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From the sight of the first bush of needle bushes, the heat of the double day and the time they were present at the same time began to diminish - and there was a little dampness in the air, and there was even a light rain one evening when they were camping next to a large group of cacti!

It seems that some invisible force is enveloping the noisy desert, making it the driest and harshest place on the continent, but it also prevents the desert from continuing to expand, which also exists in many parts of the continent, forming all kinds of distinct and distinct regions.

The Golden Trade Route. The winds that blow from the Northland through the brutal wilderness become warmer, bringing rain, and the rocky and sandy landscape is transformed into a nutritious soil by the vast expanse of sleepy forests in the south, and this roughly east-west zigzag strip becomes almost a paradise - a paradise for businessmen, adventurers, and ...... Robber's paradise.

"Keep it up!" Freys's spirits were much better: "We've officially stepped into the Golden Trade Road! Today we can sleep in the Chamber of Commerce's stronghold! Think about it! Warm beds, sweet ales, steaming food, and warm chicks!"

His words caused a burst of laughter from the mercenaries, indeed, although it was still a very barren area, with nothing but a few trees and rocks, the rest of the journey was simply enjoyable - not only could they sleep in the stronghold or town most nights, but they could also sell the smuggled goods brought from the noisy desert eastern country by the way, which was ten times more profitable! This transaction should be easy for a few months...... Enjoy the towns of the Golden Trade Route, live a life of the upper class, and maybe go on some adventures on the edges of the brutal wilderness and sleeping forests to improve your strength and find some hidden treasure......

The whole caravan suddenly became imposing - except for Milia.

"We should be able to leave this caravan, right?" she asked Josson faintly.

"Hmm...... All right. Jossen nodded: "We will rest with the caravan in their stronghold tonight, and I will propose it to Frey tomorrow......"

A fortress made of wood and earth and stone appeared on the horizon in the distance. The members of the caravan jumped for joy, and even the camel beasts purred and purred with their long noses.

Frey had a smile on his face, too, but as he got closer, his face tensed—

"Stop!" called Freys.

What's wrong?, Jossen hurried to the front of the line.

"Why isn't there a sentinel signal?" Fress reached the pergola and squinted his eyes forward, and Josson also noticed that the corner tower of the fort was empty, and if you looked closely, there seemed to be a faint smoke floating out of the fort, not like cooking smoke, and the most nervous thing was that there seemed to be a few black birds hovering in the sky above the stronghold......

"All on alert!" Frey yelled, "Draw your weapons!

Having been rewarded, Jossenmilia and Frey rushed together towards the fortress.

As soon as they stepped through the half-collapsed gate of the fortress, the bristly rats and scavenging crows that were feasting on them scattered like a swarm of flies from a large piece of stinky meat. At a glance, Miria saw the half-purgatory, half-constructed creature called Forty-Seven, wearing a bloodstained cloak, standing on the terrace on the second floor of the main castle. And in the wide courtyard, there were many corpses, and in many places there were charred marks and ashes - from which the faint green smoke drifted out.

Her eyes immediately turned red.

"You-"

But Qiao Sen grabbed her and stopped her sharply: "Don't act rashly!"

"Mr. Merchant, haven't you been dragged to death by these two people?"

Forty-seven leaned on the railing and looked at them condescendingly, his figure and the corpse on the ground combined to form an unusually poignant scene.

"Oh my God...... "What's going on?" said Freys, spreading his hands, "Oh, isn't this Simi, he opened the door last time I came......

The Simi in his mouth was in front of him, his eyes shriveled from dehydration, but he was still staring at him with his eyes wide open, and his lower body was missing.

"Who's doing that! There are thirty heavily armed guards stationed in this stronghold!" Frey looked at a few more corpses and raised his head and shouted.

"Freys, don't you see—" Milia was shocked and angry, "this wicked—"

"That's enough!" Frey said for the first time in a furious mood: "Use your brain! Look closely! These people here have been dead for at least four or five days!"

"Look at this. "Forty-seven threw a stinking corpse into the yard - half to be exact.

Unlike that sami, the top half of the body was missing. But Frey immediately discovered something more special. Compared with humans, the legs of the corpse are too slender, the fabric on the trousers is very rare, and the tattoos are intricate and delicately decorated, as if they are clumps of green leaves, and the boots on the legs are also very delicate and beautiful, the shape and workmanship are almost perfect, and the most peculiar thing is the belt at the waist, which is not so much a belt, but looks more like some kind of vine weaving......

Both Freys and Jossen's faces changed.

"Elves?"

The aftermath was being cleaned up in an orderly manner, the corpses were lined up in the open space in front of the main fort, the soldiers were cleaning the battlefield everywhere, Frey crouched in front of several corpses, observing or thinking about something, and Jossen and Miria stood behind him.

"One, two...... Four, judging by these mutilated corpses, at least four Night Elves died in this battle. Jossen held his chin and put his other hand under his armpit, showing the composure and delicacy of a mature paladin.

"It should be more!" Frese narrowed his eyes and pointed to some other corpses not far away, "The number of people in the stronghold is very different from the number of corpses that can be found, there are not a few women among the corpses, I'm sure many people have been captured, and probably including the companions of these elves." ”

"Enemy, isn't it an elf?" Miria seemed to have come to terms with the fact that the semi-infernal creature was not the murderer, but no one had seen him since he disappeared on the terrace on the second floor of the main castle, and she looked around looking around for traces of the evil creature, so she looked a little absent-minded.

"None of the corpses here died from arrows, and the Night Elves are all good marksmen, so it shouldn't be them who attack the stronghold, and the elves themselves are also victims. Jossen explained before Freys did, and the merchant looked angry and frustrated.

"That's right, they're here to make a deal, look at this guy, I saw him two years ago, but I've forgotten the name. Frey stared at the head of a Night Elf, half of his face had been gnawed away, his eyes had been pecked out, leaving only two empty eye sockets staring blankly at the sky, and he really didn't know what Frey recognized him on.

"Deal?"

"We make deals with everyone, whether mages or elves, as long as it's profitable. This is the closest stronghold to the Sleeping Forest, and it's not surprising that elves come to trade, though they don't come a few times a year. Frey stood up and saw Mann hurrying over.

"I saw Mr. Forty-Seven behind the main fort, and it seems that he had found something!"

Milia frowned.

Forty-seven crouched on the ground, pulling some white ashes in front of him with his fingers, completely indifferent to the visitor.

"Oh, we're meeting again!" Frey smiled reluctantly