Andrew seems to have an epiphany recently. The so-called "anger" can also be said to be "fighting spirit". After reaching a certain level, he can improve his strength, agility and physique.
I own the’ Berserker Soul’. It is said that once I understand anger, I can form a’ rage’ posture. It is said that soldiers at this level are tireless in the battlefield and do not feel pain. Even the wolf cavalry in the orc tribe is no match for Berserker.
"Have you been promoted recently?"
Andrew scratched his head with a simple and honest smile.
It’s a little inconvenient for him to sit in a heavy armor, so he just sits on the floor with one leg flat and one leg slightly bent, and looks up behind him. After the night enters September, the barren side will enter the rainy season again.
The stars are shining at night, but there is not a cloud.
Andrew said to Surdak
"Yesterday, a veteran of the militia camp came to deliver a letter saying that the rebels had been found in the western wasteland on the edge of the desert, and they were hiding in the mountains of death. This time, if they hadn’t come out to rob the refugees in the western wasteland, they might not have found that they were hiding in that area."
He didn’t think how serious this was, thinking of going to investigate it himself one day.
Surdak was a little surprised. Death Ridge in the west wasteland used to be an ancient battlefield. After so many years, there are still some ghosts coming out from time to time. It is said that there were temple priests and god officials who tried to purify the area, but they couldn’t do it later.
In recent years, the last village living there has also moved out because of the ghosts.
He is a barren sheriff, and these materials were also found in the archives of Lanza City Hall two months ago.
Surdak asked Andrew, "Isn’t it that there are always strange events in the Death Ridge in the West Wasteland? Every Halloween, there are always a number of wandering ghosts. How can there be people in the Death Ridge?"
Andrew explained to Surdak that "it was not the villagers who found it, but a group of refugees who lived in a fixed place handed over information that there was a fairly fertile land outside the mountains. These refugees wanted to plant some oats in the wasteland there in summer and transfer them to Hailanza for the winter when they harvested them in autumn."
"A group of vagrants?" Surdak didn’t expect a group of vagrants to run to the wilderness.
"Well," Andrew replied.
Surdak pondered over a pair of Andrew’s orders, "Send a letter to Carl early and ask him to mobilize some knights of the guard camp. I’ll go to the West Wasteland first to check on a knight of the guard camp, and then let them wait for my news here in Wall Village temporarily."
"Yes!" Andrew, an indigenous soldier, was ordered.
Andrew was born in Nanai indigenous people, but his tribe has lived in Wozhmala for several generations, and he has become an emperor imperceptibly, so he has a strong executive power. If Suldak orders, it will be carried out to the letter.
"Captain, let me go! I have better detection ability than you. "Samira walked out of the darkness and didn’t know how long she had eavesdropped in the dark.
Surdak thought for a moment and shook his head and said, "I’d better go. It’s more convenient for us to connect with Aphrodite."
In fact, he didn’t say a word, that is,’ it’s safer this way.’
Samira didn’t insist on asking when she saw that Surdak decided to come.
"When do you leave?"
Surdak sat up from the big stone and patted the dust and said
"Leave tonight before it’s too late."
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Rita had just added fodder to the stable trough, and the Gubo horse had not eaten a few bites when she saw Surdak rushing back from the outside.
First I went to the living room to see old Sheila, then I went to the stable to saddle Gubo’s horse and led it to the door.
Natasha put Surdak in long boots and got ready for the war horse. Knowing that he was going out, she ran out of the kitchen and asked
"Why are you leaving as soon as you get back?"
Surdak explained, "I’m going to investigate the trail of rebels in the western wasteland. I’m worried that if it’s too late, they won’t be able to find them in hiding. Hiding in the wasteland is our biggest hidden danger. Now it’s much harder for them to escape to Oak Ridge if they build watchtowers at Pagelos Pass."
Natasha listened to Surdak’s words, and her face turned slightly red, and she bowed her head and told, "Then be careful."
Although some don’t give up, Natasha and Rita helped Surdak to wear that heavy’ earth shield’ armor and armor, and suddenly the whole person was a lot taller.
Riding through the village of Wall, the local dogs are honestly afraid to run out of their kennels.
Some simple sheds in the village entrance market have not been removed, which makes the village entrance market seem a bit too messy.
Take advantage of the night to cross the river beach to cultivate vegetable fields there. A dark vegetable field looks lush from a distance.
After Surdak left the village, he walked for a whole night. At the moment when Surdak was close to Li, he took out his sleeping bag and laid a huge rock. He slept for a little while and then rode on until dawn.
The farther you go west, the more desolate you feel. There is still some greenery in the valley at the Pagros Pass, but when you go deep into the barren land, it is almost a wasteland full of gravel. Some barren hills are simply a whole stone. You should be extra careful when stepping on these gravel, lest a piece of weathered stone break instantly and easily break your horse’s legs.
There is nothing too high along the way. There are some huge and exposed surface rocks at most, and one piece is as big as a hill.
If you can’t see the river, you can’t even find the dry riverbed. Occasionally, you can see limestone iguanas crawling out of the crevices to bask in the sun. If there is a slight noise, these timid limestone iguanas will quickly get into the crevices.
There are almost no leaves growing in some rocky areas. This kind of wild grass is covered with thorns. The leaves are rarely near, and it is very stinging. Its thorns seem to have a unique toxin, and once it is stung, it will feel particularly painful.
At noon, the sun almost scorched the ground. Surdak saw that he was a little tired. Gubolaima decided to find a place to have a good rest-maybe he could not move on until the sun turned to the west and the sun was not so vicious.
Surdak took off the saddle to shave the horse sweat for Gubolaima, and then took out some miscellaneous grains and forage from the magic backpack to keep it in the shade of big stones.
After eating a little baked wheat cake and dried meat, Surdak narrowed his eyes next to the boulder, got up and climbed a boulder to observe the surrounding terrain. Gubo Lai Ma bowed his head and gnawed at the crack in the rock, and his thick lips did not seem afraid of spikes.
There are no villages and few people in this area.
The veteran of the militia camp in the most desolate area in the barren land can know the situation in the west wasteland. Surdak thinks that the villagers in that village have some connections with the refugees there, but he doesn’t want to ask about these things. Maybe he married a woman in the refugees.
If these rebels were not so hungry, they would have come out to grab those refugees’ oats. No one would have thought that the rebels had hidden Death Ridge.
It’s a long way from the desert on the edge of the barren land. It’s just past summer, but there is no green here.
Surdak, a hunter who has caught limestone iguanas in the wilderness, remembers that this time last year, Woer Village also organized people to hunt limestone iguanas, but this year, Woer Village was rebuilt with people everywhere, and villagers in Woer did not go to the wilderness to hunt limestone iguanas.
After walking for two whole days, Surdak finally saw a large gray mountain in front of him at dusk, and finally saw some greenery here.
There are some yellow weeds everywhere.
In the twilight, a large field of Yan wheat field appeared at the foot of the mountain.
There are also a few shabby thatched cottages over there, where materials are scarce. There are two houses with roofs made of wheat straw, and there is smoke outside one house. A group of refugees gather there to look like it’s dinner time.
A corner of this wheat field was damaged, and Surdak rode towards this group of refugees.
The refugees looked at Surdak with a numb face. In addition to children, there were some women and old people. They were dressed in tattered linen and grass skirts. They were in a worse situation than the indigenous people. There were about fifteen or six of these refugees. They saw Surdak walk in around an earthenware pot. Although their eyes showed fear, they showed no signs of running away.
Surdak vaulted his horse and strode over. He glanced at the oatmeal in the crock. There were some unfinished bran floating on the oatmeal.
"Are you all refugees?"
Surdak asked before this group of people
The so-called refugees are people without imperial status, and these people are not protected by imperial laws.
They have a little more ridiculous freedom than those slaves.
There is no real freedom in the Green Empire. Those rich, free nobles and family responsibilities are bound. Even members of the royal family do not want to do whatever they want.
"Yes, my Lord"