In the wild jungle, mosquitoes were flying around. A tired old black horse pulled a wooden cart forward slowly. His hooves kept stepping on the wet mud, carving out depressions and holes.
The thin black-haired boy was sitting on the cart with a dull expression.
He was wearing a long light brown coat, leaning against a package made of leather and fabric, and his blue eyes looked a little dull.
The person holding the old black horse was a middle-aged man with a beard and a lazy temperament. He wore leather armor made of tough black leather, and his blue eyes were always alert to his surroundings.
The father and son have one thing in common that is difficult to ignore, that is, there is an extremely clear and complex red mark on the back of the left hand.
The lazy middle-aged man yawned, squinted his eyes and asked, "Byrne, how much money do we have? How far is it from Nasir?"
The black-haired boy lowered his head, stretched out his fingers and counted for a moment, then raised his head and reported in series:
"We have three silver coins left, three hundred and fifty-five copper naels, two days of food and water, and only thirteen hours left to reach Nasir's town."
Byrne's father, Lucius smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed.
One silver coin is equivalent to twenty copper coins, which means that's all our total assets are left.
“Do we have to go to Nasir?”
The black-haired boy Byrne's eyes were full of hesitation. He hesitated for a moment before continuing: "I always feel that we should be more cautious. Father, what if there is some kind of trap waiting for us?"
Lucius was silent for a while and said: "Byrne, you are very smart. You have read books and are smarter than me. But you are too timid."
"And you still don't understand that some fates are unavoidable. Every time we enter the night for a few days, you and I will hear that indescribable whisper in our dreams, and there is no sign of stopping."
"Nasir, there is something extremely great in that town calling us. It is obviously the destiny contained in the blood, and it is impossible to escape forever."
Byrne lowered his head and remained silent, no longer speaking, nor refuting his father's opinions. The old mercenary was well-informed and more authoritative than himself, and he was not good at arguing with others.
The speed of the old horse-drawn carriage was very slow, and darkness gradually fell. Only then did the two of them arrive at the edge of the jungle near Nasir, where ancient trees and green vines intertwined to form an intricate maze.
The night was getting darker, and the carriage stopped in a muddy land with a relatively wide view.
Byrne lit a bonfire to illuminate the surroundings in the silent night. The flames danced, warm and soft, bringing a touch of life to the cold valley in autumn.
The trees were more clearly visible in the firelight. Lucius suddenly put down his hands that were chewing the bread, and suddenly picked up the long sword not far away. He quickly stood up and looked at the figure not far away.
The figure in the darkness stood there and shouted.
"Don't move, just hand over all the money you have, and we promise not to hurt you."
Lucius squinted his eyes and saw clearly that there were three armed robbers in the darkness. The leader of the robber was a tall and strong man wearing leather armor.
They surrounded them from three directions and entered the area illuminated by the light. Two robbers were holding axes and one was holding a sickle. They were obviously wary of the bright sword in Lucius's hand.
The tall and strong man held the ax and said warily: "Put down your sword and think carefully before deciding to fight. There are three of us here, and as long as we cooperate honestly, nothing will happen."
Byrne was so frightened that he huddled in a ball on the spot with almost no expression on his face, daring not to move at all.
Lucius also immediately changed his expression and said with fear: "Don't do it, don't kill us, I am willing to hand over all my property."
Although he said this, he still did not put down his sword. The three robbers were also very vigilant. The two sides faced off for a long time, and no one dared to advance or retreat.
Under the firelight, the tall and strong man was covered with sweat. He suddenly roared loudly: "Then hurry up and put down the sword in your hand!"
"good."
As soon as he said "Okay", Lucius suddenly rushed forward, stabbing forward with his sword to kill the tall and strong man who was the leader of the bandits.
The tall and strong man was already prepared and kicked forward with a roar.
Lucius' forward body actually turned around, dodged the fierce kick, and slashed with his sword.
He wanted to kill the bandit leader first to scare off the other two people. This was undoubtedly the most effective method, and it was also full of gambling elements.
The sharp sword slashed across the shoulder and blood spattered everywhere, but it failed to hit the neck accurately and directly killed him. The tall and strong man screamed and retreated quickly subconsciously.
"Save me quickly!"
The other two robbers stayed for a moment, and then rushed forward with shouts. Byrne took the opportunity to roll and crawl towards the jungle without hesitation.
"hateful."
The surprise attack failed, so Lucius turned around and swung his sword again, glaring at the two men with a ferocious face.
The sword blade was swung in vain, frightening one robber holding a sickle and subconsciously taking a half-step back. Another robber raised an ax and roared at him, but the landing position was just an inch off.
The difference in grasping the sense of distance is the difference between life and death.
Lucius rushed forward so hard that he fell backwards to the ground, and then stabbed the robber through the heart with his sword.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The other robber with the sickle was frightened and trembling. The tall and strong man suddenly shouted menacingly: "You come with me, front and back!"
"Two together" made the robber with the scythe seem to have a backbone, and the two roared and attacked Lucius front and back.
"die!"
Lucius yelled and tried to scare off the robber with the sickle again, but found that the other person was shouting and swinging the sickle with his eyes closed, so he had to nimbly move aside to avoid it.
The strong man's ax struck fiercely. Lucius hurriedly raised his sword to block, but was forced to his knees by a bear-like force. The tiger's mouth was in pain and he gritted his teeth.
It's so heavy and its strength is amazing. Does this guy have demi-human or alien blood in his body?
Lucius finally rolled to relieve his strength and quickly got up. As a result, the two robbers attacked him from the front and back again, intending to repeat the same trick. He could only turn around and run towards the dark jungle.
"Chase!"
The two robbers were also aroused and did not want to let him go.
Byrne shivered and hid behind a tree not far away, walked over with a pale face, bent down and picked up a torch from the bonfire.
Another scream and wail sounded. He raised his head and gritted his teeth and quickly followed. He soon saw the robber with the sickle lying on the ground with his stomach disemboweled.
Not far away, a huge and strong man robber pressed his father to the ground fiercely, using an ax blade against his long sword to suppress the extremely struggling father. The difference in strength between the two sides was too great.
Byrne ran over and burned the torch on the strong man's face!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The beard covering his face immediately burned, and the skin burst open. The strong man wailed crazily but refused to get up, as if he wanted to crush Lucius to death no matter what.
"ha!"
The burning pain still caused the strength in the strong man's hand to weaken, and Lucius suddenly shouted with force and pushed him away.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The strong man wailed and stood up, holding the ax high, but his whole face was split in two by the sharp sword. Then he stabbed through the heart with a sword, and blood spurted out. The tall body gradually stopped and knelt down, and finally became completely motionless. .
"Whirring whirring……"
Lucius sat on the ground panting, exhausted.
He stared at his son who was covering his mouth and almost vomiting, and couldn't help but smile as if he was close to death.
"You, aren't you afraid of blood?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the thin Byrne fell straight down like a log.
"..."
Lucius had long been accustomed to his son's birth defects. After getting enough rest, he took off all the valuables from the three corpses and placed them all on the carriage.
A total of twenty-five copper gnar, three inferior weapons, and a bag of cooked beans.
"Tsk, it turns out they are all disgusting poor devils!"
He frowned and buried the three corpses overnight, cleaned up all traces of the father and son, and drove the carriage away overnight without Byrne on his back.
Lucius knew in his heart that many farmers and fishermen would be bandits. He must not expose the killing of the three of them in Nasir Town. The place where the bandits were haunted was very close to Nasir Town, and their relatives and friends were likely to be in the town. .
"There are still five kilometers to Nasir."
He suddenly felt a real burning sensation on the red mark on the back of his hand.
The young boy on Lucius's back, Byrne, frowned and was sweating profusely, as if he had dreamed of something extremely terrifying.
He heard some kind of terrifying whisper, with almost no human emotions, conveying language that did not belong to the world, and was reconstructed into some extremely great will that could not be ignored.
Nasir Town.
There was something profoundly great about that seaside town, and it was calling to the Byrnes.
