The era of exile was dark and desolate.

Gold Rush is like a pearl in this dark and desolate land, quietly suspended in the void.

In the Age of Exile, Gold Rush was a very special place.

It is one of the three cities and ten towns, but it does not have an owner, it is jointly managed and built by major forces, and in the era of exile, it can be said to be the spokesperson of the "free economy".

And its status is still irreplaceable at this time, even the rise of Blue Stone Leaf Manor and Breakfast Village still can't shake its status.

The reason why its position is as solid as a rock is that for many wanderers in the Age of Exile, other towns have risen and fallen, some have profited from the rise of the city, and some have disappeared because of the demise of the city, but everything that comes and goes is someone else's.

Only Gold Rush Town belongs to everyone.

Whether you're from Three Cities and Ten Towns, or from some corner of the Age of Exile, you're just a guest, a merchant, and if you have enough money, you can buy everything you need here.

It's not a sweet home of warmth, it's not a Shura hell, the rules here are so simple that they are unadorned, but because of their simplicity, they are so strong that they are almost indestructible.

Here, there are only three hard currencies - Blood of Time, Manor Coins, and Power.

Everything else is nothing but illusory.

But just recently, everything here has been turned upside down.

In addition to the three rules, there is one more.

Sugar.

The caravans that came and went transported the sugar from the Blue Stone Leaf Manor here, and then this magical little cube immediately conquered everyone's hearts and profoundly changed the rules of the Age of Exile.

At this moment, the gold rush town is extremely busy, because today is the "solar term" of the gold rush town.

What makes Gold Rush so special is that it has the property of cloud gold, which can distort space and drift through it.

Of course, from the senses, it is actually floating on the edge of a gravel world, just floating.

But in its vicinity, four or five spatial rifts open at any given moment.

These spatial rifts open and close uncertainly, but they have their own patterns.

It is said that a wise man recorded and calculated the opening and closing dates of all the cracks, and recorded them, which became the calendar of Gold Rush Town. Every day when the crack opens and closes is called the solar term.

By now, the town of Gold Rush has had sixteen solar terms.

Of course, because of the sudden appearance of the Blue Stone Leaf Manor, the seventeenth solar term may be about to be born, but no one has yet been able to record and deduce its pattern.

Today is a solar term.

Today's solar term name is "Far Away".

Far away and the gold belt is broken.

A spatial rift leading to the "Distant Star Domain" will open, and a spatial rift leading to the "Golden Belt Ice Vein" will close.

The darkness in the "Far Star Field" is darkness, and the distance is far away.

This is a dark, distant, and barren world, and so far, few people know where it is, and the vast majority of people can only go to the remote star field through this "remote rift" that occasionally opens.

At this moment, a crack is slowly closing, it is the former gold belt rift.

Many adventurers and caravans from near the Golden Belt Ice Vein were hurrying to pack up their things and leave before the rift closed.

Because the Golden Belt Rift was a rift that didn't open very often, once the rift was closed, it would probably take them years and consume countless fuels before they could go back.

Or, wait a dozen more years, wait for this rift to open again.

Either way, it is definitely a disaster, because for the creatures of the Exile Era, more than ten years is enough time for things to be wrong, life and death, and even the stars and the vicissitudes of life.

Although the legendary "wise man" was able to calculate the approximate time of the solar terms, he was not accurate.

This year's "Far Away" came a little earlier, which also means that the "Golden Belt" was closed very early.

Many people rushed to get there when they saw the gold belt closed, but it was too late.

Many war dogs, wagons, ships, and many other strange means of transportation stopped before the crack in the Golden Belt closed, and many people stared blankly at the "Golden Belt" that had only one crack left, their faces full of disappointment and despair.

Suddenly, an adventurer suddenly shouted: "Mom, you wait for me, I'll go back!" I'll be back! ”

Driving a wagon, he rushed out of the chasm.

Then near the rift, torn to pieces by the chaotic space.

Alas...... the adventurers and merchants around him looked at the fragments of the carriage and had mixed feelings in their hearts.

At this moment, near the original rift, another crack with a darker color and darker color slowly opened.

What started out as a gap slowly opened and widened, turning into a glowing whirlpool.

The distant rift opened.

For a long time after the distant rift opened, no one had passed through the rift.

Everyone didn't think it was strange, after all, the remote star field was desolate, there were few people and materials, and most of the people who lived there were wanderers.

They were no longer bound by the law and order, and the people of the Age of Exile did not want to deal with them, so very few people came from that side, and very few people came from this side.

But rarely, and not nonethelessly.

A war dog, cautiously poking its head out of it, glanced at the rift, and then finally passed through the rift and came to the space on the outskirts of Gold Rush Town.

On the war dog, three camel-like creatures are drawn.

"It's amazing, it's really a spatial rift in Gold Rush Town!"

"Fortunately, Jing Lao has experience!"

"We've saved decades of time, and maybe I'll be able to go back to see my son alive!"

"Don't dream, when you go back, your son may die of old age......"

"No, no, no, people must at least have some dreams!"

The war dog stayed near the rift for a moment, then turned around and sent a signal into the rift, and after a while, after the rift, various vehicles flew out.

Big-bellied boat-like vehicles, huge creatures with sac-like bodies, and all sorts of bizarre vehicles.

This is a real caravan of travel, it is usually organized by a few people, and then many other races and organizations, in order to safely cross the vast void, join it, and the whole caravan grows larger and larger......

Sometimes, such a caravan will develop into a new force, and the predecessor of Green Rong City is a caravan.

The caravan burst out of the rift and came to Gold Rush Town, and immediately someone's eyes widened.

"Wait, this is the Three Camels Caravan?"