Following Catyline's instructions, John embarked on a long trek to a mountain range next to the prairie. This mountain range is very large, not only there are several high mountains, but also a very deep and wide canyon, and the bottom of this canyon can already be called a plain, wide, and rich in various resources, which is very suitable for survival.

"Then why aren't there any other demons occupying there?" John asked.

Catherine replied to John: "Because it is the junction of several lords' territories, each lord wants to take it for himself, but he does not have enough strength to defeat all the other lords around him in one go, and he is afraid that when he and one of them loses, he will be taken advantage of by the others, so naturally he will not be occupied." ”

I see. John knew the situation too, like a battle between Gollum and Lifesuckers in front of the Flange Immortals, John would often find a place to sit and wait for them to fight to the end, and the rest would only be one or two seriously wounded enemies that could be solved without much effort. If this situation is reversed, it is that whoever strikes first will lose, and unless you can fight multiple enemies at the same time and push them back, you can safely occupy this place.

After thinking about this, John also thought that it was not bad.

"However, as I said, since the surrounding lords have not occupied this place, and they are all monitoring whether the surrounding lords are meddling here, neither side will allow the subordinates of other lords to appear here, it is a three-regardless zone, so it will be very chaotic, and whoever has the power will be the boss. Kamherine reminded John.

John nodded and said, "Just because I don't like fighting, doesn't mean I've forgotten how to fight." "When he heard that this was a place where no one was governing, John had already thought about the situation here. There are all kinds of indescribable ugly things happening in the three areas of the Primordial World, not to mention the purgatory creatures that are more violent and crazy than the Primordial Soul. Hearing that this was the intersection of several lords' territories reminded John of a chaotic region of the Rough Stone World in the past, the Golden Triangle. It seems that we still have to fight with the local forces here.

There is another sentence that Caryline did not say, that is, although this is a three-way zone, it is because the existing resources are all rare minerals buried in the land here, as long as no one mines them on a large scale, just trades a little from the natives, and there is no major damage to anyone, but if there is a skilled craftsman, not to mention the idea of the natives, even the surrounding lords will also try to bring it back to their own territory, so they will have to send people into this place to break the existing balance. When the time comes, there is a high probability that a lord's war will break out in this land.

But let's be honest, who cares about this kind of war? Does John care? Does Kamary care? Who cares but themselves. All Caryline cares about is that due to John's appearance, it is very likely that this small area, which could have been peaceful for more than a hundred years, will enter the war early, which will directly break the fate of all creatures in an area and the creatures related to them. The thought of a whole bunch of new stories to read squinted Caryline's eyes in delight. "Sure enough, it's not just a direct battle, as long as there is a variable that doesn't exist in the first place, it can change countless fates. ”

John didn't know what Kamary was thinking, but he wouldn't react if he did. In his opinion, being able to do what he likes is a very good life. Now that you have decided to be the best blacksmith in Purgatory, you will continue to do it seriously. As to whether or not anyone had been killed because of his weapon, that kind of question never came up in John's mind.

Five days passed, and John walked out of the jungle with the little dragon vulture, while Lily behind her was panting and resting on the edge of the tree. Although the physical fitness of the succubus as a median demon is not bad, no matter how it is said that the succubus is not close to the body to fight and eat, and naturally in terms of physical strength, it is not as good as the Purgatory Dragoon of the combat expert, not to mention that John is not an ordinary Purgatory Dragoon.

But all of this can have an end today!, Lily cheered in her heart. I have already reached the mountain range, so I can find a sheltered place to repair from the wind and rain from today, and it is estimated that tomorrow it will be a new task. Lily knew that her master did not treat herself as a succubus, or that it looked at all demons as a kind of vision, and there seemed to be no other thoughts in its eyes. Therefore, I have never done anything I would have done as a succubus, but I am doing all kinds of chores. Well, I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow, but I'll have to go hunting later. It was supposed to be done by the little cowardly demon and the little bad demon, but let himself, the middle demon clan, do it, this kind of unreasonable thing if he didn't see it with his own eyes, no one would believe it. Even if the mid-level demon clan is not a middle or high-level demon, it is the main combat power of an organization, but it is sent out to hunt?

Well, who made him his master? Lily was used to it.

As Lily had imagined, after entering the mountains, John began to look for a place to live temporarily. At the same time, John also followed Lily's thoughts, and asked her to look for prey, anyway, John had Lily's real name, and he could also send his location through his real name, and then Lily could just take the prey there.

"The real name is just easy to use. John sighed as he looked at Lily's back as she left. Then he called back to the little dragon vulture flying in the sky, and said, "Little one, go and help me find a place to live." The little dragon vulture blinked its eyes, flew in the air and rubbed John's face, then turned and flew into the mountains.

The dragon blood blood of the little dragon vulture is becoming more and more obvious, obviously it has not been many days since it was born, and it has grown from a little guy the size of half a palm to the size of a calf - I really don't know how it grows, it's like blowing up a balloon, I don't feel it during the day, every day the little guy sleeps and gets a few points bigger than the day before, and whether it is strength or other aspects, it is no longer a little guy who is very difficult to tear a little meat from the meat strip, so John is relieved to let the little guy go out alone. Now John only cares about one thing, does the little dragon vulture really understand his words?

After a while, the little dragon returned, clutching a scavenging raven in its paws. It could be seen that one of the wings of the scavenging crow had been bitten by the little dragon vulture, and it could not fly, so it could only use its mouth to peck at the scales of the little dragon vulture meaninglessly, but it did not leave a single mark.

The little dragon vulture flew up to John and threw the scavenger crow hard in front of him, causing the scavenger to scream in pain. The little dragon vulture, regardless of the situation of the scavenging crow, looked at John with an inviting expression.

John touched the little vulture's head and looked helplessly: I guessed.