Smoke erupts from the slightly burning lime pits, hammers clange in the warm atmosphere, and people shout from time to time.

Construction continued day and night, with torches burning until late at night, and the walls, surrounded by wooden scaffolding, rose at an alarming rate.

In the city of Nome, where the construction site is located, summer has quietly arrived:

Wisteria and wattle trees bloom on the wooded hillsides, the flowers on the trees resemble white stars, and nightingales sing among the pine trees in the quiet of the night as the moonlight shines through the glittering aqueducts.

Standing in the council hall of the Archons—in fact, they had been housed here since Commander Wenfeng arrived in Nome yesterday, but no one had come to greet them, and they were not allowed to go out—his brow furrowed as he watched the construction in the distance.

It wasn't until a patrol eagle flew in the sky, like a bat in the night, that it landed quietly, and the commander of the wind came back to his senses. Feeding the jerky to the tired "messenger", stroking the other's feathers, he let him go.

At this time, there was already a small wooden tube in the hands of the commander of Wenfeng. Gently pulling it on the side, the lid at the top fell off, and a folded note inside the wooden tube was also brought out, and it landed lightly in the palm of the hand of the commander of the wind.

"The quicksand array is dead, the siege of Sparter City has failed, and the Sand Bandit Alliance has been killed and wounded......"

The fine handwriting concisely writes the process of "the Sand Bandit Alliance's collapse and sinking of Shaspart's city", in which "quicksand" refers to the wind-smeller who became the leader of the sand bandits, and his death means that the secret chess move of the wind-smelling leader has come to an end.

In the past, Commander Wenfeng would most likely review the plan, but now he simply didn't have the time.

Not only because of the content of the negotiation, but also because the negotiator is unwilling to give him time to think.

With a muffled "bang", the door to the chamber of the Archon Nome mansion was pushed open, and an overly strong ogre stepped in first. Seeing the Wenfeng Commander and the others waiting here, a cold snort came out of Nalu's nose.

"Treacherous 'villain', your plan has been broken, and I can't get past you...... You...... And you," he said, pointing at the ebony barbed chain, the ogre's loud voice echoing through the council chamber, "all of them have to be smashed into pulp." ”

Before the words fell, the few people who followed the Wenfeng Commander became nervous, and they all stood in front of the Commander, and took out all kinds of equipment from their bodies—belts that can be turned into straight blades with a slight shake, leather shields that have been folded and cleverly hidden in cloak ornaments, and small crossbows that bounce off with a tap of their armguards, the tips of which are still green, obviously quenched in advance......

Their reaction was not unfast, but as everyone knows, the ogre Naru sneered in his heart at this time, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, "Oh, I came to the Archon's Council Chamber and carried a weapon without permission, and I was hidden in advance for inspection?"

"Where's the law enforcement team?" roared Naru.

Dozens of stubborn kobold warriors of the Dragonlord clan immediately poured into the council hall, all dressed in berserk armor and carrying shields made of fine iron in addition to scimitars.

They stared at the Wenfeng Commander and the others, staring at each other, and when the other party resisted slightly, they would rush up and chop them into minced meat.

"Put down your props," Seeing this, the Commander immediately pushed aside the men who were blocking him, and preemptively defined the weapon in his hand as a bunch of innocuous "small toys", "The followers of the dragon Pasha also ask you to exercise restraint, we are ......"

“...... You're here for the ransom," the words rang out outside the gate, mixed with the crusting of gears and the sound of steam eruptions, and the steampunk half-lich Shi Shiran walked into the council hall, "Don't use the word 'peace,' what you've done has tarnished it." ”

He was not annoyed by being confronted in front of him, but he felt relaxed that the other party appeared in front of him - as long as he could negotiate, he would have the opportunity to obtain the wealth he needed without bloodshed.

"The life of an honest person is never easy, and the easy life is always based on the suffering of the majority. ”

Commander Wen Feng used a strange proverb of the American emperor as his opening statement, and it was not surprising that he received a burst of ridicule, but the secret spy leader did not feel discouraged in the slightest.

"To be honest, I don't fully approve of Davishur's actions, but ordinary people may not understand his goal - to stop the suffering of the vast majority of people in the Ash World - but as a legendary spellcaster, you should know that although it may not be trivial to you, it is the whole meaning of my life, and it is worth all my efforts. ”

He withstood the half-lich's gaze with his gaze, not wavering.

As he said, Snead did have some doubts about the actions of the Great Dimension. Among the many messages sent by the commander of Wenfeng, after he learned that the other party wanted to ask for ransom, he made his own guess based on some known circumstances.

And now, the commander of Wenfeng actually stabbed this layer of window paper generously in front of him. This couldn't help but arouse the curiosity of the half-lich even more, "The experiment he is doing has something to do with the mortal soul of the purifying ash world?"

......

"The world of ashes is a world rejected by the gods, and the mortals who live here are not in the habit of believing in the gods, and their souls do not even have the opportunity to be hung on the walls of the unbelievers, but can only wander in the physical plane.

In order to save the world, the ancient Soulbinder Mages established the Soulbinder Towers, attracting the souls of all mortals after death to gather in these towers, and then melt the lava in the center of the earth to feed the world.

In a sense, mortals born in this world are much more unfortunate than the inhabitants of other parts of the multiverse, and their lives are much more difficult. Not only do you have to spend a time in the desert, but it is difficult to rest even after death.

As the reincarnation of Shuric's Soulbinder Mage, every time I go to the Soulbinder Tower to deal with the blockage of souls, I can hear the painful wails of souls being burned by the fire of the Earth's Core.

What scares me even more is that this 'self-help method' that has survived from ancient times in the ash world is now slowly becoming ineffective. Over the past three hundred years, soul blockages have occurred more and more, and the situation has become more and more serious every time.

And to solve this problem, through two hundred years of research, I have invented a unique spell that can transform the light of the eternal blazing sun for my own use.

This inexhaustible source of energy, if used on a large scale, can not only solve the problem of soul blockage in the Tower of Soulbinding, but also bring enough energy to the world of ashes, and everyone can benefit from it.

But transforming this energy requires a medium, and only by refining gold into a Blazing Sun Crystal can it be up to the task. According to my estimates, it would take a lot of gold to make enough Blazing Sun Crystals.

So, more than 100 years ago, I started ......"

Standing in the museum's underground laboratory, Davishal "revealed" his heart to his henchmen, the chief of the "Cross Pickaxe" Fire Dwarven Clan and the general on duty, and answered their doubts for many years.

Sealed in alchemy amber, Quest listened to these words.