Chapter 474

The jurisdiction of timothyn's Dark Alliance is quite different from the territory of mankind. It seems that it is a disaster area after the natural disaster. There is a sense of sadness and despair everywhere, and there is no vigorous vitality of the human dependency.

If there is no comparison, it's OK, but Sophia and they have just left the prosperous Avellan. By contrast, the depression of Iskandar province gives them a very intuitive understanding.

Of course, the traces of human being persecuted by abyssal demons and vampires are not only superficial, but also deeply embedded in their psychology. Different from the hospitable human territory, they are welcomed by wary eyes, cold attitudes and even obvious enemies along the way.

This also disrupted the supply of Sylvie's party Fortunately, Sylvie himself, as a node with access to all kinds of things from Aldrich college, was nothing to him.

After a two-day journey, before Sophia, harassed by the constant noise of the carriage, was about to explode, the driver, who seemed weaker than before, suddenly made a noise.

"Guest, my village is ahead. You can go there and have a rest for a while."

"At last I can take a bath!" "It's time to be quiet at last!"

Saran and Sophia gave different cheers at the same time.

Even Sylvie's face showed a trace of expectation.

The great mage is just a more powerful human being. He has been sitting in the carriage for two days. Unlike the long-distance bus on earth, this kind of carriage is not only noisy, but also very bumpy. After dozing off, he will be awakened more than ten times. Although he has another one to share his fatigue, he is already a little tired after 48 hours.

But soon, as if he had noticed something, Seaver put up his expectant expression and asked the little vampire, "Saran, do you feel anything?"

"Feeling?" The girl was stunned, but it didn't seem like a joke to see Seaver's expression, so she also compared her eyes to improve her perception.

After a while, the little vampire opened his bright red eyes: "there are other vampires in that village. But the purity of his blood is so low that I almost don't feel it. It should be just a race made by Duke. "

"Duke race..." Sylvie touched his chin.

Although there are princes above the Duke level, in fact, the vampires with the name of Prince are of pure blood, which does not mean that their strength is necessarily stronger than that of the Duke level. According to the mark of Qiyao mage Association, standard Duke level vampires are already equivalent to senior high-level mages - and they also have their own flying, high-speed healing, and dark curse resistance Senior magician with talent.

Of course, only ethnicity is much weaker. A Duke can produce a marquis descendant at most.

In front of a vampire queen lady and a great magician, the little Marquis level is not enough to see

Soon, the rag toothed beast cart came to the village which was about to reach the level of a small town.

The village is surrounded by bamboo poles and other things, and there are many bamboo thorns on it. If you look closely, you can find that the bamboo like plants are still alive, their roots are deeply rooted in the soil, and the smooth main pole is vertical and straight. Although the specific defense ability is unknown, at least the demons with single digits of the Crusade level do not want to slip into the wall.

The village also left a gate that just passed through the carriage. Only a pit was dug at the door, filled with ice water, and there was a sharp bamboo gun inserted in it. If you want to pass through, you can only walk through the bamboo bridge laid down from the other side of the village. The whole village was like a small blockhouse, and SIVI was amazed.

As a village living far away from the city, it can exist in the western region where the number of Warcraft is far more than that in the East.

It's a pity that some of the vampire's flying structures can only be used to defend some of the demons.

Instead of entering the village, the Raptor stopped just a little way from the village. Then the coachman came to the back of the carriage and bowed deeply to the three men inside.

"I guess you have a lot to say to us."

Unlike Sophia Saran, who is confused, SIVI doesn't wonder what the other party is doing, but says it in his spare time.

"Please help my hometown."

The other side once again lowered his head and begged to SIVI.

"What's going on?" Sophia looked at SIVI suspiciously, as if to ask him to give her an explanation.

However, she soon found something wrong. I don't know when, their carriage had a strange change. The worn-out wood texture began to disappear and turned into a strange brown material which looked like cotton wadding.

And the interior structure of the car has changed from square to irregular sphere, even the windows are missing.

"He's gone!"

At this moment, saran suddenly called out.

Some panicked Sophia suddenly turned back and found that the coachman had disappeared."What the hell is going on here?"

At this time, the girl could only take SIVI, who was still the old God, as the last pillar, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Let's get out of this place first."

Sylvie smiles mysteriously, and then takes the lead out of the carriage which has become an unknown substance.

Sophia and saran quickly followed.

Then they saw what the carriage looked like.

It's a huge fruit that's sort of like an enlarged version of a blue pumpkin with a hole in it.

There was no rag toothed beast, shaft, wheel or anything, just a single two person high fruit lying there quietly.

"This is Reed melon Sophia looked at the huge fruit uncertainly: "but it's a little too big..."

Reed melon is a kind of common plant and can't be eaten. However, the plant fiber inside can be used for weaving after tanning. The cloth is slightly hard and not comfortable to wear. However, because of its large size, huge yield and convenient planting, flax cloth, as a raw material, is still very popular among the lower people.

"Now, can you explain it?" Then the girl turned her head and looked at Sylvie, who had the same look of wonder.

"It's nothing special." Sylvie shrugged. "Actually, the coachman died a few days or even months ago. It's just that he became a ghost for some reason, and then wandered around the garage waiting for an opportunity

"Timing?" Saran tilted her head.

"Yes, it's the time for someone to want to go to timothyn's Dark Alliance." SIVI nodded: "he wants to save his hometown, but he can't do it himself, so he places his hope on the people who go here."

"Did we just happen to be chosen?" Sophia looked down and thought for a moment, "but what's the matter with this reed melon? Where's the bus we're taking? "

"There was no car."

Sylvie sighed: "there was no car. The rag toothed beast cart is the embodiment of his obsession with saving his hometown. And with this obsession, he just sent us all the way here. "

"Are you kidding This kind of thing... " The girl's face was filled with incredible surprise.

"It's a miracle, too." Sylvie looked at the reed melon softly: "the miracle of a mortal's obsession to protect his hometown."

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