Chapter 572 The bloody homeless camp

"Yes, I remember correctly, there is a homeless camp at the foot of the mountain!" The old man in black robe, Wilcox, was very excited. Looking in the direction he indicated, people found that there were several tents vaguely exposed at the foot of the mountain. Pay close attention.

As soon as I heard it, I could still hear waves of faint human voices.

"Wanderer camp?" Sword God Gerald was cautious by nature and subconsciously clenched the sharp sword in his hand.

"In all major planes, many people will go outside to practice after cultivating to a certain level, and even wander outside all year round. There are not many wanderers' castles, and there is often not even one within millions of miles. However, they provide temporary rest and relaxation for wanderers.

There are many simple camps for exchanging information!" Looking at the confused Yang Ling, Sword God Gerald and others, Richardson slowly explained.

It turns out that wanderers wander and explore everywhere. Sometimes, it is normal to stay in inaccessible places for decades or even hundreds of years. Wandering castles are well-informed and rich in supplies, but they are often extremely far away, and they often come and go.

It takes a lot of time. In order to communicate and replenish supplies nearby, camps are slowly formed in places where there are more homeless people or where they often pass by.

Basically, homeless camps can be divided into two types. One is a place completely formed by people spontaneously and used to exchange information and materials. It has no guards and no fixed buildings. It is extremely simple and often just an open space; the other

, is a camp established or protected by a strong person, with fixed buildings and guards. In a sense, the latter can be said to be a small wanderer's castle. Although it is small, it has all the internal organs.

"The wanderer castles are all protected by top-notch experts, who even personally sit in charge and private fights are prohibited. No one dares to mess around inside, and there is absolutely no problem in terms of safety after entering. There are wanderer camps of a certain size, and usually there are people behind them.

With the protection of powerful forces, there is no need to worry about safety; but..." Looking at the vague tents at the foot of the mountain, Richardson looked solemn and continued: "If you encounter a spontaneously formed homeless camp, you must

Be careful, anything can happen!”

"Yes, there are many wanderers who are dedicated to pursuing cultivation or traveling, and there are also many scum like thieves and bandits. Be careful!"

The black-robed old man Wilcox warned everyone that as the oldest wanderer among the people, he had seen a lot of all kinds of things. Although his strength was not very good, his rich experience allowed him to even wander outside.

Richardson, who has lived for thousands of years, is also far from it.

"So, when you encounter a homeless camp that has formed spontaneously, those with less strength will not dare to enter it?" Yang Ling shook his head.

Unlike the Terran Continent, where magic elements are thin, there are countless strong people in all major planes, especially the main planes of life, order and chaos. People with strong abilities in the holy realm and domain are not in the mainstream at all. Among the many wanderers, the god-level

Strong men abound. A sudden sneak attack by a group of wanderers with god-level strength is probably worse than encountering a group of god-level monsters!

Compared with monsters, humans are more dangerous to each other!

"The spontaneously formed homeless camp is not safe, but it is not that bad!" Richardson smiled, "As long as you don't cause trouble, no one will attack you easily, unless you seek death yourself and give up all your treasures.

Expose!"

"Yes, just be careful. Let's go down and have a look together." The old man in black robe, Wilcox, rushed down and led the way to everyone. Behind him, everyone quickly followed.

call.....

Following the steep mountain, people moved faster and faster. Soon, they arrived at the foot of Yimapingchuan from the top of the mountain with an altitude of several thousand meters, and officially set foot on the land of Sunset Plain, approaching the so-called homeless camp.

Due to the cover of the woods, I only saw a few tents on the top of the mountain. When I walked in, I realized that this homeless camp was extremely huge. There were huge tents one after another, some were set up under big trees, and some were set up in the woods.

In the open space, some people even stood on the branches, looking disorderly and messy.

On the outside of the homeless camp, a simple wooden fence with a height of one person was built, with the top sharpened. It looks decent, but whether it can block the hordes of monsters in the Sunset Plains, only God knows. The camp only has a simple building.

The gate can accommodate five people walking side by side; there is no arrow tower and no guards. It seems that it should be a homeless camp that Richardson said was formed spontaneously by people.

There were a lot of people in the camp. Some were wiping their weapons, some were sneaking aside to discuss some secrets, and some were lazily leaning against the trees to bask in the sun. More people gathered around and shouted.

Shouting, there were three floors inside and three floors outside. They were all crowded, and they seemed to be watching something. After seeing the group of people, some turned a blind eye, and some looked at it indifferently. No one came forward to question, and no one came forward to say hello.

Busy with their own things.

"There is an open space over there. Let's go. Let's set up a few tents there to stay and understand the situation before setting off!" The old man in black robe, Wilcox, was experienced and quickly found a dry open space and directed the many wanderers to quickly

Build a tent.

The wanderer camp is a good place to inquire about news and replenish supplies. Although I am in a hurry to get to the wandering castle in Sunset Plains, I am not in a hurry. This kind of camp spontaneously formed by wanderers is very messy and lacks sufficient security, but often news

They are well-informed, and there are often people quietly selling stolen or robbed treasures in these places. After a few rounds, you might get something unexpected.

"Oh my god, if you continue to fight, someone will die!"

"Yes, a low-level god is no match for a high-level god with peak strength!"

.....

Among the crowd, there was a sudden burst of deafening shouts, accompanied by several muffled groans and screams. Immediately afterwards, a big man in black armor was thrown out with a 'whoosh', and hit Yang Ling with a 'pop' sound.

Waiting nearby. He was seriously injured, covered in blood, and had a deep punch mark on his chest.

"If you don't want to die, hand over your things right away, otherwise..." A bald man more than two meters tall said as he separated the crowd, rushed over in large strides, and crushed several pieces with a 'click' sound.

The ribs of a big man in black armor. His face is full of flesh, and he carries a sharp ax on his shoulder. The muscles all over his body are bulging. You can tell at a glance that he is a guy who is good at hand-to-hand combat.

"I didn't take it, I really didn't take it, sir, I really..." The big man in black armor opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, begging loudly for mercy.

"Hey, you didn't take it?" The bald man smiled coldly, and slowly retracted his right foot that was on the chest of the big man in black armor. Then lightning struck, and a "whoosh" sound brought up a string of afterimages, covering the poor

The big man in black armor kicked the ground and flew up. Before the opponent could land, he rushed over like a leopard and punched the opponent in the chest. With a 'crash', the black heavy armor on the opponent was directly destroyed.

One punch, two punches...

The bald man was strong, powerful, and as fast as lightning. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Yang Ling would never have imagined that the other party could be so fast. His pupils tightened and he carefully observed every move of the other party.

puff.....

Heavy muffled sounds came one after another, and the big man in black armor, who was already covered in blood, turned into a bloody man in the blink of an eye. His ribs were broken, his joints were dislocated, and his eyes were almost blown out. He shrank into a ball in pain, and his limbs twitched.

"Let me ask you one last time, where are the things? If you dare to steal even our young master's things, you are just looking for death!" The bald man pulled the other man's hair and picked up the dying guy.

Not interested, but if you’re looking for death, I don’t mind digging it up and feeding it to the dogs!”

The bald man was filled with murderous intent. His left hand pulled the hair of the black-armored man, and his right hand turned into a knife and cut into his chest. With a sinister smile on his face, he reached in bit by bit and pinched the opponent's body tightly.

godhead.

Squeeze someone else's godhead alive?

Looking at the bloody and brutal scene, looking at the tragedy that was about to happen, except for a few who were gloating about the misfortune and fearing that the world would be unstable, most people frowned, and Yang Ling was no exception. The always kind and benevolent Elf High Priest

He even turned his head to the side, unable to bear to look any further.

"My lord, please forgive me, Emika can swear to the Dark King. I really..., really didn't take it..." The big man in black armor was dying and tried his best to beg for mercy.

"Hey, swear to the Dark King?" The bald man gritted his teeth viciously, with a murderous look like a god of death. "Our family dislikes the guys under the Dark King the most. We will kill every one we see. If you belong to other gods, please contact me."

I can spare your life after I get something out, now, hehe..."

The bald man had amazing strength. As he spoke, he squeezed the godhead of the black-armored man hard. In an instant, the dying black-armored man screamed like a pig. Under the severe pain, every muscle in his body trembled, as if it was stabbed by needles.

Into the bone marrow, deep into the soul.

The Dark King of the Death Plane?

Yang Ling frowned, thinking of the great backers behind the Dark Elder and the Dark Cavalry Commander. From the tone of the bald man, it seemed that he was the death king's mortal enemy. Killing one after another, this tone is not small. Either his own strength is extremely amazing, or

It comes from a force that is equal to or greater than the Dark Lord!

Seeing that the bald man was so bloody and cruel, and even tried to crush the black-armored man's godhead alive, there were a few wanderers who couldn't stand it at first, and were ready to step forward to persuade him. Hearing what the bald man said, they couldn't help but hesitate in their hearts.
Chapter completed!