"New City?" asked a noble Elector, and in front of him, a half-opened map, which he carefully studied and slightly relieved, "do you know what resources are here? I mean, precious veins or creatures or whatever?"

A mage stepped forward and bowed, "As far as I know, no. The Elector nodded, seriously, he also felt that there would be none, after all, the entire continent could be said to have been repeatedly explored by humans, except for the jīng spirit, the territory of the dwarves and orcs, no, to be exact, except for the jīng spirit, the territory of the dwarves and orcs could not escape the covetousness of humans, yes, compared to these races that were born with the favor of the gods, humans were born very weak, but it was precisely because of this weakness that humans never gave up anything that might be in their hands. But from the Ruby Cape to the east, as far as the Bille, the coast is full of boulders, not to mention the establishment of a port, and even approaching it would be at risk of shipwreckage. Along the coast, boulders and gravel covered most of the land, and seawater seeped into the soil, making it impossible to grow wheat and rice.

Even when this place belonged to the dragon, the tentacles of the Falun Empire didn't expect to stretch here, and after the Falun overturned, there were also people who wanted to take advantage of this place, but they all returned with their halberds- In addition to the barrenness, there are dangers, the lack of fresh water and fertile soil makes it difficult for humans and most of the animals and plants to survive here, but some tenacious little creatures are still firmly entrenched here, magical creatures, but also ordinary insects and small animals, they are fierce, vicious, full of the madness and greed that can often be seen in barren places, and the most insignificant little mosquitoes, for example, mingle in the gravel and rock crevices, never appear during the day, and at night, when the bloody creatures sleep, they hold a great feast on the skin and mucous membranes of their prey- They suck blood, and they also absorb other bodily fluids and secretions, and they bind, lay eggs, and hatch on the body of their prey...... A single cycle can be completed in a small number of cycles, and after a few cycles, the morning light covers the earth again, and their offspring disperse, leaving only the shells of prey that can be reduced to pieces at the slightest touch.

The only commendable place for this reward is probably the Pills of the Peaks, but the Fortress is not a piece of fat and fresh meat, on the contrary, it is just a hard bone without much flesh and blood, and the battle with the Falun Emperor ** team almost destroyed the entire city, and their mage Alva also died, although it is valuable, it has long been much worse than before. If it could make the seemingly gentle and kind, former chief minister, the black-haired Dragonborn, willing to remain silent about it, it wouldn't be impossible.

The speaker of the fortress happily visited the Black Tower for the second time, although the castle was just a partner, but he didn't care at all, there was such a powerful spellcaster guarding the side, not to mention the pirates, even the messenger of the storm god Talos did not dare to make an impudent request easily, the young man who came with him couldn't understand where his joy came from, and couldn't help but ask cautiously: "But I heard that the lord seems to be ...... He's an evil mage, and even ...... "Maybe a lich."

The Speaker glanced at the attendant with a smirk, "There is something more terrible in this world than the undead. ”

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The dragon Io abandoned his identity as Emperor of Pharon, and almost as a joke threw a vast empire of Cremar that had been condensed into a pack of greedy jackals, well, maybe not all, but the maelstrom of war would stir everyone into it, but this time, the king and the archduke were surprised to find that their people no longer seemed so docile, they refused to serve and fight, even if they did not dare to speak under the knight's sword, they would flee by night from house to house, from settlement to village, from village to village, yes, the lords had soldiers and knights, but they were not many enough to patrol every major road and path。

When some rulers realized that these mortals would rather be outcasts than sacrifices and sacrifices, they had to ease their attitudes, because their population was not so rich after years of disasters and wars, and their original plans to plunder the population from other countries were now basically in vain, "Where have they fled?" An archduke asked, and certain countries were hated as a result, such as Tara, who was the more tolerant of the twelve electors, and whose new king was now the de facto ruler of Vinito, and the rice from the east was constantly brought from Venito, and became his people without fear of famine, and indeed he took in some of the exiles, which made him strong, and the other electors were angry and jealous, but they were helpless.

But what was the use of a new city, or rather, a narrow new territory, where the Electors had once disagreed, and who even watched with sneer as the outcasts poured in with their children and daughters, without taxes, without servitude, without prescribed sacrifices? Even if the evil mage, suspected of being a lich, was willing to buy food for them, how many people could a single decaying Cape Fortress afford?

But they were soon disappointed, but in a year, from the Falun Emperor to the former important minister Cremar's territory, there was a steady stream of snow-white salt, yes, this land is full of salt, but it can't grow rice and wheat, but it doesn't mean that it can't produce salt, in another plane, the salt drying method is no longer a secret, but the people here don't seem to have figured out the trick, in the past, almost all the salt on the continent was produced in the dwarf mines, and the honey produced in the Dragonfire Islands was expensive, but it couldn't be counted as a necessity, but salt was something that anyone had to ingest every day。 And before people noticed, the dwarves no longer seemed to have as abundant salt as before, and some keen merchants began to hoard salt when they noticed that the dwarven caravans were becoming more and more rare, if the souls of the other world did not guide the outcasts in the production of salt, they would definitely be able to make hundreds, thousands of times the profits of the past, but unfortunately, the one who never cared about the life and death of the greedy, the salt produced by the outcasts in his territory was as crystal as snow, without too many impurities, and delicious, and these salts were handed over to the merchants of the Bi Desaki Fortress and spread through their trade routes, and the price of salt that was unstable was stabilized at once。

The territory and city managed by the mutated beasts are unusually peaceful, not without beasts, magical creatures and thieves, but they can't compare with the beasts who can already confront the dragontooth knights head-on, maybe the newcomers were once afraid of these strange-looking, half-animal, half-human creatures, but as time passed, when the winged beasts flew over the city, even the most timid children would wave their arms and scream loudly, and the daring children could even be taken high into the air by these guards and fly over half the city。

And when the speaker of this new city flew through the streets, squares and mansions, her heart was full of pride and gratification, in the beginning, it was just a wasteland, full of dangerous insects and beasts, and now, it was a peaceful place of hope, although the buildings she saw were not tall or beautiful - these were all built with the help of the jīng spirits, both in the style of the silver-crowned jungle and the dragon fire archipelago, to put it simply, with glue, The material of gravel and trees is used to create habitable houses that are crooked and rough in order to fit the shape of the boulders, and the roof tiles and windows are made of translucent shells. However, compared with the simplicity of the houses, the public facilities of the city are unusually complete, no, it should not be said to be complete, it is more appropriate to describe it as luxury, even in the capital of Norman in the Highlands, there are no water and sewers directly connected to the house, clean, stoves that can burn charcoal and pyroxene powder, public baths, stone paving, drains everywhere, never have to worry about clogging the roads - Although she was only a mercenary before, there might be some places she couldn't reach, but it wasn't for civilians either.

Her master also required all the children to learn to read and write, but she felt that what these children learned from the teacher was not so much reading and writing as the ability to think, and they thought more, more complex, and more profound than their parents, and they were full of curiosity and doubts about everything in the world. Another concern for the winged beast was that the children were not taught to have a veneration for the gods, and that there were only a few priests among the teachers, but they had to teach according to the textbooks written by Cremar.

Is she going to change? The thought flashed through the Speaker's mind, the black-haired Dragonborn could be said to have entrusted their territory to them in full, this was a favor and trust that they could not imagine anyway, they were just ordinary humans, and because the Warlocks of Grenada had turned into strange monsters, they had a short lifespan, weak, humble, and lowly, but it was Lord Cremar who picked them up from the mire, removed the filth from them, and gave them great strength, so that they could once again stand in front of everyone in the open, no matter what those with ill intentions said about the true identity of the Black-haired Dragonborn, they would never betray him。 Not only because he gave them a new lease of life, but also because they saw in him hope, justice, and kindness.

Even if he was a lich, the gods did not answer their call when they were in darkness, and their servants did not save them, if ...... If this Lord is an unbeliever, then they too are willing to be nailed with him to the walls of the City of the Dead, until the winds of the mourning wasteland turn their souls to gravel.

Intentionally and unintentionally, not only did no temple or sanctuary stand in this new realm, but there were very few priests, and so far only a few priests of Ilmote had stayed here, but the priests of Ilmot, unlike the followers of other gods, were less attached to outward appearances, and preferred to see good deeds spread rather than human sacrifices— It's just that when he sees them treating people on the side of the street, the Speaker remembers the hospital that the black-haired Dragonborn once mentioned, and thinks that they must be willing to serve the suffering people there.

She was flying fast now, but at a glance she turned sharply, flew back and landed sharply, and where she saw, people screamed in terror and fled in all directions, and a patient under treatment lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, as if he could not accept this sudden and terrible change— His entire throat was bitten off, and right in front of him, kneeling was a priest of Ilmot, with gray tears tattooed in the corners of his eyes, indicating that he was a priest who was deeply favored by Ilmot, and the crimson tears of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, contaminating the previous tattoo, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat, and he turned with difficulty in the direction of the Speaker, who saw what his hands were clutching tightly— Without any precautions, an eyeless snake with the thickness of a Chéng Rén's wrist sprang out of his hands and hissed at the Speaker, its mouth full of fine fangs.

The priest of Ilmot seemed to want to say something, but he used all his strength to control the poisonous snake that was spurting from his chest, and he prayed to Ilmot for divine grace, but there was no response, and his strength continued to disappear with the flow of blood, and he cast a pleading look at the speaker.

The Speaker didn't hesitate, she flicked her wings, and the sharp blade of the Mithril skeleton was like a breeze, and the priest of Ilmote was cut off along with the viper that burst out of his chest, and the upper body of the viper jumped, but it was engulfed in a cloud of flames in midair.

The Speaker rushed into the air as soon as he turned around, and after that, all the winged beasts in the Speaker's mansion took to the air and flew all over the territory, fortunately Kremar reminded them that every spellcaster who entered the territory, from priests to mages, and warlocks had to report and confirm, so it was not difficult to find the Ilmut priests scattered everywhere, but in some places they arrived in time, and in some places they were already in shambles.

- They are all contaminated. When they arrived at a destroyed village, the lich said coldly.

- The soul of the other world is also solemn, he is no longer a little white who knows nothing about this world, of course, the priests and paladins of the good gods will also fall, but at the same time, all the priests of Ilmut are polluted, it can only be said that the source of their divine power, that is, there is something wrong with Ilmot, and it is a big problem, it is very likely, this ancient and benevolent god ...... Already...... Fallen......