The Flynn Trail is very long.

It was built during the heyday of the dwarves. In terms of age, it is a product of the same era as the "Permafrost Wall" on the edge of Pallotus.

Once, it was the only path connecting [Jianli Ice Bay] and [Silver Frost Plain].

But since several tribes disappeared or changed due to wars, it has become a remote ancient road that is rugged, has excessive elevation fluctuations, and is inconvenient for caravans to pass.

A team came up the dirt road behind Duwa Village, and the workers looked sideways - someone was coming from this direction.

[When you arrived at the Duwa tribe, the village was bustling with people, but all kinds of tourists didn’t pay much attention to you.]

Ken drove Feilang away and led his troops towards here.

When they were far away, they saw the thick smoke rising from the furnace.

The lava of the volcano surged up from the ground, and the three mountain passes were converted into workshops. Each one was a towering tower, with huge cracked coats of arms carved on the outside, mottled by the years, covered with rusty and broken iron locks, and

Dirt and strange vines.

Regarding the coat of arms, some say it is the symbol of the old god Xionbio, while others say it is the private seal of several masters of the dwarf kingdom.

The furnace, which has been warmed for countless years, consumes a large amount of precious consumables every year. Its majesty can be felt from a distance, and its roaring sound is like the sigh of an old giant.

[Location: Duwa Village]

[Prosperity level: C]

【Number of residents: 4622】

[Number of troops: unknown]

Ken felt the temperature from a distance. Although it was not too hot, the harsh winter seemed to have disappeared in this land. Only the [Permafrost Falls] in the distance would still blow cool breeze from time to time, reminding him that this was still the north.

The magma buried deep in the ground and the iceberg that never melts all year round actually appear in the same place and have lived in peace for so many years.

Miraculous nature, fascinating craftsmanship.

There are flowing wells led by water canals in the village, which provide daily living and cooking for the residents, as well as water and horses for the traveling caravans. There are also many people squatting near the surrounding rivers.

The playful children and the busy workers all just glanced sideways at Ken and the others and continued to work on what they were doing.

The road is very wide, with rough black bricks and muddy ruts, but no damage is visible.

There is a pine forest in the distance, and farmers are responsible for planting it. They use magic and secret techniques to take care of these "top-quality firewood." But judging from the debris in the mud, most of the furnaces in the workshop still use coal as fuel.

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Near the entrance of the village, block the horse and block the way.

The militiamen on guard duty had bare webbed feet, particularly stubby fingers, and were somewhat dark and fat.

【Duwa Aboriginal People】

He stretched out his gauntlet-clad right hand to stop the team.

"The troops are not allowed to enter the village of Duwa."

Ken followed the other party's guidance and looked outside. There was a large plain nearby without any ridges. There were old campfires and traces of campsites on the open space.

The troops had to be stationed outside the village.

The Three War Banners swore an oath to guarantee that even a warlike person like Fulenganduo would be willing to abide by the ancient Old Testament. Which idiot without eyes would dare to invade the [non-war zone]?

Duwa Village will always be neutral, and craftsmen can forge with peace of mind.

Ken turned back.

He led the team to find a quiet place, re-erected the tent, arranged various matters, and told the sentries to pay attention to other people in the distance.

There are many temporary camps.

Most of them are far apart, and you can see the different construction methods and various totems with mottled paint.

Spring hasn't started yet, and it will become even more lively when vendors start selling their goods frequently.

Ken finally brought Kuima, two [Singers] who wanted to see the world, and two strong riders to carry the goods... and do odd jobs.

The sentry didn't come any closer.

He sat on a stone bench, holding a ball-peen hammer in his hand, and concentrated on studying a steel handle in front of him.

The most important building in Duwa Village is the blacksmith shop, which exists in the form of a workshop. The other shops, residences, warehouses and utility rooms are all built according to it.

All kinds of livestock and mounts were pulled through the streets.

Cargo horses, camel beasts, and even antlered deer with tufted manes.

The hearth of the blacksmith shop was red, and there was a long queue. The beasts had new claws and saddles.

Ken asked a scholar and a rider to inquire about the information. If his [Currency: 714G] was enough, he would buy all the mounts for the team.

Duwa Village feels very lively, as if everyone is busy.

"Watch your livestock, asshole, if it pulls one more time, I'll cut off its hooves!"

The merchant had a mean face and shouted at the stall next door with his chopper.

"Where's the food parcel? You bastard, the bacon is for travel expenses!"

Ken was watching the quarrel when his waist was knocked away by a child with a high hip bone. The other person turned around hastily and then disappeared into the crowd.

Orion apologized to himself and chased away.

"Stop, you little bastard!"

"There is no need to discuss it. The food in the camp can only go in and out. It will be very chaotic in the spring."

"That frost bear is tough. It's a good guy. It must be worth a lot of money. Wait until I recruit a new team or buy a group of refugees to use it!"

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The prosperity of the North does not depend on the local people.

Travelers, bounty hunters, speculators, government and private businessmen all gather here.

Ken's southern face was unremarkable. He kept a low profile and observed his surroundings silently.

Everyone in the camp likes to mask up.

Local people often use animal bones, decorate them with manes and then paint totems.

Most of their exposed skin is covered with tattoos.

Some veterans or soldiers would put their helmets under their arms, stand in small groups, and bargain with each other.

After all, no one wants to waste the money and food they exchanged for their lives.

For warlocks or adventurers who value privacy, the collar will be higher than the mouth, and the brim of the cloak will cover the brow.

Unlucky, gloomy.

No one wants to get close to them, they always feel that they are related to the undead or some strange event.

The merchants' clothes were made of fine fabrics, and the leather protective gear worn by the coolies were mostly filled with coarse wool and cotton.

Ken stopped observing.

He straightened his back and raised his head, looking at the main road in the north where snow and dust were rising.

A giant beast named [Da Ke] lies on the ground. It is as tall as a tent and requires at least six legs to control it.

Four hooves shook up the snow dust, sending a distant vibration.

The cargo boxes behind it were stacked high, and the ropes used to secure them were all woven into a net. There were many people around, following on foot or riding snow lizards.

Among them are caravans leaving, small tribes migrating north, mercenary teams accepting commissions, and even wanted criminals.

There are people in the Dua tribe who run a black market.

Although the village is a safe zone, outside this area, everyone has his or her own business.

The refugees huddled in the dilapidated low huts, which were not even called homes. They could only exchange food by doing hard work during the day.

Duwa Village does not allow refugees to live permanently. If the number exceeds a certain number, they will be expelled.

There are strict regulations on positions and apprenticeship quotas in village workshops, so you can't rely on them here.

Ken stood on the high ground and looked into the distance.
Chapter completed!