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It was raining heavily and covered with black clouds. On the muddy mountain road, there were dozens of people walking hurriedly in the dark against the heavy rain. The raindrops the size of stones hit the ground hard, and the mud and water splashed, making their worn-out clothes look like they were worn out. Dirtier.

The ground under their feet was slippery and difficult to walk on, and the heavy rain slapped on their faces and obstructed their vision. The originally small team quickly disappeared by one-third.

The silver-haired girl in the middle of the team glanced back, the night was thick, and those who passed out in the mud pit seemed to have been swallowed by the darkness, and only a little outline could be vaguely seen.

The icy rain brought a chill through the clothes. The silver-haired girl raised her hand and touched her arm, and keenly sensed several eyes staring at her. She looked sideways and found that those eyes were not Instead of looking at her, look at her clothes.

The silver-haired girl was wearing a moon-white robe and a pair of silver boots on her feet. Even though the rainstorm was pouring and muddy water was splashing everywhere, her clothes and boots were still white, just like her long silver hair that was a little eye-catching in the dark. Same, attracting everyone's attention.

The silver-haired girl frowned, lowered her head and glanced around, just in time to see a person lying on the ground not far away, his body was stiff and his face was pale, and he seemed to be out of breath.

She walked quickly over a few steps, bent down and took off the tattered black robe from the corpse, and put on the wet hood indiscriminately around her body, ignoring the sour smell emanating from the black robe, only revealing a pair of eyes.

The mountain road was winding and winding, and I don't know how long I walked. The people in front finally found a cave that could temporarily shelter from the rain. The silver-haired girl followed the crowd and walked towards the cave. Amid thunder and lightning, a faint cry attracted her attention. attention.

The girl looked for the sound, and found that it was a four or five-year-old girl, who was sitting in the muddy water and crying until her face turned blue.

The flow of people passed the little girl and walked towards the cave. No one stopped. The silver-haired girl looked at the child who was getting closer, hesitated for a moment, bent down, picked her up and lowered her head into the cave.

The cave is spacious but very humid, but this environment is much stronger than the outside. The silver-haired girl came to an open space with the child in her arms and sat down.

Four or five years old can already recognize people. As soon as the girl put the child down, she ran towards a certain place crying. The silver-haired girl raised her eyes and watched the child run to a pale and thin woman and hug her. Her legs were crying, but the woman lowered her head numbly, showing no intention of comforting her.

The silver-haired girl lowered her eyes slightly, the light in the cave was dim, she leaned back to hide herself in the darkness.

Most animals will not give up their cubs in times of crisis. It seems that this world is not only dangerous but also extremely cruel.

The silver-haired girl was thinking about something hidden in the darkness, when a strange voice suddenly came from her ear, "Ston town number 120... Cynthia?"

When the girl heard the name "Cynthia", she turned her head subconsciously. A petite girl in a black robe was standing behind her, looking down at a wooden sign at her waist. The girl raised her hand and touched it, wondering when to run. When the wooden sign came out, he looked up and down at the black-robed girl, feeling a sense of vigilance in his heart.

Although the eyes of this person are somewhat indifferent, they are not lifeless. They are completely different from those people in the cave who are like walking corpses exuding numbness and despair.

The silver-haired girl let go of the wooden sign in her hand, nodded to the black-robed girl, and said in a low voice, "Hello, my name is Cynthia, and I'm from the small town of Ston." As for what the number 120 represents, she hasn't figured it out yet. Clear, so simply ignore it.

"Chelsea." The black-robed girl stared at Cynthia's golden eyes expressionlessly, and in the face of Cynthia's puzzled gaze, she lightly looked away.

She stood beside Cynthia and had no intention of leaving.

"Normal" people like Chelsea are more dangerous than those numb people in Cynthia's eyes, because she knows that the latter are fleeing at this time to survive, but she doesn't know if Chelsea is in this team. this purpose.

There is an underground river in the cave. I don't know if the heavy rain outside caused the water level to rise very quickly, and it submerged their calves in a short while.

Cynthia looked down at the muddy river and was in a trance, and a sudden exclamation came from her ears, pulling her wandering thoughts back. She raised her eyes and looked at the ice coffin floating on the river, her eyes flickering slightly.

"This river leads to the outside, and the ice coffin should have floated from the Sea of ​​Slade." Seeing Cynthia in a daze, Chelsea thought she was frightened, so she simply explained a few words.

The ice coffin was crystal clear and exuded a faint cold air. A few brave people approached and tried to open the ice coffin, but their palms were frozen into ice cubes as soon as they were stuck on it. They fell directly into the river without a scream Here, the body floated away with the current.

The tragic situation of these few people successfully dispelled other people's thoughts, everyone lowered their heads, and the deadly atmosphere continued to spread in the cave.

Seeing the power of the ice coffin, Chelsea became interested in it. She walked to the side of the ice coffin and bent down to observe it carefully. The ice coffin was crystal clear, and she could clearly see that it was empty inside.

Cynthia looked away from the ice coffin when she saw Chelsea passing by. She was not surprised at all that people who touched the ice coffin were frozen to death.

As for the reason... Of course, it was because she had seen this scene once.

Cynthia stared at the darkness and squinted her eyes slightly, her expression was a little deep. She didn’t know how many times she had been squatting in the polar region to photograph polar bear cubs, but this time she got lost accidentally and even encountered a snowstorm. She was trapped for several days and nights. She was doomed, but she didn't expect fate to play a trick on her and let her travel to this strange continent.

Although, it might be a not-so-friendly joke.

She woke up from that ice coffin when she crossed over a day ago, and the first picture she saw after waking up was a scene of several humans being frozen to death while scrambling for the ice coffin.

The wooden plaque on her waist and the borrowed identity name came from one of the poor girls who was frozen to death.

After she crossed over, she didn't have any memory about this body and this strange continent in her mind. Apart from this strange ice coffin, there was also a stone on her body, which was ordinary and had nothing to do with it. A stone with a special place.

Cynthia lowered her head, her right hand slowly stretched out from the wide sleeve, and a white, very ordinary-looking stone lay in her palm, which emitted a faint white light in the dark.

In a strange world, an unknown identity, and a stone of unknown use, Cynthia raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brows. The cold fingers made her slightly confused thoughts clear again.

No matter what, let's try to live on first. From her initial observation, the world is not just a bad environment. There should be other reasons for these people to be so numb and desperate.

The power of the ice coffin is still unknown. After observing it from a distance, Chelsea walked back to Cynthia thoughtfully. When Cynthia saw her come back, she put the stone away again.

"I don't know when this torrential rain will stop." Cynthia turned her head and looked in the direction of the cave entrance, and said softly.

Chelsea sat down against a rock, closed her eyes and meditated, "It will stop after dawn."

Cynthia glanced at Chelsea, then looked away calmly, and said naturally: "That's great, we can go out to find some food after stopping."

For the people in this cave, Cynthia felt that she and Chelsea were alive.

The torrential rain outside really stopped at dawn as Chelsea said, and the water in the cave had reached knees, and wisps of sunlight shone in from the outside, dispelling part of the darkness in the cave.

Seeing that the faces of the people in the Sunshine Cave finally had some expressions on their faces, they got up silently and walked out.

Cynthia also walked out with the flow of people, her long silver hair was covered by her hood, and some dirt was deliberately smeared on her fair face, so she was no longer so conspicuous as she lowered her head and mixed in the crowd.

After the heavy rain, the outside of the cave was in a mess. Chelsea stood on a relatively clean stone, her brown eyes followed Cynthia's body, and she heard whispers from behind.

"...Golden eyes..." A sallow and thin adult man hunched over his body, secretly looked at Cynthia from the corner of his eye, and another man and woman surrounded him, and said in a hoarse voice: "I heard that the Silver Knight Speaking of which, those nobles like women with golden eyes."

"We cannot escape... The Silver Knight will find us soon."

"Catch her and dedicate it to those nobles, maybe we can also become Silver Knights."

"If we continue to escape, we will either die from exhaustion or starve to death."

They now hold freedom, but it brings them closer to death, and the shadow hangs over their heads, unaltered by where they are.

Under the fear of death, it only takes a second to make any decision. Cynthia is still searching for edible wild fruits in the messy bushes, but she doesn't know that she has already been missed.

"There are no wild fruits here." Chelsea jumped off the stone, walked up to Cynthia and handed her a red fruit, and said lightly, "I'm leaving, do you want to come with me?"

The red fruit was not too big. Cynthia lowered her head and sniffed it, and found that it smelled like an apple. She grabbed the fruit and didn't rush to eat it, but declined Chelsea's proposal, "We may not be on the way."

She simply felt that Chelsea invited her for an impure purpose.

Chelsea looked at her fixedly, and said blankly: "You may regret it."

Cynthia rubbed the fruit and thanked with a smile, "Thank you for the food."

Chelsea shook her head, raised her hand to press the hood, turned and left, and quickly disappeared into the dense woods.

Cynthia remembered the direction Chelsea left, and then turned around and walked towards the cave. Although she was very hungry, she still didn't eat the wild fruit that Chelsea gave her.

The weather in this world is cloudy and cloudy. The sun was pretty good just now, but now it has become cloudy again. Cynthia wanted to go back to the cave to find someone to talk to, but just as she reached the door, a small figure ran out and bumped into on her lap.

Cynthia raised her hand to help the little girl stabilize her body. The little girl's mother came over and said to Cynthia stammeringly, "Thank you, before."

"I, I didn't throw her down on purpose, she fell down by herself and didn't keep up."

She seemed to be very nervous, and she kept looking around when she was talking. Four or five people were staring at them not far away. Because of hunger and weakness, their faces were very ugly, and their expressions were also very gloomy.

Cynthia's eyes turned around the little girl's mother and the few people not far away, and her heart began to be alert, but she didn't show it on her face. She shook her head silently like these numb and gloomy people, showing The expression of not wanting to talk.

The little girl had been hungry for a long time, and when she saw the wild fruit in Cynthia's hand, she stretched out her hand blankly to ask for it. The little girl's mother hurriedly stopped her when she saw her reaching out, but the posture was more like trying to snatch it from Cynthia's hand. wild fruit.

The little girl was too close to her, and Cynthia was worried about knocking her down, so she didn't dodge much with her palm, and was grabbed by the little girl's mother.

Cynthia was a little displeased by the cold and somewhat rough hand grasping the back of her hand. She frowned and wanted to shake him away, but the sudden picture and sound in her mind made her arm stiff for a moment.

The wild fruit fell to the ground, and the little girl's mother let go of Cynthia and rushed to swallow the fruit in two bites.

The movement on their side was a bit loud, and it had attracted the attention of many people. Cynthia found that more and more eyes were staring at her, and subconsciously lowered her head. She pressed the hood down to block her eyes.

Cynthia stared down at her palm in a daze. There were footsteps trying to get closer to her. Her eyes flickered, she pondered for a moment, walked over to help the little girl's mother up, changed her silence just now, and said in a low voice: "I saw some wild fruits over there just now, but I can't pick them by myself. Can you help me?"

The little girl's mother was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously glanced at the few people who had been around them, then nodded hurriedly, "Okay, let's go now."

Cynthia smiled, and held the woman's hand with her slender, white palms without any traces. Pictures after pictures appeared in her mind again, and at the same time, there was a conversation that was not very clear.

"Bring the golden-eyed woman to the town of Ston to dedicate to those nobles..."

"We can also become Silver Knights..."

"We will definitely be killed if we are caught back, this man with golden eyes must be caught..."

Golden eyes...nobility...silver knight...Cynthia doesn't even have time to think about the images and sounds that suddenly appeared in her mind. Through these few conversations, she only knows that her current situation is a bit bad.

Leading the women into the woods, a few more people came in behind them. Cynthia turned her head slightly, and glanced at the hiding figures with a calm expression.

After the torrential rain, the fallen leaves were almost piled up on the ground, and the more you went inside, the more rotten smell became more and more obvious. The woman was a little timid and didn't dare to continue walking, and said in a trembling voice: "Just, right here, If you go any further, you may encounter monsters."

They have seen many rotting corpses along the way, including humans and monsters.

After she finished speaking, she stopped, and turned around to see if her companion had followed, but before she could see, the back of her head suddenly felt a pain, and her eyes went dark and she fell to the ground.

Cynthia threw away the murder weapon she picked up on the ground. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the black shadow behind her getting closer and closer. She frowned and turned in one direction, trying to throw him away.

Suddenly there was a strange howl like a wild beast in the forest, followed by several tragic screams. Cynthia stopped and looked up at Chelsea who came out from behind the tree. She said unexpectedly: "Why do you it's here?"

She deliberately chose the opposite direction from Chelsea to escape.

Chelsea didn't seem to hear Cynthia's question. She pointed at Cynthia's back and said expressionlessly, "I saved you."

Cynthia turned her head and found that those who plotted against the law had been killed by the "beast", and the "beast" was actually a relatively large rabbit.

The rabbit bounced and ran towards Chelsea, turning into gray mist and dissipating in the air halfway.

It was the first time Cynthia saw something like magic. She raised her hand and touched her chin. She was not frightened, but asked with interest: "What kind of magic is this?"

"It's witchcraft." Chelsea signaled Cynthia to follow her with her eyes, "It will be dangerous for you to go back, do you want to go with me now?"

Knowing that she was a lamb in the eyes of others, how could Cynthia go back, she followed Chelsea, trying to find out the news from her mouth, "Do you know where they want to catch me?"

"Ston Town, there is a Silver Knight team stationed there, blood slaves captured by the blood guards." Chelsea looked back into Cynthia's eyes, and whispered: "You are a descendant of the gods, blood is very popular with the blood. "

Chelsea's two short sentences contained a lot of information. Cynthia digested it silently for a while, lowered her eyes, and wanted to ask for more information from Chelsea, but when she thought of the wooden sign on her waist, it arrived. The question on the lips was swallowed again.

The identity she occupies is a young girl from the small town of Uston. If there are too many problems, it is easy for Chelsea to see through.

But in fact, Chelsea had already seen through Cynthia's disguise, "The Protoss slave wooden sign is not like that."

Moreover, the blood of the Protoss is deeply loved by the Blood Clan, and the captured Protoss are guarded tightly, and there is no possibility of escape.

Chelsea knew from the beginning that Cynthia's wooden sign was fake.

Seeing that Chelsea saw through her, instead of panicking, Cynthia smiled, "Yes, I will pay attention to this issue next time."

She threw away the useless wooden sign, touched her eyes with her hand, and asked thoughtfully, "Are the gods rare?"

Those people refer to themselves as women with golden eyes, and Chelsea has observed her eyes more than once. It seems that this pupil color may be a characteristic of the Protoss in this continent.

The Protoss... sounds very powerful, but Cynthia felt that from Chelsea's words that the blood of the Protoss is very popular with the Blood Race, it can be seen that the reality is definitely not as good as she imagined.

Chelsea didn't care much about what Cynthia was thinking, and she replied while looking for the way: "You are the first protoss I have ever seen."

They walked more and more remote, and the fog in the forest wet their hair. Cynthia looked around and frowned and asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Chelsea paused, then whispered, "I want to go out."

go out?Cynthia blinked, "But now we are going deeper and deeper."

Chelsea looked at her silently.

Cynthia looked around, recalled the route they took, and pointed in a direction, "I think we should go this way."

Chelsea didn't speak, but signaled Cynthia with her eyes to lead the way.

Guided by Cynthia, they quickly walked out of the woods. Chelsea stood outside the woods, took out a map from the space gem, and looked down to study it carefully.

Cynthia leaned against the tree with her arms folded, and looked at Chelsea carefully in the dim light. Compared with the shabby black robe she was wearing, the very low-key black cloak on Chelsea seemed very Very gorgeous.

And... Cynthia's eyes moved down and landed on Chelsea's waist. She had just seen this man take out a map out of thin air.

"Where are you going next?" Cynthia asked.

Cynthia deliberately drew boundaries with her, but Chelsea didn't seem to agree. She didn't look up, but just replied indifferently: "We're going to the small town of Ston."

Cynthia was taken aback, "Oh?"

She straightened up and asked cautiously: "Are you going to the town of Ston too?" Those people just wanted to bring her to this place to dedicate to the nobles.

Chelsea looked up at her, and hummed lightly.

Cynthia: "..."

She felt as if she had just stepped out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's mouth.