Chapter 624: The New Race of Good and Bad

At night, Tilan, Orlesi, and the newly-acquainted Sura sat by the campfire.

The wood in the jungle carried a lot of moisture, and when it burned, white smoke curled up. From time to time, tiny bubbles bulged out from the cross-section, making a sizzling sound.

Next to the campfire was a slanted stone slab, on which were yellowed dry hard bread, which gave off a faint fragrance after being heated.

Orlesi was lying diagonally beside Tilan at this moment, with her head on the girl's knees, her arms slightly folded, and she was sleeping soundly. Her long silver hair fell on her white neck and grass leaves, reflecting a faint halo under the light of the fire.

Tilan occasionally picked up a branch to stir the fire and talked to Sura opposite. At this moment, Sura was using tools to tinker with the gun in his hand, as if he was maintaining and repairing it.

"Did you make the gun yourself?" Tilan looked through the fire and looked at the gun with a wooden stock with a little curiosity.

"Yes, I finally found an abandoned lathe recently. The first thing I did after repairing it was to make this gun, but it looks like there are still many areas that need improvement." Sura explained while removing various parts with a screwdriver for inspection.

"Although I have received good training, I am still too small and weak. If I can avoid close combat, it is better not to do so." She explained her behavior, then seemed to remember something and asked Tilan.

"You seem to be very good at using a lance. Have you learned it before?"

"Yes, I learned it from a group of knights before." Tilan replied.

"Knight, it seems that you come from a family that is not small." She didn't seem surprised by this medieval title.

"Are there any knights around here?" Tilan asked.

"There shouldn't be any nearby. There may be a small number of knight-like defense personnel in places where the Gray Feathers gather. If we really want to talk about organized knights, we should talk about the Mouse-Ear Kingdom in the east. They have a very brave team."

"The Mouse-Ears are not tall, about the same size as me, but there are a lot of them. The kingdom has also formed a patrol knight group to maintain the safety of the territory."

"Didn't you say before that there were war machines roaming around and killing people? Why can the Mouse-Ears establish a kingdom?"

"That's because my settlement and race are relatively weak. There are also some powerful races who can maintain the safety of their own territories and have ways to keep the war machines away from their own territories. Otherwise, if they let those machines kill people, the world would have perished long ago."

"Mechanical Council..." Tilan recalled the long history of the cult.

"Yes, it seems to be called the Rho Mechanical Council. They are the creation of the Sun Rou." Sura said that he was very knowledgeable.

"It sounds particularly ancient." It turned out to be the 17th generation of the Rho Mechanical Council that had already perished. Tilan was very surprised.

The two chatted slowly. When both sides of the pancake were heated, Sura picked it up, cut it into three pieces, and handed two pieces to Tilan.

"We can only make do with it today. We should be able to eat something good when we return to the settlement tomorrow. Although the moose boss is a little rough, he is still good at cooking."

"Yeah." Tilan took it and shook Ores, who was sleeping on her knees, to wake her up and eat.

Ores, who woke up in a daze, had a confused look in her eyes. She came back to her senses after seeing the fire and the pancake in the girl's hand.

"Tilan, I want to eat." She said the desire in her heart simply and directly.

"Okay, take your time, don't swallow it." Fearing that Ores would eat too quickly and block her throat, Tilan broke the pancake into smaller pieces and handed it to her, then picked up a water cup made from wood beside her and asked her to drink some water.

Soon, one third of the bread was finished, but Orlais was obviously not full yet, and looked eagerly at the remaining portion in Tilan's hand.

"Alas..." Tilan smiled and shook her head, and divided another half, that is, one sixth, and handed it to Orlais.

"I can't give you the rest, at least let me taste it."

Orlais continued to eat the bread that Tilan broke into pieces, and finally licked Tilan's fingers stained with flour grains with her tongue. The slight itch and wetness from the fingertips made the girl involuntarily retract her tongue.

"Don't lick it randomly, it's not very clean." Tilan taught her, and then slowly ate her own portion.

The wheat grains in the bread were not ground very finely, and there were even a few bran grains mixed in it. This situation is almost impossible to encounter in modern society, which makes Tilan feel a little fresh. As for the taste, it is very bland. After all, there are no other seasonings or ingredients. Fortunately, this kind of bread can be stored for a long time after baking, and it is suitable for carrying when traveling far away.

"Why did Sura come out this time?"

"Of course I came out to hunt, but unfortunately I didn't encounter any suitable prey, but I encountered those 'black-spotted beasts'."

"The 'black-spotted beast' is the beast you stabbed to death during the day, isn't it considered prey?"

"Of course it isn't, even though it has a lot of meat, it can't be eaten, it's full of poison." Sura shook her head.

"These guys are not natural products, but war beasts cultivated by the 'red poison species'. Those guys are like war machines that like to kill, and they are hated by all the tribes on the continent."

"Oh no." She suddenly remembered something.

"We have to go back quickly tomorrow. If the 'black-spotted beasts' appear here, it means that the 'red poison species' should be nearby. These guys are robbers who plunder everywhere, setting fires and seizing slaves everywhere. We have to go back and tell Boss Moose."

"Hey, is it that serious?" Tilan was quite surprised.

"Of course, although there are good and bad people in every race, you'd better not believe any of the 'Red Poison'. They are all bad to the core. They are not followers of the Holy Sun. They are a race created purely for war."

"I heard that when the Holy Suns were fighting in the past, these guys were dropped on the enemy's planet. They are extremely resistant to various toxins and radiations. At the same time, they continue to spread various toxins and radiations, destroying the environment of the local planet. As a result, the Holy Sun has become weak due to the large-scale death of the followers."

"These guys are poisonous wherever they go. If they were not particularly cunning and treacherous, they would have been exterminated long ago." At this point, Sura was so angry that even the tool in his hand had a scratch.

"Well, then go to bed early today?" Tilan thought about it and answered.

"Yeah, go to bed early and get up early." Sura said as he ate the bread at hand, then gulped down the water, and then packed up the tools and gun in his hand.

After that, the three of them lay down around the fire, extinguished the bonfire, and then used broken branches and leaves to surround the area, blocking their sight and preventing other possible animals from approaching, and then slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, the three people who got up early set out shortly after daybreak, heading out of the jungle. Along the way, there were continuous grass and dense vegetation. The three of them were in a mess because of their hurry, and their bodies were covered with a lot of fallen leaves and mud. However, when they walked out of the jungle, the three of them saw a vast savannah in the distance, with withered yellow and green interlaced. Under the vast sky, several falcons flew across the sky.

"Let's go, under that red rock is our settlement home!" Sura stood on a small earthen slope and pointed to the vaguely visible red rock mountain in the distance.

(End of this chapter)