The passage hidden behind the wall is dark.
It can even be described as being invisible.
The circuit here does not seem to be connected to the outside world. Although there is something like a light strip on the corner of the wall, there is no response at all when it is close to the past.
With the light from the vm, the two little players explored the passage with excitement and apprehension.
Shuri, with a red nose, clasped her hands on her shoulders and rubbed them, looking left and right.
"It's so cold... Why does it feel like the temperature here is lower than outside?"
"It's really a bit... and there's a very gloomy feeling." Yaya shrank his neck and looked ahead nervously, "Do you think there will be something strange coming out?"
"For example?"
"Ghost, or something..."
What nonsense. Hearing this thoughtless speech, Shuri sighed and said.
"Impossible, it's a sci-fi game anyway, even if something does come out, it should be something like a nibbler, a leech, or a big spider, right?"
"Hey! Don't scare me."
Yaya stopped and did not dare to move forward.
Shuri looked back at her helplessly.
"I'll just say it casually, as for... By the way, aren't you from the perception department? And the level is not low. Even if there is such a thing, the perception attribute can be an early warning."
Hearing this sentence, Yaya's face blushed, and after being coy for a while, she whispered.
"I... I'm not very good at fighting, and my experience is gained when I collect items."
Although the level has risen, but the combat experience is almost 0... Shuri tried to understand, it should be the meaning.
"It's okay, I am the same... But I thought, you are someone who died once, and you should have some experience in this area."
Yaya said with a bitter face.
"That's what I said, but I don't want to die, do you know how hard it is to have a night without a helmet?"
Really.
Shuri couldn't imagine how boring the night would be without a helmet.
This game is simply toxic.
Since the helmet is available, the social needs in reality have completely dropped to 0. She disappeared completely after get off work, and no one sent messages to harass her anymore, so she should not be seen.
A world where you don't have to deal with complicated interpersonal relationships and can do what you want without any scruples is simply amazing!
Putting her hands on Yaya's back, Shuri urged her to move forward.
"Yes yes yes... Hurry up and search, the eggs will be cold after a while."
"Yeah, don't push me."
If there was really something ahead, if they heard their voices, they might have been spotted long ago.
But Shuri, who raised the corner of his mouth, didn't panic at all.
If it really triggers a battle...
There is a lot of Yaya meat, so it should be able to eat it for a while, right?
Please feel free to go, big-breasted stars!
Shuri will go out to call for reinforcements and avenge you!
The corridor soon came to an end.
Passing through a door, the two quietly walked into a room of about twenty or thirty square meters.
It's like a warehouse, with 20 hibernation pods on display.
Seeing these dormant cabins, Yaya's eyes suddenly turned the color of silver coins.
"Sleeping cabin!"
A well-preserved hibernation pod can sell for 50~100 silver coins!
Turning her head to look at Shuri with a swipe, Yaya's eyes sparkled.
"Shuri! One and a half of us!"
"What stupid things are you talking about? You can't take the things here... But, it should be an easter egg here."
All 20 dormant cabins are closed.
Shuri walked in and took a look at the hatch cover where he was lying. But it doesn't matter if you look at it, her little face turned pale, and she said with trembling lips.
"Dead, dead..."
The dry bones were covered with a blue coat, and the organic matter had almost decayed, leaving only a layer of dry skin and mildew.
Fear arose spontaneously, she subconsciously took half a step back, and the back of her head just hit a lump of softness.
"There are so many corpses, is it because the dormant cabin is powered off?" Yaya standing behind Shuri didn't care, rubbing her chin with his right hand, staring at the mummy in the dormant cabin, lost in thought.
Seeing that she was still interested in observing, Shuri couldn't help swallowing, and whispered nervously.
"You, aren't you afraid?"
Yaya tilted her head.
"Well... if I have to say it, I'm not afraid at all. Even with the filters added, the model is quite realistic, but this is a game, right?"
"That's right, even if it's a game..."
Yaya continued speaking as a matter of course.
"And what's so scary about dead ones, they're not moving monsters. Anyway, they're much better than slimy mutated leeches."
Shuri: "..."
Totally incomprehensible! She didn't feel at all what was going on.
While talking, Yaya has already walked to the side of another dormant cabin.
While she was muttering something, she shone the light of VM on the floor, looking for some kind of trace that she couldn't see.
Suddenly, as if she had found something, she walked quickly to the side of a dormant cabin in surprise.
"Shuri! Come here! This way!"
Shuri said alertly.
"I'm not coming, tell me what's there first?"
"Don't worry, it's not a corpse! The people inside seem to be alive!"
"?!"
Hearing that there was a living person, Shuri hurried over.
At this moment, Yaya fumbled with both hands on the dormant cabin, as if they touched some switch.
There was only a whistling sound, and cold air leaked from the gap between the dormant hatch and the cabin, and then the frost-covered hatch slowly opened.
Shuri noticed that there was a young lady in a blue coat lying in the cabin like an ice coffin.
She doesn't look very old, about twenty, with slender and soft lines, and her physique is between her and Yaya. Especially striking is the long silver-white hair - and the blue eyes.
As the hatch opened, the girl woke up from her deep sleep.
However, it seemed that because she had just woken up, her expression was a little dull, and it took a long time before she looked around blankly.
The sight fell on Yaya who was closest to her, and the woman lying in the cabin spoke in a hoarse voice.
"What year is... now?"
Shuri and Yaya looked at each other.
"What did she say?"
"It seems to say 'Now'?" Occasionally, nomads would come to her stall to buy mushrooms, and Yaya learned a few phrases, but she didn't know the grammar at all.
Shuri's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly approached and drew three numbers with her fingers.
"211?"
The woman looked bewildered, but seemed to understand, with a hint of relief floating in her eyes.
"The year 211 of the Wasteland Era?"
This sleep has been more than twenty years...
Really long enough.
After staring at Yaya for a while, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she lifted her weak arm with great effort, and held her right hand.
"DNA...can you lend me some? I want to study it."
Yaya was dumbfounded.
Ah this...
Are she saying thank you to me?
"……You're welcome?"
Seemingly aware of her abruptness from Yaya's bewildered expression, the woman shyly withdrew her hand and coughed softly.
"Sorry... Occupational disease."
Shuri and Yaya glanced at each other, and whispered to each other.
"What to do?"
"It seems that a hidden mission has been triggered."
"But there are no subtitles... By the way, can you understand what she is saying?"
"Do not understand at all!"
"How about... take her to the guard first."
The two reached a consensus.
"It can only be the."
...
On the road leading to Starwood Farm.
Vanus sat in the back of the truck, his shoulders bouncing along with the truck. Glancing at the road outside the truck, he spoke to the young guard sitting next to him.
"Have you cleared all the obstacles on the road?"
"Yes."
Although he didn't want to talk to the prisoner, Nick thought of the manager's order to him, so he replied impatiently.
Vanus couldn't help but praise.
"A wise choice... There are very few survivors living in settlements who will spend effort to build those roads, but they don't know that this is the greatest wealth left to them by the pre-war society."
Every time the legion occupies an area, the first thing to do is to repair the road to it, and if conditions permit, a railway will be built.
Even though it is extremely difficult to maintain a stable transportation route on the wasteland, only by ensuring smooth logistics can the combat effectiveness of the frontline troops be guaranteed.
In order to ensure smooth logistics, they even arranged for young junior officers to lead clone light infantry to patrol along the legion's road network.
Just at this time, Vanus saw that those who cleared the road were his subordinates, his expression was a little embarrassed, and he stopped talking.
The only consolation is that his subordinates seem to be looking good?
At least they were all wearing thick clothes, and they didn't seem to have been cruelly abused, but their expressions seemed confused and numb.
Appreciating his turtle-eating expression, Nick chuckled without making a sound.
joke! Do you need to say more about the wiseness of Lord Manager?
Stupid captive!
The ten-kilometer journey was not far away, and it was a nearly straight road with not much need to slow down in the middle, so the truck arrived at the stop very quickly.
Hitting his back with the butt of his gun, Nick signaled him to get out of the car.
Vanus didn't say anything, he didn't even think about escaping in this damn weather, and jumped off the truck obediently.
Following him out of the car, Nick put his rifle on his back, stepped on the snow to the south gate of Starwood Farm, and saluted the guards on duty at the gate.
"According to the order of Lord Manager, I brought the war criminals."
The slightly older guard looked at him and nodded.
"You did a good job. The Lord Manager is in the middle room. You should take him there quickly."
"Yes!"
Nick turned around energetically, waved to Vanus, and signaled him to come over.
"Listen, I'll take you to see Lord Manager now, you'd better watch your words and deeds."
Vanus said meekly.
"Yes sir, I will."
It's been a while since the last time we met, and he really wanted to meet the person who defeated him on the battlefield.
Although it was Oliver who defeated him on the frontal battlefield, he didn't have much respect for those profiteers who barely stood in front of him relying on the strength of their equipment.
Instead, it was the survivors who rushed to the flank of his position without fear of death, which left a deeper impression on him.
When he was in the prisoner-of-war camp before, Vanus heard from his ten captains how brave the survivors were on the battlefield.
They are as flexible as normal people, interspersed back and forth, but they are more unafraid of sacrifice than clone infantry, and regard death as nothing.
What kind of charismatic leader is it that makes his soldiers have such a noble spirit of sacrifice and enthusiasm.
After working during this period of time and communicating with those brick factory workers, Vanus found some answers, but more confusion followed.
Intuition told Vanus that maybe only that person could answer the question in his heart.
Passing through the city gate, Vanus followed in the footsteps of the young guard, and soon came to a concrete structure house.
Through the half-closed windows, one could see a roaring fire.
Nick stepped forward and knocked on the door, and after getting the reply of coming in, he brought Vanus in.
There were quite a few people sitting in the room, including Luka who was in charge, the captain of the guard, and two people whom he had never seen or knew.
They seem to be discussing something.
Vanus noticed that when he entered the room, everyone looked at him.
Especially the tall strange man, after seeing his nose, his pupils froze for a while, and a hint of anger was evident in his pupils. As for the other man, who looked a little thin and dressed as a nomad, there was a trace of fear in his eyes.
Vanus probably had an idea in his mind.
Both of them should be refugees, one is a landless survivor, and the other is estimated to be a migrating herdsman, and 80% of them are from the northern or central region where the river valley is formed.
He had seen a lot of people like this when he went south, and he basically turned around and ran away when he saw his flag.
Walking in front of Lucius, Nick straightened his back, put his right hand on his chest, and said respectfully—even reverently.
"My lord, the person you want, I brought it for you!"
Looking at the guard who looked only a little older than the child, Lucius nodded appreciatively.
"Very well, it's fine for people to stay here, you go down first."
"Yes!"
When going out from the room, Nick closed the door behind him.
As the wooden door closed, the air in the room suddenly became quiet, only the crackling of firewood in the fireplace could be heard.
Vanus' Adam's apple twitched, hesitating whether he should take the initiative to say something.
However, at this time, Lucius sitting on the main seat turned his eyes away from him, and looked at the nomad with fear on his face.
"Go on."
"Yes, my lord..."
Glancing at Vanus who was standing at the door, the nomad swallowed and continued cautiously.
"We passed through the northern part of the River Valley Province, where the situation cannot be described as bad. The hills were bombed into depressions, and the hard ground turned into a quagmire. There were corpses everywhere, attracting vultures, hyenas, gnawing or even deathclaws..."
"The people of the Great Rift Valley refused to take us in. We didn't dare to stay there. We could only bypass the battlefield along the west side and continue south. However, the situation on the south side was also very bad. The VIPs of the Legion fled everywhere. We were unlucky to meet 2 people were killed, and 5 people were killed before one was killed and the other was controlled. After questioning, we learned that the people of the Great Rift Valley won, the Legion's expeditionary army was defeated, and General Klass died in the chaos. "
Expeditionary army defeated?
Vanus had a blank expression on his face.
However, for some reason, when he heard the news, there was no wave in his heart. Obviously until half a month ago, he still firmly believed that General Klass was invincible, but at this moment he felt a sense of relief.
it is finally over.
Standing in the room, Lex glanced at him, slightly twitching the corners of his mouth, with a slightly mocking expression, but he didn't expect that the man didn't look at him at all, so he turned his eyes back in disappointment.
Lucius stared at the nomad and asked, "Is the news reliable?"
The nomad was obedient.
"My lord, I don't know, but it should be accurate... After all, it was said by the legion."
The people of the legion said it themselves. The reliability should still be quite high.
Lucius fell into deep thought.
At this time, the captain of the guard who was standing aside stepped forward with Wrench and said with a serious expression.
"My lord, if the broken army of the legion continues to go south, we may not be long before we will encounter those locusts. I suggest digging trenches in the north of Starwood Farm, building fortifications, and deploying patrols further north. Set up outposts in the wooden area and the northern urban area respectively."
Old Luka also remonstrated.
"I think so too."
Building defense lines and expanding the scope of patrols are the most basic and inevitable. I'm afraid this winter will be more lively than I imagined.
Lucius nodded in agreement, then looked at the nomad and continued, "Have you learned anything else along the way?"
The nomad froze for a moment, frowned and thought hard for a while, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and hurriedly said.
"When we passed by Caxton City, we heard a rumor from the survivors who stayed there to rest...but I'm not sure if it's accurate."
Lucius looked at him and said.
"You say."
The nomad continued cautiously.
"They say that in the central and western part of the River Valley Province, a huge predator tribe is rising rapidly. Some say that they have absorbed part of the broken soldiers of the legion, while others say that they themselves are the broken soldiers of the legion. They burn, kill, plunder, and do all kinds of evil."
Lucius asked.
"What are their names?"
Whispered the nomad.
"Bone Chew, my lord, I remember it's called Bone Chew."
"It must be those people from the legion!" Lex cursed, "Those bugs are like the plague, and there must be no good things in the place where they are!"
Vanus didn't dare to make a sound, trying to pretend to be air.
Old Luka looked at Lucius and said in a low voice.
"My lord, the chaos is spreading, I have an ominous premonition."
Does this still require a hunch?
Lightly tapping the armrest of the chair with his index finger, Lucius stared at the apprehensive nomad in front of him, lost in thought.
Like Lex, Wade and the others, this group of nomads also migrated from the north, but they were obviously not from the same tribe.
More than 50 people are not too many, but less than 30% of the labor force is young and middle-aged, and it is obvious that there are many battles along the way.
Another thing that Lucius is more interested in is that besides five yaks, these people also raise a certain number of poultry.
This was definitely a surprise.
He hasn't eaten tea eggs for a long time, and he nearly forgot the taste of boiled eggs.
After a long time, Lucius spoke.
"Your tribe is allowed to migrate to Wetland Park and stay with other nomadic tribes who have migrated here."
The man breathed a sigh of relief, knelt down gratefully on the spot, and put his head on the floor.
"Thank you, my lord! My tribe and I will serve you to the death!"
"The word spear is too murderous and easy to confuse. You came from winter, so you will be called Frost Spear from now on." Looking at the man kneeling on the ground, Lucius continued, "I will confirm your loyalty with my eyes. Now Stand up, we don't do kneeling here. You don't need to kneel when you see me, just put your right fist on your left chest."
"Yes! Thank you, my lord, for giving me the name!"
Frost Spear, who had been named, withdrew happily.
It doesn't matter what the name is. The key is who gave the name.
In the culture of most tribal people and refugees in the wasteland, giving a name means acceptance and naturalization. They will pass part of the name down from generation to generation until the bloodline dies.
As soon as the door was opened and closed, a trace of cold air was blown into the room.
Lucius then looked at Vanus who was standing by the door, and said.
"Now, let's discuss your problem."
The passage hidden behind the wall is dark.
It can even be described as being invisible.
The circuit here does not seem to be connected to the outside world. Although there is something like a light strip on the corner of the wall, there is no response at all when it is close to the past.
With the light from the vm, the two little players explored the passage with excitement and apprehension.
Shuri, with a red nose, clasped her hands on her shoulders and rubbed them, looking left and right.
"It's so cold... Why does it feel like the temperature here is lower than outside?"
"It's really a bit... and there's a very gloomy feeling." Yaya shrank his neck and looked ahead nervously, "Do you think there will be something strange coming out?"
"For example?"
"Ghost, or something..."
What nonsense. Hearing this thoughtless speech, Shuri sighed and said.
"Impossible, it's a sci-fi game anyway, even if something does come out, it should be something like a nibbler, a leech, or a big spider, right?"
"Hey! Don't scare me."
Yaya stopped and did not dare to move forward.
Shuri looked back at her helplessly.
"I'll just say it casually, as for... By the way, aren't you from the perception department? And the level is not low. Even if there is such a thing, the perception attribute can be an early warning."
Hearing this sentence, Yaya's face blushed, and after being coy for a while, she whispered.
"I... I'm not very good at fighting, and my experience is gained when I collect items."
Although the level has risen, but the combat experience is almost 0... Shuri tried to understand, it should be the meaning.
"It's okay, I am the same... But I thought, you are someone who died once, and you should have some experience in this area."
Yaya said with a bitter face.
"That's what I said, but I don't want to die, do you know how hard it is to have a night without a helmet?"
Really.
Shuri couldn't imagine how boring the night would be without a helmet.
This game is simply toxic.
Since the helmet is available, the social needs in reality have completely dropped to 0. She disappeared completely after get off work, and no one sent messages to harass her anymore, so she should not be seen.
A world where you don't have to deal with complicated interpersonal relationships and can do what you want without any scruples is simply amazing!
Putting her hands on Yaya's back, Shuri urged her to move forward.
"Yes yes yes... Hurry up and search, the eggs will be cold after a while."
"Yeah, don't push me."
If there was really something ahead, if they heard their voices, they might have been spotted long ago.
But Shuri, who raised the corner of his mouth, didn't panic at all.
If it really triggers a battle...
There is a lot of Yaya meat, so it should be able to eat it for a while, right?
Please feel free to go, big-breasted stars!
Shuri will go out to call for reinforcements and avenge you!
The corridor soon came to an end.
Passing through a door, the two quietly walked into a room of about twenty or thirty square meters.
It's like a warehouse, with 20 hibernation pods on display.
Seeing these dormant cabins, Yaya's eyes suddenly turned the color of silver coins.
"Sleeping cabin!"
A well-preserved hibernation pod can sell for 50~100 silver coins!
Turning her head to look at Shuri with a swipe, Yaya's eyes sparkled.
"Shuri! One and a half of us!"
"What stupid things are you talking about? You can't take the things here... But, it should be an easter egg here."
All 20 dormant cabins are closed.
Shuri walked in and took a look at the hatch cover where he was lying. But it doesn't matter if you look at it, her little face turned pale, and she said with trembling lips.
"Dead, dead..."
The dry bones were covered with a blue coat, and the organic matter had almost decayed, leaving only a layer of dry skin and mildew.
Fear arose spontaneously, she subconsciously took half a step back, and the back of her head just hit a lump of softness.
"There are so many corpses, is it because the dormant cabin is powered off?" Yaya standing behind Shuri didn't care, rubbing her chin with his right hand, staring at the mummy in the dormant cabin, lost in thought.
Seeing that she was still interested in observing, Shuri couldn't help swallowing, and whispered nervously.
"You, aren't you afraid?"
Yaya tilted her head.
"Well... if I have to say it, I'm not afraid at all. Even with the filters added, the model is quite realistic, but this is a game, right?"
"That's right, even if it's a game..."
Yaya continued speaking as a matter of course.
"And what's so scary about dead ones, they're not moving monsters. Anyway, they're much better than slimy mutated leeches."
Shuri: "..."
Totally incomprehensible! She didn't feel at all what was going on.
While talking, Yaya has already walked to the side of another dormant cabin.
While she was muttering something, she shone the light of VM on the floor, looking for some kind of trace that she couldn't see.
Suddenly, as if she had found something, she walked quickly to the side of a dormant cabin in surprise.
"Shuri! Come here! This way!"
Shuri said alertly.
"I'm not coming, tell me what's there first?"
"Don't worry, it's not a corpse! The people inside seem to be alive!"
"?!"
Hearing that there was a living person, Shuri hurried over.
At this moment, Yaya fumbled with both hands on the dormant cabin, as if they touched some switch.
There was only a whistling sound, and cold air leaked from the gap between the dormant hatch and the cabin, and then the frost-covered hatch slowly opened.
Shuri noticed that there was a young lady in a blue coat lying in the cabin like an ice coffin.
She doesn't look very old, about twenty, with slender and soft lines, and her physique is between her and Yaya. Especially striking is the long silver-white hair - and the blue eyes.
As the hatch opened, the girl woke up from her deep sleep.
However, it seemed that because she had just woken up, her expression was a little dull, and it took a long time before she looked around blankly.
The sight fell on Yaya who was closest to her, and the woman lying in the cabin spoke in a hoarse voice.
"What year is... now?"
Shuri and Yaya looked at each other.
"What did she say?"
"It seems to say 'Now'?" Occasionally, nomads would come to her stall to buy mushrooms, and Yaya learned a few phrases, but she didn't know the grammar at all.
Shuri's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly approached and drew three numbers with her fingers.
"211?"
The woman looked bewildered, but seemed to understand, with a hint of relief floating in her eyes.
"The year 211 of the Wasteland Era?"
This sleep has been more than twenty years...
Really long enough.
After staring at Yaya for a while, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she lifted her weak arm with great effort, and held her right hand.
"DNA...can you lend me some? I want to study it."
Yaya was dumbfounded.
Ah this...
Are she saying thank you to me?
"……You're welcome?"
Seemingly aware of her abruptness from Yaya's bewildered expression, the woman shyly withdrew her hand and coughed softly.
"Sorry... Occupational disease."
Shuri and Yaya glanced at each other, and whispered to each other.
"What to do?"
"It seems that a hidden mission has been triggered."
"But there are no subtitles... By the way, can you understand what she is saying?"
"Do not understand at all!"
"How about... take her to the guard first."
The two reached a consensus.
"It can only be the."
...
On the road leading to Starwood Farm.
Vanus sat in the back of the truck, his shoulders bouncing along with the truck. Glancing at the road outside the truck, he spoke to the young guard sitting next to him.
"Have you cleared all the obstacles on the road?"
"Yes."
Although he didn't want to talk to the prisoner, Nick thought of the manager's order to him, so he replied impatiently.
Vanus couldn't help but praise.
"A wise choice... There are very few survivors living in settlements who will spend effort to build those roads, but they don't know that this is the greatest wealth left to them by the pre-war society."
Every time the legion occupies an area, the first thing to do is to repair the road to it, and if conditions permit, a railway will be built.
Even though it is extremely difficult to maintain a stable transportation route on the wasteland, only by ensuring smooth logistics can the combat effectiveness of the frontline troops be guaranteed.
In order to ensure smooth logistics, they even arranged for young junior officers to lead clone light infantry to patrol along the legion's road network.
Just at this time, Vanus saw that those who cleared the road were his subordinates, his expression was a little embarrassed, and he stopped talking.
The only consolation is that his subordinates seem to be looking good?
At least they were all wearing thick clothes, and they didn't seem to have been cruelly abused, but their expressions seemed confused and numb.
Appreciating his turtle-eating expression, Nick chuckled without making a sound.
joke! Do you need to say more about the wiseness of Lord Manager?
Stupid captive!
The ten-kilometer journey was not far away, and it was a nearly straight road with not much need to slow down in the middle, so the truck arrived at the stop very quickly.
Hitting his back with the butt of his gun, Nick signaled him to get out of the car.
Vanus didn't say anything, he didn't even think about escaping in this damn weather, and jumped off the truck obediently.
Following him out of the car, Nick put his rifle on his back, stepped on the snow to the south gate of Starwood Farm, and saluted the guards on duty at the gate.
"According to the order of Lord Manager, I brought the war criminals."
The slightly older guard looked at him and nodded.
"You did a good job. The Lord Manager is in the middle room. You should take him there quickly."
"Yes!"
Nick turned around energetically, waved to Vanus, and signaled him to come over.
"Listen, I'll take you to see Lord Manager now, you'd better watch your words and deeds."
Vanus said meekly.
"Yes sir, I will."
It's been a while since the last time we met, and he really wanted to meet the person who defeated him on the battlefield.
Although it was Oliver who defeated him on the frontal battlefield, he didn't have much respect for those profiteers who barely stood in front of him relying on the strength of their equipment.
Instead, it was the survivors who rushed to the flank of his position without fear of death, which left a deeper impression on him.
When he was in the prisoner-of-war camp before, Vanus heard from his ten captains how brave the survivors were on the battlefield.
They are as flexible as normal people, interspersed back and forth, but they are more unafraid of sacrifice than clone infantry, and regard death as nothing.
What kind of charismatic leader is it that makes his soldiers have such a noble spirit of sacrifice and enthusiasm.
After working during this period of time and communicating with those brick factory workers, Vanus found some answers, but more confusion followed.
Intuition told Vanus that maybe only that person could answer the question in his heart.
Passing through the city gate, Vanus followed in the footsteps of the young guard, and soon came to a concrete structure house.
Through the half-closed windows, one could see a roaring fire.
Nick stepped forward and knocked on the door, and after getting the reply of coming in, he brought Vanus in.
There were quite a few people sitting in the room, including Luka who was in charge, the captain of the guard, and two people whom he had never seen or knew.
They seem to be discussing something.
Vanus noticed that when he entered the room, everyone looked at him.
Especially the tall strange man, after seeing his nose, his pupils froze for a while, and a hint of anger was evident in his pupils. As for the other man, who looked a little thin and dressed as a nomad, there was a trace of fear in his eyes.
Vanus probably had an idea in his mind.
Both of them should be refugees, one is a landless survivor, and the other is estimated to be a migrating herdsman, and 80% of them are from the northern or central region where the river valley is formed.
He had seen a lot of people like this when he went south, and he basically turned around and ran away when he saw his flag.
Walking in front of Lucius, Nick straightened his back, put his right hand on his chest, and said respectfully—even reverently.
"My lord, the person you want, I brought it for you!"
Looking at the guard who looked only a little older than the child, Lucius nodded appreciatively.
"Very well, it's fine for people to stay here, you go down first."
"Yes!"
When going out from the room, Nick closed the door behind him.
As the wooden door closed, the air in the room suddenly became quiet, only the crackling of firewood in the fireplace could be heard.
Vanus' Adam's apple twitched, hesitating whether he should take the initiative to say something.
However, at this time, Lucius sitting on the main seat turned his eyes away from him, and looked at the nomad with fear on his face.
"Go on."
"Yes, my lord..."
Glancing at Vanus who was standing at the door, the nomad swallowed and continued cautiously.
"We passed through the northern part of the River Valley Province, where the situation cannot be described as bad. The hills were bombed into depressions, and the hard ground turned into a quagmire. There were corpses everywhere, attracting vultures, hyenas, gnawing or even deathclaws..."
"The people of the Great Rift Valley refused to take us in. We didn't dare to stay there. We could only bypass the battlefield along the west side and continue south. However, the situation on the south side was also very bad. The VIPs of the Legion fled everywhere. We were unlucky to meet 2 people were killed, and 5 people were killed before one was killed and the other was controlled. After questioning, we learned that the people of the Great Rift Valley won, the Legion's expeditionary army was defeated, and General Klass died in the chaos. "
Expeditionary army defeated?
Vanus had a blank expression on his face.
However, for some reason, when he heard the news, there was no wave in his heart. Obviously until half a month ago, he still firmly believed that General Klass was invincible, but at this moment he felt a sense of relief.
it is finally over.
Standing in the room, Lex glanced at him, slightly twitching the corners of his mouth, with a slightly mocking expression, but he didn't expect that the man didn't look at him at all, so he turned his eyes back in disappointment.
Lucius stared at the nomad and asked, "Is the news reliable?"
The nomad was obedient.
"My lord, I don't know, but it should be accurate... After all, it was said by the legion."
The people of the legion said it themselves. The reliability should still be quite high.
Lucius fell into deep thought.
At this time, the captain of the guard who was standing aside stepped forward with Wrench and said with a serious expression.
"My lord, if the broken army of the legion continues to go south, we may not be long before we will encounter those locusts. I suggest digging trenches in the north of Starwood Farm, building fortifications, and deploying patrols further north. Set up outposts in the wooden area and the northern urban area respectively."
Old Luka also remonstrated.
"I think so too."
Building defense lines and expanding the scope of patrols are the most basic and inevitable. I'm afraid this winter will be more lively than I imagined.
Lucius nodded in agreement, then looked at the nomad and continued, "Have you learned anything else along the way?"
The nomad froze for a moment, frowned and thought hard for a while, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and hurriedly said.
"When we passed by Caxton City, we heard a rumor from the survivors who stayed there to rest...but I'm not sure if it's accurate."
Lucius looked at him and said.
"You say."
The nomad continued cautiously.
"They say that in the central and western part of the River Valley Province, a huge predator tribe is rising rapidly. Some say that they have absorbed part of the broken soldiers of the legion, while others say that they themselves are the broken soldiers of the legion. They burn, kill, plunder, and do all kinds of evil."
Lucius asked.
"What are their names?"
Whispered the nomad.
"Bone Chew, my lord, I remember it's called Bone Chew."
"It must be those people from the legion!" Lex cursed, "Those bugs are like the plague, and there must be no good things in the place where they are!"
Vanus didn't dare to make a sound, trying to pretend to be air.
Old Luka looked at Lucius and said in a low voice.
"My lord, the chaos is spreading, I have an ominous premonition."
Does this still require a hunch?
Lightly tapping the armrest of the chair with his index finger, Lucius stared at the apprehensive nomad in front of him, lost in thought.
Like Lex, Wade and the others, this group of nomads also migrated from the north, but they were obviously not from the same tribe.
More than 50 people are not too many, but less than 30% of the labor force is young and middle-aged, and it is obvious that there are many battles along the way.
Another thing that Lucius is more interested in is that besides five yaks, these people also raise a certain number of poultry.
This was definitely a surprise.
He hasn't eaten tea eggs for a long time, and he nearly forgot the taste of boiled eggs.
After a long time, Lucius spoke.
"Your tribe is allowed to migrate to Wetland Park and stay with other nomadic tribes who have migrated here."
The man breathed a sigh of relief, knelt down gratefully on the spot, and put his head on the floor.
"Thank you, my lord! My tribe and I will serve you to the death!"
"The word spear is too murderous and easy to confuse. You came from winter, so you will be called Frost Spear from now on." Looking at the man kneeling on the ground, Lucius continued, "I will confirm your loyalty with my eyes. Now Stand up, we don't do kneeling here. You don't need to kneel when you see me, just put your right fist on your left chest."
"Yes! Thank you, my lord, for giving me the name!"
Frost Spear, who had been named, withdrew happily.
It doesn't matter what the name is. The key is who gave the name.
In the culture of most tribal people and refugees in the wasteland, giving a name means acceptance and naturalization. They will pass part of the name down from generation to generation until the bloodline dies.
As soon as the door was opened and closed, a trace of cold air was blown into the room.
Lucius then looked at Vanus who was standing by the door, and said.
"Now, let's discuss your problem."
