Tonight, the moon is hanging high in a full and bright posture in a clear and starry night sky. Under the gentle moonlight, Cuimu Peak strives to stretch and point to the sky. During the day, the sun will shine with the purple and rust on the top of the granite peak. However, in the moonlight, they all transform into tall and arrogant ghosts, appearing lonely and cold.

The north of the mountain range is surrounded by forests, with giant oak and basswood covering the sky and the sun extending from the foot of the mountain to the beach. A few dozen miles east is a black swamp that looks a bit desolate, but it only looks. Although it is a land full of mud, rivers and stagnant waters, it also has hills and fertile soil suitable for farming.

Black Willow City is located there. As one of Green's hardcore allies, Black Willow City Mayor had personally experienced the "Deflation Night" of Cuimu City and felt it. He generously decided to open up several "floating lands" that had just been confirmed on the border of Black Willow City - an nickname for certain lands in the swamp, where it can be built or planted and is more suitable for human habitation - to accommodate the Green family temporarily migrated from Cuimu, as well as the city civilians who followed Green and his troops in exile.

Half a month after that crisis, except for the fiefs of the Green family and the satellite towns of Cuimucheng, there are few people left near the ruins of Cuimucheng. With the migration of urban residents, many small settlements have been abandoned. People living in those places have fully utilized the "wisdom of the people" and migrated with their vassals.

Now Cuimu Peak, due to the strong awakening of the landlord god, the fortress-like rock mass and Cuimu City above were split off a large piece, leaving only a circular valley. Surrounding this huge bowl-shaped pit, there is a string of steep dome hills. In addition, the surrounding high mountains look particularly abrupt. In just over half a month, the trees must have not yet grown. The land in the middle of this circle of cyclic hills is deserted, and only some wild grasses and twisted vines can be seen.

There is a raised rock hill in the center of the cyclic hill, bare, like the foreheads of many dwarfs. The hill suddenly rose up and formed a gentle slope close to the ground at the highest point, which really looked like the head of a humanoid creature.

Many people noticed this before the civilians in Cuimu City evacuated, but no one ever mentioned it to the owners here. They were either not brave enough, not strong enough, or not reckless enough.

On the flat platform of the rock hill, a tower that seemed to be poured directly with mortar stood tall, tall and magnificent, soaring into the sky, easily crossing the surrounding hills, vaguely revealing a trace of dark light under the moonlight. There was silence in the tower, because the grey tower was built, and the dwarfs who had been temporarily stationed in it for a while, have now withdrawn.

However, the sound of the boots gently brushing the stones broke the silence here. A figure flashed by under the gentle moonlight, shadows fell on the surrounding ground and rocks, and a linen cloak fluttered in the cool breeze of the night.

Amid a squeak, the gate of the gray tower dragged the hinge slightly opened. The man in the cloak cursed in a low voice, then took out a small silver pot from his arms and poured some of the alchemy lubricating oil inside into the hinge. The grease soaked the somewhat rusty hinge, making it easier to open. The intruder smiled.

At this time, the inside of the gray tower was empty, and all the remaining tools were damaged and abandoned. The intruder was as quiet as a phantom. He took out a seemingly crushed astrologer from his pocket - but it was not the case - its dial had become shattered and the pointer on it became distorted. The metal lay lifelessly in the hands of the intruder, as if useless.

However, after the man fiddled with the knob on the side of the astrology, a room appeared in the lower hall of the gray tower. The intruder walked through the room and walked up the steps leading to the underground secret room. He walked down more than ten yards in a twists and turns, came to a iron-cast door, and then took out the "astrology"-like thing again and opened the door.

"You're a little late."

"I can only ride my horse to the bottom of the mountain, and then climb up little by little with the vines. This is the letter from the mayor to you."

The intruder—or the connector—takes out a letter sealed with red wax from his arms and hands the letter to the other party.

"He is willing to cooperate with us," he looked at the letter paper with a glance, hid himself in his hooded burqa, and nodded, then said to the mercenary leader who came to deliver the letter: "And you are his agent, as always."

As he was talking, a flash of lightning suddenly popped up from the tip of the Ding Monk's fingers. Without any defense, the mercenary commander was hit and fell to the ground.

"In view of the fact that the war is about to start with a full-scale war with the emperor's monster army, the Crown of Stilmu decided to spread faith among Ramsey's humans in order to obtain more qualified warriors and magic spell casters. Mayor Softmaple has agreed to be the first batch of experimental subjects, but according to Ramsey's tradition, as a lord, he can let you replace it."

Looking at the mercenary captain who was lying on the ground and was stiff, the Ding Monk explained to him a few words. Then, he bent down and stretched out his hand to hold the collar of the "experimental product" and walked towards the "virtual game temple" in the basement.

Unlike the "Stim House" on Dwarf Island, this is not the relaxed and cheerful entertainment style that dwarfs are common. Instead, it is somewhat similar to the temples and residences of various gods in Ramsey's human society. The decorations and decorations are all to highlight solemn and dignified. However, because this virtual game temple is opened underground, it looks a bit gloomy and terrifying.

"Do you want to be a snake?" Because of his stiffness, the mercenary captain's words were speechless.

While being dragged, he saw dozens of electric monks walking around this holy residence. Those people - just call it this way - were like ghouls crawling out of the grave, without any anger. They were just wandering back and forth between small quiet rooms built with long stone slabs, and as long as someone walked in, there would be strange light flashes in those quiet rooms.

The electric monk pushed the mercenary commander to the door of a small quiet room. Only then did he see clearly what patterns seemed to be carved on the long stones. "The weird big bird," he thought, and then the next moment he was pushed into the quiet room.
Chapter completed!