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Volume 4: The Fake Prophet of the Barbarian Orcs Chapter 18: On the way back, the maze is cracked

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    When they set off early the next morning, Tomad and his party had two new faces and one less sleepless eye spy.  Lord Deliber, who had not recovered from his serious injury, insisted on returning to Westerly County with Tomad. Of course, Mengge had no choice but to accompany him.  In order to ensure that the refugees in Shock Town are properly resettled, the Sleepless Eye spy will escort them to the nearby Riverbend Town, and use letters with the Blood Eye emblem to request several noble estates near Riverbend Town to provide refugees  Provide temporary housing and job opportunities.  Of course, this kind of behavior should not be done too much, and Tomad could only watch silently as these lucky refugees left camp, then turned their horses and headed towards the Black Forest.  Not only are the roads in the Black Forest rugged and difficult to navigate, but they are also infested by herds of beasts and bandits. For singles or small groups of travelers, this place is eerie and dangerous.  However, both beasts and robbers understand what more than thirty well-armed cavalry means. During the two-day journey through the black forest, howling wolves and beasts and greedy eyes in the grass followed them, but they were never attacked.  , not even a temptation.  The journey was so smooth that Feng Derrick, who had traveled through the Black Forest several times, thought it was incredible, but in fact it was not the case.  The elite scouts and shadow assassins of the dark elves who do not need sleep wait all night long. The poison-quenched hand crossbows, short swords and daggers are all stained with blood more than once, whether they are from humans or beasts.  It wasn¡¯t until he left the black forest full of towering trees, withered vines, black thorns and bushes far behind him that Tomad felt a little more relaxed.  There were countless refugee groups encountered along the way, but they were not as large as Xiaoke Town. Most of them were several families gathered together to form a team of dozens of people.  On the road leading to Daisere County, there is an endless stream of refugees during the day, and bonfires can be seen on both sides of the road at night.  Tomad, speaking with a Zephyr County accent, stopped several groups of refugees and exchanged information with them for food, medicine, and spirits. Most of the refugees showed vigilance and anxiety at the beginning, but after two drinks, they relaxed their vigilance.  He talked endlessly about the suffering and helplessness of leaving his homeland.  Tomad can only be sure of one thing. The fact that Xifeng County will be plundered by an unprecedented army of barbarian orcs is not simply spread by word of mouth.  Not only the farmers, but even the residents of some well-defended towns also joined the ranks of the refugees. There were various people spreading rumors, most of which were probably people who were deceived, but those who came from the adventurer team and bards  The poet's rumors appear very suspicious.  Due to the existence of the Knights of the Steel Fist and the Monastery of St. Bablupa, Zephyr County is not really an adventurer¡¯s paradise.  The tasks of killing monsters or wiping out bandits are often easily completed by the pilgrims participating in the parade without charging any reward; most of the ruins of fortresses and ancient tombs are located near the headquarters of the Knights of the Steel Fist, and most of them have already been looted.  When encountering a patrol of the Knights of the Steel Fist, adventurers will most likely be arrested. Those who resist will be shot to death, and those who are captured will be tortured.  It is for this reason that adventurers are rarely seen in Xifeng County. Even the Adventurer's Guild in the county is small and shabby. The few garrisoned personnel have nothing to do all day long and spend far too much time in the tavern.  Much longer than behind the counter.  It is even more strange that bards spread rumors.  If there is anything that St. Bablupa Monastery and the Knights of the Steel Fist can agree on, it would definitely include the treatment of bards.  Marquis de Dragonson has a niece who was seduced by a bard and is still missing; there are also one or two incidents of female apprentices escaping from the St. Bablupa Monastery every year. Most of these girls originally wanted to pursue romantic love.  They disappeared completely, and a few were later found in some dirty brothels, their minds already going crazy.  Because of this kind of thing, anyone who has traveled in Xifeng County knows that it is dangerous to have a harp or flute in your luggage, let alone performing juggling or singing heroic epics in public.  Only in taverns in the county can bards display their talents. If they go to the countryside, whether they can make money is another matter. If they are caught by the patrol of the Knights of the Steel Fist, the gun will be stuck in the head of the main entrance of Avalon Fortress.  Being on top is the only outcome.  Risking death to spread rumors, no one with a sound mind would do such a stupid thing unless the benefits gained far outweigh the risks.  I am afraid that there will be no one other than Joseph Tito who can benefit from this matter. In this regard, whether Tomard, von Derek or Lord Deliber, they have reached the same conclusion.  Tomad tried to persuade the refugees to return home, but he only tried for one afternoon before giving up on this unrealistic idea.  Rumors are like wildfire. Once they spread, they cannot be extinguished easily.  Moreover, the attack of the plundering army of barbarian orcs is not just a random thing. Thomasad is also worried that if the war in Tallon Fortress ceases.??, the barbarian orc army that breaks into the city will cause terrible losses to Xifeng County.  So Tomad could only choose to speed up, trying to reach St. Bablupa Monastery as soon as possible, a place that could be called home.  There, he prepared to express his doubts to people who were like brothers and sisters, and asked for their help and advice.  The group of people got up at dawn and hurried on until dusk.  Along the way, they pass through airtight forests, fortified castles and manors surrounded by fields. If they happen to encounter a resting hotel or a bustling town during the journey, they can have a hot meal and take a bath.  Take a water bath to relieve fatigue.  But this kind of opportunity is rare, especially after entering the Yueyu Plain, the villages and towns become more and more sparse and often deserted. The whole village, men, women, old and young, participated in the escape journey.  Judging from the map, each day was closer to St. Bablupa Monastery than the previous day. However, just when Fondrick happily announced that there were still two days to go, Lord Deliber suddenly developed a high fever and the wound also  There are signs of worsening infection.  This time, the illness was so severe that Tomad even secretly performed an incomplete healing technique before the fever could subside slightly and save Lord Deliber from the brink of death.  Therefore, the team stayed in an unknown and uninhabited village for two full nights. Lord Deliber's condition finally improved, his breathing gradually returned to regularity, and his forehead was no longer frighteningly hot.  After conducting a diagnosis, Feng Derrick, who acted as a herbalist, announced that he could continue his journey early the next morning. These words boosted the morale of the team and comforted Tomad.  To be honest, although it slowed down the journey, he had no intention of blaming Lord Deliber. The emotion of being close to home had already accumulated under the calm mask of the young trainee pilgrim, causing him to even dream about it at midnight.  Only by pressing my chest tightly can I suppress the pounding heartbeat.  The deserted village is very small, with only four farmhouses built of rough stones and logs, a few barren fields surrounding the village, and two empty livestock pens and a dry well in the middle.  Before choosing this place as a campsite, Feng Derek had already led people to search all the buildings in detail. It could be seen that the villagers here had plans to leave. There were no beds or furniture in each farmhouse, not even in the firepit.  The charcoal ash was left behind, and only the traces of heavy pressure remained on the empty compacted earth.  In addition, there is a persistent odor inside these farmhouses. No one can figure out the source of the odor. Whether it is the rotting animal skins covering the roofs, the result of people defecating indoors, or both.  There are all of them.  In short, no one wanted to stay, so the team set up tents among the farmhouses in the same way as camping in the wild. They also set up a lookout post on the roof of one of the farmhouses, with a light-bodied Dark Elf scout responsible for climbing high to keep watch.  Tomard visited Lord Deliber after dinner and was delighted to see that the old knight had woken up from his drowsiness and was eating porridge made of oatmeal, bacon and cheese under Mongo's service.  Ever since they met again, Lord Deliber had an excessive respect for Thomas. As soon as he saw the young man walking into the tent, he immediately put down his porridge bowl and stood up with support.  "Lord Tomad, I'm sorry Hey, I really shouldn't have slowed down my journey because of this injury." Tomad smiled slightly. This smile was not to appease the uneasy old knight, but came from the bottom of his heart.  "You were injured because you were rescuing a villager. It's worth staying for any number of days. I'm the one who should be sorry. We really should rest in Fangyan City for two more days and wait for your injury to recover before we go on the road. Seriously.  "Yes, you make me feel much more comfortable now than when you led the cavalry to threaten the monastery." Lord Deliber showed a somewhat emotional smile, "How long ago was that? Why does it feel like more than a thousand years?"  "The past?" He looked at his hands and then clenched his fists, "I think I understand Roland Wilps's thoughts a little bit. The feeling of helping the weak is not bad, and it fills my heart.  "Courage." "If you are willing, I can apply to Dean Kurgan for the qualification of an honorary pilgrim." Tomad joked happily, and then asked Lord Deliber to take a good rest.  Left that tent.  There is a very large oak tree planted in the middle of the farmhouse in the deserted village. Its branches rise from the ground like a giant tower, stretching out a green umbrella cover dozens of meters in diameter in the air.  Tomad was not sleepy for a while, so he strolled under the oak tree and found a thick root protruding from the ground to sit down. He heard the chirping of insects and birds in his ears, and the leaves above his head rustled in the wind, a sense of tranquility.  The peaceful atmosphere enveloped Tomad, making him almost forget the passage of time and immerse himself in a peaceful state of mind.  The one who finally broke the silence was the long-lost voice of Delta Butler, the artificial intelligence customer service, "My lord, the Minotaur maze has been cracked.It has reached 99%, and the guardian of the military building has appeared. Please confirm whether you want to challenge it immediately!  "
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