The Amber Sword

When Nassin described what had happened at that time, the two of them parked on the side of the road, and several heavy caravans were walking on the avenue by the woods with heavy bones, pressing deep marks in the soft dust ——

The fact is that the wagon is often filled with coffins when the Chevaliers' convoy travels to Tomuro makes it known as the ‘Black Road’ or the 'Path of the Dead'. These scavengers or vultures are frequent visitors on this road, but as they spit on their work, they envy the tinkling gold in their pockets, and they don't see how many tears fall down the road.

These tears are said to fall in the dust of the road, which is why the road will always look so dark, as if it were always after the rain.

On the way back, the cargo on the convoy was Tomorrow's specialty black crystal, a commodity heavily taxed by Rosalind's lord, but still profitable.

“… this may be Rosalind's last few cars of black crystal and will always give us a satisfactory price.” Simmer stared into his own fleet and thought. He risked so much that, as the last cleaner to leave Rosalind on this black road, he did everything to make money, to risk excess, to make excess profit.

He's not a qualified businessman, but he's definitely a bold, meticulous, smelly speculator.

The trip just didn't go well.

That was the trouble they had in the Chusanze River.

As if the journey had been a sign of some anxiety from the outset, the convoy lost a horse as it crossed the Chusanze River, losing a car due to unseasonable flooding downstream. At that time, he saw the coffins swirling in turbulence and not falling under the vortex, swearing in his heart that he had never seen such a violent flood, and that the Chusanze River was never a grumpy river, even during the spring and summer seasons when flooding flooded.

Not to mention in late autumn.

Then they had another strange attack, lucky enough to escape, but two guards died, and the pension would be a lot of money. Though it was a scavenger, no scavenger dared to rely on it. Someone had done so before, and soon the body of the old vulture was thrown outside Rosalind's city wall.

After listening to his description, the middle-aged man did not answer.

He sat on his horse and looked in the direction to the north. The darkness of the night was deepening. The entire eastern sky revealed a light blue purple color. The silver moon Timothy was spreading a head from the mountain in that direction, and the cloud satin floated with silver stars, as if scattered in the mud of the river's bottom.

“It is also the protection of the goddess. Since I rescued the young man who met Mr. Liu, the rest of the way is quiet and peaceful. You must be the messengers sent by the goddess to guide me. ”

After that, I couldn't bear to compliment him.

Dead people are always superstitious about luck, and life and death seem particularly common to them, but they are often subconsciously willing to look for some spiritual support. Elaine, the blind girl who revealed the fate of mortals on the shores of Lake Abyss, is naturally the best explanation for this uncertainty, so the faith of the goddess has always been promising in Rosalind.

Naturally, Sin was no exception, as he spoke, his eyes swept past the foggy dunes in the distance, where he did not see the shadows of the imaginary strangers, which finally relieved him.

……

The convoy arrived very late at night on the Chusanze River.

The river is the natural boundary between Rosalind and the border line, and the winding light that flows along the Rosalin-Grey Field stretches from the Chusanze Heights to the other side of the Strait, where the Rosalind has been breeding since the time of its ancestors.

But it's been twenty or thirty years since the hunters crossed the Chusanze River on a path in the gray wilderness forest, and the river has been given a new meaning since the freaks began to flourish.

- Ever since people discovered the weirdness almost never crossed Rosalind behind the Chusanze River attack.

But even so, since the second star crash, the Weirds have become more aggressive and human beings have had to think ahead of time about retreating. The Lord of Rosalind has built a new city on the other side of the Strait, and if necessary, the Wall of Sighs will have to be abandoned.

Wide rivers appear particularly calm under dark light, reflecting sparkling starlight, as if flooding before the moon were non-existent.

Eyes on the wilderness across the river, the scarce estates and fields on the other side of the forest had long faded, the inhabitants had shrunk to the hills, and militia knights had been formed to patrol the other side of the river.

It's just this time the knights should be long gone.

There are many light beaches downstream of the Chusanze River that can cross the river, but Nashin looked at the sky and understood that he could not make it that night, not to mention the last time he was caught in distress on the beach, so people said they were not willing to cross the river under this visibility.

The camp was quickly erected.

Merchants on this dangerous route will naturally not be harmless traders of humans and animals. The carriage has long been reinforced and several leather shields have been nailed to the walls of the caravan, so long as the curtains are pulled up, a barrier can be formed at any time to rely on the carriage to fight.

Almost everyone in the convoy is armed and capable, not only to prevent strange attacks, but also more black road butchers on this trade route.

Sometimes the same kind is more dangerous than weird.

When travelling in the wild, the scavengers mostly maintain the habit of never soaking alcohol. In fact, the dead are sometimes more devout than the Puritan monks, and only swords can be trusted in the wild, which has always been the motto of these people.

After a circle of carriages, the campfire dragged the shadow of the surrounding sentry chief, who was not on guard the night, but he had not slept for a long time.

On several occasions he did not feel comfortable getting up and measuring the Chusanze River outside. The dark, sunken river seemed empty, but his hunch waved. He had been on the road for decades and had never encountered anything like this.

The last time he got up for a tour, it was late at night, and he checked every node on the outskirts of the carriage before walking back to his camp. But the perspective glimpsed the middle-aged man, whom he called Mr. Liu, holding his sword outside a carriage.

He glanced over there and was familiar with the situation.

There was an oil lamp hanging alone in the carriage.

In the carriage, Phoenix Fire is looking seriously at someone lying on the carriage. Although at her age it is difficult to talk about the opposite sex, she can at least see that this young man is very eye-catching.

He's a different person from them.

Born in Jiufeng, she was born to meet only ordinary Jiufeng people. Although some of these places in Yugang may come from businessmen in St. Osor and Eruin, the elders never allowed them to go to those places. In fact, this was the first time she had left her hometown so far apart from the Jiufeng Forbidden Place.

But when she learned about the outside, she started when she was very young, and the Sisters of the Jiufeng family would always talk about the wonders of the outside world.

This once made her feel a little aspiring, but she didn't expect to come out and experience it, and she found it less beautiful than she thought it would be.

Even a little bored.

By contrast, it would appear that it would be better to repair it in a restricted area. Yufeng's practice is about slimming and cultivating her heart. Her desert wind sword method has not yet been introduced. The memories of painstaking cultivation seem to be rooted in her heart. The sisters always say that she is a little too bored, but she herself does not feel that there is anything wrong with this.

One day she and one of her Phoenix sisters had to carry on the orders of the Jade Phoenix Mage. Since she had gone to the West, she had to assume this responsibility alone, and she had worked to that end since she was a child.

But anyway, she's only 10 years old this year, and she's just a little girl. Perhaps the personality may be a little steady, but there is finally some curiosity in the heart and some goodness in nature.

When the leader of the convoy picked up the young man, it was she who asked Mr. Liu to take care of him, not knowing whether it was because she felt sorry for the young man to be unconscious there alone or because she was curious about the other person's history.

But those in the convoy couldn't take care of people at all. They picked up this young man for a day or two without letting him get wet and eat. She doubted that the leader of the convoy had picked up this young man simply because of his obedience to the teachings of Elaine.

For the doctrine of the Blind Goddess only requires his followers to help each and every person they encounter in distress, but does not describe what happens after help.

She frowned and looked at the young man, speculating in her head about the whereabouts of each other -- she knew the places outside of Nine Phoenix, but most of the descriptions of Eruin and St. Osor were in fact just legends.

The phoenix's eyes fell on this young man's necklace, a very strange necklace, which seemed to be just a regular crystal ball on the surface, but she found that just by pointing the crystal ball at the fire or the moonlight, you could always see some gleaming wonders.

As if it were a piece of soil suspended in the void.

This is definitely worth a lot, and luckily those people out there didn't realize it, and she remembered that this necklace reminded her of some legends about the family.

Legend of the Stagnation Boundary and the Nine Phoenixes -

She wanted to pull her coat over gently and cover the chain. And that's when she heard the conversation coming from outside the carriage.

Outside the carriage, Nashin was looking at the middle-aged man, probably unanticipated that he would suddenly be called.

In his impression, although this Mr. Liu occasionally asks him some questions, most of the time they are two straight lines that do not intersect with each other.

“Mr. Liu? ”

The middle-aged man compared him to a silent gesture, pressed his sword with one hand, pressed his thumb to swallow the pixie, and ‘so’ pulled out the sharp bronze sword.

“Go wake the others. ”

He said.

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