On the flat road of the Black Stone Wasteland, the messenger group of thousands of people pulled out a long queue, let go of the mounts under their seats and ran wildly; the caravans encountered along the way, they could detect the movement from afar, and immediately stopped according to the instructions of the lead team, parked the cart on the side of the road, and gave them great respect while making way for them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Among the thousands of people in the envoy group, there are basically good riding skills, even if a few of them are not good at riding occasionally, or they are a little weaker, aren't there such things as carriages.

In order to rush to Stegel City in the Ruiwei Principality in time, there are enough war horses in the Iron Collar, so the members of the envoy group this time are basically one person and two horses, so as to be able to maintain a high speed of galloping all the way.

In addition, each carriage has a maximum of two people, and the single horse-drawn carriage is changed to two horses, which greatly increases the ability to run continuously.

In addition to the little valuable salute that each person carried, the belongings of the rest of the members of the envoy group were numbered and uniformly included in the space ring, which greatly reduced everyone's burden;

For a moment, those who came to the group from the headquarters of the Empire and the Temple were amazed to find that the journey was unprecedentedly easy, and if it weren't for the fact that the wild running along the way barely stopped, it would have been more comfortable than traveling.

After setting off every morning, we rode for half a day in a row, and then at noon, the precursor had already arranged everything.

The water to wash the hands and faces, the men who took care of and fed the mounts, the hot meals, the rooms where they rested, all these had already been properly arranged.

Maybe the food is not so exquisite and delicious, but being able to do it so clean and hygienic under such conditions that even the most discerning nobleman in the team has no complaints.

The time for lunch and rest is about two hours, and then the envoys will set out again, and will not stop to rest until the evening, and the time to go down and hurry every day must be kept at least ten hours or more.

The effect of running for such a long time is naturally good, thanks to the smooth avenue under the fortress group of Blackstone Fort, which has now been repaired, it can ensure that the journey is at least more than 500 miles a day, and of course there are some small problems after a long period of horseback riding, such as many people's inner thighs are worn out or something.

However, the five High Priests of the Scepter of the Temple of the God of War who accompanied him, as well as dozens of regular priests and apprentices, these people were not decorations, and a primary healing technique that did not consume much magic power at all could solve this little flesh injury.

At noon on the sixth day after departure, the dilapidated Black Rock City appeared in sight, and Mo Duo remembered that he had taken the first batch of products from the steel base to Black Rock City to trade, even if he was in a hurry, it took a whole month on the road......

It is said that Blackstone City, which was once known as the first city in the Blackstone Great Wasteland, has fallen to this point, and the short-sighted and greedy character of the little white-faced governor Dorett has an unshirkable responsibility.

Originally, Blackstone City was on the way to the Iron Domain, and it could be said to be a golden treasure land, where caravans would always replenish or take a break, which also meant that it could bring a large number of tourists to the city's service industry, as well as bring a very considerable tax revenue to Blackstone City.

However, Dorette, who was still the provisional governor at the time, was too greedy, and his sudden and drastic increase in the entry tax made him rich, but also scared away a large number of caravans, who would rather spend the night in the wilderness outside the city than spend this inexplicable unjust money.

Gradually, the reputation of Black Rock City was completely stinked in the caravan, and the local merchants who had lost their customers gradually moved to the thriving Iron Collar, and even set up wild shops directly on the side of the main road outside the city.

In the end, just a few miles away from the city, a bustling town had developed, but at least half of the inhabitants of Blackstone had moved away, and most of them had become owners or associates of a small shop on the side of the road.

These people would rather give their monthly taxes to the Iron Collar than to the nearby Black Rock City, but in the face of this situation, afraid of the invincible Iron Collar, Doret did not dare to do anything.

The current Blackstone City is very dilapidated, and the little tax collected by the Governor's Mansion every month is very difficult for even the small army for this, and there is even a grapevine that in view of the current dilapidation of Blackstone City and the fact that it does not live up to its name, High Priest Tracy will be transferred back to the headquarters for another reuse, and the original branch of the Temple of War will be completely abolished......

I don't know if those pioneers deliberately arranged it, but the place to eat and rest at noon today was arranged in a small town a few miles away from Blackstone City.

In addition to the men and horses of the Iron Lord's headquarters, there are many great nobles of the empire, as well as high-ranking clergy of the temple, these people appear so close to Blackstone City, no matter how unwilling and reluctant the little white-faced Doret is in his heart, but he has to appear in this town with a smiling face.

With a smile on his face, he sincerely invited the great man to go to Black Rock City to rest and dine, but unfortunately, even the lowliest barons, or ordinary war priests, all rejected his kindness.

Just kidding, now no one in the empire knows the grievances between Dorette and His Royal Highness Prince Modo, although His Royal Highness Prince Modo has never revealed that he wants to suppress Black Rock City.

But the old werewolf family of the year has completely become a piece of stinky shit among the nobles of the empire, and everything has to be ignored as far away as possible, only fools and heartless goods will have no scruples at all, and in front of the little dwarf prince, they will fight with Doret.

Besides, there is really nothing to go to in a place like Blackstone City now, and if it is a good place like Steel City, it will be about the same......

The little white-faced Doret, who had not invited anyone, returned to Black Rock City with a group of his men, and the extremely strong humiliation filled his body, and he seemed to be able to feel that even his former cronies were full of sympathy and even teasing when they looked at him.

He almost crushed his entire tooth before he managed to keep himself from erupting.

Alone back in the luxurious governor's office, not long after he sat down, the penguin butler suddenly appeared in front of him silently, but the impeccable old butler, who always maintained the etiquette in front of people, seemed extremely high at this time.

"Lord Governor, I don't know what the plan proposed by the Order, how have you thought about it?, do you still think that this orc empire is worthy of your nostalgia?" the penguin butler's mouth was full of undisguised ridicule.

Thinking of the humiliation he had just endured, Doret's face was completely distorted, and he roared: "Tell your organization, I have agreed to everything, and I don't care if it floods after I die......"