August 16.

On the western side of the Gondola Range, the Tasman kingdom has begun a serious discussion about this "unsuccessful" invasion. And the results are obvious... Augustine, who had been suppressed by parliament before, finally regained his right to speak at this time.

"Although I have warned you... The recipe for the plague has too many drawbacks to lend itself to immediate action, but it is clearly not appropriate to say that now - the facts are in front of us, and we must face this failure and take the next step. ”

In the silent hall, Augustine looked at the gloomy old guys in front of him, and sat calmly on the throne made of white bones.

"Because of your recklessness, there is no possibility of 'cooperation' between the Karen Kingdom and us, that is... My plan to paralyze them for decades has been ruined by you. ”

He looked at the nobles in front of the throne who had been talking endlessly, but now they were silent, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, after you realize what you have done, do you have time to listen to my thoughts now?"

Just as the Empire of the Undead was thinking of a new countermeasure, a galloping army of wolf cavalry roared past the grasslands north of Tasman.

The rain was pouring down, the thunder was flashing, and the leader of the cavalry was none other than the orc Rohar, who was armed with a war hammer. As a bolt of lightning swept across the sky, he let out a roar of rage and led the hundreds of troops behind him to charge forward.

His team consisted of just over twenty wolf cavalry, and the rest consisted of hundreds of infantry armed with shoddy weapons. The orcs had no formation to speak of, and they ran desperately forward under the orders of the chieftain, but the rain was so heavy that they could not even tell the exact location of the enemy.

The ground trembled with the muffled thunder overhead, and the wolf cavalry who had already crossed the grassy slope soon heard the sound of battle, and the infantry in the rear followed, ready for a desperate battle - but as they climbed over the low slope, they found that the battle ahead... The winner has been decided.

In front of him was a phalanx of orc infantry numbering more than three hundred people.

When Chief Rohal's squad rushed into the formation, it was like moths swooping down on a campfire, and it was drowned almost instantly...

Then, like a meat grinder, this steely force continued to move forward and forward, mercilessly crushing all the orcs in its way.

Ten minutes later, the battle ended without any suspense.

The animal skin banner representing the "Hammer of Rohar" tribe fell to the ground, and the torrential rain mixed with blood seeped into the land, watering this savage and bloody battlefield.

The neat orc army began to assemble and move, and then continued on the corpses of the warriors of the "Hammer of Rohar" tribe - they were like a ruthless beast, crushing all resistance and quickly devouring the resources and population of each clan...

"Zoro... You traitor!"

Rohal, who was covered in wounds, was supported by two soldiers, but looking at the leader of the army in front of him, he couldn't help but shout.

"Traitor, you listen to slander and try to kill me three times and twice, do I have to obediently walk into the trap you have arranged to be loyal?"

Facing his former chieftain, Zoro's eyes were full of disgust - since returning to the orc kingdom, he had suffered under Rohar for half a year, and the other party's increasingly arrogant attitude finally made him unbearable and chose to "stand on his own".

"We're wolves, we're claws, we're... It's not sheep in captivity in the grassland!"

Sauron raised his hammer and smashed the other's chest with a wave of his hand—"And your stupidity can only stop you here." ”

"Keep going. ”

Sauron **** in the rainstorm turned his eyes to the far east... There, the direction he would attack one day.

On August 18, in the mountains and forests of the northern kingdom of Karen, a battle broke out quietly.

Patches of trees were trembling, large numbers of birds were startled, and without warning a fire ignited in the mountain forest, and waves of incandescent light and shock erupted, and then they were soon completely enveloped by a purple-black barrier, and they were crushed alive.

The battle lasted almost half an hour, and the two sides of the conflict even fought all the way from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain. In the end, the dragon's groan sounded on the icy peaks, and the two dragons finally turned into their original appearance and began a bloody fight, and with the advantage of the scarcity of fire elements on the high mountain, the dragon that used the shadow element to attack finally gained the upper hand, seizing the opportunity to bite off the opponent's neck.

"Click!"

The red dragon finally stopped struggling, and then its entire body began to burn - Merinthra let go of her mouth, took a few steps back, and turned into a human form in a cloud of purple light.

She gasped for breath, then quickly stood up with her body bracing herself, raised her hand to cast the "Shadow Veil" to cover the burning corpse, and walked away...

When she was young, she liked to soak in her father's big library and read a lot of books, and she also liked to visit famous mountains with her brothers and sisters, and even transformed into a human being, wandering around various countries to experience the life of "mortals"...

As dragons, their noble birth has determined that they have more choices than mortals: great strength, super long life, supreme magical talent, as long as they want to do, there are few things in this world that dragons can't do.

But for Mai Lensella, she no longer had a choice.

Escaped from the mortal situation, and has killed three dragons so far while being hunted down... Such a thing can be called a "miracle", but this proud record is meaningless in her eyes.

The reality in front of her is too cruel, and the never-ending pursuit makes Merinthera feel that she is not as good as an ordinary farmer - at least the farmer can choose to farm or rest, but as a dragon, she can't stop fleeing.

One or two counter-kills may be a fluke, but what if you can't beat them next time?

Her thin clothes were blown by the cold wind, and Melinthera, who was walking in the ice and snow, stopped, and her pale face showed undisguised tiredness.

"What's next... Where to go?"

Standing on the top of the mountains, she didn't know who to ask - all the familiar relatives and friends were dead, and the rest were basically enemies, and if there were exceptions... The only thing Merinthra could remember was the human she had met in the Silent Forest.

But he was just a mortal.

She sighed, and didn't take Roddy to heart, but seriously thought about the path she was going to take next.

Looking to the south, there was probably no place for herself in the Karen Kingdom, Merinthera thought for a moment, and then turned her gaze to the north of the snow-capped mountains - what was on this icy frozen soil after the wind and snow and white fog?

Recalling the books she had read, Merinthera suddenly remembered a name that had long since disappeared from the human world.

"Solomon...'King of the Elements' Solomon. ”

Suddenly locked on a certain area of the vast northland, Merinthera's brows furrowed slightly: that place can indeed escape the pursuit of the enemy, and there is even a legend that there is an "artifact" inside, if you can find it, maybe you can really embark on the road of revenge...

But there are risks and opportunities, and Merinthra remembers that the area, which only existed in the book, had been explored by many people since six or seven hundred years ago, but so far, none of them have returned alive.

These materials were all seen in her father's collection, and there is no doubt about the authenticity, but... Should I give it a go?

The question didn't make her hesitate for long, and when the shadow curtain behind her vanished, revealing the charred remains of the fire dragon, Merinthra had already understood her inner choice.

"Solomon... I've never heard of this name. ”

In the drizzling rain, Chief Brudy answered Roddy's question, and then asked, "Do you mean the Arcanist of the High Elf period?"

"He's not an arcane. ”

Roddy shook his head, "I also saw this name before I remembered to ask, Elson City is estimated to have some clues, I'll go back and look for it." ”

With that, he picked up a white dragon tooth placed in front of the table and said, "Is it going well?"

"To be honest, it's a bit difficult, I deliberately asked Henry to pull a batch of knives for the village, but the consumption rate is still a little fast..."He looked around, and said in a low voice: "The dragon scales are too tough, the part of the body is okay, the limbs and tail... It's really hard to get it done. ”

"As long as it doesn't work out. ”

Roddy chatted a few more words, and then got up to say goodbye: "My team will leave in about a week, and it may not be back until next year... Well, as a word of caution, it's important to remember what I just said. ”

"Stock up on food, keep out the cold, you won't forget, don't worry. ”

"That's good. ”

Leaving Brudy's wooden villa, Roddy returned to his hut in the drizzle, and when he opened the door, he saw Akasha studying magic, so he took off his coat and went to his desk, where he scratched a line on parchment with a quill.

This means that one more thing to do before leaving is done.

Originally, going to the "Valley of the Dead" was just a task to "claim the reward", and he only needed to complete it alone. However, after careful consideration, Roddy gradually expanded the itinerary on paper, expanding the number of people on the trip to 100 people.

His gaze swept over the parchment, confirming several goals of the trip, and he whispered, "King Solomon's treasure... A place that has not been touched for seven or eight hundred years should be no different from what I remember. ”

"This is the first time I've run a large dungeon..."