Early in the morning, the sound of birds whispering on the branches of the forest awakened the sleeping Pandelia. She slowly opened her sleepy eyes and felt a strong soreness all over her body.

Taking a cold breath and chewing her silver teeth, Pandillia knew that this was a sequelae of the body's overwhelming and overwhelming burden for many days.

Holding the tree trunk and standing up hard, she glanced at Winnie, who was still sleeping with her eyes closed, moved her steps carefully, and tried to make light moves without disturbing the other party's rest.

But things went against her wishes. Unexpectedly, she had just taken a step and a crisp sound of broken branches under her feet came. Before she could react, Winnie was alert and opened her eyes and looked around.

When she found Pandelia standing still, she lowered her vigilance, reached out and yawned, "Pandilia, it turned out to be you..."

"Sorry, I didn't want to disturb your sleep, but..."

Pandillia sighed, before she finished speaking, Winnie waved her hand and was about to get up and said, "It doesn't matter, this time...oh..."

Halfway through, Winnie suddenly let out a soft cry, her legs became weak, and she sat down to the ground again.

"Winnie, are you okay?"

Pandilia ignored the soreness on her body and quickly squatted down and supported her and said.

"It's okay... it's just that my body hurts so I can't use any strength..." Winnie covered her injured buttocks, and even burst into tears due to the pain in her eyes. "It's all because I'm too careless. For a moment, I forgot the harm caused by exhausted escape these days..."

"Winnie, this is not your fault." Pandillia quickly comforted: "What you need most now is to maintain a good body..."

"Pandilia, I guess your current physical condition should be the same as mine, right?" Winnie squeezed out an ugly smile and said, "So it's not just me who needs to maintain a good body. If even you fall down, who will protect our safety then?"

"At least my body can move. And you can't, otherwise who will solve our food and safety issues?"

As they said that, the gurgling sounds made by the two of them suddenly silenced the atmosphere. After a long time, a burst of silver bell laughter echoed in the deep and quiet forest in the early morning.

Another place at the same time.

Xia Lan slowly walked in a quiet valley in the "snow wind". Countless yellow trees stood on both sides of the mountain, and the shallow rivers under her feet would sometimes flow with fallen leaves floating quietly by the horse's hooves.

"Snow Feng" is the snow-white and divine war horse he plundered Xize. He didn't know what the original name of this horse was, or the horse had never had a name. However, since the horse now belongs to him, he gave it a name at will.

After riding a horse and completely escaped from Bai Xize's threat, Xia Lan's physical condition was a little bad. Even with a strong physique with a superior realm, she could not stand the fatigue of sleepless work for many days. What's more, his body still had the sequelae of using "White Wolf Bloodthirsty" to confront Bai Xize head-on.

Taking the only remaining therapeutic agents to suppress the spread of internal injuries, Xia Lan finally had a brief rest.

His deep eyes covered with bloodshot were half drooping. He looked like he was not sleeping, but his spirit was always tense and alert. When there was a storm, his eyes would immediately exude a strong alert.

When he came to an open gravel flat in the valley, he finally stopped.

After turning over and dismounting the horse and putting the "Snow Wind", Xia Lan came to the river and squatted down. She scooped up the cool and clear river water in a bowl shape and started drinking it. After the thirst in her mouth disappeared, she held the river water and hit her face to wake up her relaxed and sleepy spirit.

After a while, Xia Lan found a big round stone on the river beach and lay down.

The sound of the wind in the valley and the scenery changes.

When the evening fell, Xia Lan slowly opened her eyes, and most of the blood in her eyes had disappeared, and even a bright light was shining in her eyes.

The "Snow Wind" placed not far away was lowering his head and drinking the river water. Perhaps it was the keen intuition of the animals. The moment Xia Lan woke up, the "Snow Wind" turned his head and looked at the new owner in front of it.

Xia Lan waved and "Xuefeng" came to him quite obediently.

Looking at the sky and turning to the distance of the valley where there is no end, Xia Lan didn't know how much time it would take to get out of the valley, but he was sure that he was going to rush tonight again.

He patted the horse's neck and said, "It seems that you will have to work hard again tonight. When I find the village and town, I will definitely let you eat the best feed!"

"Snow Wind" sniffed, as if she understood Xia Lan's words, and the horse's hooves whirled, as if she couldn't hurry to go to the villages and towns.

This interesting look made Xia Lan smile slightly.

He is a person who rarely laughs.

When he was apart from the necessary disguise, he was mostly like a person without expression, which made people feel a natural indifference and alienation.

Not smiling does not mean you won’t laugh.

Although he no longer knows what a real smile looks like.

Perhaps the pulling of facial muscles is an unnecessary waste of physical strength for him.

“The more people I know, the more I like dogs.”

Xia Lan in her previous life once heard this ironic remark.

He was a young man who did not really understand the meaning of this sentence at that time, until he came to this world, until that war, and until the journey of the task guided by the system...

Now, he understands.

But what's the use of understanding?

People have to deal with each other, because you can never avoid this society that belongs to people.

Disguise is a skill, a human being’s natural skill.

Every day, you can see countless people wearing different masks, and you never know the true face of this person under that mask.

Sometimes the expression of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness is not as straightforward as a dog.

At least you know whether it is happy or sad.

Because people's happiness is sometimes a kind of sadness, and sadness is also a kind of happiness.

The unpredictable complexity of human hearts is enough to make you tired and irritable until you are numb.

Then.

You have also become the tired and irritable person in your heart.

In the middle of the night, with the help of the purple moon shining on the earth, Xia Lan rode on the "snow wind" and left the valley behind her. It took another half a day. When the moon sets and sunrises, he came to a desolate town.

There are not many people in the town, and the cold streets and alleys cannot even feel the slightest popularity and lively atmosphere. When we come and go, the people Xia Lan has seen the most are probably soldiers and mercenaries!

When entering a small town where soldiers strictly guarded, Xialan only spent one Sissinian gold coin and was easily passed by. Perhaps in their eyes, Xialan, like many mercenaries here, was a kind of thing that intended to make a fortune through war.

Mercenary, or mercenary.

They are not used with ordinary mercenaries, because all the tasks they take over are from the war.

To give an ugly example, if ordinary mercenaries are domestic dogs, while mercenaries are gluttons in the wild.

Ordinary mercenaries make a living by adventure, while mercenaries make a living by war.

The nature of the two is completely different.

Although ordinary mercenaries nowadays are exposed to some war tasks, the boundary between mercenaries and mercenaries is unclear, but real mercenaries are far from comparable to ordinary mercenaries. They can be easily judged based on the unconscious murderous aura of their bodies.

"Where there are wars, there are mercenaries."

This is the most famous saying circulated in the mercenary world of Elderland.

The war in Sissinia for more than ten years was like a piece of fat fresh meat, which attracted countless mercenaries like wolves and tigers to influx, and the influx of a large number of mercenaries also illustrates the unbearable chaos in Sissinia from another aspect.

It should be clear that mercenaries are never like regular soldiers with strict military laws. Whenever war breaks out and a noble lord breaks through the towns of the hostile lords, the mercenaries often commit crimes of burning, killing, looting and looting among the towns.

They do not have the constraints of military discipline, and even their employers will find it difficult to stop them.

Because this is an unwritten rule between employers and mercenaries.

Mercenaries work hard for employers to seek wealth. If the employer blocks their financial path, the consequences can be imagined.

But the employers could not refuse this rule. Seeing that the hostile lords and nobles around were recruiting mercenaries, how could the lords and nobles who were seriously threatened on their side view it with peace of mind?

So, the endless war disaster began.

The mercenaries in this town are divided into two categories: one is the mercenaries who returned from the war that Earl Heather failed against the Viscount Frante Territory Diorda on the front line, and the other is the new mercenaries who did not participate in the war.

Walking on the simple street paved by the loess, a burst of laughter and scolding came from afar. In such a deserted environment, with such an atmosphere, if nothing unexpected happens, the source of the sound should come from the tavern.

The mercenaries are all a group of people licking blood on the edge of the knife. The horror between life and death of war is like a huge rock pressing against their hearts, so alcohol and women are usually the best channels for them to vent their depression.

No matter how desolate the town is, as long as there is war or tavern, it will become their paradise.

The closer you get to the tavern, the more you can see the drunken hiring and out. One thing in common is that they all have a fearsome and dangerous temperament.

Xia Lan doesn't like trouble, but the mercenaries are just a troublesome group.

Sometimes, they would kill people in the streets and alleys with disagreement, and even acted as if they were unscrupulous after they had killed them.

On the one hand, the desolation of the town can be said to be the influence of war, but on the other hand, it is probably the relationship between these mercenaries.

"What a majestic horse, boy! Stop it..."
Chapter completed!