The Valley of the Demon Slayer is located between Garros and the Whispering Forest, and after about forty minutes from Garros and along the continent to the north, you will be able to see a low forest, and along the edge of this low wood, about a few kilometers further on, you can see this rich and beautiful valley...... It's just that now the owner of the Demon Slayer Valley has changed from the Emerald Tower to the Nest of Shadows.

Under the winding mountains, between the verdant green grass, there is a piece of brown barge, gasps, shouting, is constantly coming from the cave, accompanied by the boring sound of "dangdang", adding a bit of cruelty to the demon slaying valley, the entrance of the cave from time to time dragged out a few minecarts, the carts are loaded with heavy and heavy black ore, even in the Flange Kingdom, where mining technology is seriously backward, this is also the most primitive way, with manpower to drag the minecart to transport ore.

"Hurry up, you damn slackers, you're so lazy to eat all day long, can't you feed you with five copper plates a day? Drag so much ore to grind and grind, do you want Lao Tzu to use a whip to make you sober up? Several overseers at the entrance of the cave are walking back and forth, the whip in their hands is waving "crackling", they are all low-level members of the Nest of Shadows, comfortable tents, easy patrols, naturally not their turn, those are the treatment of core members, like them, the low-level members who have joined for less than three years can only accompany a group of slaves to the sun under the scorching sun, and the only privilege is probably only to fiddle with the leather whip in their hands.

The yellow-skinned slaves dragged the minecart with great difficulty, dripping drops of yellow sweat on the verdant meadows, and farther away, several rudimentary furnaces were set up, and they were ordered to smelt as much Mithril ore as possible into Mithril ingots in the shortest possible time.

Ronald is forty-five years old this year, his early life as an outlaw made him lose an eye, but Ronald has never regretted it, because this eye in exchange for the control of the entire nest of shadows, now he is standing on a watchtower, with the only remaining eye looking down on the entire demon slaying valley, under the torture of the fierce and leather whip, from time to time there are slaves falling on the side of the road, some struggle to get up, some never get up again, Ronald has been watching all this coldly, for him, slaves are just consumables, Their value is not even comparable to a smelted Mithril ingot, and the only trouble is that too many slaves will die and delay the mining process.

"The recent production is still not ideal, I think we have to buy another batch of slaves, well, the number of overseers should also be increased, these white food guys are too lazy, they need more leather whips to greet them......" Although he said complaining words, his tone revealed a smugness that could not be concealed.

No wonder Ronald is proud...... As early as ten years ago, he had the ambition to develop and expand the Shadow Nest, but he was limited by the barren land, and it was not until two months ago that the Demon Slayer Valley was captured, which finally gave him enough capital, a huge production of Mithril ore, which brought terrible profits to the Shadow Nest, maybe in the near future, he would have an elite combat force armed to the teeth, and at that time, what would Garros have? My Ronald's ambition is to extend the power of the Nest of Shadows to the entire Kingdom of France, even if His Majesty passes through my sphere of influence, I must pay protection money...... "Ronald, don't rejoice too soon, the real crisis is far from coming, you need to be ready for battle......" Standing in the depths of Ronald was an old man with a gray voice, he was wearing a black robe, the hood was pulled up high, and a face was tightly covered, only under the shadow of the hood, A pair of eyes flashed with a sharp light from time to time...... "Hehe, my old friend, you are too careful......" Ronald's laughter spread far away, and one eye was full of smugness: "If it was the Emerald Tower two months ago, I might still be worried, but now, they are no longer qualified, Grean is already a waste, even if we set fire to the Emerald Tower, he didn't dare to climb out of his turtle shell, you know, my old friend, that fat man is already scared, haha, He was afraid, he was afraid of the power of the Nest of Shadows, and even more so of our powerful ally! ”

"The magician of the Emerald Tower is not just Grean......

"Magician? Are you kidding, my old friend, don't you often tell me that in the world of magic, rank is everything, a great magician can easily kill dozens of magicians, and now that we have you as a great magician in the Nest of Shadows, unless Grean recovers his power in his heyday, who is your opponent in the entire Emerald Tower? ”

"Huh, Grean? Even if he regains his strength, it's not ...... I'm really worried about him."

"Oh?" Ronald couldn't help but be stunned, with a little surprise in his eyes: "Could it be that the Emerald Tower, in addition to Gray, there is another great magician?" My old friend, don't be kidding me, if there is such a person, we probably won't have a chance to take the Demon Slayer Valley, right? ”

"I don't know if that person is the Great Demon Wizard, but one thing I'm sure of is that if that person is there when we attack the Demon Slayer Valley, even if we can really take the Demon Slayer Valley, I'm afraid we will pay a heavy price......

"Is there such a person?"

"En......"

The old man's voice was very soft, but for some reason, Ronald always felt that his old friend's voice always sounded a little eerie.

"His name is Ferrey."

"Huh?" The gloomy voice fell into his ears, Ronald was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst into a loud laugh: "Hahahaha...... My God, who did I think you were talking about, so you were talking about that pharmacist from the Emerald Tower? No kidding, my old friend, that's right, I admit that this pharmacist is very powerful, at a young age, he can make arcane potions and wild potions, but so what, he is only twenty years old after all, even if he started learning magic as soon as he was born, now it is at most the strength of a magician, with your strength, at most you can move your fingers, you can turn him into ashes, I said, what the hell is wrong with you lately, when you encounter a little setback, you start to become timid, even a twenty-something boy you are afraid of......"

Ronald's words were very unkind, especially the last sentence, which was simply a naked irony, but the old man didn't seem to hear it at all, just looked at the mountains in the distance with a pair of eyes, and after a long time, he sighed slightly: "Ronald, you haven't seen that Ferre, you don't know how terrible he is, if it's another magician, I might tell you, no problem, he's not my opponent, but this Ferre, it's really different, I'm not sure, I'm not sure at all...... ”

"Why?"

"Why?" The old man laughed suddenly, but this laughter was indeed a little miserable, hoarse and dry, like the sound made when two pieces of glass rubbed against each other: "Do you know that when this Ferre is only an eighth-level magician, he can already resist my spiritual power suppression, do you dare to imagine?" An eighth-level magician, resisting the spiritual suppression of a great magician, Ronald, you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you can't imagine his terrifying ......"

"Needless to say!" Perhaps because the old man's words were too direct, Ronald's voice sounded a little rough, and he saw one hand firmly grasp the edge of the watchtower, and his eyes fell on the rolling mountains, which was the only way to enter the Valley of the Demon Slayer: "Even if it is true as you said, that Ferre can compete with a great mage, but so what? Do you think that the Emerald Tower still has the courage to come to the Demon Slayer Valley again, do you think that they really have the ability to take the Demon Slayer Valley back? It's not my Rhona who is talking big, if the Emerald Tower dares to come to the Demon Slayer Valley again, I will eat this watchtower...... Damn it! ”

Before Ronald's words fell, his gaze suddenly froze, followed by a foul word blurted out.

Because he clearly saw that just above the rolling mountains in the distance, there was a cloud of dust and smoke rising, with years of experience, Ronald could see at a glance that this was definitely a team of thousands of people, damn, this is simply a living hell, a team of thousands of people, by running to the Valley of the Demon Slayer, don't they know that this is the place of the Nest of Shadows, trespassing without invitation, which is equivalent to provocation and declaration of war?

"Is it the Emerald Tower?" As soon as this thought came to his mind, Ronald quickly denied it, of course, this was not because he wanted to eat the watchtower, but because he believed that the Emerald Tower could not take so many people, looking at this terrible number, even if he could think of it with his heels, this was by no means something that an Emerald Tower could ...... Not to mention the Emerald Tower, none of the forces in Garros can dispatch so many people.

Unless, they came together...... Thousands of thoughts passed through Ronald's mind, and he couldn't tell which one might have the biggest surname, so he quickly put a hand into his arms, felt out a magic beacon, and at the same time pulled the lead on the magic beacon, and then saw a red flame "whoosh" into the sky.

"Bang!" The red flames exploded in the sky, and in an instant, a dazzling red light illuminated most of the Demon Slayer Valley.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, bunny cubs, all get out of here and prepare me for battle!" Ronald's hoarse cry came from the watchtower, and a large number of members of the Nest of Shadows were coming out of the tent one after another, most of their faces were dazed and puzzled, and some even muttered in a low voice: "Damn, in broad daylight, attack a ......"

Then they saw a brilliant fire.

(To be continued)