"Jeanne! Glori! Are you all right? Vikiriko ran towards the ruins, and the tired figures of the two appeared in front of them.

"We're fine, Miss Vicky, Mr. Glory is surprisingly reliable." Jeanne replied with a smile.

"Ahem, thank you for destroying that monster. So how can we get on our way without the carriage, then? Grori asked, patting the dust off her pajamas.

"Your carriage isn't completely sacrificed, at least the two horses are still safe, and we need to find the beasts first." Vicilico said, leading the two of them towards the center of the ruins.

The ruins were supposed to be some kind of temple, and they looked like strange tombs, and the collapsed stone pillars were badly corroded, and it was obvious that the place had been abandoned for some years. Vekily had never heard of, nor had she ever seen a structure like this, it didn't look like it had been built by any civilization known to date, it had no clear patterns or any decorations, just some stone cut into geometric shapes.

In some inconspicuous places, Viklico found some kind of strange text, more like a pattern than a text, vague but probably showing some characteristics of sea creatures.

"What are these? Totem or hieroglyphs? Vikily fumbled cautiously for the raised relief.

"Let me remind you, if you don't hurry up, I'm afraid that the group of men in black will catch up again." Glori said, holding Jeanne in front of her.

That's right, the priority is to enter the realm of the Imperial City first, and then find a way back to the castel of Campana, and now it is not only Desmag who is in pursuit of them, but also the bounty hunters of unknown origin, and according to the ghoul named Duane, it seems that more people are eyeing this bounty.

"Oh! Polis, Aisha, my children! You must be freaking out, aren't you? Glories let go of Jeanne's hand and ran up to the two horses and hugged their necks tightly.

"Time is pressing, let's hurry up and hit the road first." Draenor put on his new clothes and stepped onto one of the horses.

"Hmm...... Truth be told, I don't actually know how to ride a horse. Glori said with a wry smile.

"It's okay, I will, just sit in the back." Vickily said as she rode on another horse. Glori hesitated for a moment, then stepped on the stone and sat down behind Viklico.

"I advise you to settle down and not touch anything but your shoulder." Vicky warned Glori.

"Huh? Look at what you say, I'm a gentleman. Groli said, placing her hands on Vikilica's shoulders. Jeanne also sat behind him by the hand of Draenau.

"Mr. Delanor, can I put my arm around your waist?" Jeanne asked cautiously.

"Yes, it's better to hold on." The corners of Draenor's mouth rose slightly. Jeanne was so happy that she stretched out her arms and wrapped her arms around Draenor's waist.

"Come with me, there's no time to take a detour, we'll rush straight to the area of Los Canza." Vicilico reached out and roughly pointed in the same direction, kicked the horse's belly twice with her heel, and sped forward.

"Vicky, the guy named Duane before, you said he was a ghoul? What is that? Draenor shouted from behind.

"It's a kind of cursed! The corpse is drained of blood and implanted into the heart of the puppet to bring it back to life, but like the puppet, it has no soul and should not exist, but there are always crazy alchemists and autopsy doctors who will try to resurrect the dead in this way. Generally speaking, ordinary ghouls are irrational, flesh-hungry monsters, and I don't know why they can pretend to be alive! Vikily herself was confused by what had happened, and she could only explain something to Draenor in general terms.

Two horses led everyone to a grassland, and the majestic imperial city stood in front of them. The scorching sun dispelled the long night through the clouds, offering its warm glow to the heart of the Nikandros Empire as if it were kneeling.

Countless stained glass refracted sunlight into a rainbow of brilliant pillars of light, and the towering Fort of Campana seemed to show the world the majesty of the emperor, with walls, towers, castles and giant trees, all of which held their heads high in the glory and looked down on the country called Nicanlos.

"This ...... Is it the Imperial City? "Draenor was deeply struck by the sight of the city inhabited by the Emperor, the proud capital of countless Nicandros Blood Sects.

"Yes, the Great Imperial City is where I grew up as a child, so we can continue on our way now, right?" Vikily impatiently said that for her the city was only a part of her childhood memories, and that there was nothing to remember or be proud of other than the relatives who lived here.

The road in front of the Imperial City was crowded with people and carriages, and wealthy merchants, marquises, counts, viscounts, and countless commoners all lined up in long lines, waiting for the moment when the city gates opened.

"Is that too exaggerated? Why do you have to rush into the Imperial City at this time? Delaeno was puzzled, and everyone, high and low, stopped motionless on the road as if on a pilgrimage, looking up at the three "V" shaped stone pillars at the city gate.

"That is the symbol of the Church of Messisaland, and that letter is very common in the Messalan language, it is pronounced 'Via', and the three stone pillars from left to right represent 'Vida', 'Vila' and 'Viva', which are life, glory and death, which are the three main sources of faith in the Messisalands, the truth left to us by the Creator, and the meaning of our lives......

At least that's what most people think, so the birthmark on the royal chest is also called a mark of glory, but I just want to use it as an abbreviation of my name. By the way, today should be Saturday, right? Most of these people are supposed to have come to see the Champana Fort. ”

Vickyli said as she showed the mark on her chest again, and sure enough, it was exactly the same shape as the three stone pillars.

Soon after, the gates slowly opened, and a man in a red robe stood on the gate and saluted the crowd, he opened his arms and shouted to the long crowd.

"The great light will shine again on the land of Nikanros, the glorious banner will be slowly raised, the Creator will bring us light, bring us salvation, may the Creator live forever, may the glory of the empire remain!" The man sang like a poem, and the crowd folded their fingers together, raised their thumbs, and pressed their palms to the center of their chests and shouted after him:

"May the glory of the empire remain!"

"May the glory of the empire remain!"

"May the glory of the empire remain!"

Draenor couldn't help but be in awe of the splendor of the Imperial City, an ancient city that had stood in Vlactu for nearly two thousand years, and it was still so vibrant today, and he suddenly had the illusion of traveling back in time, the sound of horses' hooves, horns, and the shouts of knights seemed to have sounded in his ears.

What a magical country this is, and what a great civilization it is, although the Blood Sect has abandoned the dark past, it still makes humanity feel fear, awe, and shock in another way today, more than a thousand years later.

"Really, the creator and his old man have disappeared for almost two thousand years, do these people have such a sense of ritual when they enter the city?" Vickily said mockingly at the stern-looking crowd on the road.

"I have to say, in the long time I've been here in Vlaktu, I've hardly seen any war of any particular magnitude, how did Nikanlos do it?" Draenor said.

"War? Haven't we had enough wars? The beast of the south could strike at any time, we are all Misarians, we must unite to defend our homeland, this alone is enough energy, how can you be like you Canaanites who live all day long. ”

Draenor felt a little ashamed when he heard Viklico's words. Indeed, while the northern kingdom of Aridan, both of which originally belonged to the people of Dori, the kingdom of Aridan, waged brutal wars simply to expand its territory. As a small country, Eichenryde can only resist stubbornly, and how many innocent young people among them have died for meaningless victory or defeat?

The people finally moved, entered the imperial city in an orderly manner, and merged into the flow of people in the streets and alleys. The interior of the Imperial City doesn't look as unattainable as it does from the outside, with wide streets, buildings with signboards, and countless laneways interspersed between the buildings, making Draenor feel more like a thriving metropolis than a sacred Imperial City.

"Actually, except for the fancy decoration, it's no different from Hecheng, right? That's why I didn't like the atmosphere here, so I chose to settle in Hecheng as soon as I graduated. Vicilico said, pointing to the scene in front of her.

But the most conspicuous thing is the castle in the middle of the city, and if you guess correctly, it must be the final destination of the journey, the Campana Fort, which stands like a throne on the top of the hill, and the whole city of Los Canza is eclipsed by its light, or rather, it is because of it that the city is endowed with glory.

Vicheri drove on, her face covered with the hood of her shawl, revealing only her eyes, vigilantly watching for the danger that might appear around her.

"You said before that we would be safe when we entered the Imperial City, didn't we?" Draenor stepped up and caught up with Viklico's horse.

"To be precise, we can't let our guard down until we enter the gate of Campana Fort, don't look at the people around us who look like ordinary people, maybe they are barons or even viscounts, they are not royalty, at most they are called nobles, and they have no territory of their own, so they can only live an ordinary life in the imperial city, but it is best not to underestimate them, Deshmeigh and his gang are at the mercy of these guys."

Vicky stared at every citizen who came close to him with malicious intent, as if he was the one behind the random attempt to take Vickyly's head. She couldn't help but lower her body, pretending to be Glori's daughter or something behind her.

"All in all, keep a low profile and be discreet, Campana Fort is right in front of us, and we are not far from hope." Vicrico handed the reins to Glori's hand, and the group walked towards the glittering castel of Campana.