Chương 607: The Bloody Camp of Wanderers

"That is right. It's really right. There is a Wanderer Camp on the foot of the mountain." The black-robed old man, Welkox, was quite excited. When the crowd followed his directions and looked over, they discovered several faintly visible tents on the foot of the mountain, and if they concentrated and listened carefully, they would still hear faint voices of people.

"Wanderer Camp?" The Sword God Gerald was quite prudent, and he held the sharp sword in his hands tightly.

"In all planes, many people will travel outside after practicing to a certain level, and they will wander outside all year long. There are a few Wandering Castles, but you may not even find one in every several hundred thousand years. However, there are many simple camps where Wanderers could rest temporarily or exchange info." Richardson looked at the confused Yang Ling, Sword God Gerald, and others before he explained this slowly.