"It's finally here!" Francis looked at the crumbling city wall in front of him, is this the same city that has had been attacked by demonic beasts before?

"It's been seven days, and I'm a little tired of sitting on my horse!" Rand said exaggeratedly, leaning on his horse.

"Rand, didn't you say it, even as a mage, you have to pay attention to exercising! Look at Francis, after so many days, you are running around immediately, and you don't even breathe!" Ed looked at Rand who was playing treasure, very helpless.

"Hey, he's a monster at all, okay, I'm what a normal mage should be!" Rand looked at Francis on his horse, seven days of running around had indeed made his body a little tired.

Randy Grace looked at the endless people coming and going inside and outside the city gate, and said suspiciously: "Didn't you say that this city has been abandoned, why are there so many people?"

"It's a mercenary! It seems that there are a lot of tasks for the withered flower, and there are so many mercenaries gathered here!" Francis looked at the people who came and went, all of them were big swords and leather armor, and even the number of mages was quite large.

"It's not just mercenaries!" Rand straightened up and said, "I'm afraid there are many other forces among them, and the Mage Guild should also be bound to obtain the withering flower! ”

"In that case, other empires will send people too!The Flower of Withering only blooms once a year, and only in the Valley of the Dead!"

"That's how it should be!"

"What about the churches, will the major churches send people too?" Ed asked Francis, how do you know a little bit about Francis who is also a white deacon.

"This ...... I don't know!After all, churches are the type of people with deep pockets, and they probably have a lot of stock!" Francis shook his head, he didn't know much about this.

"When you say that, I don't feel like there's any hope. Those guilds, the people sent by the empire are also holy ranks, the four of us don't even have a high rank, can we get the withered flower?" Rand said weakly as he leaned on his horse again.

"Don't be so discouraged, Rand!" Ed said loudly: "There are tens of thousands of withered flowers in the Valley of the Dead a year, and if we're lucky, we can get one or two! It's rare!"

"I hope so!"

"Don't be so discouraged! we haven't even entered the door now, just pick a good place in the Valley of the Dead and wait for the flowers to bloom!" Francis rode into the city.

"A few masters, look at this sword, this is the big sword used by the dragon slaying warriors to kill the dragon back then......" "The magic wand of the holy rank, the alchemy work of the god level, absolutely undeceiving, come and see the past!" ......

Countless mercenaries came and went on the streets, and there were shouting, scolding, and fighting everywhere, and it seemed that the mercenaries were very angry.

"Hey, it seems that we can only go to the Valley of the Dead first!" said the four Francis, they were already late, the hotel in the city was full, and a small dilapidated house dared to ask for one gold coin a day.

"There are too many people, let's go to the Valley of the Dead first, I hope we can choose a good place to camp there!" Ed looked at the crowded street, this is where there is no place to stay, the original abandoned houses are occupied by mercenaries, and now the city is overcrowded.

"Let's go, go out of the south gate and walk twenty kilometers to the Valley of the Dead!" Francis pulled his hat, this place is really messy, it is estimated that there will only be a few days a year when it will prosper a little.

The four of them were helpless, they originally wanted to find a hotel to rest for a night, but now it seems that they can only camp in the wilderness.

Between the two mountains, a wide valley lies. Lush green trees, and damp land, it is said that there used to be a large river here, but it has since disappeared.

"This is the Valley of the Dead!" Ed said affirmatively, looking at the map.

"Don't you think there are too many people here?" said Francis, looking at the thousands of tents in front of him, large and small, and how many people had come here.

"Anyway, it's coming, let's find a place with few people first, and set up a tent!" Randy Grace looked around, and the places where the geographical advantage was occupied by others.

"There's no one there, there's no one there!" said Francis, pointing to a hill in the distance.

"I'm afraid we don't have a geographical advantage there?" Randygrace looked, it seemed to be a little far from the bottom, and when the time came, I was afraid that we would not be able to grab the withered flower.

"Believe me, we don't have an advantage here! When the flowers bloom, it's not a mess, let's take a high ground first, sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight!" Francis said with a little mystery.

"Sit on the mountain... Watch the Tiger Fight!" Rand pondered for a moment, feeling that the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became. "Francis, look at your sunny face, I can't imagine that you are still a conspirator!"

"It's called wisdom, it's what you're missing!" Francis, unceremoniously replied.

"What! You ...... you."

The four men led their horses towards the hill that Francis had spoken of.

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"My lord, we've found Carter and the Ottoman people! But the Solomonic Empire ...... I beg your pardon for the incompetence of our subordinates, we have not found any trace of them so far!" In a tent occupied a privileged location, the spy knelt on one knee, not daring to look directly at the man sitting in the middle of the tent.

"Solomon doesn't care, they were big winners last year, and if they dare to show up this year, they will definitely be besieged by several other families!" the man touched the short beard on his chin and said in a deep voice. The man was dressed in a cyan samurai suit, about 1.8 meters. He was about forty years old, and if you looked closely, he looked like he was only in his early thirties, so it was hard to tell his real age.

"What about the mercenaries in the valley, there are also many Saint-rank masters, should we drive them away, my lord?"

"No need, it's just a clown! Keep them, the more chaotic the water, the better, no matter what, this is Caesar's territory! Stand down, be careful!"

"Yes, my lord, and the Mage Guild, this time they sent three Holy Rank......s!

"According to the old rules, leave them some soup to drink! They have already made a statement, and we should not do it!"

"Yes, the subordinates retired. With that, the spy bowed and withdrew.

"Parr, why are you still sleeping, and you are still asleep?" the man closed his eyes, and beside him was a bearded man, wrapped in a casual coat, and fell asleep on the ground.

"I'm recuperating my body and preparing for the next battle. The big man named Parr opened his eyes, and a pair of beast-like pupils shot out two blue lights.

"Hmph, excuse for boredom! Remember, you insisted on coming this time, or I wouldn't have taken on this tricky job. When the time comes, you can give me some help, things will be messed up, and there will be no way to come out next time you want to!"

"Don't worry, don't look at me like this, I've been looking forward to this one for a long time!" Parr sat up, his muscles shaking, showing the terrifying power of his master.

"It's good to know, the other party is a god level, don't take it lightly......"

"Got it, Hawke, I want to smell Doughre's little girl!" Parr shook his nose and interrupted the man, who was named Hawke!

"Grey, she's not in Yanjing with Ti'er...... Damn Dirigera, it must be his academy mission!Til has taken the mission, let's go to Til's and have a look!Fight is not safe here!" Hawke stood up, urging Parr.

"Got it, got it, I don't sleep!" Parr stood up, a head taller than the man.

On the mountain, Francis was helping Randy Grace set up a tent, when suddenly he felt two breaths coming from the bottom of the mountain!

"What's wrong, Francis!" asked Randy Grace strangely when she saw Francis stop.

"Someone is coming!" Francis looked down the mountain, the person who came was not hostile, it didn't look like an enemy!

"Till, you're really here!" Hawke and Pal appeared in front of the tent just as Francis wondered who it would be.

"Master, Uncle Parr!" Randy Grace was overjoyed to meet her teacher here!

"Mr. Hawke, Lord Parr!" Grey jumped off her horse, and it seemed that the smell of Parr had awakened her.

"Lord Hawke, Lord Parr!" Rand stopped what he was doing when he saw Hawk suddenly appear, and stepped forward to say hello. Ed also stepped forward to say hello, although he hadn't seen the two of them, but listening to Randy Grace's tone, this person should be the guardian of the empire, the god-level knight Hawke!

Francis looked at Hawke, Randygrace's teacher turned out to be a god rank, so this one... The breath is very strange, it's his mount! Well, it's quite five big and three thick, and he can turn into a human form, so it's already a god-level demonic beast, right?

Just as Francis was observing Parr, Parr looked at Francis as well. In Hawke's opinion, Francis is just a sixth-order mage, but a naturally intuitive Warcraft doesn't think so, not to mention that Parr is already a God-level Warcraft!

"Master, why are you here!" Randy Grace asked strangely, Hawke shouldn't be in Yanjing!

"It's hard to talk here, go to my tent! Come along, if I remember correctly, you're the grandson of Duke Lesser!" Hawke said to Eddard, bowing his head vaguely at Lan.

"Yes, Master Hawke!" Ed nodded politely, politely.

"Yes, it's much better than your grandfather!" Hawke said this sentence, looking at Francis, who was shrouded in a robe and staring at Parr, and asked, "Who is this little friend?"

"He's Francis!" Randygrace shifted her position to block Hawke's gaze.

"Oh!" Looking at Randygrace's strange movements, Hawke suddenly became interested in Francis, who is this mage?