Norman sorted out the information about the Demon Sealing Land in his mind, and then recovered from the shock.

He said again, "Sir, if we really want to go to the Demon Sealing Land!"

"Then how do we go west?"

"This direction is the direction of the blood-soaked land!"

"Uh? Could it be that the place where we're going first is a place where blood is soaked?"

Mond nodded: "It's to go to the blood-soaked place!"

"It's impossible for the two of us to pass through the chaotic place where all ethnic groups live together!"

"I'm going back with the army!"

"Whoever dares to stop me, I will kill anyone!"

"Kill all the way back to hometown!"

Ye Fan was surprised when he heard it.

This Mond is actually the bloodline of some Demon Sealing Land!

Moreover, it is necessary to bring an army and kill through the vast and chaotic land where the entire ethnic group lives. It is indeed a god!

Ye Fan became more and more interested in the journey of these two!

When Norman heard Mond's words, his scalp went numb.

He showed a slightly bitter smile: "Sir, take... take the army and kill it back?!"

"This, recruiting troops requires money, but also people!"

"Uh, let's go to the blood-soaked land and buy slaves?"

In the city of order and the land of chaos, fierce battles often break out in the north and south.

There are various ethnic groups in the north, with a large population, but the environment in the chaotic land is very harsh and there is very little food.

Territories of various ethnic groups often gather together, cross the north-south boundary, and come to the south to kill and loot.

Moreover, the natural racial confrontation also caused large-scale battles between the two places to break out frequently.

Years of war have led to almost extinction of life on the long north-south boundary.

And just on a desert wasteland with a dangerous terrain in the northwest, there is a blood-soaked place.

This is a three-needle zone where neither the North nor the South does not care.

Really every inch of the land is full of killing and blood.

But this is also the only trade zone between the North and the South that turns a blind eye.

The merchants of various ethnic groups who come and go bring the food from the south to the north in exchange for fur and source stone minerals.

In this way, there is an exchange of things, and the profits are extremely lucrative.

Such huge profits naturally attract a lot of profit-seekers and desperadoes.

There are a lot of violent people of all ethnic groups, bandits, and criminals in this place. It is a real **** place.

In Norman's mind, he quickly went through the information about the Bloody Land.

At this time, Mond looked at Norman suspiciously: "What did you say, old man?"

"Buying slaves? We have no money, how can we buy slaves?"

Norman was speechless for a while, and asked with a slightly big head and doubts: "Sir, are we going to the blood-soaked land to form a caravan and start making money first?"

Mond shook his head: "No, that's too slow!"

"If you don't have money to grab it, no one will grab it!"

"I believe that as soon as we enter the blood-soaked land, someone will soon send us money and send people!"

"Hahaha--"

Norman looked at Mond's natural laugh, and was slightly taken aback.

Ye Fan has been listening to the two of them talking, and he has to say that Mond's idea is very correct.

If the blood-soaked place is really such a chaotic place, there is only one reason under the limited order.

Whoever has the bigger fist is the truth!

Norman apparently thought of this too.

He looked at Mond in slight surprise, and suddenly felt that the big man in front of him looked crazy and reckless, and he was going forward.

But for many things, they often have sharp and sharp insights.

Norman nodded and agreed: "Indeed, my lord!"

"As long as our fists are big enough, after entering the blood-soaked land, everything can rely on guns!"

Along the way, Norman seemed to be infected by Mond, and his eyes became as sharp as a wolf.

Mond looked at Norman and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Let's go, old man!"

"The blood-soaked land is waiting for us to conquer!"

Norman rubbed his shoulders with a grin on his face again, and couldn't help but put a healing magic on his shoulders.

Then, the old magician followed in Mond's footsteps.

The two, one tall and one short, one strong and one thin, soon disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

After leaving the gnoll's territory, the gnoll's pursuit and killing also disappeared.

It may also be that the gnoll lord is unwilling to pay more for the two little men of Mond after the death of a team of elite demon cavalry and a team of elite black panther cavalry.

So along the way, Mond and Norman traveled smoothly through two mountains and three rivers, and entered the wasteland of the blood-soaked land.

As soon as he walked out of the mountain range, a very violent yellow sand storm blew across the face.

Coarse, finely broken small sand and gravel, mixed in gusts of wind, blew on people's faces, as if they had been stabbed by one after another, causing bursts of pain.

If you wear clothes with a wider opening, after a long time, you will find that a lot of fine sand is mixed into the clothes.

It's very distressing.

In the gusts of wind and sand, Mond strode past without caring about the details.

Norman was a little bit choked up.

He frowned slightly, only to feel that as soon as he spoke, a mouthful of sand might be stuffed into his mouth.

blah blah, blah blah—

At this time, a distant and dense sound of horse hooves floated far away from the wind and sand.

"Woooooooo-"

Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of desolate and distant horn sounds.

Hearing these horns, Mond laughed horribly: "Norman, get ready, our money is here!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Norman responded by bowing behind him.

It was when he was unhappy, and someone came at this time, just to let him vent.

Ye Fan looked in the direction the horn came from.

In the wind and sand in the sky, some shadows were gradually revealed.

The movement of these shadows is fast, and the first few seconds are still in the distance, showing a light shadow.

In the next few seconds, he passed through the rolling sand and came to the front.

This is the bandit group of a blood-soaked land, or a horse bandit.

Each of these people is riding a monster horse.

These beast horses are completely different from the high-headed horses in the south, which sprint fast in short distances and have a strong charge.

This kind of monster horse is basically khaki or beige, and it looks a little short.

The short-distance sprint speed is not fast, but Mond and Norman are very clear that the stamina and endurance of this beast horse are very good.

It is also the standard configuration of these horse bandits in the wasteland.

On horseback, each horse bandit is wearing a dark gray cloth robe to block the wind and sand.

In the sandstorm, these cloth robes screeched and kept going backwards.

These cloth robes covered the faces of the horse bandits, leaving only a pair of sinister and vicious eyes.