It's easy to climb up the high cliffs, and when you look up, you'll see a mountain range. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although this lofty mountain is steep, it does not have as many dense plants as other places, only sparse patches of dwarf bushes, which are not much of an obstacle to walking, but if you go over the mountains and mountains this way, the distance will be at least twice as long as before, which is not a good sign.

Mark glanced at the endless herd of beasts under the cliff and sighed:

"Looks like we have to wait. ”

"What are you waiting for?" asked Art.

"Of course, it's when this beast tide is over!"

"I'm afraid - we don't have this chance, according to records, every tide of wild beasts lasts for at least a few years. ”

"How many years?" Mark couldn't help but be dumbfounded. How many beasts are there in this Forgotten Lands?

"Looks like we're going to have to take a detour!" Arras said.

"Yes!" said Arte, holding a rough map in one hand and pointing in one direction:

"From here, across the mountains, another path can be found to the great tribe of Esso. Although we may encounter the barbarians, with our current combat strength, we are not afraid of those barbarians at all!

"Haha-yes," Milan waved the strangely shaped axe in his hand, "Now I can deal with a barbarian by myself, no problem at all!

Gitanni usually speaks less, and glanced at the complacent Milan with a calm gaze, shook her head secretly, and then looked at Mark beside her with fiery and adoring eyes, and said respectfully:

"Everything is under the arrangement of the Divine Envoy!"

Milan's face stiffened when he heard this, and he hurriedly bowed over: "Me too!

Mark had already taken the map from Art's hand and carefully examined the route, although it was a little detoured, but as they said, the whole process would have been faster without the barbarian obstruction.

So he pointed to an icon with two circles on the entire route and asked:

"Where is this?"

"Here-" Art's eyes lit up, "This is the Ice Hammer Tribe, located in the center of these 100,000 mountains, one of the twelve great tribes of my Scaly Race!"

"The Ice Hammer Tribe, I seem to be very excited to see you like this. Makchi said.

"Yes, although the strength of the Ice Hammer Tribe ranks last among the twelve major tribes, its influence is second only to the Great Tribe of Esso. Because it's the source of all the weapons of my scales!"

Where do all weapons come from? This is really ruthless, monopolizing the weapons casting industry is equivalent to monopolizing combat power!

"Lord Divine Envoy, I have thought about it carefully, this time we went to the Great Esso Tribe, although everyone's combat strength has increased greatly, but if we want to ensure the safe passage through the territory of the barbarian race, our strength is still slightly insufficient. So I'm going to stay here for a few days, and if I can get the support of the Ice Hammer tribe, the journey will be much smoother!"

Mark nodded: "This is your territory, you are naturally the most familiar with it, just do what you say!"

Finally, after looking at the endless tide of desolate beasts below, everyone packed their bags and embarked on the journey to the Ice Hammer Tribe.

Mark was not so comfortable after the reroute, and for others climbing a mountain was no different from walking on a flat road except for a little more effort, but for a man lying on a stretcher, it was a kind of torture.

With the constant uphill and downhill, bumps are inevitable, and top-heavy is inevitable. If it weren't for the fact that new areas of Mark's body were constantly being conquered, and most of his thighs began to gradually regain sensation, he would have really jumped to his feet.

As a world master, when did he become so embarrassed? But this "virus" is really weird, if it weren't for his extraordinary talent and the fact that he happened to have the power of the universe origin in his body, he would definitely be planted this time.

If you meet a master next time, you must ask clearly what is going on, otherwise you will not have such good luck when you hit the trick at a critical time in the future.

After more than a month of suffering, he finally walked into a huge plain surrounded by mountains in this mountain range, and after only seven or eight days on the plain, a huge stone town finally appeared in Mark's field of vision.

Sure enough, the big tribe is different, the Thorn tribe is just a small village, and everyone has already built a city.

Although in Mark's opinion, it is not even a small city, the height is only about three meters, it is only made of rocks, and there are no condensed reinforcement runes, such a city wall is also a city wall?

But in any case, it is one of only a few cities in the Forgotten Lands.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he put on a sackcloth before entering the city and wrapped his whole body tightly.

Once in the city, Mark immediately noticed that the city was different: there were a lot of people!

It was not ordinary, and looking at the people coming and going on the streets, Mark concluded that there were at least a hundred thousand people in the city.

A huge market has been formed around the area, and according to Art, the population here is actually only about 100,000, and the rest of the people come from various tribes to trade weapons, or simply stay here to do business.

Art confessed, and left in a hurry, to visit the Icehammer Tribe Prophet and ask for his help. And Arras took the others to hang out in the neighborhood.

Passing in front of a huge stone house, Mark saw the huge word "weapon" written on the signboard at the door, thinking that although the few people around him were much stronger, but this weapon was really not on the table, so he asked Art to take people inside, planning to see if he could buy a few good treasures here.

The temperature in the stone house rose sharply, and Mark frowned when he looked at the stove, this temperature was obviously not enough, first of all, the insulation effect was not good, and there was no hair dryer, and the fuel could not be fully burned. There's no way to create a dark iron, let alone a higher layer of meteorite.

Of course, the equipment Mark is using now is not many grades higher than this, but he is an alchemy master who can create a medium-grade holy weapon, and he is naturally handy for the transformation of this small forging furnace.

After looking at the most conspicuous stove, Mark turned his eyes to the weapons hanging on the wall, and shook his head again and again, this thing is not even comparable to the spear on Arras's back, what good goods do you expect from this armory shop?

However, if you want to have better weapons, you have to rely on these people for the time being.

Mark rolled his gaze, took out a hide from a burlap bag hanging from the stretcher, and wrote and drew on it with a pen, and in a few minutes, a sketch of a sealed blast furnace appeared.

He stretched out his hand and handed the sketch to a waiter beside him:

"Leave this to your boss!" and let him come to me if he's interested!" )