Vol 2 Chapter 383: My home (on)

Chapter 383 My Family (I)
With a complicated mood, Taylors left the ominous "Ghost Prince" tower.
The chaos and noisy in the blade camp returned to the ears.
"I guess the abrupt blockade has left many people unprepared, plus the soldiers..." The old hammer exhaled: "The entire camp is more chaotic than usual. Of course, it is not very stable."
Tyres shuttled behind the old hammer and the fast rope, struggling to squeeze through three men who quarreled with each other with different accents, and sent a blacksmith who spawned a rusty fighting sword to him, politely avoiding some thoughts. The bright makeup woman who opened his thigh petal skirt cleverly circumvented a group of nests in the dark corner of the wall to observe and see the newcomers approaching and drunk.
But when he saw a nephew's nephew reaching out to him and trying to pull out a few Northland copper coins while sighing, he was held down by the old hammer.
"Don't, you are showing your sympathy now. When you look back, there will be seven or eight people staring at you - the blade camp is not as good as it used to be," the old hammer stuffed the money bag of Tells back into his bag and watched with vigilance. Around, while patted the weapon on the body:
"A few years ago, after the blood bottle helped to shrink on a large scale, even after it was left in the blade camp, the people on the road didn't talk much about the rules. There was no bottom line until you sold your light - and you I don't know who is responsible."
The fast rope was white, as if he had thought of something, muttered a few words.
The old hammer gave Taylor a glimpse.
"Blood help?"
The old hammer nodded.
"When I was still in the army, this group of self-proclaimed blood bottles helped the underground world here. The forces were once great. They colluded with the local nobility, and the military high-ranking brothers and brothers, who lived in the blade camp. Regardless of whether the goods are smuggled or black market transactions, the street care or the flesh business, one-third of them are covered by them, and even many people who leave the army have no place to go, they will go to the blood bottle to help.
"But two or three years ago, when we returned to the blade camp, the blood bottle help force was not as good as before, at least a lot of convergence," the old hammer snorted: "I heard that they were compared in the Mainland." Their more awkward opponents have learned a lesson, and the losses have been heavy, and even the prestige here has been affected."
Tyres thoughtfully.
The accents in the mainland are mixed, and even the strange language in the distance has occasionally appeared. Various businesses and transactions come and go, and the currency of many countries is used interchangeably, so that Taylors has once again set the stage for this 'desert frontline'. impression.
The three men walked through the dusty streets, and after passing through the fortresses, a strange building appeared in front of them:
From a distance, it resembles a large bowl of inverted buckles, but it occupies a vast area, comparable to the sunset temple in Yongxing City, just like a giant in the desert covered a huge sandstone block.
This semi-circular building does not seem to have much connection with the outside world. The mottled and rough arc wall is a small hole that can be seen by blinking, and it is exposed to sunlight and sand.
In the view that Teres can see, there is only one narrow arch on the wide outer wall. It is guarded by a team of armed soldiers. The arches are dark and dark, and they are not really cut, revealing the haze and ominousness. .
Tyres had doubts in his heart.
Is this a bunker, at least a military building?
Or is it simply the residence of the commander? Then maybe, I can see it here...
"Hey, are we not going this way?" The snarling sound of the fast rope sounded, and he held his head and did not look at the building.
"Don't complain," the old hammer didn't return: "This is the fastest way."
"What do you mean?"
Taylor pointed to the half-circle bunker that the Colosseum also looked like: "That is..."
The fast rope made a strange sigh.
"The bones of the bones."
"The place you don't want to go in this world."
Looking at the guards of the guards, Tells stunned: "The bones of the prison?"
The old hammer nodded: "The entire Western Expedition and even the kingdom's recidivism is exile."
If Taylors has something to realize.
He knows this place.
At the beginning of the founding of the stars, this piece of paper came to Exeter, which was a desert, and the strange wilderness of the small countries in the south was a veritable nightmare. As a newly conquered starland, most of its territory was uninhabited and border danger. Heavy, perennial by the wind and sand, the land is unfavorable to live, in addition to due to the success of the work - many historians believe that the Falkenhaus family was sealed in the West is a disguised punishment, in fact, they reflect with Tomon The aristocratic lords of the first dynasty, the only lords who were exiled here because of sin, reluctantly took root, year after year, day after day, and became the Western West.
In the meantime, it is the cruel bone-hardness that adds color to the hardships and fierceness of the West.
I don't know when to start, especially for those who are guilty or controversial, when the ordinary convictions are no longer applicable, they will often be exiled to the West, exiled to the blade camp, and imprisoned into the notorious bones. The prison, in a new way to pay guilty to serve the sentence, not only save the troubles of the judges and local prisons, but also to the difficult West and even the blade camp to send free labor, to talk about the heavy pressure on the western front.
"Do you see the part of the ground, those small windows? That is the 'white prison' in the prison of the bones," the old hammer squinted at the ominous building, avoiding the guard's gaze: "There is a detention inside." Those who are convicted locally and who are less guilty - at least seeing the sun, can only be guilty of hard work."
It’s rare for the fast rope to be unplugged. He just looked disgustedly at the crucifixion of the shape.
"But the white prison is only a small part of the bones of the bones, and more is the 'black prison' built under the ground - countless deep caves that are not seen in the sky, specially prepared for the felons who are exiled from all over the kingdom. The heavier, the deeper the prison is, the lower the black prison, the fewer and fewer prisoners, and the more and more dangerous."
"Once you get into the black prison, there is no other way to leave, except to become a deadly death squad, fight for the charge on the battlefield or act as a bait."
Tyres fixedly stared at the foundation outside the bones of the bones, imagining the scene below.
The old hammer sighed slightly: "Of course, the death squad is not saying that there is there, and the quota is very tight. After the end of the desert war, there are not many places where the death squad is needed. Losing this opportunity, the rest of the black prison can only Waiting for the death of the old, leaving behind the bones, for the unlucky followers to step on."
"The nail of the bone is so famous."
"Let's go," the fast rope frowned unnaturally, slightly cramped: "This place makes me nervous."
The old hammer patted his shoulder: "When the fast rope arrived, he was once stuck in a white prison. I guess he was impressed."
Taylor looked at the fast rope in amazement.
But the fast rope just grinned and didn't answer.
Tyres wisely stopped asking, and he took his eyes back from the mysterious and deep bones.
They left the range of the bones of the bones and crossed the corner of a square fortress.
"So, where are we going?"
The old hammer shrugged: "My home."
Tyres can't help but see.
"Your home? I thought you said, your hometown is in the ruins?"
The old hammer chuckled and shook his head.
"Oh, I am not talking about my family, but... you will know when you arrive."
The fast rope slammed his eyes and made the misty Taylors even more confused.
But his doubts did not last long.
After crossing a dusty street again, they crowded through the crowd and came to the three-story elliptical blockade where a person came and went. The wide front door was wide enough for a carriage to enter.
"It's here," the fast rope patted the shoulders of Tells: "My home."
Taylor looked up curiously and found a huge wooden signboard hanging in front of the bunker. The signboard was engraved with a vivid wine glass pattern, sprinkled with wine, and shook slightly with the wind in the desert.
The prince's eyebrows shook involuntarily at the moment of seeing the signboard.
I saw two big words inscribed in the center of the glass:
【my home】
A small line of small characters is carved under the signboard:
[Humans will die, the orcs will fall, the queen will die, and we will never close the door - starting in the end of 462 years, Queen Elijah's glass]
With a grinning mood, Tyres followed the old hammer into the door of this "my house" pub.
What caught your eye was a dozen wooden round tables arranged indiscriminately, with the unique dust and dust of the desert, all kinds of customers and pub girls coming back and forth, staggering, noisy, noisy, from toasting to playing, even quarreling Sound and anger screaming, almost all the sounds come to the surface at the same time, so lively.
The old hammer ignored Taylor's amazed gaze, and he cooked the two men who were drunk under the table, and stuffed a copper coin into the chest of a roadside waitress. In her grievances, she decidedly and firmly Take it out and go straight to the bar.
"I always wanted to do this," said the fast rope, quietly telling Tells, and glanced at the hot waitress: "But Louisa said that I didn't have enough strength and couldn't pull my hand back."
Maybe they make sense.
Tyres looked at the fast rope that followed his eyes, silently in his heart.
"Siman," the old hammer sat on the bar and said to a gray-haired middle-aged man who was self-disciplined next to him: "We are back."
The middle-aged man turned his head and revealed a vicissitude face.
"Someone is saying that a caravan has entered the camp with a blockade," Seaman faintly squinted at the same fast rope and Taylors:
"I am worried that it is you."
The old hammer shrugged: "Obviously, your fears come true."
"How many?"
Seaman whispered: "I mean... how many reductions?"
Taylors noticed that his age is already quite large.
This topic makes the old hammer and the fast rope together.
"How are you..."
"I have been doing this for twenty years, the hammer, and I have been a soldier for ten years before that," Seaman took a sigh of relief and turned the glass on his hand: "I know what the person who lost his comrades looks like." expression."
This seems to have a magical power to isolate the noisy pub outside this corner.
The old hammer and the fast rope were silent for a long time.
Influenced by them, Thales remembered the experience in the desert, remembered the ending of the great swords who lived together for a while, and blocked the heart.
The gray-haired Seaman didn't continue. He sighed heavily and turned to the bar: "Tampa, give this person a cup of energy!"
A fierce man with a knife mark on his neck came out from behind the bar. He grabbed three bottles and grabbed a glass of wine with the eyes of Teres, and pushed it over. The fast rope had a slightly anticipated look, and he glanced at Taylors coldly.
Seaman pushed the glass to the old hammer: "How much."
The old hammer poured a sip of wine, shook his head in the snoring, and the wine glass slammed into the table, and he was not willing to breathe a sigh of relief.
The fast rope was unhappy and answered: "Six."
Seaman sneered aloud: "Who else survived?"
The old hammer looks stunned.
"Louisa, McGee, and Dean."
Seaman didn't talk, his eyes stuck to the glass.
"Right, this is Wyah..." As if to be an active atmosphere, the fast rope coughed:
"The young man we rescued on the road, to tell the truth, helped us a lot, he... Wyah, this is Seaman, one of our team's left-behind."
Tyres, who is looking at this magical pub, takes a deep breath and tries to squeeze out his smile.
But Seaman obviously didn't mean to greet him.
"Losing one, adding one, fighting one, new one, always like this..." The mercenary's left-behind looked at the bottom of the wine glass and murmured: "The fate of the mercenary, is it?"
The old hammer shook his head and his mood was not high: "No, Seaman, Wyah, he is not..."
But Seaman didn't let him talk.
"Come on, kid, it's time to start a team meeting," the left-behind waved his hand, put away the sad sadness, and took the old hammer: "Tell me the details, and wait for Dean to come back... I think Dante’s big sword will have a big turn in the near future."
They left the bar.
Fast ropes look: "I also..."
"You stay here, fast rope," the old hammer turned back and said: "Take care of Wyah, he is coming for the first time."
"But..." The fast-tracked grievances spread his hands, and the singer’s singer smiled.
Looking at the old hammer and Seaman, they walked up the stone ladder. They quickly arched their shoulders, took back half of the hand, and sat back in disappointment. They whispered: "Okay..."
Taylors couldn't think of anything to comfort the novice who was not accepted by the core of the team. He could only sit uncomfortably and think silently about the next step.
"Six?"
A hoarse voice came from the noisy pub, and Tyres and the fast rope looked up and saw the fierce pub owner wiping the glass, not knowing when he came to them.
His dark complexion is a local person who is roasting in the hot sun and the sand.
"You know, after the embargo was imposed, the number of troops coming in was beyond imagination... I was thinking then, maybe someone would have a lesson..."
The fast rope lifted his mouth: "No, Tampa."
"Don't be now."
Tyres slightly frowned, and he was impressed with the name.
The tavern owner named Tampa snorted but didn't shut up: "You have ten experienced and highly armed professional killers, and a newbie who at least seems to be able to make up a few people..."
Ignoring the voice of the fast rope protest, Tampa wiped the wine glass faster and faster: "The people who can survive in the desert are very smart, as long as Tomtin is willing to pay some tolls, sand thieves and exiles will not stand up. I will eat you at a high price..."
The fast rope exhaled painfully and slammed down on the bar.
"We met the gray hybrid, Tampa."

A lot of gray hybrids.

Tampa's hand wiping the glass stopped.
A few seconds later, when Tyres thought he was going to say something, Tampa suddenly bent down. When he got up again, there was a wine glass in front of the fast rope.
"Drink, get a good Northland ryeol, get it from the north," Tampa held a bottle of wine and filled the glass with a blank expression.
"Trust me, this is the only way."
"It works."
The fast rope was not surprised to see the wine in front of you.
But after only one second, he was slightly depressed and grabbed the glass and took a sip.
Just as Tyres wanted to find a head slip away, the pub owner suddenly gave him a sigh.
"So, fast rope... Who is this new handsome girl? Your girlfriend?"
Boom!
The fast rope put down the wine glass and coughed violently.
(End of this chapter)