The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 Soon after the black line on the horizon appeared, the ground changed from a flat desert to a rugged ground full of strange rocks.

　　Bahram spent a whole day walking through the rocks.

　　 He lived in the saline-alkali soil at the lower level of Chaodu since he was a child, and he has never climbed higher.

　　 These stones are very smooth, and the roaring strong wind has corroded small pits on the surface of the stones, and some water is in them, like ornamental gems.

　　 There are strange cliffs in front of them. The lower part of them has a smooth surface, and the upper part is very jagged.

　　 These cliffs mark that he has reached the foothills of Soms, and in a real sense far away from his home.

　　The towering mountains that stand upright are like a group of silent giants, really looking down on the earth.

　　 Bachram took some time to check his resources.

　　 He still has half a bottle of water, half a package of dry food, and a leather coat that doesn't fit well.

　　 In order to replenish, he began to look for spring water in the crevices.

　　 If it is in the saline soil where he lives, he knows where to find water—the darker soil is often the place where groundwater seeps out.

　　 But in the mountains, he can only trust his intuition and judgment.

　　 Bahram decided to start searching from the bottom of the cliff. He guessed that water could seep onto the surface through cracks and faults, and sometimes plants would mark the location of the water source.

　　 Don't doubt that as a wild child from the bottom of the nest, he knows so much.

　　Actually, Bachram’s family used to be a member of the upper tier of the Nest Capital, but after a failed political speculation, his grandfather was deprived of all wealth and power and fell to the lower tier of the Nest Capital.

　　 But this does not mean that they just fell.

　　Actually, relying on his knowledge and extraordinary insights, his father easily got an errand as a salt mine supervisor. Bachram himself received his grandfather’s education at home until his grandfather died three years ago.

　　 It was from his grandfather that he first learned about the existence of angels.

　　 They are the incarnation of the will of the emperor, powerful, immortal, and invincible.

　　 If there is anything that can be the ultimate dream of a child man, then it must be Astarte.

　　 This is also the purpose of his trip.

　　Bahram spent most of the morning searching for water, walking through the maze of ravines leading to the mountains.

　　 It is very cool because of the surrounding rocks, but because of his origin in the plains, he feels a little claustrophobic here.

　　 Finally he found a bowl-shaped basin.

　　Although it is surrounded by cliffs, there is still enough space for the sun to shine.

　　 He never thought he would miss the sun like this, but after walking in the shadows for a day, he desperately wanted to see the sky.

　　 A steep river course extends from the bottom of the basin to the mountain. There is a thin waterfall here, so a small pool of water gathers at the bottom of the basin.

The pond is surrounded by a cluster of water leaves. Their immature leaves cling to the thorny and hard stems, and the mature leaves on the outside are consumables-they are full of water and have no spikes and are used to attract animals. Eat them to spread the seeds hanging from the tips of the leaves to a distance.

　　Bakhram slid down from the edge of the rock, removed the seeds from the leaves, and began to chew.

The taste of 　　 water leaves is very bitter, but after three days of walking without water and food, they taste like the jelly jelly that angels should drink.

After 　　, he bent down, picked up the water with a bottle, and in the process washed the rough face like a frosted face with clean water

　　 "Tsk tsk, let’s see what we found, there is a nest that has polluted our water source."

　　 Hearing the sound, Bachram turned around hurriedly.

　　 I saw two boys standing at the entrance of the basin.

　　 They were skinny and wore strange clothes, with various survival tools hung on their belts, and heavy square backpacks on their backs.

　　 on their shoulders, they also carried a bracket made of white metal.

　　 Bachram dropped the bottle and stood up, assumed a defensive posture, and touched his back waist-where his grandfather left him with a beautiful pistol.

　　 These two boys are older and taller than him, especially the one who is talking.

　　 The second person is a bald, but he is very strong, with some tattoos on his arms, which makes him look ugly.

　　 Bachram tried to hide his vigilance as he spoke.

"Hello there."

"who are you?"

　　 asked the second boy.

　　 But Bachram did not answer, so the first boy could only make a helpless grimace, showing a black tooth, and then walked into the basin.

　　 "Tired to death."

　　 He put down the backpack, and when the bracket was put down, there was a crisp sound.

　　 After letting go of the burden, the boy stretched his waist beautifully.

　　 "His brain is not very bright, I can see that you are almost like him."

　　 The first boy put on a big smile, and the second boy, the short-looking guy, pulled his face down at his companion.

　　 "My brain is bright, at least I know how to live here, at least I found here first."

　　 Bachram retorted.

　　 "Also, if you are thirsty, just pick it up by yourself."

　　He tried to make himself behave more friendly, living in the lower level of the nest, he naturally knows how to avoid trouble and conflict.

　　 But the other party doesn't appreciate it very much.

　　 "We can't get your consent."

　　 said the short boy, and deliberately bumped Bachram's shoulder when he walked over.

　　 "Don't waste time, we don't know him much yet~www.ltnovel.com~ The first boy said, walking to a rock next to Bachram and squatting down.

　　 "Where are you going, kid?"

　　 Bachram chose to avoid his question.

　　 "I have a cousin who is sick. I'm going to see him. It will be much easier to go anywhere in Gray Cliff Town."

　　 "Ah, Gray Cliff Town, where are you going then?"

　　 The older boy caught what Bachram said.

　　 "Do you want to catch the last train?"

　　 He said surreptitiously, with an expression that I can see through you.

　　 "Want to go to the angel's test?"

　　 It turned out that as early as seven days ago, the commander of the Astral Knights suddenly announced that the primary election was postponed. At the same time, there was no restriction on identity. Any healthy, age-compliant teenager can participate in the screening.

　　 But non-nest mid-to-upper-level candidates can only go to a few registration points set by themselves, register there, and then take a vehicle to Soms Noble Academy.

　　 And Gray Cliff Town, which is located at the junction of the lower and middle levels of Soms Nest, is one of these registration points.

The most special thing about 　　 is that it is built on a cliff.

　　 The original intention of this town was to collect the dung of a rare bird, and the dung of this bird is an important raw material for making a special perfume.

　　 This perfume is not only extremely popular with the ladies of the upper class of the nest, but also exported to other planets.

　　 In order to prevent these birds from disturbing, there are no roads or track facilities in Gray Cliff Town. People can only climb nearly a kilometer cliff with their bare hands when entering and leaving the town.

　　 So people can only go there during the season for collecting bird droppings, and most of the time there are very few residents in the town.

　　 Astral Knights will sign up and click there, obviously it is of ulterior motives.