Warlord Chapter 130

Chapter 130 The Pure Land

Ling came back and sat beside Gutner.

Gunter's hand landed on Colt and he stroked it gently and said:"What a good gun, it seems that it is produced by machine, but each part is actually handmade. However, the margin of error was so small that it looks like being made by a machine. This gun has its own soul! "

Noticing his fondness for Colt, Ling shook his head and said, "You shouldn't be living here."

Gutner laughed, "Of course. With my experience and knowledge, which city will welcome scholars like me."

Ling looked at him and said nothing. But he knew that Gutner was not bragging. An experienced geographer like Gutner was one of the most needed talents in every city. Not to mention faraway cities, just take Phoenix City for example, if Gunter wanted to stay in the city, his life would be a hundred times better.

Gutner went to the window, looking out at the tribe in the quiet night, and said in a low voice, "But I don't want to leave here." You know, young man, everyone has a pure land in their heart. This is my pure land!

"I've been looking for it all my life, and now I've found it, I won't leave." Gunter said in a more serious tone.

He looked at Gunter and said, "My name is Ling."

"Ling?" Start from scratch, it is a good name. But how many people can really start from scratch? " Gutner sat back and said, "Ling, how did you get to the Death Ridge?" With your ability to kill a single s.h.i.+eld snake, you will at least be a colonel in Phoenix City. Even if you don't join the army, you can live on carrying out missions."

Ling looked at him and said, "I want to go to the Blue Ridge to do something."

"The Northern Territories?" Gutner was a little stunned. "The Blue Ridge Mountains are a watershed along the coastline of this continent. The mountains to the north are huge creatures." "If I recall correctly, the continent's giant, the Dark Council, is not far from the Blue Ridge."

Ling shook his head. "I'm not for the Dark Council."

Gutner shrugged. "That's none of my business, but I can give you some advice." Whether it was the Dark Council or the other huge creatures, they weren't easy to deal with. "Although you're not bad, if you want to cause them trouble, you're still not their match."

Without a word, Ling looked outside the window. Gutner knew he would not give up this idea, so he said, "Another kilometer or so from here and you will reach the Death Valley." Do you know what things are there? "Hey, Death Flower, they cover all the mountains!"

Looking at the Death Flower in the oval vessel, Ling frowned. If Death Flowers with intense radiation could be seen everywhere, then it meant that Ling could not easily enter deeper into the valley, let alone pa.s.sing through it. If that was the case, he would have to change his route, but in that case, his whereabouts would be given away. If he were a Parkland killer, he would have set a trap on the only way Ling would take.

Gutner looked at him with narrowed eyes and said, "There is a secret pa.s.sage in the Death Valley that only the Semitic can find." I'll ask Atessa to send you there. You've saved the Semitic people, and she won't mind helping you once. "

Then he stood up, stretched, and said, "It's late at night, you should rest early, you have to get up early tomorrow. "

Then the Prophet covered the vessel of Death Flower with a black cloth, and the room suddenly became dark. Gutner went into another room, leaving the hall for Ling to rest.

Ling walked over to Monnie, took off his coat, and draped it over the girl. Monnie slept sound, curled up like a cat. But after putting on Ling's coat, she seemed to feel more at ease, so her body gradually stretched out, and she changed into a most comfortable position and fell into a sound sleep, hugging Lala.

Putting Colt beside himself, Ling sat in the corner with his back against the wall. He gradually closed his eyes, and not long after that, the sound of long breathing echoed in the room. It was the first time he slept soundly since entering the Death Ridge, and he didn't have to worry about the Parkland killer who were keen on him.

The night pa.s.sed without a word.

The next day, before dawn, Ling woke up from a sound sleep. It was a wonderful state, like a man emerging from deep water to take his first breath of fresh air, and every cell sent a pleasant signal. Ling felt great. Not only the wound made by the fragment was healed, he was also full of energy. Every part of his body send a clear signal, which allowed Ling to accurately control his body and be capable of difficult actions.

He stood up. Ling had gotten up early, but the Semitic people outside the window had already begun a new day of work.

Seeing women and half-grown children carrying rough buckets to the life source and taking a bucket of water in the pond home under the watchful eyes of the guards, Ling noticed that almost all of the buckets were almost the same size, and that the capacity of the buckets seemed to be uniform, which ensured that each person got about the same amount of water.

Meanwhile, the men carried wooden lances and bows on their back, looking like they were out hunting.

"Most of the food in the tribe comes from mutated beasts in the mountains. However, even the Sawtooth Rabbit with the lowest risk can not be hunted in large amount everyday." The Prophet came up to Ling as Ling did not notice. Gutner looked out of the window at the equipped Semetic men and said, "Usually, Atessa will partic.i.p.ate in the hunting. With her there will always be more food." But today, half of them will be hungry. "

He looked at Ling and meant something.

Without a word, Ling took out 100 yuan from his pocket and placed it on the table, saying, "this money is enough for you to go to Phoenix City and buy the food you need for a day."

"You misunderstood me, I don't want your money." Even if I wanted, the Semitic people wouldn't be used to those processed foods. What I want you to know is that there's a price to pay for everything. When you do anything, think about whether you can afford it. Don't do things you can't afford, or you'll regret it one day. "

Ling chose silence.

He did not tell Gutner that he was going for Parkland, but as Gutner had said, the Blue Ridge was a watershed. After it was either a big company or a strong organization, and the Prophet was not optimistic about Ling, whether it was for Parkland or any other guy. That was why Ling had been reminded whether he could afford it, but Gutner did not know that there was no way out for Ling.

If he didn't take revenge on Parkland and extract a certain amount of resources as the initial capital for his plan, he would not be able to earn that money with simple missions.

Gutner had found the pure land in his heart and stayed there in the Death Ridge. Ling had chosen to go north to make his pure land reborn. In a sense, there was no essential difference between their persistence.

What was different were the paths they had taken.

In the entire world, there was no one who walked the same path with other people. In the abyss-like apocalypse, everyone travelled alone. No one knew where was the end point.