It was noon and the sun was shining.

Several vultures with thieves heads and minds flew past the rugged raging mountains, glided in the low altitude, projecting their ominous shadows on the desolate wilderness of the Soul-Splitting Land.

Soon, they followed a few running hyenas and found their own foraging locations.

It was not far from the foot of the Lu Tao Mountains, a land with strange dark red appearance, as if a very disharmonious dark spot growing on the skin of the wasteland made of light yellow sand.

The vultures followed the smell of rotten corpses and rotten flesh, flapping their wings downwards.

So, their hazel eyes that were good at discovering death, indeed, found death.

The dull color of that land was not naturally generated, but was formed by the combined effect of blood and flames. On this dark sand, hundreds of twisted, broken, and dirty human corpses crisscrossed, like Picasso's famous painting "Gernica", form a projection of hell on earth.

The weeds that Mr. Yuan grew up on this land have been burned by war and have now become carbonized. Now they are more like stretching out from the depths of hell. The dark and crisp fingers are trembling in the early winter wind, as if they will dissipate into ashes and leave with the wind at any time.

On the edge of the mass grave, there are also the wreckage of several trucks: the horses pulling the truck and the goods on the truck have long disappeared.

On the empty carriage, there were a few vultures who had arrived one step ahead. Judging from their bulging belly, it was obvious that they had already enjoyed a rotten meal among these unburied human corpses.

But this land full of death and disaster is not without human breath.

Two thin figures were walking among the corpses.

These are two pale and thin children. The boy is sixteen or seventeen years old, and the girl is younger, and she looks like a brother and sister.

Under the gaze of the vultures, they inspected the corpses on the ground one by one - the boy among the brothers and sisters, peeled off the corpses and handed them to their sister, who put the results of his collection into a cloth bag.

Occasionally, they would find a few copper coins or some treasure objects worth a little money from the body. Whenever this happened, the faces of the brother and sister would be filled with joy.

To these two children walking among the corpses, the vultures on the wasteland just twisted their necks and looked at them, without any other reaction, and they were still focusing on their own foraging;

The vultures were devoted to pecking at the eyes of the dead, while the children were dedicated to collecting the relics of the dead;

In this wasteland where every creature has done its best to survive, there seems to be no difference between humans and vultures.

A sound of horse hooves from afar broke the peace of the mass grave.

Standing on the corpse, the vultures on the wreckage of the truck suddenly became alarmed and flew with their wings, like a large cloud rising;

The hyenas cruising around the mass grave heard the sound of horse hooves, and looked back slightly unwillingly, and fled with their tails;

The brother and sister who were focused on collecting property from the corpse had a hearing that was not as sharp as the animals. Therefore, when the loud sound of horse hooves came into their eardrums, the three knights had already rode their horses to the edge of the mass grave.

The boy quickly jumped up from the corpse, grabbed his sister's hand and fled to the other side of the mass grave; the little girl followed her brother's pace with difficulty, but her little hand still held the cloth bag full of "trophy" tightly and did not dare to let go.

The couple, through the corpses, stumbled away, and finally shrank into two blurry shadows on the wasteland in the eyes of the three knights.

Xiahou Yan held the reins in his hand, looked at the escaped child, and then looked at the mass graves with corpses everywhere in front of him, with a complicated expression.

On his left and right are Alice Comstock and Clement.

The three people from the Igor family came from Shuangfeng Ridge early this morning to investigate the battle locations of the two bandits to confirm the credibility of Rocky's intelligence.

Like the Lord, Clement, the Death Knight, stared at the escaped two children for a long time, sighed:

"A young man is just a corpse searcher..."

Xiahou Yan had a little impression of the word "corpse searcher": in the past war-torn era, the empire often had large-scale wars with demons and orcs, and the participants in the war were killed and injured. Therefore, a large number of imperial people relied on plundering equipment from the bodies of the dead soldiers, and their property was considered a livelihood.

For the Knight of Thorns who lived eight hundred years ago, the concept of "corpse searcher" is obviously quite friendly.

What Xiahou Yan did not expect was that although this traditional profession had disappeared from the mainland of the empire, it was still preserved on the barbaric southern wasteland.

"Is it enough for them to survive by sacking the bodies?" Alice looked at the two children with a little maternal pity.

"I don't think it's enough." Clement, who has made up for the history of the empire recently, shrugged, "There are fewer wars now than in our past. Moreover, although there are often looting and firefighting on the wasteland, there should not be robberies that can be plundered every day - not to mention, I see that there are no valuable items on these corpses, and they must have been cleaned up by the bandits."

Xiahou Yan remained silent, and the two warriors beside him stopped talking.

No one went to discuss the authenticity of Rocky's intelligence, because the huge golden goshawk emblem painted on the wreckage of the carriages next to them was the best proof of the identity of many of the dead in this mass grave.

However, Xiahou Yan still climbed off the horse, walked to the corpse himself, and used a crowbar to check the clothes of the deceased.

As Rocky said, the dead here are divided into two categories: those with more messy clothes, they should be all Igor leaders in Katerina's team; those who wear cotton clothes and black cloth strips are all tied with their right arm are obviously bandits who were both part of the same village and died here in the firefight.

Logically speaking, the other bandits involved in the firefight must have been killed or injured, but Xiahou Yan did not find their bodies nearby: Obviously, after the great victory, the bandits were very loyal to transport all their companions' bodies back for burial.

Standing among the corpses and on the land soaked in blood, Xiahou Yan felt dizzy when he smelled the disgusting smell of rotten corpses in the air.

Unlike the simple fear brought by facing the tide of corpses in the infected area, what is now overflowing around him is the extremely heavy breath of death, just like a substantial amount of death.

Even though he was a human being for two lifetimes and had a much more intelligent mind than ordinary people, Xiahou Yan couldn't help feeling strong nausea and nausea.

Someone gently held his arm.

Xiahou Yan turned his head and saw Alice's wet eyes and her slightly trembling red lips.

"It's Uncle Otto..." The female swordsman stretched out her right hand with some difficulty, pointed to the body of an Igor leader not far away and whispered, "He... He was my neighbor before and often drank with my father."

Xiahou Yan stared at the corpse for a while.

The corpse's cheeks were half pecked by vultures, and one eyeball had disappeared. A huge gap was opened on the abdomen of the corpse, with no internal organs.

Like all the corpses on this battlefield site, it was put on hold for too long after its death and had been destroyed by its own corrupt and foraging animals, and could not be resurrected at all.

"So, Rocky's information is credible, there is nothing to see here..." Clement stood behind the two of them and whispered to the Lord, "Sir, let's go back to the camp."

The Death Knight's voice was unexpectedly gentle and calm - this thorn knight, eight hundred years ago, was obviously more adaptable to the cruelty of death than Lord Lord and Alice.

"No, don't go back now." Xiahou Yan took a deep breath and forced himself to look away from the body. "Clement, do you remember Rocky's saying, where is the camp of the bandit?"
Chapter completed!