Chapter 6 The deserted village

Ron roughly observed the surrounding environment: the entrance of the goblin's nest was halfway up the mountain, in front of the door was a cliff, and under the cliff was a dried-up riverbed.

"I know of three villages," Driver pointed in three directions, "There is one in the north, the closest; there is one in the southwest, you can get there by following the river below; and the farthest one is in the east."

"How about going to the nearest one first?" Ivy suggested.

"A disaster is going to happen in the north, so it's better to stay away from it," Ron shook his head, "and they were originally planning to migrate to the north, and that village is the closest, so there must be nothing left."

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"Let's go to the southwest, Driver, you lead the way."

Ivy wanted to say something else, but after thinking about it carefully, it made sense, and her current physical condition did not allow her to have her own ideas, so she had to slowly go down the mountain with the help of Ron.

"In fact, we have a rope ladder and a rope that can go down directly," Driver glanced at Ivy, "but this burden..."

"Who do you say is a burden?!" Ivy's thin eyebrows stood up immediately, "I can beat you up a dozen times when I'm not injured!"

"I believe it," Driver smiled cunningly, and his voice and smile made the goblin hunter look extremely evil, "so they released the wolves and mice, and almost bit you to death."

Going down the riverbed, there was no roar of birds and beasts, no sound of water and trees, and Driver and Ivy's occasional bickering became the best background music.

Walking and stopping until the afternoon, even Ron joined the melee.

In the evening, the sun, which was almost setting, finally spared this land, and the slightly raised evening breeze brought some coolness.

"Tsk, no more, no more! I'm dying of thirst!"

Ivy waved her hand dryly to drive Driver away from her side-this guy did have a blood bag to replenish some water!

But it's hard to tell what kind of blood it is, she doesn't dare to drink it!

"Let's replenish it," Ron took the leather bag full of blood, tilted his head, drank two mouthfuls without touching his mouth, and handed it to Ivy, "Although the blood has a high protein content, it will cause elevated blood ammonia after decomposition, and long-term consumption will cause liver toxicity and cause diseases of the central nervous system, but now is a special period, it is more important to maintain physical strength-especially since you are a patient."

Ivy looked at Ron like a monster: "How can you! That may be human blood!"

"Is what kind of blood important?"

"No, I mean of course it is important! I will never drink it! We should be able to reach the village soon..."

Ivy licked her chapped lips. It would be a lie to say she was not thirsty. Her throat was about to smoke, and her throat felt as uncomfortable as if she had swallowed a blade, but...drink blood?

"The people in the village moved away because of water shortage, how could they leave water resources behind?" Ron shook his head and returned the blood bag to Driver. "Is the shadow in front that village?"

"Yes, that's it!" Driver nodded firmly, "I know that wall!"

"I went there to steal things before, and I almost got hung up on it when I ran away!"

This is the advantage of races with dark vision. Ron, a human with poor eyesight, can only barely see the outline of objects in dim light, but in Driver's eyes, those wooden walls are so clear that they can't be clearer.

But speaking of it, don't half-elves also have dark vision?

"Aren't I talking to you?!" Ivy snorted, "I saw it before you all, so I didn't want to..."

But in fact, as Ron speculated, the villagers here migrated because of drought. When the three walked into the deserted village, the most common things to see were those discarded bottles, cans, barrels, and basins.

Ron picked up a stone and threw it into the dry well in the center of the village. No sound of water could be heard.

"This..." Ivy was dumbfounded. She didn't pay much attention to these villages when she came here, and she didn't expect this to happen.

"In fact, there are other ways to replenish water," Driver dug up the sand under a wall with his hands and pulled out a small animal that looked like a scorpion, "They also store water in their bodies."

It seems that Driver is enthusiastically teaching Ivy how to survive in the wild, but looking at the smirk on his face, Ron estimated that this little animal must be not that simple.

Sure enough, after Ivy saw the clues and decisively rejected the "suggestion" of the goblin hunter. Driver, who failed to tease people, threw away the insect in his hand and caught another variety and put it in his mouth.

"That spicy." He explained to Ron.

Ivy, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, didn't care at all.

The half-elf looted almost the entire village in a fit of anger, but when she finally returned to the empty house where she rested and met Ron and Driver who were building a bonfire, the things she brought back could even be carried with two hands.

A few candles, flints, a thin and worn-out quilt, and even a few pieces of hemp ropes.

If Driver hadn't brought enough dry food (meat) and water (blood) for three people for five days, they would have starved.

"Gulp gulp-ha-"

Ivy, who had accepted her fate, had to let go of her reserve. After drinking the blood plasma, she ate three pieces of barbecue before she stopped. Driver was stunned by her appetite.

"You guys take a rest first, I'll be in charge of the first half of the night." Ron made a "please" gesture to the house, and sat down by the fire.

This was his first night in this world. With curiosity and vigilance, Ron looked at the world around him with the firelight in front of him.

The village was surrounded by a wooden wall about one person high, with a well in the center. The houses of each family were scattered around, and there was no uniform building material or style.

From thatched houses to adobe houses to stone houses, they were the same as those built by thirty little pigs.

And looking up, it was a starry sky that only existed in Ron's childhood memory, especially at this time when the climate was dry and clouds were hard to see. The stars in the sky became brighter in Ron's eyes. It formed a sharp contrast with the dark background color in the distance.

Ron suddenly blinked his eyes. Was it a flower?

Just now, it seemed that a few black shadows flashed past the entrance of the village.

Could it be...

Ron didn't know what he should or shouldn't expect, but it was too late to say anything now, and protecting himself was the most important thing.

However, there were no weapons around, so Ron pulled up a thick branch from the fire, with a burning flame on it, driving away the unknown darkness around him.