The origin of the name Necronomicon Heights is too old to be known for a long time.

Some people say that it is because of the strong wind that cannot be stopped when it blows on the plateau, like the roar of countless dead spirits. Legend has it that this was once an ancient battlefield, a cursed land, where the spirits of the fallen in battle were never liberated and roamed the highlands.

Whether the legend is true or not, the name of Necronomicon Heights is truly apt. Because of the strong winds throughout the year, only mosses and lichens can grow on the plateau, except for the necromancy, the plateau is not suitable for the survival of any intelligent race, even the monsters on the plateau live mostly underground and in caves.

Although it is not suitable for life, because of the many rare ores produced in the highlands, it has also caused competition and war among the three races of humans, beasts, and dwarves. After years of war, the Terran army controlled three large mines near their side, and the orcs and dwarves each controlled two mines near their side.

In addition to these large mines controlled by the armies of various countries, there are also countless small mines scattered on the highlands. Because there is no food produced on the plateau, all the daily necessities need to be transported from outside, so sending troops to occupy and defend these mines is a bit more than worth the loss, the occupation of the army is too small and easy to be attacked, and later the three armies took the initiative to give up the right to occupy these mines.

These ownerless mines, abandoned by the royal power of various tribes, became a source of income for the large and small gangs that lived and roamed on the Necronomical Heights, and they sold the ore dug up from these mines to merchants of various tribes in exchange for gold, weapons, food, medicines, and other resources to survive on the plateau. When the kings of the clans needed a special ore, they would drive these gangs to mine in the highlands for them by slightly raising the price.

These gang forces and the royal power of each clan take what they need, and after a long time, it becomes a relationship of mutual need, but it also creates a chaotic situation in the Necromantic Heights, because no one cares about the competition and killing between these gang forces, and only obeys the law of the jungle on the plateau.

The Blood Skull Regiment is such a powerful gang, with three or four hundred subordinate members, most of whom are bandits and murderers who can't get along in the inland areas and have fled to the Necronomic Heights, and have long controlled four or five small mines that are quite prolific.

Two years ago, Blood Skeleton was just a small gang of fifty or sixty people, but two years ago a guy named Black Jackal joined and led the gang and suddenly jumped up. The leader, the black jackal, is not only strong in force, but also a rare leader among the murderers with a flexible brain and a sense of brotherhood, and has annexed and absorbed many small forces.

Arthur cut off one of the hands of one of Black Jackal's brothers this time, and the Blood Skull Regiment would naturally not die.

Arthur, who was in trouble, was walking on the plateau with difficulty against the wind, and the strong wind blew his cloak and rattled, and his hat was lifted as soon as he raised his head, revealing his chapped face and skin blown by the wind.

It was the third day that Arthur and the others had left Shiningtown, and Arthur had now finally understood the desolation and horror of the highlands, and had only seen two groups of people in three days, and had avoided them far away.

Keeping a certain distance from other creatures is the best way to save your life in the highlands, and when you have possessions, you must keep a distance between your companions, and you can't find the murderer if you are killed in the highlands.

A series of low rolling hills appeared in front of several people's eyes.

"Is it the valley of the Virgin Peak that we are looking for?" asked Arthur urgently.

The Adamantite that the dwarf Toren was looking for is said to be found in a place called the Valley of the Virgen Peak.

Toruń took out a yellowed map of animal skins from his bosom and compared it around, "Not here, there is a valley in front of us about two days away. ”

Joan, who had the worst physical strength, sat on the ground, "There are still two days to go, I can't hold on, I need to rest for a while." ”

The wind and sand on the plateau are terrible for Joan, who has a habit of cleanliness, and in order to keep his clothes clean and his skin not dry, he has been using the water mist on the enchanted gloves repeatedly along the way.

Joan, who was sitting on the ground, immediately took out a bag of water and began to pour it in large gulps.

Torun looked enviously at the ring on Joan's hand. Water is one of the most precious resources on the plateau, and no one would use it so casually as Joan. Toren felt that the few days Arthur and Joan spent with him were the most comfortable days on the plateau, and the space equipment of the two of them not only had a lot of water, but also various daily necessities such as wine, meat, tents, sleeping bags, etc.

The men rested for a while before they got up again, and they had to get to the hill ahead before dark, and look for a suitable cave or leeward place to pitch their tents for the night.

The trip to the Necronomical Heights is so boring, most of the time is in a hurry, there are no scenery and no big animals along the way.

When the men walked into the hill at dusk, a group of people happened to come from the opposite side, and both sides stopped a mile away.

There were ten men on the other side, and perhaps they felt that they had a numerical advantage, and after only a moment they began to move again, and without changing direction, they walked straight towards Arthur and them.

Arthur and the four of them stood still, but they were all ready to fight.

Getting closer, Arthur noticed that the men were all armed and dressed in different clothes, not like mercenaries, but not like bandits.

The person on the other side stopped twenty meters away from them, and a tall and thin young man stepped forward and shouted at them: "Brother opposite, we have no ill will, do you have water? ”

Neither Arthur nor the dwarf spoke.

"Don't drink your water for nothing, we pay, how about a bag of gold coins?" the expression on the young man's face was very sincere. That is, the water on the Necromantic Heights is so valuable, and a bag of oil outside costs a gold coin, and the other party did not rely on the number of people to rob it, which can be regarded as very well-behaved.

Arthur put his hands behind his back to cover up and took out a bag of water, and threw it hard at the feet of the young man opposite.

The young man stooped down and picked up the water bag and shook it, then took a gold coin from his bosom and threw it at Arthur.

"Thanks, be careful on the road, it's not been peaceful around here lately. The young man threw his fist at Arthur and arched his hand to get out of the way with his companions, motioning for Arthur to go first.

Arthur didn't say no, and walked over to them, still maintaining a distance of seven or eight meters when the two sides staggered.

When Arthur and the four men approached the middle of their group, they suddenly pounced on them without warning.

Arthur's Star Falling Sword instantly appeared in his hand, revealing a sneer, "Sure enough, it's not fucking good!"