Ludon opened his eyes suddenly! For some reason, a sudden palpitation woke him up!

Luden slowly stood up with a straight-edged knife wrapped in strips of cloth, and the bonfire, which was still burning when he slept, was now the only one of the few pieces of charcoal with a little spark, emitting the last shred of heat.

Moving his paralyzed body slightly, Ludon cast his gaze to the entrance of the cave, where there was already a light penetrating.

"It's almost dawn?" With that in mind, Ludon stepped out of the cavern, and with a faint light cast from the sky, he glanced to the sides.

The improvised trap at the entrance to the cave remained the same, except that it was covered in a layer of crystalline frost, and the nearby coniferous forest was as quiet as ever, and everything seemed to be fine.

But when Ludon gradually moved his gaze upwards, he instantly noticed something extremely abrupt - black smoke that went straight to the sky!

After a little identification of the direction, Luden's face changed and he walked back, and he had a faint sense of foreboding in his heart.

Soon, Ludon had packed everything up and stepped out of the cave where he had spent the night, recognizing the direction to move forward.

And in front of him was where the Fireblade Tribe was!

Before the valley where the Fireblade Tribe sits.

A huge gap appeared in the middle of the thick wooden wall, and the corpse of an unusually large deformed monster was embedded in the wooden wall, and its body had a huge scar that almost cut it in two, and the wooden wall was already stained with flesh and bone, and then condensed into a layer of frost with a pungent smell of blood in the extremely low temperature of the Far Northern Wilderness.

Trian was standing outside the wooden walls, stepping on the mangled corpse of the great evil eye, surrounded by the scene of a fire, the blackened ground with only scorched stakes curling and smoking, and he watched with sad eyes as many of his clansmen cleaned up the battlefield.

In this monster attack, the Fireblade Tribe lost at least thirty more warriors, and five times that number of warriors were injured in varying degrees of severity.

For the Fireblade Tribe, which has more than a thousand clansmen, if there is only one attack by such a monster, it is nothing at all!

But such a monster attack comes every seven days!

Since the first monster attack, the frequency of attacks has gone from once every few months to once a month, and now once every seven days, and the monsters attacked are getting stronger and stronger!

Each attack kills dozens of adult warriors from the Fireblade Tribe!

If this continues, I'm afraid that the blood of the Fire Blade Tribe will be drained in the monster's attacks again and again!

But before, the team sent out by the Fireblade Tribe to reconnoiter either never returned or found nothing, and they didn't even know where the source of these monsters was!

Although he now knows where the source of the monster is, it is obvious that the ancient evil thing has become the climate at this time, and from the fact that he sent a quasi-legendary strength monster as a consumable to lead the monster attack at a frequency of seven days, it can be known that he is already a monster that can quickly breed quasi-legendary strength! With such power, even if the Fire Blade Tribe pours out, he may not be able to fight!

What's more, Trian knows that it's definitely not just the Fireblade tribe that is being attacked in this land!

He also knew that there was already a faint call to migrate among the tribes, but where could they migrate in this far northern wilderness?

Trian's gaze looked beyond the thick wooden wall into the valley, and he was greeted by the verdant winter wheat that was already bearing fruit in the wheat fields in the valley!

A small stream with a faint white mist flowed from a cave at the top of the valley that was a forbidden place for the tribe, and meandered between the wheat fields, it was a hot spring stream! The temperature and heat it brought were also the key to the Fireblade tribe being able to grow winter wheat and feed more than a thousand tribesmen!

Shaking his head and pulling out the jet-black blade that had been inserted into the center of the Evil Eye's massive eyeball, Trian deftly dodged a stream of disgusting purple liquid and jumped off the corpse of the Great Evil Eye towards the valley.

As he was walking, there was a sudden faint sound in the coniferous forest on the right side of Trian, and when Trian cast his gaze, a figure happened to emerge from it.

"Ludon?" Trian's tone was full of surprise......

Southwest coast, large forest, Mithril mines.

The Muse was carefully avoiding the purple slime monsters wriggling at his feet, but they were crawling all over the floor of the Mithril Mine like weeds on the side of the road, and the Muse stepped on one of them.

Feeling the cracking of a sticky lump of soft matter under his feet, the muse's expression suddenly became very subtle.

A few days ago, the muse, who had returned from the underground exchange, had entered the daily routine of studying.

But this routine was soon shattered by a letter from Lydia brought back by the convoy that had brought back the produce from the pioneer camp.

Lydia asks Muse to go to the Mithril Mine in the Great Forest to find her, which is why Muse is here now.

After following the family's convoy to the place where the Mithril Mine is located, the muse is greeted by this dense slime monster everywhere, and the radiant energy that originally filled the Radiant Land has disappeared without a trace.

Thankfully, they seem to be limited in some way, just crawling outside of the Mithril Mine, in the Fallout Lands.

"Did Lydia still make the slime monster that absorbs radiant energy?"

"Let's hope these things don't turn into another kind of trouble......"

With a premonition that something was definitely going to go wrong, the Muse walked over to the tower that stood on the edge of the Radiant Lands.

Walking to the edge of the tower, the Muse used his mental power to touch the arcane ring arcane sigil belonging to Lydia on his arm, sending a message inside.

Soon, the vague tower in front of him became clear, and the fog covering the area around the tower for about five meters quickly drifted to both sides, revealing a passage leading to the main entrance of the tower.

When the Muse entered, the fog swept through again, covering the tower.

Looking at the three-story tower in front of him, the muse's gaze swept over the energy network and spell runes on the surface of the tower in turn, and his expression seemed to be thoughtful.

"It looks like a fast-building modular arcane tower used for xenoplane exploration during the Arcane Empire - [Basic Arcane Tower Type I]. ”

"But more primitive. ”

"Arcane Crystal Conduction Network, Arcane Node Crystal, Small Matrix Lock...... All without ......"

"It should be the prototype of that thing......"