Horn put away the map and tucked it into his arms. When he heard the name of a place, he couldn't help but howl, "What? Wailing Mountains? You mean the famous dangerous place on the continent, the Wailing Mountains full of spatial cracks......" Horn jumped with a blue face.

Located in the middle of the continent of Cchensers, the Wailing Mountains are located at the intersection of the three major human empires, the Sunderland Empire, the Andrew Empire, and the Thatch Empire. Even the elves, known as the children of the forest, can't gain a foothold in it, the most important thing is that it is full of tiny spatial cracks, which are difficult to see with the naked eye, and if you are not careful, you will die. It can be said to be a paradise and a cemetery for adventurers. So far, the places that humans have discovered are all on the edges, and it is not known what is going on inside the mountains, but one thing is clear, the closer you get inside, the more dangerous it is.

Mkilag sneered, "Yes, that place is a bit dangerous. And according to the documents I found, that magic tower is hidden in a secret realm, its location is erratic, and there are many magic arrays around it......"

The more Horn listened, the worse his face became, people who went to a place like that were no longer nine deaths and one life, they were not dead at all, if he hadn't sworn a poisonous oath, he would simply wait here for death, anyway, both of them were dead, there was no difference.

Impatient to listen to Mkilag's explanation, Horn waved his hand weakly and said, "Anyway, there is a map, I'll find it myself." Now it's all about how you're going to help me get out. ”

"I have a pill that can put people into a state of suspended animation, without breathing, without a pulse, almost like a dead person, and this state can last for about twelve hours. After this time, you will wake up. As long as you eat it, they think you're dead and they're going to drag you out and bury you, and then you're crawling out. Mkirag carefully pulled out a small black pill from his bosom, the texture of which was similar to the dirt rubbed out of his body.

Horn looked at the little pill and asked suspiciously, "Is it really okay?"

"Just try it and you'll know, it's death left and right, what are you afraid of. Mkirag said with a sneer.

Horn swallowed the small pill with a feeling of nausea.

At first, I didn't feel anything, but after a while, a fire seemed to rise in my stomach, and a strong and intense pain hit the nerves in my brain.

"Boom" Horn's eyes went dark, and the whole person lost consciousness.

Horn lay upright on the ground, his body functioning as time passed, no different from a corpse.

About two hours later, the cell door opened again, and the man in red and the big man walked in. When they saw Horn, who looked like a corpse, their faces changed. As soon as Horn died, the confession was gone, so there was no way to give an account to Duke Heigo, and when they thought of the duke's anger, the two of them were in a gloomy mood, so they had to drag Horn out of the dungeon, find a remote corner, and bury the matter hastily.

Brilliant stars studded the black night sky, and long silver rivers headed into the endless void. In a sparse woods on the outskirts of the city, birds and insects compete and mingle. The grass that has just sprouted green buds swayed in the slight night breeze.

At this time, a slightly raised mound of earth. The new soil on the mound kept surging, and with a "bang", a pale hand emerged from the mound.

Immediately afterwards, the mound became larger and larger. "Boom" dust flew, and a black shadow rose from the soil. I saw that the black shadow kept moving his hands, and after pushing the potatoes away, he slowly stood up.

This dark shadow is Horn, and Mkirag's little pill really works. It was midnight at this time, and in addition to the remoteness of this location, no one noticed such a big movement.

"Whew" Horn exhaled deeply, and the night breeze with a slight floral fragrance made Horn feel like he was reincarnated.

After cleaning the dirt off your body, you can look around, this place is not far from Belgrade, and you can still see the majestic city walls in the distance.

"What now?" thought to the question.

Horn was now eager to go back to the inn where he was staying and get some good sleep, and then go to the Imperial Court of Nobles to accuse Duke Haig of the crime of having arrested him for no reason. But reason tells sù that this is self-defeating. Duke Haig's power is even under the accusation of the noble court, and to accuse it is tantamount to a sheep's mouth. And does anyone believe what he says? No one wants to offend Duke Haig for the sake of a small country nobleman. There is no way to go back home, and if Haig finds out that he is not dead, he may lead the water to the house. For now, I can only stay away from the imperial capital and find a place to hide.

Thinking of this, a wave of hatred burned in Horn's chest. I hate Duke Haig for bullying the weak, and I hate myself even more for my strength, if it is a big nobleman in his imperial capital, or a high-level martial artist, or a mysterious magician, Haig will not touch himself. But every qiē is if, never at that moment, as in the present moment, so eager for power. Because of the lack of power, the long-awaited knighthood and the life of the nobility completely came to naught.

After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly felt a sharp pain somewhere in his body, that is, the mark of the poisonous oath was already working, which was to remind him that if he didn't fulfill the agreement quickly, then he might die next time. Horn hurriedly reached out and took out the map, which was made of sheepskin and rolled up in a ball. With a flick, the map stretches out.

The map is rough and the lines are all drawn with charcoal. However, some of the place names and details are clearly marked.

This map was drawn by Mkirag himself from memory in prison, and it is not easy to see clearly.

By starlight, Horn looked at the map, figuring out how to get there. Suddenly, I found a small line written in the corner of the map: "Twenty kilometers west of Belgrade, outside the town of Bir, there is a small dirt slope, and another tree on the dirt slope, and under the tree is buried some gold coins that I used to hide, which is my reward for helping me - Mkilag."

Horn's face was complicated, and he wouldn't have taken these stolen goods at all. But now that he is penniless, he does not dare to go back to get the money. The Wailing Mountains are at least half an empire away from here, and money is needed to eat and drink along the way. If you don't take it now, you can't do it.

Raising his head, he made his way down, and hobbled towards the west.

Along the way, Horn looked for some remote paths. When passing by an abandoned farmhouse, he found a piece of clothing that was still in good condition and replaced it with the one that had long been broken. Because the injuries on his body were not suitable for strenuous activities, he hid here for almost a month, and waited until the injuries were almost healed before leaving and walking towards the town of Bill.

The twenty-kilometre journey took a day to reach the town of Bill.

Originally, he thought that the location where Mkirag wrote it was difficult to find, but Horn immediately realized that he was wrong. The town of Biel is located on a plain, and there is only a solitary dirt slope outside the town, and there is no vegetation on the dirt slope, the only conspicuous thing is that it stands on the top of the dirt slope.

It was afternoon, the scorching sun was in the sky, Horn thought about it, and decided to dig at night, now is the time when the crowd is active, and the location is so conspicuous.

There was still a long time left in the evening, and there was something to do, and Horn decided to go into town.

The town is not big, standing at the corner of the street, all the buildings can be seen at a glance.

Most of the buildings are made of wood, and the logs are cut apart, erected directly, and then nailed horizontally with some planks to make the walls. A pillar is erected at the four corners, and a tripod is built on it. Some of the houses still have wooden roofs made of planks, and they almost just use Wei straw to cover them, and the walls are covered with mud, and a house is fine.

Those who had money were basically made of stone walls, the upper supports were connected with a whole log of mortise and tenon structure, and the roof was covered with tiles. Compared with those luxurious manor villas in the imperial capital, it is similar to a pigsty. Fortunately, it is sturdy enough, and this kind of small place is of this level.

In the center of the town is a communal well, with a reel on it, the edge of the wellhead is covered with moss, and the edge of the well made of bluestone has been polished smooth and translucent in long-term use.

To the left of the well is a training field. The continent of Czesers has been in constant war for a long time, and basically every empire requires the establishment of training centers in the places where residents live, so that some retired soldiers can act as instructors and train school-age children, it can be said that the enlightenment training of human warriors on the continent comes out of these training places, of course, this can only do some primary training, and at the high point they all go to those specialized academies to receive training.

Around the well is a small bazaar, with all kinds of vendors selling their own stalls.

Suddenly, dozens of voices rang out in the crowd, "We praise you, great and heroic god of war Marquez!" A group of young men in leather armor and short swords shouted in unison, and the momentum was very powerful. Runners, and a few believers next to them are constantly exhorting the people around them to believe in the god of war.

There are many gods and spirits on the whole continent, the god of war, the goddess of life, the goddess of the earth, the god of the sky, the god of springs, the god of darkness, the god of the mountains, etc., each god has its own specialized field, corresponding to many professions on the continent also believe in the gods of the specialized field according to the characteristics. For example, warriors generally believe in the god of war, because he is a god in the field of full-time combat, which can increase combat effectiveness, courage, morale, etc., for some believers. And the goddess of life is also believed by many people, and this goddess gives believers healing, reducing damage, and so on. Merchants worship the god of commerce, and the realm of this god is luck, calculation, and language. These divine abilities vary. There are even people who believe in the devil and the devil.

The group of believers persuaded from all sides, and Horn avoided the group of believers and found a tavern not far away. With a move in his heart, he walked towards the tavern.

The easiest place to get information on the continent of Cynthers is the tavern, where all kinds of people gather, from high-ranking officials and nobles to ordinary people, use the tavern as a way to spend their lives. Of course, there are also high and low taverns, those who have money go to high-end taverns to enjoy fine wine and food, and those who have no money go to low-end to drink a glass of Kan Dashan in the south and north.

This kind of small-town nature tavern is not very good. A wine glass was drawn on a wooden board, and it became a signboard. A coarse cloth that had never been washed hung down and served as a gate.

When the curtain was opened, a strange smell came to my nose, mixed with the smell of alcohol, foot odor, and body odor. Horn frowned and walked in anyway.