Beyond the craggy desert rift, the sound of the black wind sweeping the earth is still howling, but fortunately, the rift valley in this lonely desert blocks most of the wind and sand invading, forming a natural haven here.

If you can look down from a thousand feet in the sky, looking through the clouds and the wind of the day and night, the rift valley is like an ugly and narrow scar on the vast earth, and at this time, a star of orange and red in the rift valley stands out in the dark night.

"Poof, you're so funny, you're thinking too much, aren't you?"

As if he thought Roger's words were too ridiculous, Elway, who had always maintained his demeanor, burst out laughing, "Kuviinen? That old weapon of the legendary Lord Vos, the prototype of the golden bow that symbolizes the Elven Throne, how can that artifact be in my hand." ”

"Long before the beginning of the Dark Ages, when the ancient gods were hidden, 'Kuviinen' was lost in history, and it has never appeared in the past few epochs, do you think it will be in the hands of one of my little elven rangers?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just think your bow looks familiar, so I'll just ask, but if you can really see Lord Vos's weapons in this necromantic underworld, it's worth the trip. ”

Roger replied softly with an expressionless face, then lowered his eyelids, and when he raised his head again, his right eye was restrained, and the perspective of seeing through the vanity appeared in front of Roger's eyes again.

"Uh, I'll go, what the hell ....."

I don't know what I saw, the corners of Roger's mouth tugged, and the egg-sore expression disappeared for a moment.

In his field of vision, the quaint elven longbow was shrouded in a faint fluorescent, and the emerald green magic power flowed inside the bow body like a string moon, it did look like an ordinary magical creation, at best, the magic power in it was very condensed, but the image of the elf in front of him in Roger's eyes was very interesting.

After a long sigh of relief, after a pause, Roger relaxed inexplicably, staring directly at the elf in front of him, it seemed that he didn't want to continue to talk to Elway, so he spoke directly, "Okay, then let's not beat around the bush, back to the topic, what is the purpose of you approaching me? ”

Hearing this, it seemed a little strange that Roger was suddenly straightforward, but Elway, who was wiping hard, still stopped his movements, raised his head, and his eyes focused on Roger's face under the firelight, and said helplessly: "I know that you won't believe the previous set, but whether you believe it or not, in short, when I prayed a few days ago, I did inspire Voss's response, Lord Voss told me that if you want to get out of this land full of desecration, you have to follow the travelers who appear in the here and now, I think it must be you." ”

Hearing Elway's answer, Roger looked strangely at the elf who was wiping the longbow with his head down, and then looked away from him, staring at the crackling and bursting sparks of the campfire, silent.

It wasn't long before Irway, who had nothing to do, had already turned his longbow over and over several times, that Roger got up yawning, stretched his body, and then turned and rubbed his shoulders in the direction of the firelight, leaving only a back for Elway.

"Set out at dawn tomorrow morning, and watch out for the moving quicksand that may flood into the rift, and I don't want to be buried in this place, and call me to change the guard in two hours. ”

Leaving such a sentence, Roger found a random place in the dark, and then rested comfortably against the stone wall, completely unaware of the stranger he met for the first time in front of him, so he rested.

The campfire crackled and sparks. Elway, who had been silent since Roger left, frowned, put down the longbow he had been wiping, and pondered the meaning behind Roger's actions.

After a long time, hearing Roger's steady breathing, Elway smiled with relief, put the longbow next to his hand back behind him, wrapped the thin black cloak tightly, and got up to alert his surroundings with the help of the dark vision unique to the undead.

Gently rubbing the ring with a silver-gray texture flowing on his fingertips, Elway, who was patrolling against the black wind at the mouth of the rift, returned to his previous lazy appearance, "It seems that this kid Roger has found out, but how did he see it....."

Following

When the wind weakened, the sand and dust in the sky no longer blinded the vision, and the gray world appeared in front of people's eyes, the inhabitants of this land knew that the black wind tide that had been blowing for several days had finally gradually subsided, which indicated that those demonic beasts that had become inexplicably violent because of the black wind tide would also return to their lair, quietly waiting for the next time the black wind wreaked on.

Without the shade of the sand, the dark gray clouds overhead became even more cloudy, and the pale golden mage's eyes floating above Amanda's ruins were even more majestic. With a series of bells ringing from the tower, symbolizing the end of the black wind tide, the ruins that had been silenced by the wind and sand came alive again.

The crumbling hills of Amanda resemble a giant anthill with their earthy yellow buildings in ruins, and a group of ragged slave laborers like swarms of worker ants flock in and out of the walls of white bones and gravel. They need to dig out the gravel of the goods that had been buried by the sudden sand storm a few days ago, and then drag the heavy goods back to the rubble under the vicious gaze of the overseer.

Crouched behind the sand dunes not far from Amanda's ruins, the slightly higher terrain made it easy for Roger to peek in front of him. Even though Roger carefully ensured that he was outside the maximum viewing distance of the Mage's Eye, he was still careful to wrap himself in an earthy yellow canvas, and from a distance, his figure almost blended in with his surroundings.

From Roger's point of view, the ruins of Amanda not far away were far more dilapidated than the scattered accounts of the underground tunnels.

This is an ancient city built on the mountain, and those undead who lived here many years ago hollowed out nearly half of the volume of the stone mountain along the mountain, and it took a hundred years to finally establish this huge city of the dead on the earth.

And now, this glorious ancient city once built to serve the undead monarch has only a few ruins left to write the old days. The mages stationed in it obviously pulled a group of slave laborers from the pancontinent to repair it, but in terms of actual results, the camp in front of them is much colder and colder, even worse than the slums.

Beneath the low, crumbling walls of the ruins were small shacks enclosed in a large number of khaki-yellow and worn canvas, which filled every inch of space between the walls and the buildings, forming a continuous living quarter, presumably the dwellings of the slave laborers, Roger speculated.

And when Roger looked beyond the canvas sheds and into the depths of the excavated rocky mountain, surrounded by low-slung buildings that occupied most of the ruins, and relatively intact rammed-earth houses on either side of the rugged road, which for some reason were rarely inhabited.

Retracting his gaze, Roger rolled over and lay down on the sand dune in thought. After some observation, Roger found that the scale of the camp in front of him was very different from what he had imagined.

It stands to reason that the alien frontier camp should be streamlined to ensure full control of the camp and prevent possible enemy infiltration, after all, no one knows what form of life in the unfamiliar plane will be.

In Roger's imagination, the mage camp in Amanda's ruins should only occupy a small part of the ruins, and the camp in front of him has clearly developed into a small town.

The most important thing is that Roger did not find any trace of the Mage Tower in the ruins, and even found no trace of magic here except for the pale golden Mage Eye floating in the air, even if Roger observed it through his 'right eye'.

There were no illusions, no scouting circles, no arcane servants patrolling here, like an ordinary human camp, which Roger couldn't understand at all. That said, such a loose camp gave Roger too many opportunities to sneak in.

"Da Da Da"

A series of stumbling footsteps rang out behind Roger, apparently deliberately stomping vigorously on the ground to be noticed. Without looking back, Roger knew that it must be Alween's footsteps, and it sounded like he was not happy that he had asked him to find out the news.

"Can't you keep a low profile?"

Roger lowered his body and looked at Elway who was sitting beside him with a big grin, his face full of helplessness, "Although it seems that the mage stationed there is not specifically guarding this side, you are not so obvious." If I find out, I don't want to go toe-to-toe with a full group of mages. ”

According to the standard configuration of the Pan-continental Mage Federation, each mage stronghold will have at least one second-order magician, more than four first-order magicians, as well as many mage apprentices and guardian knights, according to the importance of the area where the stronghold is located, there will even be third-order mages, if there is a conflict with such a systematic mage group, it is obvious that Roger wants to see his boss.

"Relax, half-elf, if I'm not mistaken, there shouldn't be the mage group you imagined. Elway took a branch of grass that he found out of nowhere, and casually threw a metal emblem in front of Roger's eyes, "It seems that the group of mages from the pan-continent you called have abandoned this place, this is no longer a pioneer camp for non-teachers, and now it is ruled by a human nobleman named Fitz." ”

And he's been ruling here for almost fifty years. ”