Ques followed the Dalian commander out of the army, thinking a lot. He found that Fayin Sar was still standing outside the door and was talking quickly with a dusty rider. Only then did Ques realize the man

A black linen wrapped around the belt.

When the chief turned around, Ques said to Fayin Thal: "The world has changed, has something big happened?"

"Yes." Fayin Thal agreed, his expression was very melancholy, "We have to leave, Bashir is dead."

According to custom, the wilderness tribes never held two gatherings in the same place. This time, they followed the message from the messenger and set off for the far northwest wasteland, the most edge of the cold land.

It was a wild land that had never been tamed by anyone. Even for the desert people, it was a difficult journey to get there, but the tribes still persisted and decided to witness Bashir's funeral together.

There are now nearly 600 soldiers in the Hasmu tribe, either born through intermarriage with other tribes, or adopted by the tribe for many years.

They were fully armed and rode in the wasteland. The cold wind blowing from the distant mountains tear the silk flags, and the delicate weaving surface looked like rippling waves in the sun. Various gold and silver jewelry were on their wide belts, scabbards or ears.

Glittering on the neck and wrists.

Waiting for the tent to be built has now become a frustrating thing - out of respect for the dead, people cannot drink or gamble. In the afternoon, the chiefs gathered together to Lengyuan and Wasteland

The God of the Lord presented tributes: blood of the horse, gold, silver and coins, exquisite iron swords snatched from the "city people" in the minting area, etc. Then they entered the woods to collect firewood and prepare for cremation.

The women in the camp were baking bread mixed with carbon ash for funerals at sunset. The children were sent to the woods a few miles away to take care of the herd, so the station was surprisingly quiet. All the rest were left.

People are staying in tents waiting for the funeral to begin, and people are also in need of rest after a long journey.

Quis spent a long afternoon alone, his mind full of this raid on the squad. All the tribes are now talking about this bold attack, while jealous of Hasmu's wealth - not just

Weapons and armor, as well as a large number of military mounts and a large box full of coins.

He was very sure that there would definitely be several tribes that could not withstand the temptation and would try to plunder other fortresses later. While obtaining the spoils, he would show off his strength. Even if the Blacksmith Guild was already on guard, the first few attacks were attacked

Probably it will still succeed.

What really made him curious was how the casting area would react? In the continuous harassment, perhaps half of the troops would be burned, and the Blacksmith Guild would have to respond: either launch a large-scale military operation to punish the tribe; or retract it.

Inside a safe wall.

When planning the raid, Quis once thought that the former reaction was very likely. However, after talking to the chief of Ajia, he suspected that the Blacksmith Guild might choose the latter. There was only a little bit of it.

It is certain that the Anku-Ajia Dalian Chief can only use "Anku" or "Ajia" as his surname in the future. After the Yinfulit nobles suffered serious failure, they will be deprived of some of their surnames as punishment. This is his

The rules set by the ancestor's giant spirit sultan.

Of course, this has nothing to do with him. What Quis cares about is the secrets that can completely destroy the Dark Lord in the prophecy made by Time Dragon.

Year after year, as the city in the casting area continues to expand, its development route has become increasingly isolated.

Initially, the blacksmith guild that managed the city, the majority of the seats were the elemental creatures from the inner planes. Later, other giant races such as Fire Giants and Frost Giants also joined this.

In a city. Now, the number of Cambion tribes with half of the demonic bloodline in this city is growing steadily. It is hard to say that it is not a strategy designed specifically for Glazt to manage the place more effectively.

.

The number of caravans heading to that city did not decrease much, and the growth of wealth never stopped, but the immigration wave of descendants of elemental descendants from other planes of the bottomless abyss almost completely stopped. Although the casting area still relies on its manufacturing industry

Influence, enjoying Glazt's protection in Galhasta - Quis suspected that this is probably because the dark lord may have made a prophecy on this place, so he does not want too many demons to be mixed up.

After all, in the eyes of the demons, their kind are the most dangerous - but its own development potential is actually about to be developed to the limit.

A few desert immigrants who remained in the city occasionally heard news that there was a very bad atmosphere everywhere. Death and disappearance have become part of the daily life of the foundry area, and people are both angry and frustrated by the incompetence of the city guards.

The expectations of the city's blacksmith guild have given way to a cynical rumor: the heads of large factories are all busy using conspiracies to attack opponents, and they do not care about the lives and death of their craftsmen and their families.

Twenty years ago, these were simply unimaginable.

But the more anxious the people were, the tighter the control of the Blacksmith Guild's control over the city. The city gates were strictly guarded day and night, and no one could enter and exit at will unless they were signed by the guild veterans. Even inside the city

Large cargo warehouses are also full of risks, and the Copper Armor Army is now patrolling day and night.

Ques lay on a cushion and rubbed his eyes. How long will it take? He has been experiencing history for more than 20 years, and nearly one-fifth of the time period has passed. But now he

Still, there is no key thing found, a factor that may pose a fatal threat to Glazt.

It's almost there, he told himself. It's almost there. The crack is about to appear. Have firm beliefs and wait.

"Belief..." Quis murmured in a low voice, "...I can believe something now, it's really worrying to wait."

"There are no gods on the cold land," said a voice that was ignorant of men and women. "Perhaps, you can try to believe in yourself."

Quis turned around and threw the cushion all over the floor, almost being wrapped in his robe - of course, it was just a disguise for him. In fact, he had long felt the arrival of the uninvited guest.

Opposite the tent, a guest who had met him, was wearing a black silk robe and a black linen turtle-covered face, which was in sharp contrast with his flashing yellow eyes.

Some tattoos were faintly exposed on its chin and neck, shining with a slight spell aura.

Quis looked at it in surprise, and asked in surprise: "How did you come in?"

The Lengyuan people looked up and smelled it mockingly. "If you could have a wife and a few children, they would probably find me a mile away." Then, it spread its hands and swept across the sky

One person's tent. "No one is going to take care of you at all. I don't even have a pet. I just like being alone?"

Quis glared at it. "What do you want to do?"

The Lengyuan people leaned back slightly and sat cross-legged. "First of all, you can be a decent master and invite me to have some tea." It tilted its head a little arrogantly.

Quis stared at it "blindly" for a while, and said, "I don't think you should be here."

The weirdo just blinked its yellow eyes. "Before making tea, remember to put some honey and milk in the cup."

Quis sighed and walked to a lacquered wooden pallet. A daughter of Fayinsar had just brought him a pot of tea not long ago. The water in the copper kettle was still very hot. He poured tea for it while

I found a honey jar that I hadn't used for a long time. As for milk, he really didn't have it here.

After a while, Quis put a small cup of sweet tea in front of the guest. Lengyuan Zhimin held it to his mouth with both hands, sniffed it hard, and a smile flashed across his face. "A precious drink," it whispered.

After that, he lifted up the hem of the face towel, took a small sip carefully, then raised his eyes and looked at Quis, "Thank you."

"What's the point of doing?"

The guest raised his slender eyebrows. "Ask aware of it? The God-Selected One had arranged a test before, and now I will announce the result of the test to you." It took a small sip of tea. "However, there are some things we must have

Let’s talk first.”

Quis looked confused—partially pretending, partly unaware—he sat on the carpet opposite the Lengyuan People. “What’s there to talk about?”
Chapter completed!