People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 335 Qi·Traveler·Xiaobai

The Sarkaz looked at each other, and some of the more vigilant ones had already put their hands on their weapons.

"Hey, are you guys going out for an outing?"

Before Qi Yan even got close, he had already waved his hand and greeted her cheerfully: "That's not right, it's autumn now, so you should be considered as stepping on the yellow."

"That's called an autumn outing!" the Witch King shouted immediately.

All the Sarkaz were a little overwhelmed by this outspoken guy.

Finally, one of them coughed lightly and stepped forward to ask:

"Who are you?"

"I?"

Qi Yan's expression gradually became serious, and he said earnestly: "I am a traveler, wandering around this land, enjoying the infinite scenery of Terra, from Ursus to Casimir, from Kjerag to Victoria, my footprints will eventually cover the entire Terra continent.

As for my name, you can call me...Traveler!"

The Sarkaz were stunned by Qi Yan's words. Although they didn't quite understand why, they felt that he was very powerful.

Qi Yan struck while the iron was hot and said:

"I can see that you are all exhausted and must be travelers."

"No, we just got lost." The Sarkaz who spoke said in a muffled voice.

Qi Yan nodded in understanding, and then said more enthusiastically:

"Do you need me, a traveler, to lead the way for you?

How about paying me with the stories you tell along the way?"

The Sarkaz suddenly felt excited.

They were really led by their own captain, which caused them to suffer psychological trauma.

Now they finally met a seemingly capable traveler. With this person leading the way, their journey would be much easier.

However, these Sarkaz did not take it lightly. They gathered around their captain and began to discuss in low voices.

"This traveler doesn't seem to have any bad intentions. Do you want to trust him for once?"

"You can read a map, so there's no need to take risks."

"I am just the tallest among the short ones in our team. How can I compare with this traveler who travels around the northern countries of Terra?"

All the Sarkaz were a little excited.

They all looked at their captain, waiting for him to make the final decision.

The burly Sarkaz captain bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly, but still reminded:

"You can ask him to lead the way, but don't trust others blindly. After all, we are Sarkaz."

All the Sarkaz breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, a representative was elected to come forward and shake hands with Qi Yan:

"Thank you for your enthusiastic help, traveler. Please allow me to introduce myself. We are a team of Sarkaz mercenaries, following our captain Mudstone.

Of course, we also have our own principles and do not accept those hired tasks that involve murder and arson. You can rest assured about this.”

Qi Yan stretched out his hand and shook hands with the Sarkaz, without any disdain, and smiled brightly:

"What a coincidence! I am also a principled person. I believe in the principle that everyone should be happy for you, and I never kill or burn anything."

Seeing that Qi Yan really did not care about his and others' identities, and was not at all reserved in his words and deeds, the Sarkaz couldn't help but feel a bit of good impression of him.

In this land, the triple identities of Sarkaz, mercenaries, and infected people are superimposed on each other. Not to mention that they are hated by everyone, they are definitely at the bottom of the contempt chain.

"By the way, who is this person next to you?"

Sarkaz turned his head and looked at the shadow of the Witch King beside him.

Before the Witch King could introduce himself, Qi Yan spoke first:

"Don't worry about him, he is my Originium Skill."

Witch King: “…”

Seeing the Sarkaz looking at him with doubtful eyes, the Witch King nodded and said:

"That's right. I am a ruthless machine that releases Originium skills, and an emotionless navigation tool."

All the Sarkaz, including their captain Mudstone, were a little surprised.

This was the first time they had seen the Witch King's strange Originium skills.

No matter how you look at him, he is a special individual with independent thinking ability.

But seeing that Qi Yan and the Witch King had said so, the Sarkaz did not choose to investigate further.

Everyone has their own secrets, and exploring them rashly will only make people dislike you.

"Well, traveler, please lead the way and help us find a place to rest." Sarkaz asked, "We have been walking for a long time and the brothers are very tired."

"No problem, leave it to me."

Qi Yan patted his chest so hard that it made a thumping sound, then turned his head and looked directly at the Witch King.

The Witch King sighed, raised his hand and pointed in a direction resignedly:

“That’s Warrenmud over there. We can get closer to the mobile town and then find a place to rest nearby.

Because this place is close to the Winter Spirit Mountains, many people from villages or small settlements will follow the mobile town. According to convention, the vacant land they leave is on a first-come, first-served basis, so we can just find one and use it."

Upon hearing this, the group did not delay any longer and immediately headed in the direction indicated by the Witch King.

Qi Yan mixed in the team and pulled the Sarkaz representative to ask curiously:

"Why does your captain Mudstone seem a little silent? Is she in a bad mood recently?"

Sarkaz:?

"What are you talking about?" Sarkaz shook his head. "Our team usually doesn't let the captain be responsible for external communications. He speaks in a strange way and most people can't understand him."

"Riddler, I know." Qi Yan nodded, "I have a riddler at home too. It's so hard to talk to her. I have to translate it in my head before answering."

Upon hearing this, Sarkaz took a deep breath, held Qi Yan's hand, and tears flashed in his eyes under the mask.

Qi Yan looked at him affectionately and nodded continuously:

"Good brother, no need to tell me, I understand!"

Even the other Sarkaz came over, looking as if they felt the same way.

Only Mudstone stood in the team, not knowing why.

Why are these men wary of each other one moment, but forget her warnings the next and act like close friends?

The feelings between men are really hard to understand...

The sky gradually darkened, the sunset glow slowly changed from orange to crimson, and finally sank into darkness.

The stars dot the night sky, forming a deep ocean around the double moons.

Qi Yan and the Mudstone Squad searched for several villages in succession before they finally found an uninhabited village as their base before late night.

The Witch King endured Qi Yan's bragging about his glorious deeds during his journey. After finding the station, he immediately drilled into Qi Yan's body and said he would never come out until he died.

Mudstone also began to take charge of the situation, dividing the team into several parts to clean up the base and go out hunting.

When the hunting team returned with a few hares, Qi Yan had already lit a bonfire.

While watching the Sarkaz handling the hare skillfully, Qi Yan approached with a strange smile and deliberately asked:

"Do you know how to tell the difference between male and female rabbits?"

The Sarkaz who were handling the hare were somewhat puzzled and curious:

"What's the use of this thing? Anyway, it's all for eating. But do you have any good ideas?"

"Of course, let me tell you, there is an ancient text in Yan country, which says that the male rabbit's feet are confused and the female rabbit's eyes are blurry."

Qi Yan explained seriously, "It means that when a male rabbit is lifted up, its legs will keep flapping, and when a female rabbit is lifted up, its eyes will become blurry.

But when two rabbits lie on the ground, it is impossible to tell the difference between the male and female."

"Hey, that's interesting."

All the Sarkaz were amused and some even called Mudrock next to them to share this interesting little piece of knowledge.

Mudstone stood there without saying a word, and subconsciously touched his horn, as if he was worried that he would be picked up and exposed something.