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The time when he finally understood the meaning of that sentence was after many years of wandering the outside world. When he recalled the words of the old head of the turtle, his eyes filled with tears. He never thought that this old head of the turtle would be able to say such shocking words before he died. It was probably the most accurate and appropriate thing he had ever heard in his life.

And now, after he had buried Old Bastard's head, he felt a wave of relief.

"That old turtle's head!" Old head! I'll listen to what you've said about the outside world! He didn't know if it was true or false! And while you're alive, in order for you to drink enough wine, I can only stay here and accompany you, this big shot who doesn't know anything about our 'family'. Now, it's your son's turn to go out and roam without me. Who knows, maybe when I'm empty, I won't need to say that I, your father, am a big shot. That would also give some light to your old face. When the time came, I would give you another place to live and set up an ancestral hall or something like that. It makes you feel good. "My son, thank you for bringing me up."

"I'll find you a partner when the time comes, you!" I just don't want to tell you what my mom is like, so I'm waiting for you to get down. Mother had probably remarried a long time ago. Forget it, my son. When he comes out, I'll find you another one. It's fine as long as it's a mother. When that time comes, I'll give you one. You won't be lonely in the Underworld, consider that a little kindness from me. If you can't make it in the Underworld, then sell her. So that you don't have anything to support yourself after drinking so much in the Underworld. "

No matter who heard this, they would feel that their son was simple enough, and they couldn't make things difficult for him. To be honest, with his kindergarten level of education, to be able to say such a thing could make him proud of his ancestors and find a partner for his father — — filial son.

He only knew that it was very unfilial for him to die with his eyes open. Thus, he had to find a way to make himself feel better.

Such a father, you can imagine, for our emptiness, the cultural education curriculum is very irresponsible. Simply put, if the old head himself could not read, he would be pulled down. The key point was that after rummaging through the empty boxes, he discovered that Old Turtle's head had actually left behind quite a few broken books and other things that had already turned yellow. For those who didn't recognize a big basket of words, they could barely recognize a few words like 'matrix', 'flawless', 'split', and so on. It was only later that he understood that some of the contents of this book were the necessary military documents for some of the families to march and set up their formations.

"Old Turtle, how could you have such a mess?!" After muddling along in the Black Wasteland for many years, Empty finally understood that the person who possessed these things and treated them as treasures was either a general of a country or a strategist of a country.

"F * ck, I might really have been a big shot back then." That's what the emptiness was like then.

Now, the emptiness was more clearly due to these books. It was impossible to fill one's stomach, so how could one talk about the idea of roaming the world.

However, regarding his ability to roam the world, Empty had always been brooding over the old man's evaluation of his own skills.

"Old Turtle!" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Old head! Are you praising me!? You're still scolding me! "

However, when he left the town, he would no longer have to worry about those words.

This was because a dead person being able to have a headache was a form of encouragement. To be honest, the method of dying from drunkenness was also the last method that he had been given.

When he came back from his hunt that empty day, Old Turtle was lying there, his breath coming out of his mouth. He was still holding the wine gourd.

After burying Old Turtle's head, he let out a long, empty sigh.

For the current him, the first thing he needed to do was to get out. If he did not take care of the five visceras, he would not be able to survive no matter where he went.

His intuition told him that he should go up the mountain and roam around in preparation for his departure. Although he was a professional hunter, and the best hunter in the area, he was able to kill a lone wolf when he was ten years old with that lousy machete. The lone wolf hunting by itself was the most ferocious and most insidious type of wolf among the pack. Even faster than the pack wolf, it had risen to become a low level magical beast. Its skin stood erect like an arrow, and its teeth had evolved to be as sharp and tough as steel. Ordinary hunters had become his prey.

When he was ten years old, he used that broken machete to hack down that lone wolf. His skin was not whole, and he had cut off half his head.

Facing this scene, he was extremely excited for a very long time. Who would have thought that under the condition of wetting his pants from fear and being struck by panic, he would instinctively use the method he used to chop firewood?

That time, his self-confidence was bursting.

Until, of course, he was beaten up by his father.

It was only after he had been beaten ten times that he understood. It turned out that piece of skin was the most important thing. It was enough for an old turtle to drink wine for a month and eat food for a month.

In the end, he had to turn the tattered wolf skin into a blanket that looked like a dog's den, and then he ate wolf meat for several days.

Now he knew very well the value of the fur, enough to allow him to reach the mysterious Black Wasteland at the cost of everything he ate, drank, and lived.

With the machete in one hand and the short black harpoon at his waist, he caught up to the mountain.

At this moment, the wild beasts on the mountain were fleeing in all directions. It was as if they had known in advance that the fiend was coming, and their lives could not be saved.

In the end, all that was left was a tiger skin and three wild fox furs. But none of those valuable bearskins were found.

"Forget it!"

After three days, there was no longer any space left to continue searching in the mountains. He then went down the mountain and changed a little bit of the food in the town. After that, he took the tiger meat and the tiger bone apart and sold it to the pharmacy, where he used the tiger meat to make dried meat for food. With hope in his heart, he put on an old leather robe that he had just exchanged for and walked out.

The Black Wasteland … .Was it really a wondrous and disorderly place like what the Old Turtle Head had mentioned?!

The Black Wasteland was the darkest place in the entire continent, but it was also the place where one could most easily become a chivalrous hero.

In fact, the Black Wasteland was a buffer zone left behind by the Four Great Empires after the Great War a few years ago. That place was the closest to the Ao Man Empire in the northwest and the Ku'ding Empire in the southeast.

In the armistice after the war between the four countries, the Black Wasteland became their agreed territory, which meant that none of the countries could garrison their troops there. That place did not belong to any empire. As time passed, the wasteland became a crevice. There were only wandering thieves and some risk-taking merchants that built a small village in the southwest.

Not far from the village was a large swamp, and on the other side of the swamp was the Ku'Sin Empire. On the other side of the swamp was a large black wasteland. Legend has it that the man-eating barbarians of the Wilderness lived there and even demons and ghosts settled there. Thus, the name Black Wasteland became even more famous. Furthermore, it was summer in the Black Wasteland for six months of the year. There was a lot of rain, but not much vegetation. This made people feel as if this was the place that led to the hell of Hisith. This area extended all the way to the northwest part of the Magical Beast Forest. In the past, the forest of magical beasts was the powerful and warlike Arcana Kingdom.

The Black Wasteland didn't have many resources. Most of them were fierce wild beasts and the scattered strange tribes. The human race was known as the Savage Yuan Tribe.

The two empires had reached a truce, but they were always preparing for war, and the two medium-sized countries on the other continent were at odds with these two empires. They did not have enough manpower, so they could only hire the mercenary groups here to capture the people of the Wilderness to become their slaves, and in the war, they would even become soldiers.

Because this place had become a natural place for thieves, merchants, and mercenaries to gather in the Black Wasteland.

For emptiness, this was a place that he should have been born in.

The charm there may have been even more magical and vivid in Old Turtle's depiction.

He had such an empty heart. After he finished the last portion of the dried meat, while he was still struggling with his thoughts for the next meal, he had unknowingly come to this legendary place.

When he was in the middle of the streets, hungry and hungry, he did not expect that a figure would be following behind him. That greedy gaze of his was searching up and down amidst the empty clothes of a beggar.

He was tall and thin, with a pair of upturned eyebrows that hung above the slits of his eyes. His narrowed eyes were filled with greed, lust, vulgarity, and viciousness. Even the slightest movement seemed to be filled with abominable evil.

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