The long, cold night of the wilderness has finally come to an end, and the purple moon ring, which symbolizes demonic nature and hunting, has finally descended. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When dawn descended on the Black Horn City, without the interference of the demonic fog, the Seymour people also ushered in the annual sunshine.

The Sunshine Festival is also the annual New Year's celebration of the Seymour people, and many visitors from other ethnic groups from thousands of miles away are watching, after all, in this special area and time, the sunshine that can be enjoyed safely is already a rare enjoyment in this world.

But that doesn't mean it's a good time.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Or some people say that it is the season of spring thunder, the fireworks of the Sunshine Festival, but in just five minutes, thousands of lightning bolts fall, which is beyond the scope of seasonal changes.

The only thing to be thankful for is the special structure of the corner city.

As the name suggests, if you look down from the sand dunes outside the city, it looks like a Seymour man's horn.

The entire city is covered with angular curved exterior wall panels, and lightning strikes the outer walls continuously, leaving only a little space in the middle, which is still infused by the thunderstorm.

But the lightning that came in didn't cause much damage other than causing bursts of sparks.

It is said that the Seymour people have mastered the technology of harnessing thunderstorms as a source of energy, and now it seems that it is still somewhat convincing.

The sunlight poured down from the entrance of the cave, just in time to drape the goddess square where the festival was held in a golden glow, but how could it attract countless tourists from far and wide with just such a level of light.

"It's open, it's open!"

In the midst of exclamation and excitement, the middle hole of the giant horn was slowly opening, and the huge outer wall began to gradually spread and disintegrate, even if the thunderstorm was still fierce.

On the high ground around the city, tall towers made of bones are slowly rising, and thunderstorms seem to be sucked away by their traction.

During the festivities, these "ancestral teeth" will take on the role of lightning rods.

The "horn" of the corner city is slowly opening, and the sunlight is beginning to shine, and the place where it passes, while crossing a golden light, it also brings cheers full of joy.

As the spiritual home of the Seymour people, only in this special climate Harait Wilderness can there be an annual thunderstorm season.

And only the Storm Season, which is full of storm elements, can dispel other elemental powers, and by the way, it also carries that endless demonic fog to let the gift of sunlight fall.

Other big cities can't dispel the fog high above their heads, even if they have large fog-repelling devices, and artificial lights and natural light are completely different things.

But only a big city like Horntown, which is almost a racial capital, can enjoy a rare sunshine festival during the thunderstorm season, and enjoy the bright daylight that affects the entire city.

As the sunlight gradually spread throughout the city, the strange crowd put down what they were doing, or confused, or joyful, or panicked to touch this scene full of sacredness.

But there are always some people, but they look at the cheering crowd around them with a blank or indifferent face, and they don't know what they are happy about.

And the residents of Horn City are not surprised, these people are basically advent from another dimension, their world, it seems that the sun can fall freely, and the air will not be filled with the smell of magic elements, and newborns don't have to worry about the doom of premature death.

“......... It's really an enviable place, so what are you doing here here?"

The locals of Ansolen, after hearing about Ash's living conditions, would always add such a sentence, and often even the most eloquent Descenders did not know how to answer.

We're here to save you from the threat of the evil gods? It's so fake that maybe it can be used in the speech, and those who say such things back then will be regarded as hypocrites and false Taoists.

Let's take the opportunity to improve ourselves, and let our god become the true god of this world, and plunder some local resources by the way........ which seems to be very true, but it seems to be a little subtly different, and if you really say that, the next sentence, probably I don't know how to answer.

“...... And what's the difference between you and the evil gods and their minions?"

Let's not kill people or rob people? Ahem, let's not mention that some of the new gods will secretly "exceed" their practices, especially those radical predators who are much more excessive than the evil gods, and many evil god forces can also communicate and trade.

We......

"Look, it's no difference, but you look a lot like us, at least better than those weird-shaped creatures. ”

In the eyes of many Anthoreen, there is no essential difference between the Ash and the evil gods, they are all visitors from different planes, and they cannot be driven away when they come....... But the reputation of the Ash is still slightly better, after all, most of them are friendly, and the similar appearance and racial characteristics also vaguely confirm the blood connection between the two sides.

The people of Ansoreen are also familiar with these outsiders, and know that they are not fundamentally different from themselves, and it is obviously stupid to generalize based on birth, and there are good and bad outsiders, it is better to look at the emblem and the divine camp on their chests.

In general, moderates such as the natural camp are more popular, and those who come to the gods of war, killing, etc., are always looked at with more vigilance, but this seemingly superfluous vigilance is necessary.

The neutral, kind-minded gods already have a certain reputation, but every time the locals ask, "What are you doing here?", the Ichs, regardless of faction, are still very embarrassed.

Now, in a corner of Horn City, the same words are coming from the mouth of an Adventist from Ash.

"What are we doing in this hellish place! You said I only came here when there was so much electricity, but there was no outlet for electricity here, and my mobile phone and game console couldn't be stored and charged! There was no Internet and no games, you wanted to kill me!"

The blonde playful girl is roaring, and if you ignore the pile of garbage and the game console behind it, it makes people want to vomit "It's obvious that you have been at home for two days without electricity before you remember to complain?", then the accusation really has two points of truth.

The other companions in the room were already surprised.

"I'm sick again, Internet addiction and game poisoning....... let's find a place to recharge her as soon as possible, I'm afraid that if it drags on for a long time, she will bite people everywhere. ”

Sunana's poisonous tongue is still the same, and her beautiful face is veiled, and for some reason, the dark-skinned elves are not welcome here.

But just like Isabella, who has not made any progress, as a long-lived elven bloodline, two years have not left a trace on her, and she is sitting on the windowsill, playing with the silver blade in her hand, while watching every visitor who enters and leaves the inn.

In the aisle outside the door, Hermit cautiously traveled his guard duties, a head taller and his shoulders wider than he had been two years ago, finally getting rid of his damn heightened shoes.

And the last member and captain of this temporary team, naturally Rorschach with a helpless face, didn't come out for long, he regretted the team selection this time, especially the long-term power outage and network disconnection made someone neurotic from the beginning of going out, but considering someone's ability in magic, and this special mission, I really can't let that be without him.

"........ Isabella, hold on, next month the Zhilong series is said to have a dark Joan of Arc Black Samurai version, aren't you investing in credit cards and bank cards, I will personally send you 30 draws after this mission. ”

"I know myself very well, as an African chieftain-level black hand, 30 draws ........"

"100 draws! No, 200 draws are up to you, no matter how dark you are, you won't challenge the lower limit of mathematical probability. ”

"Your will is my command! Say, let me blow it up?"

"........ no one wants you to blow it up! Didn't you even read the briefing on the mission? We're here to find someone! It's just a 'simple' search for someone. ”

But looking at Isabella's dazed face, Rorschach knew that he had said it in vain, and he had to explain it all over again.

"It's been two years since we completed the rapid development of resources in front of the gods, and the parts and crew of our ship have been prepared, and now it's time for the most critical assembly part, and our goal for many years has finally reached the moment when it comes to achieving it, and now we need a port area that is open enough to complete the work......... Now you get it?"

"Does it have anything to do with asking me to come to this ghost place with no electricity and no internet?"

Isabella was still confused, Rorschach had already made sure that not only did she not read the mission briefing, but she probably didn't even care about what the church was busy with lately.

"The month after the Sunshine Festival is also the biggest market time of the year in the wasteland area, at least you can try your luck, if the divination result is correct, we should have a harvest.......... although I can't understand whether the divination result must take you!"