However, the town is a non-military unit after all, and the fortress will not interfere with the trade, but the army will still patrol the city, and the residents of Chen Town are strictly forbidden to approach the moat. So there was a vacuum between the moat and the town, and although there were not many soldiers guarding it, none of the inhabitants dared to set foot here.

The entire town was built within the artillery coverage of the fortress, which was also to prevent unsuspecting towns from being infiltrated by the enemy. This peaceful town, which seems to be bustling with people, will be bombarded by the fortress as soon as it is detected to be acting abnormally. Of course, this situation has never happened in these hundreds of years, and the guards and natural disasters on both sides of the river are really two completely different worlds in the bones, and there is no possibility of compatibility.

Everyone walked on the streets of the town with the necromantic cavalry, and the pedestrians on the street consciously gave way when they saw the necromantic war horses that exuded cold air, but they were not very afraid, and the vendors on both sides were still selling on their own, which showed that the soldiers of the natural disaster had become commonplace for the residents here.

Only then did the adventurers realize that the inhabitants of this place were not only inhuman monsters such as orcs, trolls, and undead, but also many humans and elves. It's just that unlike their counterparts on the other side of the river, the humans and elves here have darker skin tones, and their eyes are generally red or dark red, giving them a hint of bewitching beauty.

Adventurers who have learned about the background (harmony) of the world know that these people are called the aftermath of natural disasters. Before the Scourge invaded the mainland, the trees were just as green, and the skin of its inhabitants was just as fair and rosy. However, after the baptism of plague brought by natural disasters, the trees became dark and lifeless, and most of the humans, elves, and dwarves were infected and died, and only a few survived to adapt to the cursed land, but at the cost of it, their appearance changed. The current inhabitants of the disaster area are the descendants of these survivors, and they can adapt well to this barren land and grow up healthily in the harsh environment. The inhabitants on the other side of the river consider them traitors assimilated by the devil and call them the descendants of the natural disaster.

But now it seems that these people are not dissatisfied with their current situation, on the contrary, they still enjoy life here, in their eyes, those people on the other side of the river, sitting on the fertile land and clean air, are flowers growing in greenhouses, a bunch of weak and incompetent waste! Those who can survive the territory of natural disasters are the real strong.

In the eyes of adventurers cultivated by the law of the jungle, these tough, physically strong Scourge lords are more pleasing to the eye, at least they are fierce enough, as can be seen from the goods they trade. The bazaar sells almost everything, from antique utensils, to the corpses of monsters in the wild, to all kinds of magical items and hedrons, and even live organs of humanoids and live slave traffic! There are some dangerous goods among them, but these things do not seem to be regulated, and both the vendors and buyers look at these uncomfortable goods with a calm face, without the slightest hint of guardian pretensions.

"Grandma's, it's better than Miracle Square, I kind of like this place!" Adventurers quickly became interested here. Some people even began to ask the vendors about the price, but when they asked, they learned that they had to use the currency of the world to buy things here.

Adventurers don't have any currency here, but there are some real money. These valuables are generally obtained in the mission world, and they have no effect on increasing strength, there is no market in the system, and they cannot be brought back to the real world, and the only role is to win the favor of the plot characters in the mission world.

Who knows, as soon as they took out these things, the adventurers received a prompt from the system:

"Adventurers can use valuables to trade with the natives of the quest world, but only items traded with the prescribed currency can be taken out of the world. Adventurers can earn currency by working and trading in the quest world through guò, but the traded items must be obtained from the world. Currency earned through legal means can be taken out of the world, or exchanged for goods needed in the world. ”

Seeing this hint, the eyes of adventurers lit up, which is good news! Items that usually need to be taken away by doing tasks, this time you can actually buy them directly with money! Although this money must be earned by legal labor, and cannot be exchanged for valuables in their hands, in the eyes of adventurers with superpowers, making money is much easier than doing tasks in life and death, money is precisely the least valuable thing, and problems that can be solved with money are not a problem.

However, there are also a few calm people in the crowd: "The system will not give such a big discount, and being able to release such news shows that making money is by no means an easy task, or in this world, making money itself is a difficult task!" ”

Seeing that the adventurers were addicted to the traders, the necromantic knight captain who had taken the lead before was a little impatient, he turned his horse's head, waved his spear to disperse the hawkers, and said coldly to the adventurers: "Wait for the battlefield, there are loot all over the ground waiting for you to loot, instead of wasting time here, it is better to hurry up and improve your strength and kill a few more enemies!" ”

Although the strength of this necromantic captain is not very strong, as the spokesperson of the natural disaster side to the adventurer in the plot, everyone does not want to cause trouble with him, and returns to the team one by one. Soon, everyone came to the entrance of the bridge by the moat of the suspension bridge.

The steel-framed drawbridge had been folded and folded to the other side of the moat, and at the entrance of the bridge on this side was guarded by two tall teams of orc soldiers, with a table in the center and a dwarf goblin clerk sitting behind it.

The goblins, small, intelligent creatures are the most astute merchants on the continent, and they have an unusually sharp eye for numbers and names. As a tenacious race that can survive the plague of natural disasters, these creatures have always maintained a neutral attitude, and they can be seen in any camp on either side, but without exception, these greedy little creatures have absolutely no right to get involved in any important work, at most they only do registration and make a living in the troubled times.

The necromantic cavalry captain came to the goblin clerk and pointed his gun at the adventurers behind him: "New soldiers, if you have a letter of introduction, put them in the formation. ”

The goblin clerk nodded, gave a rough look at the adventurers, and shouted in a shrill voice: "There are forty-three in total, come up one by one according to the current formation, report your names, press your handprints, and then go over there to get a sign!" ”

As soon as the words fell, one of the two teams of guarding orc soldiers came out, their stature was slightly slender, and they looked a little weak compared to those five big and three thick of the same kind, unlike the other soldiers who were wearing heavy armor and holding heavy swords and battle axes, these two thin soldiers only wore a helmet, and their bodies were covered with relatively light chain mail, and they also held wooden staff and small daggers in their hands. But as soon as these two orcs stood up, the adventurers with relatively high spiritual power sensed a trace of obvious elemental fluctuations. These are two shamans, the main force of the spell force in the Scourge Legion!

One by one, the adventurers went to register their names under the command of the goblin clerk, put their fingerprints on their names, and then walked up to the two shamans. The two mages took out an iron tablet with a chain from a pocket on the ground, soaked it in a jar of red liquid next to it, and then transported the magic energy, using the attached red liquid to print the handwriting on the iron tablet according to the name that the goblin had just read over there.

"Oh, here you go, drop a drop of blood on it to activate it, and this will be your identity card from now on, as long as you take it, the identification device in the tower can feel the magical elemental energy on your body, identify you as an ally, and tell the mage who controls the turret not to attack you." If you accept your blood, this brand is already connected to your blood, once it leaves your body, it will lose its effect, and if you lose the brand, it will be regarded as an enemy by the tower, so you must keep it, understand? ”

After listening to the explanation of the orc shaman's urn and the sound of the urn, the adventurer nodded, and immediately pricked his finger and dotted a drop of blood on it.

Adventurers have also previewed this thing, this thing is simply a friend or foe identification device, the operator on the turret also has to use a magnifying crystal to aim, in the melee, the licensed friendly will have a special light in the turret scope, which is convenient for the mage to distinguish. Of course, the townspeople didn't have such nameplates, and they weren't allowed to go near the fortress, even the open space along the moat was strictly controlled, and if the flames of war reached the back of the fortress, the town would inevitably suffer in the chaos.

One by one, the adventurers registered, and the folding drawbridge of the fortress was finally lowered, and a group of soldiers came out of the city, took over the work of the necromantic cavalry, and guided the adventurers into the fortress. The necromantic cavalry rode away and continued the patrol.

After entering the fortress, the adventurers felt an oncoming aura of slaughter, each post was guarded by well-equipped soldiers, and on the training ground, hundreds of orcs, trolls, and undead, fully armed, armed with heavy weapons, shouted earth-shattering slogans for drills. These inhuman monsters already have a physique that exceeds the average human body, and when hundreds of such monsters appear, the shock brought to people is even more incomparable!

Although the arrogant nature and savage culture of these monsters determined that their training could not be as uniform as that of humans, it was this seemingly chaotic battle that made the adventurers feel a wild murderous aura even more!

But even so, these monster soldiers can't get into the eyes of the adventurers, they expect something more powerful.