The hollow found by Demon King Rosienke at the edge of the dark abyss is a very regular hexagon. The surrounding soil has been dry and hard, as if it has been backlogged to a certain extent, which shows that the items buried here are very hard.
It was probably the size of someone's palm, and the size was very similar to a badge, but when Rosienke put his hand in, he found that the hole was quite deep, and his index finger could fully touch it, so it didn't look like a badge, but a box.
Time is also very long. The wall of the passage in the dark abyss was originally smooth, but after years of erosion and accumulation of silt and dirt, it also became pitted, which was not something that could be done in two years. After all, the dark abyss connects hell and the world, and its strength is stronger than the walls of the Imperial Palace of the Golden Banner, so I just want to grind off the shallowest layer of rock and soil on the wall, and it will take decades, and this once There are pits and pits that have been gnawed in the holes that have been inlaid in the "box".
This has to be at least a few thousand years.
The question is, what exactly is this thing
What is it that can quietly fall here, insert it, and disappear without a sound
Of course, this is also very likely to be an ordinary stone, or something like the core of some magical magical beast. It fell here, a long, long time ago, and it may have been backlogged or shattered in the end, and finally it was with the darkness. The abyss melted into one, leaving a void that only proved his presence.
Such a thing is indeed possible, but the fear lord checked the other places in the dark abyss, shook his head and walked up to report: "No problems were found." After that, the Demon Lord Rosienke could no longer regard this void as normal.
He thought about it, and simply digging out this small piece of the wall would be able to dig out this inexplicable "hole" and take it back to study it slowly.
While digging, I was thinking, ah, this is actually a three-light, right
The abyss lord is staring at an orc mercenary leader that the Golden Banner Empire has just found, and is directing his subordinates to attack its rear-although he can play himself, of course, let the younger brother do what he can do... While thinking so I felt as if something had touched the back of my neck, and after a few minutes, it hurt again, as if I had been stung by a bug.
"..." Obviously, this is not because of being attacked by foreign enemies, but... Damn, what did they do to the dark abyss!
It's not over yet!
Can you please consider that I am on the front line! ! !
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The battlefield of demons and other races can be regarded as the northeast of the Snow Blade Kingdom. Most of the people on the battlefield are indeed soldiers of the Snow Blade Kingdom, but in addition to them, there are reinforcements from the Golden Banner Empire and some mercenaries from For orcs, sub-elves, dwarves, etc.
The goblins shuttled through it as technicians. They were short and ugly, with almost no fighting power, and their voices were hoarse and unpleasant, but these little clowns and clowns were born with good skills. No one can look down on goblins when it comes to fighting, goblins in troubadour poetry are always greedy and short-sighted, have no sense of responsibility and courage, and even abandon their clan for the sake of money - so now they have no race of their own, and become vassals of others , this is their fate.
But when it comes to craftsmanship, no one can say that goblins do poorly. Dwarves are known to be good at blacksmithing. Goblins are good at all kinds of small handicrafts and manufacturing, which is also known to children on the continent of God's Favor. From tanning leather armor to repairing gear, from drawing inscriptions to crafting potions, to machinery and construction... Goblins are one-of-a-kind, natural workers.
Of course, people say that goblins can only be workers because they are not creative.
This is a kind of stereotyped thinking. After hundreds of millions of years in the Continent, the war has never subsided, so almost all races are used to defining other races with war thinking, and almost all races look down on each other.
The northern coalition is like a microcosm, a microcosm of the chaos of most of the races in the world that are not powerful. Of course, the most powerful dragons and pure-blooded elves are not among them. They don't get involved in such things, and wars are also very difficult. Less will take the initiative to find them.
Compared with the high-profile northern coalition, some free cities and city-states to the south of the Golden Banner Empire are almost left alone. Most of these small cities are very wealthy, because the merchants who come and go have to pass through here, but their military strength is weak, at least compared with the huge Golden Banner Empire, so they can't make a difference.
For example, in the city of Montama, the most thing that has been done in the past few years is to fight for tax reduction with the emperor of the Golden Banner Empire, but... it has not been successful.
It needs the blessing of the Golden Banner Empire.
Although its status as a city lord is comparable to that of a king, and it is also "independent and free" above the name, but this world is not a fairy tale book for children, and the theoretical things have almost no practicality.
The city of Montama was panicking.
It is said that the Lord of the City can't sleep in the middle of the night now, and the most common thing that no one talks about in private every day is "The Emperor Jinqi only collects taxes and does not support" - but the person who said this rumor has no way to explain it clearly. "People say", so how could it be heard and spread by others
Of course, the Lord of the City is still very relaxed to the outside world. He always seems to have a plan in his mind, and he does not take the plight of Montama City into his eyes.
This does give civilians a little hope.
"Shh, have you forgotten? Twenty years ago, there was a great famine, and it didn't rain for three consecutive years... Half of the people in our city starved to death! Finally, the Lord of the City invited a water demon. Master Tutor, he let us rain for three days and three nights, and the seedlings in the ground grew up!"
People say that.
Xu Jun took the steamed buns, led Lance, followed by Jace, and a group of four (there were still three non-humans) walked to the church. The planning of Mondama City is very similar to that of many cities in the Golden Banner Empire. The military camp was set up near the two city gates, the residential area was surrounded by the city, and the medical hall and ordinary herbal shops were also here. In the central area of the city, there are large auction houses, banks, and war shops, which sell equipment, runes, potions, etc. that can be used by warriors, almost all of which are finished products.
The City Lord's Mansion, the city government hall, and the church's church are also in the center.
It was a block away from the bank and the trading district, so it seemed that the banging sound of coins could not be heard, and it seemed a lot nobler.
In the past, the central trade area was the most lively, where adventurers and mercenaries were making noises, talking about recent tasks, potion prices and beautiful girls, but now there are no adventurers here. Only civilians roamed in front of the church and the city hall.
But you can still hear the melodious singing.
"So... see? Someone is playing near the fountain in front. That's a troubadour. They usually tell stories in these public places to make money." Xu Jun pointed to the poet playing the banjo in front of the fountain. The fur, with a beautiful feather on the hat, swayed slightly against the wind, it was a very publicized red.
"Usually such a troubadour would tell a love story..." Xu Jun explained, and when he got close, he heard the troubadour plucking the strings impassively and singing loudly: "Don't think that God will save you, my dear. Brothers and sisters. Let us hold each other's hands, Lord Mayor will lead us to victory..."
Xu Jun: "...well, but a love story may not be as politically correct..."
Lance is still young, and he doesn't understand love stories, let alone what political correctness means. Mantou has been traveling with Xu Jun for a long time. He probably knows what love is, but he doesn't understand the word politics.
Jess smiled lightly, and Xu Jun scratched his head: "... How much did the city owner spend to buy a navy _(:зゝ∠)_"
They passed the bard and walked to the door of the church, only to find that the commoners were gathered in the church hall. Everyone was holding something when they came out of it, but they covered it up so that no one could see it. Seeing that Xu Jun and his party were dressed as adventurers, these civilians were even more vigilant, as if Xu Jun would be ready at any time. Like robbing them.
Probably... in Dharma
Walking inside, I heard a gentle and loud voice speaking: "Everyone is a faithful believer in God... Piety is the best passport, so that all those who believe in God can be happy. Please obey the rules and receive your own. A medicine... Well, Paul over there, you've been receiving it for two days in a row... Each person is limited to only one..."
Everyone whispered, saying that Paul was unconscious, and a few young men and women who were still able-bodied simply pushed him out.
As a result, Xu Jun and the others could see a young man with a sharp-mouthed monkey, thin cheeks, and two dark circles under his eyes, swearing while clutching half of the medicine: "...Damn, what are you wearing... Who doesn't know you still have stock... "
In the end, let him take some medicine.
And those drugs could have been given to other people.
In this case, how many supplies can even the church collect? The city of Mondama is usually prosperous, but most of the income of the church is handed over to their superiors, so when disasters really come, the bishops of the branch churches can only help with disaster relief. They neither have the strength to turn the tide and come to a Forbidden Spell to save the world, nor have the financial resources to buy a large amount of food and medicine, and become an indestructible and reliable warehouse.
The bishop of Mondama City, Carloman, is an old man with white hair and beard. He looks very gentle. He was just talking. When he talked to the common people, he didn't have any airs, so he couldn't hold down some people, such as the Paul just now.
He also took two nuns to help distribute the medicine, who were as gentle as he was.
"Can each person only get medicine twice?" A little boy walked out of the crowd and pulled Bishop Carloman's robe: "Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't know before... But my grandfather is about to die... He still need to take medicine…”
Tears flowed from the sunken eye sockets of the little boy. He was very thin, not like a seven- or eight-year-old child.
Behind him was a thinner girl, probably due to malnutrition. The little girl's hair was dull and unhealthy yellow. The little boy pulled the bishop's robe, and the little girl pulled the little boy's hem: "Brother... don't cry, I'll save the medicine for grandpa."
The author has something to say: Xu Jun's passive state is triggered: he feels distressed for the child.
For cute children, Xu Jun will be very soft-hearted, while for bear children, Xu Jun will usually have itchy hands.
Tina, the little sand leopard boy who was spanked by Xu Jun a long time ago: "... Haha."