The light of the morning sun shines.

A peaceful day in the city of Modo began again, and the busy people began to prepare, and the faint sound of children playing in their ears could be heard.

Rainbold straightened his clothes, reached for a scimitar forged with a hint of Mithril, and turned to walk towards his post. He was a half-drow elf who had been in Modor City for quite some time, and as a drow ranger, he was the first to follow the samurai chief here. He was greeted by people on the road from time to time, and Renbodder nodded and smiled, he had always hoped to change people's perception of the Drow Elves, maybe other places were still hostile to the Drow Elves, but the city of Mordor had accepted them.

There aren't many female drow elves in Modor City.

These stubborn female drow elves still gather around the priests, and the long-standing notion of male inferiority still makes it difficult for them to identify with the status of other male drow elves.

Thousands of years of tradition are hard to change at once.

So those damn female drow elves rejected Modor City, and also rejected these male drow elves with higher and higher status.

Wrenbold knows it all.

He knew why the chief priest had been reluctant to get close to the city of Mordor, because when the Dark Maiden fell, she had died at the hands of her mother, but there was still a little left.

Just recently, the female Drow Elves contacted the Netherlands, and they seem to have received some help.

At least the last time he went back, he saw some specialties from the Shadows.

Rainbrough is a half-drow elf.

In fact.

All those who stay in Modo City and have enough identification with Modo City. Almost all of them are half-drows. And those who remained in the original group were many of the more pure-blooded drow elves, and the clansmen they could influence.

Renbourd loved it here.

The city of Mordor gave him a way to trade his strength for status. And it is not necessary to have a status lower than that of the female priests, even with countless efforts, as in the past.

There are many curious eyes on the road!

There are only one or two hundred drow elves in Modo City, all of them are first-class elites, and from time to time outsiders will be surprised when they see them.

Renbourd is used to it.

He was greeted all the way and invited to go for a drink in the evening, but Wrenbold refused.

He doesn't drink alcohol.

As a fighter who is strict with himself. Rainborne is very demanding of himself, and he hopes to one day enter the realm of legends as a high-level professional who has just advanced. This possibility is still very high.

"Lord Rainbold! ……”

Just around the corner of the street, a timid voice sounded in Wrenbold's ears, and this gentle voice made him stop, and when he turned around, he couldn't help but smile on his cold face. Softly, "Lucina." Good morning. ”

A young and immature girl.

Her ears were slightly pointed. This means she's a half-elf.

"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

A hint of blush appeared on the little girl's fair face, and she timidly handed him a food box, and then said shyly, "This is for you." ”

"I won't bother you. I'll go back first. ”

When other half-elves saw this scene, some of them let out a good-natured laugh, which couldn't help but make the little girl's footsteps even more flustered.

Even Rainbold himself couldn't help but blush slightly, but he was already so dark that he could barely see anything. Because the image in the eyes of people was very bad, after coming to live in Modo City. The Drow Elven Warrior Captain has always been strict with them, if anything out of the ordinary happens. Even the chief samurai would personally flog those who made mistakes, so the drow elven warriors in Modo City gave people the impression of seriousness, strictness, rigidity, coldness, and so on.

That's how Renburn used to feel.

For a long time, although the drow elven warriors were accepted by the city of Modo, they did not really integrate into the people.

Others were afraid of them and carefully kept their distance from them.

This happened until something happened.

Demon Invasion!

The Dreadboreists summoned demons in the city of Mordo, causing great damage and killing many innocent people.

On that day, Renenbold also joined the fight.

As a high-ranking drow warrior, he discovered the demon at the first time, protected the civilians near the street where he lived, and at the same time killed a berserker in a bloody battle, saving a half-elf girl.

It's the girl just now.

For this reason, he broke an arm, and it was the priest of the temple who performed a 'severed limb regeneration' on him to recover.

Everything has changed.

Wrenbold suddenly noticed that the people around him were starting to be kind to him, and even the aunt next door would help him clean the courtyard from time to time.

Every morning, he was greeted by someone who began to greet him.

Although Renburnbard only nodded slightly in response in many cases, people seemed to have gotten used to his seriousness.

All the time.

The drow elves lack a chance to prove themselves, and the demon invasion has made many people agree with them.

"Looks like that little girl is interested in you!"

I heard the teasing of my companion in my ears.

Faced with the slightly playful ridicule of his companion, Rainborne thought seriously for a moment and said seriously: "If I can, I want to marry her." ”

A piece of surprise.

This was followed by the commotion of the other guards, many of whom were pirates, and were not as calm as the drow elven warriors.

Rainborne liked the little girl.

As a drow warrior with a high sense of self-esteem, he hated the female drow elves of those tribes.

Strong, domineering, rude, arrogant......

There are many words that can be used to describe his opinion of the female Drow, because since he was a child, the female Drow has left a huge shadow on his mind.

The ideal opposite sex in his heart should be like Lucina.

If you like her, you will marry her.

As a serious drow elven warrior, Wrenborne thinks so.

………………

The handover was completed quickly.

Wrenbard and a group of men guarded the outside of a building, which was the core of the city of Modo, and even he did not enter it.

Every day, three Drow elven warriors lead a team to guard it day and night, and no one is allowed to enter the place except Lord Sauron, the two witches, and Miss Vivien. They are guards on the outside, and there are many spell traps inside, and there have been many enemies who have tried to probe the secrets, but these people have ended up with miserable results.

Everything seems to be no different.

But when Rainborne was patrolling outside a house today, he suddenly felt his heart beat faster, and his whole body couldn't help but tense and enter a fighting state, and at the same time pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife.

An invisible breath.

There's something locked up in this house!

When Renbold turned to look at the others around him, he suddenly noticed that everyone had the same expression.

"Long Wei!?"

A man who claimed to have broken eight ribs by a white dragon suddenly jumped up, his voice was slightly excited and trembling, and he said excitedly: "Lao Tzu will never admit his mistake!" This is definitely the feeling that Longwei gives people! ”

This man's name is Bedoro.

A very obscure name, once an elite unit of pirates, has now been transferred to the Castle of Mordor Guarded Exclusion Zone.

This is a man with some chatter.

However, he has a good relationship with other people, likes to drink, and likes to brag, and his favorite thing to do is to take off his shirt and open his chest in the tavern after being half drunk, revealing the huge scar on his chest, and telling others how he followed Lord Sauron to slay the dragon, and then how he was hit by an adult white dragon with a dragon's tail, and after breaking eight ribs, he still survived tenaciously.

This is an old pirate.

The real elite of Modo City, the elite of the elite, even Renbodder is not completely sure to beat him.

He was one of the few survivors of the Battle of the White Dragon!

………………

Day and night alternate.

The Tavern is always the liveliest place to be, where you can hear a one-armed old man tell the story of how they fought the Marsh King in the face of sheer disadvantage, and here you can meet a guy who likes to take off his shirt and brag about having eight ribs broken by a full-grown dragon.

Stories like this happen every day.

From the naval battle of the Sons of Dagon, the fall of the Marsh King, the decisive battle of the Isle of Furious Sands, the battle of the dragons, the battle against the natives, the fierce and fierce Viku pirates, all the way to the expedition to Fallen Leaf City against the orcs and more!

You'll never get enough of the stories here.

They are all warriors, they are also survivors, and they may die in some places in the future, but they will make their mark in these stories.

Mordo City.

The glory of this rising city in the overseas archipelago is like the stars, but it also belongs to these unknown people.

This is the soul of the city of Mordo!

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(PS: It was written that it felt like it was coming suddenly, so a small paragraph was added.) (To be continued......)