It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Although he didn't participate in the conversation between Ling and Hyde, Fitili seemed to understand something, and took a step back without explaining.

Chapter 51 Wilderness

Hundreds of kilometers north of Balan Village, a slightly larger town appeared on the desolate plain.

There are probably dozens of houses made of iron sheets, wood or crushed stones, with air leakage everywhere.But despite this, these barely considered complete buildings can already be called quite luxurious compared to Balan Village.

The town was called Aphra, a word that means dust in ancient Hebrew.

There are hospitals, shops, and even a small tavern within the town of Afra.

The influence of the Forest of Silence on the climate diminishes with its range. When the distance is more than fifty kilometers, the snow has completely disappeared, exposing the strange black soil.

There are countless dangers hidden in the wilderness, refugees and thugs who may turn into robbers at any time, man-eating monsters of many types that cannot be counted, tiny insects that are invisible in the air, and even in a sense, they may be bigger than A Wendigo is even more dangerous.

Mosquitoes are ubiquitous and, whether toxins or not, they are favored vectors of disease and plague.

As for the plants... Most of the plants that can thrive in this environment have more than one corpse buried under them.

In the only bar within a radius of nearly a hundred kilometers, Walkley ordered a glass of blood cocktail. This popular drink in the wilderness is made from the fruit of Isaiah, mixed with one-third of wilderness creatures. Neck bleeding, color and texture looks like spoiled tomato juice.

In this place where food is very scarce, not everyone can afford alcohol.Most of the patrons of the bar are the big names in the town, or the desperate hunters who are willing to risk themselves into the wilderness.

The former is more than capable of having fun, while the latter is a different story.

If the hunters can come back from the wilderness alive, their harvest will be astonishing enough, and they don't need to care about a few cups of luxury goods, and if they don't come back-then what's the use of keeping money?

Walkley's identity belongs to the latter. The day before yesterday, he cooperated with a few partners to sweep up several gangs of wandering mobs and robbed a large amount of supplies.

There are all kinds of currencies in the land of Nod, and several large gathering places have their own currencies, but that kind of thing will only be recognized within their sphere of influence.Except for the silver and platinum coins of Enoch, the so-called money is mostly a pile of waste paper.

So under normal circumstances, people in every gathering place would welcome bartering.

Walkley pressed two bullets onto the tray and took a crude wooden wine glass from the waitress.

Before the girl left, he suddenly stretched out his hand and squeezed the girl's ass hard.It was a young girl with freckles on her face, slightly darker skin but youthful vigor. Although it was very painful to be pinched, she only let out a half-scream and suppressed her voice back into her throat.

The relationship between the waitresses in this bar and the shop owner is not a common employment relationship outside, they are just the private property of the boss himself, that is, the so-called slaves.

In Nod, it was legal to own slaves, and their source may have been children sold off by their parents, or they may have been trophies captured when the mob was cleared.

Even if they killed them, the guest only needed to pay the host part of the compensation according to the price, and generally speaking, an ordinary slave would probably not be worth more than a glass of wine and blood cocktail.

After getting used to the pain, she no longer resisted, but excitedly put most of her body on Walkley's body.

The waitress had clearly seen desire on the stubble-faced thick man's face just now. The man looked rich and powerful. If Walkley was willing to buy her, his future life might become safer.

Although this man seems to have a penchant for violence, he is much better than the bar owner in any case.

Bill, the owner of this bar, is an old dirty blood, a pariah without a clan.But even so, an old man who won't die easily and has superb marksmanship is enough to gain prestige in the town. As Afra's only dirty blood, Bill's slightly red eyes can make many people feel bad. The thought was brought back to the stomach.

The old man was leaning back behind the bar with a sullen face, not because Walkley was messing with his slave, in fact, he kept that expression for most of the day.

On the side of his face covered with age spots and wrinkles, a bunch of grape-like purple-black polyps squeezed Bill's left eye into a line that couldn't be opened.

He was already very old, and it was even difficult for him to suppress the curse of the filthy blood from his blood. According to this situation, even if Cain gave grace, Bill would not have a few years to live.

As he aged, the temper of this filthy blood became more and more weird. He had killed his slaves on the bed more than once, instead of sucking blood with his fangs, but biting half of their necks and chewing their flesh like a wild dog. Trachea and neck bones.

The girl didn't know when this kind of disaster would befall her, but even so, running away was not within her consideration.

First of all, it is impossible for an unarmed girl to cross the wilderness into the next gathering place, and those dangerous monsters may tear her apart at any time.Even if monsters are not considered, the residents of the gathering place will hunt down the escaped slaves in order to maintain order. As long as she is caught, she will become a public plaything of the whole gathering place until she dies tragically.

At this time, a young man who was also dressed as a hunter quickly walked up to Walkley and whispered something.

The man who looked very rude was pondering for a few seconds, and he quickly glanced at Old Bill who was sitting on the bar.The old man half-closed his eyes as if he was dozing off, as if he didn't know anything.

After confirming this, Walkley cursed the old fox inwardly. He took a big gulp of the bloody cocktail before shaking his head and said:

"I didn't hear anything, just pretend you haven't seen me."

"Why? There are many women and children among those outsiders, and they look very wealthy."

The young man looked at the most experienced hunter in the town with a puzzled face. Walkley was obviously not a good guy. When hunting refugees, this big guy always rushed to the front and put the big-caliber pistol on the opponent's forehead. shot.

"If you want to go, go by yourself. I have other things to do—what am I going to do? Yes, that one is you, little guy."

As he spoke, he picked up the waitress beside him, laughing at the feigned struggle of the other party, and led her to the back of the bar.

Walkley sneered psychologically with disdain. A team of women and children could cross the wilderness overnight and arrive at the town of Afra. This kind of people is obviously not something they can deal with.

But even so, he didn't mind seeing people with no brains going up to die.In the wilderness, only the wise can go further.

Chapter 52 Gathering Places

When the town of Afra appeared not far ahead, Lucien heaved a sigh of relief and put away the map.The map transcribed by Ayla is obviously much more accurate after Nosferatu's modification, at least it is no longer a Wendigo-style hunting map.

The man's face was a little pale, and his curly brown hair, mixed with sweat and dust, was limply attached to his forehead.The dark purple woolen hunting suit had been completely torn into rags, mixed with blood, gunpowder and soil, stuck together in pieces.

His lips were an unhealthy purple-black color, and there were two thick bags under his bloodshot eyeballs.

Calculated from the departure of the mission, they have already traveled for seventeen hours.During the journey of more than one hundred kilometers, they encountered mob attacks six times. Rather than being human beings, those wilderness people who absorbed pollution for a long time looked more like strange humanoid monsters.

The skin covered with large black spots is as rough as a river bed covered with gravel. There are more or less strangely shaped and mutated tissues growing on their bodies, such as the obviously wrong number of facial features, out-of-the-ordinary sarcoma and Polyps, and even some alienated new organs of unknown purpose.

The thugs on the wasteland were like groups of hyenas that smelled rancid. Apart from planning to loot supplies, Lucien guessed with some grounds that these people's bottom line for food types was not too high, and some of them were alienated into mild-mannered people. Diego is only a matter of time.

But it is worth mentioning that their mutation directions are not exactly the same, perhaps because there are certain differences between the curses of different lands, and they may also become completely different monsters.

The thugs have all kinds of weapons, apart from some soil guns, they are also hunting tools that can be seen everywhere.

Mobs often attack without warning, hiding behind bushes or mounds because they carry a cursed aura similar to the earth, so it is difficult to be discovered in advance.

But despite this, ordinary firearms can hardly cause any substantial damage to elite wizards. Compared with these wild people, those wild beasts living in this land are more worthy of fear.

A flock of crows with a wingspan of more than five feet wandered around every corner of the black land. Hyde had reason to think that this kind of thing, whose body was more than three times larger than that of its kind, with scale-like skin and horny growths under its feathers, should no longer be considered a crow.

The palm-sized mosquito has a long curly mouth, which can reach fifty centimeters in length when fully stretched, enough to pierce through robes and any leather armor.

Every beast in the wilderness is filled with poison and curse, and every insignificant injury they cause will fester and worsen within the next hour.

During the first eight hours of the journey, two more frail waiters stayed forever on the black land of Nod.

The patience of the envoys was exhausted bit by bit. They did not hold back the mob who charged the team for the last time. The foehn wind, which was formed by the fire and the storm, tore more than 20 people into ashes and charred skeletons in an instant.

Hyde just stood silently on top of the carriage in the middle of the team, acquiescing to the result.Most of his magic power has been consumed in the previous attacks and dealing with wild beasts, and he is unable to use spiritual hints on this huge group of refugees.

Ella briefly regained some consciousness during the trip. When she woke up, she was afraid to look directly into Ling's eyes.

After leaving some short messages, her consciousness became heavy again and fell into a deep sleep like self-protection.

In the closed carriage, only Ling and Haide heard what she said.

"That's someone's right eye."

It is someone, not God.

This was the information Hyde got from this sentence, and Ella helped him rule out the hypothesis about Hermes.As for the right eye... the young man frowned in distress, unable to confirm anything more from it for the moment.

There are subtle differences in the scenes seen by the left eye and the right eye of a person. In mysticism, the left eye and the right eye of gods may have different powers, but in the end, they are just untested legends. .

Ling just sat quietly on one side of the carriage. She had almost forgotten the content of the message that Hyde was thinking about. Her mind was now filled with Ella's apology before she fell asleep.

"sorry."

This is a somewhat terse apology for this state of affairs.She put her elbows on her knees, rested her chin in her hands and sighed softly.

Ling just silently kept her eyes on the girl's sleeping face. For some reason, she still couldn't resent Ella like this.

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When the time exceeded fifteen hours, most of the members of the mission seemed embarrassed and tired.The continuous high-intensity vigilance and fighting tormented everyone's nerves, and the only ones who looked relaxed were the two filthy bloods and Val Farminie who was doing nothing in the carriage.

After passing through a dangerous swamp, there was finally a shadow of the building complex in front of my eyes.

"Is this the town of Afra you were talking about?"

Although he looked very embarrassed, Lucien's back was straight, and he had been walking at the front of the team since before departure.As a guy whose magic level is lower than that of a young child, this performance can only be explained by extraordinary willpower.

Unlike the others, the buckshot of the mob was perfectly capable of posing a direct threat to him, and Schiff had to share some of his magic powers to keep him safe.

The person who answered him was Xin Li, a militiaman from Balan Village. After leaving the village, he volunteered to be the guide of the envoy as an apology for his powerlessness.

"Yes, Monsieur Lucien, that is the town of Avra."

Shinley replied confidently.

Not far ahead is a sentry tower with a height of seven or eight meters. The thick wooden fence and well-defended fortifications are rare in the wilderness.

There are a large number of refugees wandering in the wilderness, and some of them will find a relatively rich place to settle down and form new villages and gathering places.And most of them are hyena-like thugs, which is what they call themselves.

No matter how many people die, these people will always spring up like mushrooms after rain, and more and more.

In order to resist the attacks of the mob, except for the agents sent by the city of Enoch, a gathering point of the size of Aphra would generally build strong fortifications.

A sentry post of this height can cover a range of more than 150 meters for bows and arrows or muskets. Afra has at least 50 elite fighters, and it is impossible for a mob of mobs to break through its defenses.

The size of the envoys was obviously larger than that of ordinary refugees, not to mention that although they looked embarrassed due to fighting and trekking, the costumes of the members of the envoys were clearly different from ordinary wilderness people at a glance.

There are occasional merchants and mercenaries coming and going between different gathering places, so their arrival did not cause too much disturbance.

Of course, this so-called stability is also based on wilderness -

Chapter 53 Fools and Wise Men

When the envoys entered the range of the sentry tower in Afra Town, two guards greeted them.This strange-looking team attracted some of their attention, but the guards were not as surprised as they appeared.

After one of the missions, like the captain, confirmed the Enoch-authenticated pass issued from Nosferatu, the gunmen on the sentry tower put their guns down and put away their guard.

Although Balaam was only a small gathering place, Nosferatu was indeed a representative sent by Enoch. The certificate he issued was enough to guarantee the regular origin of the team, rather than dangerous strangers wandering in the wilderness.