A qiē came so fast.

When Old Burton raised his head, his son's head was cut off, and before he grabbed the hoe, his daughter-in-law's belly was torn open, and when he finally stood up, and was ready to rush up to fight the monster, his youngest grandson was pulled out of his heart in front of him.

His blood froze before it boiled, and his strength weakened before it could flourish.

The pathetic old man could only reach out to the sky and cry out in despair.

"Open your eyes, open your eyes. ”

However, all that was answered was the mocking sneer of the xenos, and the coldness and coldness that had touched his throat.

His head rolled down next to the body of his neighbor. The faded surface of the eyeball reflects the ubiquitous killing and plundering.

and, the sky-high fire that gradually spreads.

Mosart, the city of streams and moors.

To the north are the swamps of countless veins and massifs, and to the south are the treacherous mountains that guard the only access between Hafendal and the White Land. With only a few troops stationed on the main routes, the city will become impregnable.

It's no wonder that Ufrik would rather sacrifice a lot than take the risk of storming the snowman. Because that's at least something that can be done. Although it fails, it does not mean that there is no chance of a comeback.

Mosart, however, is different. Even the best commanders had no hope of winning in the face of such overwhelming terrain. This has been proven many years ago by the blood of countless arrogant people. And now, naturally, no one will try to break this iron law.

[Only Mosar's army can defeat Mosar]

And in fact, as long as Mosal is in one side at the beginning of the war, he will be undefeated unless his own side is so overwhelmingly disadvantaged that the supply lines are cut off.

This has always been the case, and there have never been exceptions.

Therefore, Mosal is a very special city.

A city without walls.

A wealthy and closed city.

A city for refuge or seclusion.

Whether this reclusive person is a human being...... Or inhuman.

On the third day after the travelers walked out of the cold rock passage, the villages on the outskirts of Mosal appeared before their eyes.

This small improvised team also ushered in the moment of dissolution.

Parting is not a pleasant thing. Especially when there is a certain friendship between people, such a move is even more unbearable.

However, it is necessary.

Quinn is a merchant named in a chamber of commerce called Nightstar Moon, and he has a large shipment that needs to be disposed of urgently. Chamak is said to be looking for a friend with whom he has lost contact for a long time. Neither of them had much time to spare, so after a hurried goodbye, they quickly disappeared into the streets of Mosar.

So, the only ones left in the tour were Alice and Jamila.

"I don't have anything to do. The reason why I decided to go through the cold rock passage was just a test for myself. Jamila said. The pair of ruby-like eyes widened, and he looked at the blonde girl of Sirodil with a serious face.

"If I don't mind, can I go with you? She said in a sincere tone.

"I'm sorry, I think I should still be ......"

"Oh, that's it!" said the Dark Elf, with an excited look on her face, and she gripped Alice's hand tightly and shook it vigorously.

"Again, I'm Jamila from Southam. Skilled in the use of shields and short swords. Leave it to me to attract firepower!"

Alice's face twitched.

She tilted her head and glanced at the white-haired elf with a two-thirds view of the white-haired elf. "Jamila. ”

"Huh?"

"Do you feel ...... Are you underwhelming?"

"Thanks for the compliment, this is a compulsory course for sword and shield men. The corners of Jamila's mouth curved into an exaggerated arc, and she nodded vigorously. "It seems that my accomplishments in this course are quite good. ”

Alice suddenly felt that her right hand was a little uncontrollable, maybe it would be a good choice to cut something at this time? For example, this white-haired, noisy, unreasonable humanoid creature in front of her?

Well, the right hand was grabbed and could not draw the sword.

So the girl's shoulders fell.

"Then whatever you want. Alice replied weakly.

As a result, a two-person team of travelers was once again formed.

[Hmm, maybe it's more appropriate to say that it's the adventurer squad, or is it the mercenary squad? I always feel like I've fallen into some kind of cliché, whether it's this development, this naming method, or ......]

Just as this pile of untold fragments of thought kept appearing in the girl's mind, a rapid sound of horses' hooves interrupted her.

【Hmm?】

"What's that?"

She turned back just in time to see a squad of cavalry hastily disappearing from sight to the other end. They looked tired, and their armor and weapons were miserable. It's like you've just had a fight with a giant.

"Mosar's patrol. Jamila said: "They have Mossar's coat of arms on their breastplates. Not...... It smells of blood. But it doesn't seem to be a downsizing......"

"Huh, is the number of patrols fixed?"

"Not really," Jamila said, waving her hand. "The main thing is that there are no horses left spare among them, and as far as I know, horses in Skyrim Province are very expensive. ”

"Is that so......" Alice bowed slightly.

[Then it can only be explained that they had a not-so-fierce battle in a place with strong blood not long ago.] Slaughterhouse?】

[Well, what do I care about this, it's none of my business.] 】

Alice looked up and beckoned Jamila to leave. It has been a full week since the cold rock passage. She's tired of wading through mountains and rivers.

And Jamila naturally doesn't go against her first thing after joining the team. They soon crossed the outpost outside Mosal and, after paying the entrance fee, were given a paper pass, which was necessary during the war.

So, what's next?

The first step, of course, is to find a place to stay.

………………

Mosal is very large, and may not be as prosperous as the pre-war snowman, but the post-war snowman is certainly inferior to Mosart. Alice bought a simple map of Mosal with a gold Cyptin and five locally issued silver coins of Mossar, and whether the business was worth it was another matter, at least in the general direction, would not get lost.

"We are here now. Jamila pointed to the bottom of the map. There is a very inconspicuous little spot there.

Mosal can be roughly divided into four districts according to their functions. They are the port district in the northeast, the market district in the north, the aristocratic district in the east, and the commoner district in the south. If you're looking for a place to stay, hotels in both the port and the downtown area are available.

"Port or inland, Alice, which one do you choose?" Jamila glanced at the hotel's branch. Then he turned his head to look at Alice.

"Anything goes. Alice said casually. This is the answer she always uses, because she is not a person who likes to make choices, so she subconsciously gives the right to choose to the other party.

But things turned out somewhat unexpectedly.

"Port or inland, Alice, which one do you choose?" the Dark Elf repeated his previous words.

“…… I said anything. The girl said impatiently.

Jamila, however, repeats it a second time with determination.

"Port or inland, Alice, which do you choose?" she accentuated her tone on the phrase "which one to choose".

The atmosphere became a little awkward.

But if Alice doesn't choose, maybe Jamila will repeat it a third time. If things continue like that, it's probably possible that the two of them will turn around in another five minutes.

"Why should I choose one?"

"Because I follow you, not you. If you're not able to make decisions as a leader, I'm going to be bothered. ”

[Obviously you want to follow me, why do you make it look like I'm begging you for help?]

The girl sighed, and the terrifying momentum that had enveloped her whole body collapsed in an instant.

She decided to take a step back after all.

"Hmm...... Inland bar. I'm not very fond of wet places. Alice said weakly.

"Uh-huh. Jamila nodded, drawing a small circle on the map. "Then it's right in this [herb inn]. This place is relatively close to the bulletin board, so it is also convenient if you want to take on any tasks. And it's located relatively close to the market, so it's easy to buy something......"

Before she could finish speaking, Alice snatched the pen from her hand and drew a circle on the other side of the map. "I think it's better to stay here. ”

"Nightshade Hotel?" Jamila tilted her head in confusion. "Why there? It seems to be more accessible, but it's definitely a lot more expensive. It is also far from the market. ”

"It's simple. Alice held up two fingers. "One, I hate vanilla, I hate patchouli and everything that has to do with it. Second, I'm the one who makes the decisions, so it's up to me to make the decisions. ”

"Really?" Jamila shrugged, looking unconcerned. "Then do what you say. ”

[Really...... How did this guy get so hard to deal with?]

The girl picked her chin and walked ahead first.

Fifteen minutes later......

Nightshade Hotel, full.

Thirty-five minutes later......

Herb Hotel, full.

They had to find an expensive and noisy hotel to stay in, and the only advantage was probably that it was relatively close to the sign, so that valuable private commissions could be seen at first sight - a useless advantage.

It's terrible.

PS: The reason why I hate vanilla is that I am allergic to coriander, and the second is that I was bombarded by vanilla 300 times.