Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 77 Sad and sad, like that

It was noon and the sun was shining.

A few thief-headed vultures swept across the rocky Raging Wave Mountains, gliding through the low sky, casting their ominous shadows on the desolate wilderness of the Soul Splitting Land.

Soon, they followed a few running hyenas and found their foraging spot.

It was not far from the foot of the Nuts Mountains, a piece of land with a strange dark red color, like a very discordant black spot growing on the skin of the wasteland made of pale yellow sand.

The vultures fluttered down, following the smell of carrion and rotting flesh.

So, they were good at finding the hazel eyes of death, and they did find it.

The dull color of that piece of land is not naturally generated, but precipitated by the combined action of blood and flames—on this piece of dark sandy soil, there are hundreds of twisted, broken, and dirty human corpses It is crisscrossed, like Picasso's famous painting "Guernica", which constitutes a projection of hell on the world.

The weeds that used to grow on this land have been burned and carbonized by the fire of war, and now they are more like dark and brittle fingers sticking out from the depths of hell, shivering in the early winter wind, as if at any time All will be scattered as slag with the wind.

On the edge of the mass grave, there are also the remains of several trucks: the horses pulling the carts and the goods on the carts have long since disappeared.

On the empty carriage, stood a few vultures who had come one step ahead—judging from their bulging belly, it was obvious that they had enjoyed a feast of carrion among these unburied human corpses.

But this land full of death and disaster is not without human breath.

Two thin figures walked among the corpses.

These are two yellow-faced and skinny children. The boy is sixteen or seventeen years old, and the girl is a little younger. They seem to be a pair of siblings.

Under the watchful eyes of the vultures, they checked the corpses on the ground one by one - the boy among the siblings, peeled off pieces of clothes that were not seriously damaged from the corpse, and handed them over to the younger sister, who then packed his collection with the results. into a cloth bag.

Occasionally, they would also find a few copper coins from the corpse, or some precious objects worth a little money, and at this time, the faces of the brothers and sisters would be filled with cheerful expressions.

For the two children walking through the corpses, the vultures on the wasteland just twisted their necks to look at them, but had no other reaction, and focused on their foraging;

The vultures are pecking at the eyes of the dead, and the children are collecting the relics of the dead;
In this wasteland where every creature is doing its best to survive, there seems to be no difference between humans and vultures.

A distant sound of hooves broke the peace of this mass grave.

The vultures standing on the corpse and the wreckage of the truck suddenly startled and fluttered, like a large dark cloud;
The hyenas cruising around the mass graves, when they heard the sound of horses' hooves, looked back a little reluctantly, and fled with their tails between their tails;
The brothers and sisters, who were concentrating on collecting belongings from the corpses, were not as sensitive as the animals. Therefore, when the loud sound of horse hooves entered their eardrums, the three knights had already driven their horses to the edge of the mass grave. .

The boy hurriedly bounced from the corpses, grabbed his sister's hand, and fled in panic to the other side of the mass grave; the little girl struggled to follow in her brother's footsteps, but her little hand was still tightly clutching the trophy "The cloth bag, did not dare to loosen it at all.

The pair of children stumbled away through the corpses, and finally, in the eyes of the three knights, they shrank into two vague shadows on the wasteland.

Xia Houyan held the reins in his hand, looked at the children who escaped, and then looked at the mass grave in front of him, with a complicated expression.

To his left and right are Alice Comstock and Clement.

It was this morning that the three of the Igor family came from Frost Maple Ridge to investigate on the spot where the two gangs of thieves were fighting, in order to confirm the credibility of Rocky's intelligence.

Death Knight Clement, like Lord Lord, stared at the two escaped children for a long time, and sighed:

"At such a young age, he became a corpse hunter..."

Xia Houyan was somewhat impressed by the word "corpse searcher": in the past war-torn years, the empire often fought large-scale wars with demons and orcs. The corpses were searched for equipment and property to make a living.

For the Rider of Thorns who lived 800 years ago, the concept of "corpse hunter" is obviously very familiar.

What Xiahouyan did not expect was that although this traditional occupation had disappeared in the interior of the empire, it was still preserved in the savage southern wasteland.

"Is it enough for them to survive by looting corpses?" Alice looked at the two children with obvious maternal pity.

"I don't think it's enough." Clement, who had recently made up for the Empire's history by chatting with the people, shrugged, "There are far fewer wars now than in our days, and although there are frequent occurrences in the wasteland Looting and firefighting, but it should not be every day that there are corpses that can be looted - what's more, I don't think there are any valuables on these corpses, they must have been cleaned up by the bandits."

Xiahou Yan was silent, and the two warriors beside him also stopped talking.

No one was going to discuss the authenticity of Rocky's intelligence, because on the wreckage of the carriages next to it, the huge golden goshawk coat of arms painted with paint was the best proof of the identity of the many dead in this mass grave.

However, Xia Houyan still climbed off the horse, walked to the corpse in person, and checked the clothes of the deceased with a crowbar.

As Rocky said, the deceased here are divided into two categories: those with more messy clothes and clothes should be Igor's people in Katarina's team; Obviously, it was the bandits who belonged to the same cottage and died in the firefight.

It stands to reason that another gang of bandits involved in the exchange of fire must also have been killed or injured, but Xia Houyan did not find their bodies nearby: Obviously, after the victory, this band of bandits was very loyal to bring back the bodies of their companions. Buried.

Standing among the corpses, standing on the ground soaked with blood, smelling the disgusting smell of carrion in the air, Xia Houyan felt dizzy.

Different from the simple sense of fear brought by facing the corpse tide in the infected area, what is now permeating around him is an extremely thick, like a real death breath.

Even though the two lifetimes were human and their minds were far superior to ordinary people, Xia Houyan could not help but feel a strong nausea and nausea.

Someone took his arm lightly.

Xia Houyan turned his head and saw Alice's wet eyes and her slightly trembling red lips.

"It's Uncle Otto..." The female swordsman stretched out her right hand with some difficulty, pointed to the corpse of an Igor resident not far away, and whispered, "He... he was my neighbor before, and he often had sex with him. My dad is drinking."

Xia Houyan stared at the corpse for a while.

The cheeks of the corpse have been pecked in half by the vultures, and an eyeball has disappeared. The abdomen of the corpse has been opened with a huge gap, and there are no internal organs.

Like all the corpses on this battlefield site, it had been put on hold for too long after its death, it had long since been destroyed by its own corruption and foraging animals, and could not be resurrected at all.

"So, Rocky's information is credible, there's nothing to see here..." Clement stood behind the two and reminded the lord in a low voice, "Sir, let's go back to the camp."

The death knight's voice was unexpectedly soft and steady - this Thorn Knight 800 years ago was obviously more adaptable to the cruelty of death than the lord and Alice.

"No, I won't go back yet." Xia Houyan took a deep breath and forced himself to look away from the corpse, "Clement, do you remember what Rocky said, where is the bandit's camp? ?"

(End of this chapter)