The Iron Keep, a city located in the Hammer Realm, is bordered by the Black Lords and the Salon Realms. Cheese had come here after leaving Turbidity to seek the truth about the plague. Here they meet a vampire from the Black Blood family, Sander. After an initial misunderstanding, the Bloods soon discovered that the Bloodclan was on the same side as them in the face of the plague, and they were soon introduced by Sander to the city's administrator, Wall.

Interestingly, Wall is also a spellcaster himself, and the genre he learns is a very rare type of guardian war witch that is purely defensive. It is precisely because of this that the city of Iron Castle was saved from the outbreak of plague seeds in the city. It's just that the price is that the whole city has been pulled into a state of stagnation by magic, and the iron castle at this time is like a huge glass landscape ball, and the things in the sphere are completely blocked, still staying at the moment when the magic takes effect.

Now André and Cheese are here to smash the glass shell of the orb and protect the people inside from causing further casualties, which requires them to control the mad rat people in the city as soon as possible, otherwise the magic will only delay the tragedy that should have happened a little longer. Therefore, as the most researched spellcaster in the world at present, the presence of Cheese is very necessary. Coupled with the fact that the Grand Duke of Hammer was not a person who was blindly hated by the nezumi, and his subordinates also had absolute trust in their Grand Duke, on this basis, the cooperation between the Valley and the Hammer became a matter of course.

"You can already see the Iron Castle. Elsa lifted the curtain of the carriage and said to the people inside, with a worried look on her face, "You... Are you alright?"

The person who will make Red Fox so worried is naturally Cheese. In fact, since returning from the Grey Tower, the mage has been in a terrible state. Anyone could see what he was bothered by, and everyone knew that they couldn't help what bothered the mage so much. All the people could do was to scrape together a carriage for the cheese to ride in the valley, where supplies were scarce. But even so, he didn't leave the carriage much during the few days of the journey, except for Elsa bringing food to the cheese.

"How is he?" asked Lothar as he saw the red fox come out of the carriage. The state of the cheese touches everyone's hearts, and if it weren't for the unnecessary trouble, the rats would even follow them to the Iron Keep.

Elsa shook her head, not saying anything but already conveying the meaning to her companion. Seeing this, Lothar frowned, glanced at the looming iron fortress walls in the distance, and then looked at the carriage carport that was silent, "This is not the way." What the hell happened to him? I've never seen him so depressed even when I came face to face with that demon lord. ”

"How can we know about the wizard?" the webworm rolled her eyes, she didn't really want to be separated from her pet, but the giant spider obviously caused as much unnecessary misunderstanding as the rat-man. Therefore, the mercenary was probably the most hopeful of all the people that the matter of the Iron Castle would end quickly, but she also knew very well that she should not let this impatience affect her actions, and danger would come quietly like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass, often when people were not looking.

Lothar glanced at the networm, and he could see that the latter didn't care, and knew he had no reason to blame her for it. After all, before he was restored to the status of Count of Montenegro, the networm would not be able to get the promised reward at all. At this time, he would have liked Jack to be here to talk to him, but since Mona also transformed into a wolfwalker, they have often remained glued together in wolf form. Along the way, the two wolfwalkers served as scouts for the team, and they didn't see anyone all day, except for returning to the team at dinner.

Thinking of this, the Earl sighed unconsciously, and at this moment, a familiar voice came from the treetops not far away, "Sounds like you're in trouble?" The one-eyed young elf stood on the branch, looking at the team condescendingly, satisfied that he could sneak closer to this distance without anyone noticing. But he ignored the pair of dark green eyes in the bushes behind him. Before Lothar could reply, the elf was pressed to the ground by the gray wolf that pounced on him from behind.

"It hurts—" Bakham didn't realize what was happening until this point, he only felt something weigh heavily on his back, and when he turned his head, he saw two rows of sharp wolf teeth.

"Mona!" roared the half-human, half-wolf Jack before the elf died. In fact, he was too worried, although Mona pressed Bakham to the ground, she had no intention of eating him now, this elf had a familiar smell on her. Although it was only a superficial impression, curiosity prevailed. Hearing the voice of the wolf, the female warrior looked back, reluctantly removed her paw from Bakham's back, and let the latter crawl out several steps away before she could stand up.

"You see, we're all in trouble right now. Lothar laughed and dismounted and patted Bakham on the shoulder, which nearly knocked the calf-limping elf to the ground again. Although it is not ethical to say this, it always makes people happy to see others unlucky. "Speaking of which, what about Leon? didn't you come along?"

The elf dissatisfiedly took the earl's hand off his shoulder and patted the dust off his body, "He has been with the old fellow lately, and he says that it is close to nature, and I see that mushrooms are about to grow on him." "After the Battle of Vale, the Blood Lion did not return to the kingdom out of guilt, but instead went to the elven forest with Bakham after wandering several villages along the way. According to himself, this is because he can't understand why the chivalric Grey Lion has ended up like this, and needs to find a place to be quiet.

"Alright," Lothar tried to imagine Leon with mushrooms growing on his body, and nodded after finding that he couldn't accept such a blood lion, "Did Cheese call you?" As far as Lothar knew, no one had made any intention to contact the elves during this trip to the Iron Keep, and the only reason he could imagine that Buckham was here was because the mages had made contact with the elves.

"No, I haven't had much contact with the elves. The reason he is here is because he has come as a messenger. Cheese's voice took the place of Bakham answering the Count of Montenegro's question. For the first time in a few days, the mage left the carriage on his own initiative, although his face was still ugly.

"Emissary?" Lothar repeated the term, but then he saw the always haughty elf kneeling deferentially on one knee in front of the cheese, startling the rest of the group.

But Buckham did just that, his tone more humble than ever, "Greetings from Atwood Greenstaff, Your Excellency the Ratman Guardian. ”