there.

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 on horseback.

Luo Fei, who had been sticking to Annan since the start, came over: "Who is thinking about you?"

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

Annan didn't believe it. If someone thought about him and made him 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 dragon in the early morning.

Everyone was covered with crystal dew, wet and cold.

Skeeter lit a torch at this time and came to Annan to bring the firelight and warmth.

"Thank you..."

The wizard robe is warm, but Annan smiled with a slightly red nose.

"You are too polite."

"Huh..."

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

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

Annan activated the cleansing spell to make his body look brand new, and as the sun rose, his body gradually warmed up.

The fading morning mist also revealed the scenery in the distance - a winding black smoke rose 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!"

Captain Ryan rushed out first.

The rest of the mercenary group followed closely behind, raising a cloud of dust and rushing to the place where the black smoke was rising.

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

The scorched village was quiet, except for the panting of the warhorse, there was no other sound.

"Nameless, Sean, go into the village to search for survivors!"

Captain Ryan instantly switched back to the posture of a leader and asked the mage to bless him.

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

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

"Don't kill me... Don't kill me..." The villager seemed to be terribly scared, huddled up and trembling.

The mage cast a healing spell on him, which gradually eased the villager's emotions.

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

At this time, the identity of a Paladin is more useful than a mercenary group.

"Paladin...Evil Dragon...It's an 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 and didn't dare to come out. I ran out at dawn..."

At this time, another ranger came back.

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

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

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

Annan watched everything and felt something was wrong.

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

Annan was very sure of that.

Since it was not Ilimoyas who committed the massacre, then who massacred the village and threw dirty water on Ilimoyas? It is worth pondering...

Questioning out loud? Looking at the indignant look of the Osculus Mercenary Group, it is easy to arouse resentment.

Annan simply pretended to be a young noble who was ignorant of the world and asked: "Why was the village burned? Wasn't that evil dragon a blue dragon? I remember that red dragons like to use fire..."

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

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

Annan did not speak, and looked at the villagers thoughtfully.

In addition to timidity and tension, the emotions he exuded continuously also included... 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 were selling slaves at the market."

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

Annan didn't 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.