The shimmer of dawn banished some darkness from the earth, and Heras hovered at the edge of the woods, looking at the stone city in front of him, a city built on the side of a mountain without walls, although it was once known as the Golden Mountain, but in fact it was a small mountain range composed of hills, and the small hills of the mountain range were dug with holes, and the foundation of the building was directly hit in the hollowed-out open mountain in the abandoned mining area of Jinshan, and the city was connected along the abandoned mining area.

The city's building materials are all locally sourced, built directly from the stones excavated from the mountain, and the style of the building can no longer be described as chaotic, it is simply abstract. And it wasn't the kind of abstraction that humans could admire, such as the conspicuous building that looked like broken eggshells mixed with some kind of slime, and if it weren't for the fact that there were many goblins climbing up and down the outer walls of the building, Heras would have thought it was some kind of monster's lair.

There was rubble scattered everywhere around the abandoned mining area of Jinshan, only some sparse plants grew in the cracks of the rubble, since Rika did not have a city wall, Heras found a relatively flat place to land, he didn't want to fly over the city like a target, after dropping the druid, Heras simply ordered: "Lead the way." ”

Aksu glanced at the gravel mountain roads and said flatteringly, "You can ride me up, so fast." With that, the druid's black fur robe wrapped tightly around him, and when he pounced, he turned into a sturdy nightblade saber-toothed tiger.

The corners of Heras's mouth twitched, and he asked expressionlessly, "Aren't you afraid that I'm addicted to riding?"

A look of regret was evident in the nightblade's striated pupils, and he flattered with a low roar: "You are a mid-level mage who can fly, of course you don't look down on a mount like me."

"That might be. Heras said as he stepped on the tiger's back, the black fur was soft and smooth, and quite pleasant to the touch.

The Nightblade Sabertooth Tiger was so stupid that he used his front paws to gouge the gravel, and he regretted it very much now, why did he do so much! It was not a very glorious thing to be led shopping

Riding a druid for the first time put Heras in a good mood, he patted Aksu on the head and teased, "Go ahead, boy." ”

When the druid heard this, he bowed to the ground, flicked his limbs violently, and galloped swiftly along the gravel mountain road faster than his horse.

The streets of Rika City are littered with garbage and smells of all kinds, some orcs defecate on the side of the road to make the streets smell like toilets, and trolls like to cut off the heads of their prey and hang them in front of the door to dry, which makes the streets smell as disgusting as morgues.

As soon as he entered the city, Heras couldn't help but cover his nose, but Aksu seemed to be used to it, and the druid said as he ran: "It's much better in the territory of humans and elves, and there are special trade items brought by various races from their settlements. Every year, it contributes a lot of tax revenue to the Kingdom of Inheji. ”

The inhabitants of the street all looked at the running night-bladed saber-toothed tiger, this sturdy mount was too aggressive. Just as the druid turned into an alley, out of a house made of animal bones came an old and thin troll, his fangs dry and cracked, mottled hair hanging from the top of his head to his heels, he brushed his hair with his thin right hand, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes, "Aksu! that guy is not dead and is being used as a mount by a human?"

The druid was quick enough to dodge obstacles in the alley, and the clutter piled up on both sides and the brackets sticking out of the windowsill didn't affect his speed at all. As he skimmed over a windowsill, a large green fist slapped out of it, "Get away, Elf!" accompanied by a loud roar that smashed into Aksu with the sound of the howling wind.

Before the fist could get closer, a light wind blade quickly sliced through the air, slicing the green fist at the wrist.

The druid's front paws kicked the severed arm and jumped over the wall of the alley, "Nock, thank you for taking a hand!" he mocked with pleasure, the orc had beaten him so hard that he wouldn't have dared to cut his way if it weren't for a mid-level mage riding on him.

After the druid jumped over the wall, the blood from the broken wrist gushed out, and the orc felt his fist drop, and he roared in pain, "Aksu, I'm going to gnaw your head!"

"Without fists, you can survive in this city first. The druid paid no heed to the threat, and just as he was complacent, a chill spread from his head and neck that made his hair stand on end all over his body, and his scalp tingled for a while.

"Again, I promise you're much worse than that orc. Heras faintly threatened, this druid actually dared to use his power, even if he had never had much temper, he couldn't help but be angry at the moment.

"Definitely not what you think!Dear scholar Emma, I took a shortcut when you saw that you were a little unbearable to stand those dirty streets, you see, the Sinwasa Guild is ahead!" Aksu explained in a panic.

Heras removed his hand from the druid's head and neck, he had just cast a consciousness detection spell on the elf, and found that he was telling the truth, otherwise Aksu's tiger head would have rolled to the ground by this moment.

Not long after they left, the sound of crackling and fighting began to be heard in Nock's room, accompanied by various explosions, and the people of all races who took advantage of the fire to rob could no longer contain the greed in their hearts. It seems that as long as the power is lost in this city, the outcome is generally not very optimistic

The windowsill opposite Nock was pushed open by a miserable white hand, and the two figures shrouded in black robes watched quietly at the bloody scene in the opposite room. One of the black-robed men had a shriveled face and only a layer of gray dead skin, and his empty eyes burned with a faint blue soul fire. The other could not see her face clearly, and could only tell from her chest that she was a woman, and her face was covered by some miserable white smoke twisted in her hood, and countless souls seemed to be wailing and screaming in the billowing white smoke.

"Edwin, this orc corpse is mine," the black-robed man with soul-burning eyes said hoarsely, his voice making it feel like his throat had hardened into cured jerky, "I urgently need powerful fresh flesh to replenish my brain!

"Whatever you want, Rotande, you should have died a long time ago, I'd rather die than be a lich with low intelligence, and I'm more interested in that Emma. The other said with a rustle of voices like two rough thigh bones rubbing against each other, and the smoke from her face's distortion as she spoke rolled rapidly with her breathing, and the smoke that escaped sounded like burnt corpses.

"You're getting better and better Edwin, I'll let you enjoy it later if you need it. Rotander gasped, intoxicated, and as he said he rubbed his two finger bones, which were only covered in a layer of withered skin, as if to show off some function that he had long since lost.

"Of course I need your sharp nails to keep me," Edwin said with a 'coquettish smile', his tone changing to look like two pieces of cartilage rubbing

Aksu jumped lightly onto a lawn, where there was no stench of the streets, but a faint scent of wildflowers, and a large artificially planted green space in the surrounding clutter of stone buildings, in the green space there was a clear artificial lake, in the center of the lake stood an elf-style building, the façade was depicted with hollow patterns, the pillars of the building were thick trunks covered with green leaves, at the top was a spacious terrace covered with some bark tiles, and the wooden staircase seemed to grow directly from the trunk of the tree that supported the building, and was woven from rattan into a series of truncated steps with flared petals。

"Aksu?!, you let a human ride you!" Heras had just stepped off the druid's back when a crisp voice shrieked with disbelief in anger.

"Oh, dear Palina, if it weren't for this esteemed Emma scholar who saved me, you probably wouldn't have seen your lover again, and I don't think it's too much to let this gentleman ride it. Aksu quibbled with a slick voice, trying to cover up his flattery.

"But you've never let me ride!" said Parina angrily, and without waiting for her lover to protest, she straddled Aksu's back heavily, and her slender hands gracefully tugged at her lover's ears, "Run for me!

Heras looked at this speechless scene, and somehow took the initiative to say: "It was indeed I who saved him, he was being chased by trolls at that time, and he was dying." ”

Hearing this, Palina's hand holding her lover's ear stiffened, "The King of the Eternal Night is on Aksu, did you really take that mission?"

"I just want to untie the confines of the meditation space," Aksu turned his head and licked the female elf's hand with his tongue, soothed her a few times, and continued, "You know, Palina, I don't want to be a second-level druid for the rest of my life. ”

Parina wept silently and kept scratching the druid's ears with both hands.

"Alright, come down, I'm going to take this honored guest Emma to the President. Aksu said softly.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Parina did not react, but hugged his neck tightly from behind, Aksu had no choice but to say to Heras, "Then go like this, you don't mind, respected scholar Emma." ”

"Don't mind. Heras said with a blank face, thinking of his wife in the Federation again, and wondering if she would be able to bear the news of his death

Aksu got up slowly, as if he was afraid that the female elf would fall, and then he carried his lover in front of him to lead the way for Heras

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