Nilogaard is the capital of wisdom and one of the best trading capitals in the north, and has a significant position on the mainland.

The destruction of such a large city overnight caused no less impact than a major earthquake rarely seen in a century.

Even if the communication of the whole world is not developed, even if the transportation of the whole world is not convenient, just by word of mouth among travelers, more than a month later, even the most remote places on the mainland have learned the news of the fall of the capital of wisdom.

The Kingdom of Cowell is the suzerainty of the city of Nilogaard, and when the news reached the capital city of Boudin, everyone was terrified, and everyone feared that the city of Boudan would suffer the same fate.

The price of wheat in the city changed five times a day, from 10 grams of wheat in the morning to 100 grams in the evening, soaring more than ten times.

When the news reached the Sun Palace, King Usland IX was dining. He was stunned, smashed his beloved glass bowl with his hand, and then beat to death the servant who served him to dinner.

The city of Boudin quickly declared martial law.

The king of this northern powerhouse was shrouded in a thick cloud.

When the news reached the free city of Berkeley, the citizens of the city suffered the same wave of panic as the capital, but the bishops of the Pyro were overjoyed, and Pope Tarati XIX publicly came forward to mourn the death of Nilogaard at the entrance of the cathedral, while the priests of the church poured out of their nests and trumpeted the power of the Lord of Fire in the streets and alleys.

It is said that on that day, a hundred times more citizens fell at the feet of the priest of the Flame God Cult.

When the news reached some dark corners, many creatures who did not dare to appear in the sunlight celebrated, the capital of wisdom fell, the mighty magician was missing, and the sword hanging over his head was missing, which was a great thing to celebrate.

When the news reached the Parathanian Empire in the south, Emperor Gandra III, who was struggling with the power of the nobility at home, breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that the sure eyes of the Northern Military Alliance would definitely be attracted by the fallen Nilogaard, and that the military pressure in the North would be greatly reduced, so he took advantage of this great opportunity to free up his hands and concentrate on dealing with the opposition at home.

On the surface, it seems that no one really cares about the tragedy of Nilogaard, and everyone only cares about their own interests, but when the initial panic subsides, people come to their senses, and many people can't help but wonder in their hearts.

What really happened to Nilogaard?

Why did the bustling city of wisdom fall overnight?

As a result, a large number of adventurers, scouts from various countries, wizard hunters of sects, and even monsters hidden in various places poured towards Nilogaard.

Some people want to find out the truth, but a larger group of people want to take advantage of the fire.

Because Nilogaard is not only the capital of wisdom, but also the center of wealth gathering on the mainland. If you are lucky enough to get the vault in the city, ordinary people will not have to worry about it for a hundred lifetimes, even those kings and nobles can use this money for a long time.

Adventurer Thomp is an inconspicuous member of this group of speculators.

He is only 26 years old this year, weighs no more than 100, is less than 1.6 meters tall, has sunken cheeks, and big eyes, like a shriveled stickman. Although inconspicuous, unlike ordinary adventurers, he is not interested in the gold buried in the ruins of Nilogaard, he is interested in the magic books buried in the ruins of the Academy.

As long as he could get a magic book or two, he would be satisfied.

The wild is dangerous, and it is very dangerous for a man like him to walk alone in the wild, so he found a special companion for safety.

This companion of his, who claimed to be an adventurer, was named Lekwin, a powerful master of swordsmanship. He was tall and handsome, especially his appearance, handsome and almost bewitching. When facing this person, Thomp can often feel a strong inferiority complex in his heart.

Fortunately, although this companion has a good appearance, he has a humble and polite personality, and never laughs at Thomp's appearance, and although Thomp's fragile self-esteem is often hit, it finally does not collapse.

The two met in a small town near Berkeley, and when they heard the news, they rushed to Nilogaard together. After five days of hurrying, he finally arrived at the suburban fields north of Nilogaard City at dusk on the fifth day.

In the glow of the setting sun, you could see in the distance that the beautiful buildings of Nilogaard had become dilapidated, and smoke was still billowing from somewhere to the west of the city.

"Hey~ After so much time, the fire in the city has not been completely extinguished, it seems that Nilogaard is really finished." Tom let out a long sigh and withdrew his gaze from the distance, looking at the windmill not far away, which had also been burned down, leaving only a charred skeleton.

Lekwin shrugged: "Hey~ Who would have thought that such a disaster would happen." ”

"Are we going into town now?" Thomp asked.

Lekwin shook his head, "That's not a good idea. I've heard that Nilogaard is a monster destroyer. If the rumors are true, then the city may be full of monsters, and entering the city after dark is no different from looking for death. ”

He turned and walked towards the wreckage of the windmill not far away: "Come here, my friend, we will rest here tonight. The mill is good enough to keep us out of the cold north wind. ”

"Sounds like a good idea." Thomp followed behind Lekwin.

Although the windmill was burned to the ground, the most damaged was the wooden windmill above the building, and the lower mill was made of stones, so the damage was not serious, and it was a good haven.

Lekewin walked up to the mill, kicked the broken wooden door aside, then picked up a broken stick from the ground, lit it with flint, and waved it in front of him in order to burn the spider silk that was everywhere in the mill.

When the spider silk was almost burned, he walked in.

As soon as he took a step in, he covered his nose and complained with a frown: "Bah~ The smell here is really bad..... Oh, it's bad luck, someone got there a step ahead of us, and what's even more unfortunate is that this guy's body is rotten. ”

Tum glanced into the mill, and by the faint light of the fire he saw three charred corpses lying on the ground, and he sighed, "It must be the local farmer." Looking at it, it should have been burned to death in his sleep, which is really pitiful. ”

Lekwin disagreed: "Good old man, don't lament, come and help the handle, clean up these three guys." Hmm~~ It's so stinky here. ”

The two of them were busy with each other, and after a long time, they got the three rotting charred corpses out of the mill and buried them, and Leckwin got some dead grass from the wheat field on the side and spread it on the ground, sat on it, and sighed: "Hmm~ I can finally have a good rest." ”

Tom was also tired and panicked, his physique was far inferior to Lekewen, and he didn't have time to sigh at this time, and when he sat down on the haystack, there was only breathing left.

After gasping for a while, he regained his strength and was about to speak, but his eyes were attracted by a strange-looking stone in the corner of the mill: "Huh~ What is that?" ”