Chapter 2 second quarter

The cold air rolled over from the gaps in the strangely shaped rocks, carrying a faint miasma.The trees are covered with gray lead like inorganic matter.The sky was gloomy, and the dark clouds seemed to be pressing between the eyebrows.They saw not a single bird along the way. Even though he has walked this mountain road dozens of times, Ma Guangqian still looks dignified.He has lived in the mountains for many years, and he knows that any moment you look down on the mountains, the mountains may swallow you up. More than 30 people led the horses and walked silently without talking.They all carried knives at their waists, but they dared not cut branches and vines blocking the way, but carefully pushed aside.

Magee was at the forefront to scout the way—not so much as scouting the way, but as a walking banner.He changed into a yellow shirt with the word "Feng" embroidered in big black on the chest.This is a rule established by the two sides long ago. A figure appeared on the top of the strange rock on the left ahead.The man held up his hands to show no malice. The man had a deep profile, his hair shaved into three braids and draped behind his back.Despite the icy cold in the mountains and rocks, he only wore a fur vest, a cloth scarf wrapped around his lower body, no pants, and a short machete hanging on his waist.The arms, legs and face exposed to the wind are painted with various oil paint patterns.

A man of a different race descends from the strange rock.He didn't speak, just waved his hand towards the front of the mountain road. Ma Guangqian breathed a sigh of relief. After turning around the hill, the horizon suddenly opened up.Below the long slope is a vast basin surrounded by mountains, and dozens of tents and wooden houses are built in the center.A silver-white river runs across the basin. From a height, you can see rough embankments built on both sides of the river, and people and horses are working hard in the farmland along the river.Even the dark clouds that had been entrenched in the sky for a long time also split above the basin, revealing the sunshine that has not been seen for a long time.

Under the guidance of the man, the salt transport team entered the basin along a gentle slope.At the same time, a team of hundreds of horses rushed from the settlement to meet them. The two sides stopped at a distance of three feet.The Romance knights sat on bareback horses, as if they were more relaxed than standing on their own legs.The horses of the Romon tribe are shorter than those of Middle-earth, but they are dense and strong.Ma Guangqian was unable to find out the old patriarch Wavonla in the cavalry.He frowned, longing for a cigarette. Among the Romance cavalry, the tallest rider paced out in a row.

This guy is two or three heads taller than the sickle head, Ma Guanggan estimated.He recognized this burly man as Nongchai, nicknamed "The Power of Ten Lions", the leader of the younger generation of the Ramons. Nongchai has a handsome face with a high nose and deep eyes, a bird feather crown on his head, and countless animal tooth amulets hanging around his neck.He jumped off his horse, holding an iron rod with a thick chain on the top of the rod, and the other end of the chain was an iron decoration in the shape of a bird's skull.Nong guessed that every time he took a step, the bird's head shook.

Ma Guanggan feels dry mouth.He just wanted to leave right away. ——He recognized that it was the symbol of the authority of Patriarch Luo Meng. Nongchai stood in front of Ma Guangqian like a giant pillar.Ma Guanggan's nose only reached his upper abdomen. "Wa...Where's Wavonla?" Ma Guangqian asked calmly. Nongchai suddenly raised the iron staff high.The end of the staff points to the flagpole in the center of the settlement. A human head hangs on the flagpole. Ma Guangqian's eyes are not good.But he knew who the head belonged to. A palm as big as a bear's paw came down from above, grabbed Ma Guanggan's bun, and lifted him off the ground.Ma Guangqian felt like countless needle pricks on the top of his head.

Nongchai planted the iron staff in the ground with his right hand, and drew out a scimitar more than four feet long from his waist.The blade shines with a snow-white brilliance, the curved arc of the blade is extremely graceful, and the handle and guard are finely carved. The arm holding the knife swung to the side. A spring of blood gushed from the back of a skinny horse laden with salt.The flesh and blood were torn apart by a force equivalent to the fury of ten male lions pounced at the same time.Hoof spasms.The tarpaulin wrapping the cargo was torn.Red-dyed salt flew away.
This fermented sourdough tastes a little odd, like vinegar-soaked rice wine.The sickle is still sipping.He thought, this wine is loved by so many people nearby, there is always something special about it.The purple wine stained his shaggy beard.

He became aware of a pair of eyes watching him in the inn. He turned his head slowly. ——I seem to have seen this girl somewhere... The girl's face with a foreign blood is not yet childish, but the body has already completed the graceful curves of puberty; the arms and legs of a healthy light copper color are painted with oil paint patterns; on the left wrist are wearing several snake-shaped silver bracelets and leather cords Under the thick colorful thick thread knitting clothes, the chest heaved violently due to breathing; a pair of bright brown eyes looked directly at the scythe. The girl stood up and walked towards the stunned Sickle.She didn't take her eyes off his pupils.

She held out her palm. Sickle's hood falls. Fingers part the messy hair. The crescent-shaped black birthmark on the sickle's forehead was exposed in front of the girl's wide-eyed eyes. "Pari Nan..." The voice was slightly hoarse like a mature woman, and there was incomparable surprise in it. She pulled out a curved dagger from her waist, squatted down and shaved off the beard for the sickle. Small fingers caressed his dark and solid face.He closed his eyes. —a motherly voice, humming a long-forgotten tune... The girl put the dagger on the table.Beards scattered all over the place.The girl held his stubby face.

"Parinan..."