The dark sky was dark and dead because of the deposition of abyssal energy, the blood-colored clouds squeezed every inch of the sunlight that broke free from the clouds, the twilight air seemed to fall to the ground, and only a few clear and dazzling pillars of bright light brought some light from the gaps in the clouds like chains connecting heaven and earth.

This scene is too gloomy and too cold, the gloomy feeling is chaotic and drowsy, the cold feeling is the sting of the blade, this oppressive atmosphere makes the whole world seem as if it has fallen into the end of the world full of despair, and the terminally ill wilderness seems to be slowly dying under the raging chaos.

This is the outermost position of the demonic invasion, and this is also a miserable land that has been infiltrated by the abyssal aura, and all the low-level creatures that have not had time to evacuate the Great Plains have quickly turned into terrible monsters with deformed bodies after the appearance of cracks, and even due to more than a month of self-destruction, those mutated wild animals and plants and demons who are venting their desire to destroy have almost died and injured.

As for now............ There is no "now" at the current Karams-border.

It is more appropriate to say that it is not so much a demonic occupation area as a completely barren wasteland, and this is still a terrible ruin that only "legendary scavengers" are qualified to tread, presumably even if all the abyssal rifts are closed one day in the future, this wasteland may have to rely on the serious transformation of the caster or cleric of the Morning Star level to restore the normal ecological balance.

"What a terrible disaster, what a sad human heart, evil monsters have invaded this land that should be filled with so much beauty and life, but not one of the resident legendary professionals in the entire Faeron Plane is willing to stand up and fight evil to the end in order to protect their homeland, and even the powerful Morning Star Mage has to prevent others from saving poor innocent lives...... Alas............"

Sadly sighed while half-squatting on the cold dust land, watching the dark red tones in the soil and the pale red ice ballast in the cold wind intertwined into one, the half-closed eyelid "Valkyrie" Iberfil couldn't help but sadly stretched out her palm and gently brushed the cracked earth.

The bright silver armor blocked the girl's skin touch, and the faintly surrounding fluctuations of fighting qi shielded the erosion of the abyssal energy, even if a small patch of ice ballast on the surface was wiped clean, Ibefil still did not feel the warmth of any normal life in the dust.

Only the demon worms and viruses from the abyss are slowly wriggling in the blood-red energy, they are devouring life, they are eating souls, these little demons that are invisible to the naked eye are constantly devouring everything they have the ability to devour and strengthen themselves.

When they reach maturity, the lowest and most basic abyssal creatures, the Abyssal Worms, will be reborn on a carpet of scarlet fungus, and at that point, this sudden catastrophe will expand itself into strides towards every piece of clean natural land around it.

Just as life can find a way out, so can evil always find a way out, because they all have one thing in common, that is, they will do whatever it takes for the sake of profit.

However, in the face of the evil forces that "can always find a way out", what should those "brave men" who stick to justice do with the shining blade?

The Valkyrie didn't know the answer, she was just a naïve and righteous girl who stubbornly stuck to herself, and all she could do was purify all the "Ququmai" she could find, then grind and crush them, and use her fighting spirit to make a high-temperature roast and cook it into hard bread and bring it back to the Horaka Line.

No matter how long this kind of disaster relief ration can last, no matter whether they will be targeted by the "long river of fate" because of such a large-scale act of helping ordinary people, and no matter how many pairs of invisible eyes are eyeing behind them, the compassionate fighters will not give up pessimistically.

She's a strong-willed legendary Valkyrie!

However............

What if the evil that has found a "way out" is not satisfied with wreaking havoc in the barren ice fields, wilderness, and wind, but also finds the little goodness that hides and "entertains itself"?

“............”

"Excuse me, are you the "legendary Valkyrie"—Miss Ibefil-Marta"?

The gloomy air gradually solidified due to the sudden drop in temperature, and Ibefir, who was panting and controlling a large oven built with scorching hot fighting energy, silently stopped what he was doing.

I saw that she carefully stuffed all the hundreds of tons of hard bread that had just been baked to the point of being half-baked into the inferior storage ring with a small space, and then wiped the sweat on her forehead and kept a friendly smile, and the beautiful girl who turned around kindly replied to a man standing in front of her:

"Hello, I'm Ibefil Marta, but I'm not a legendary Valkyrie, in fact, even this exaggerated title is just a casual joke from a few of my friends, if necessary, you can just call me Ibefel."

The kind maiden always treated people like this, gentle and polite, and although the young man who was now "standing" in front of her like a pillar looked very decadent in a fat and loose, somewhat tattered demon's skin robe, the polite and thoughtful "Valkyrie" still did not feel displeased with the slightly unkempt appearance of the stranger she talked to.

This is true, aristocratic politeness, and the friendliness of a professional who belongs exclusively to the good camp, and this politeness and friendliness only depends on the quality of the interlocutor and has nothing to do with the status of the person being talked to - I believe that even if the man who is being questioned in a hoarse voice is not a legendary professional who is full of vague legendary fluctuations, but an ordinary farmer in the field, Iberfel's attitude will not be much different from the present.

Of course, politeness is politeness, kindness is goodwill, and a "righteous girl" with rich life experience and a normal IQ will not let her guard down because the strangers she meets "seems" not to be aggressive.

In fact, at the same time as she spoke, the tense "Valkyrie" had already secretly put her fingers on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

"May I ask this legendary warrior gentleman, what is the reason why you came here to find me? Now that the Karamus Empire is at war, and there are still many innocent poor people who are starving in the cold wind of winter, I need to seize every bit of time to purify the wheat and send it to the Horaka defense line, if you are willing to join the "Faeron Plane Guardian Alliance" to contribute to the great and just cause, you can follow this path in the direction of Mira to Mocha City, our "temporary alliance leader" Mr. Augustin is stationed there."