Allegri struggled to get up in a bumpy carriage. In the distance, the dwarven village in the sunlight seemed unusually peaceful, and the dwarves who saw them off at the entrance of the village had become small black dots that could not be distinguished.

The bright sun made his sour eyes sting, and he could only squint and look back, and he could still tell the hut where he had lived for nearly a month, lying quietly on the gentle hillside, kind and distant.

"Awake?" Jonah flicked his golden hair and caught up from behind, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Uh-huh......" Allegri rubbed his forehead as if it were torn, and he lay on the window, his head drooping, and there was a kind of pitiful touch.

"Yo, our Sleeping Beauty is up?" Illo, who heard the voice, also ran up a few steps, and sat down next to Allegri with a somersault, with the same strange smile on his face.

"What's wrong?" Allegri asked weakly, "where is Dios?"

"He can't stand your forbidden love, so he went to the front to explore the way. Illo put his arm around his shoulders and laughed.

"Get out!" must have been false, but Allegri was even more nervous.

"Brother, come here. At this time, Althea shouted not far away, but did not come over, with an expression of avoidance.

"Good. Jonah agreed, waving his hand and turning the horse's head.

A tall knight happened to be wrong with Jonah, and when he saw Allegri, he turned his head and smiled mysteriously,

"I usually can't see it in a robe, but I didn't know last night that Mr. Magician is in such a good figure. ”

Allegri blinked, feeling a little furious in his heart, and quickly understood.

That impulse to self-assertion can't be suppressed.

The convoy climbed over the top of the hill, and the distant village faded into view.

"Actually, it doesn't matter, you're in good shape," Illo laughed, "and besides, you did more than that stupid thing last night. ”

Allegri held a magic book in his hand and browsed absentmindedly, trying his best not to ask.

The red stone plateau at the northern foot of the Dawn Mountains is a long and narrow barren area that stretches for nearly a thousand miles. It is located in the transition zone between the Dawn Mountains and the Northern Wastelands, and is sparsely populated and scattered with many settlements of non-human races.

In such a rugged mountainous terrain, it is simply unthinkable to build wide roads. But the huge profits contained in it attracted a lot of merchants or caravans. The Dawn Mountains are insurmountable, and the northern wastelands are infested with terrifying barbarians and even orcs, which merchants cannot or dare not set foot in. For a long time, the merchants explored and communicated on the Redstone Terrace, and finally summed up a smooth trade route.

It relies on a seasonal river called the "Snow Wave River", which connects many scattered tribes of the Red Rock Plateau. Every year in the depths of winter, when the river dries up, caravans set out from the southeastern part of the Snowdon Empire, enter the Snow Wave River to reach the hinterland of the Redstone Plateau, and then disperse to their respective commercial destinations to buy local products. Later, the caravan that had completed several acquisition points set by itself returned to the Snow Wave River, and returned to the Snowton Empire before the snow melted in early summer collected into the river.

This is the ancient "Snow Wave River".

The bloodline that maintains the fate and net worth of countless businessmen.

The capital of the Snowton Empire, Vanuna.

The handsome young priest sat quietly on a chair in the palace and said nothing. He had blonde hair and a white robe, and between smiling slightly, there was a strong bookish atmosphere.

"It is said that the 'light and dark twin stars' are the best of the young people of the church, and when I see it today, it is as it is. Opposite the priest was a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, with thin eyes and a short beard, and a gentle expression, who was gently clapping his hands in praise.

"His Royal Highness the Great Prince has won the award, and the Archbishop once said that the most outstanding of our generation is the 'Demon Hunter' Silves. He lowered his head, his long pale blonde hair falling down, and it seemed to flow with a faint holy light.

"The shadow can only be hidden behind the light, and the ultimate victor will surely be you, Innedir, the 'Servant of the Light', not the bloody executioner. Jonas, the eldest prince of the Snowton Empire, laughed.

"Don't mention that," Innedil said deftly changing the subject, "the archbishop asked me to stop by and ask, I wonder how His Royal Highness Prince Ludao is doing?"

"In Snowton, the promotion of the Church of Light has been strongly resisted," Jonas was a little distressed, "and even the trials in my own domain have met with strong opposition from the knightly class. ”

"Lost lamb, unwilling to return to the arms of the Lord," Inedil said, "So, is Your Majesty the 'Storm King' willing to publicly declare that you are the first heir to the throne?"

"Father has been prevaricating, he is vacillating between me and my second brother," Jonas shook his head, "The Queen Mother is trying to convince him. ”

"The Church will put pressure on King Snowton to fulfill that secret treaty as soon as possible," Inedil said softly, "and the Church fully supports His Royal Highness the Prince's ascension to the throne." ”

"I hope so," Jonas sighed and crossed as he stood up, "Mr. Innedir, rest well, I still have some business to attend to...... My second brother ran out of the city to wander around again, as if he was near the Redstone Terrace. ”

"Yes," Innedil said, chuckling as he stood up, "and it just so happened that Silves had gone over there, too." ”

The Red Alfalfa Bazaar, located in the middle of the Xuelang River, is an important transit and supply station for caravans on their way home, and is a must for almost all those entering and leaving.

Daddy Wag's old inn, with a few new men in black. They are eccentric, secluded, and not at all like passing merchants, not even mercenaries. But Daddy Wag didn't dare to slack off, not even to inquire more.

He even told the men and other merchants in the inn not to provoke them.

It all started with the square coat of arms he caught glimpsing during a food delivery. Pitch black as the base, inlaid with silver grid pattern.

The Inquisition of the "Church of Light", the feared hunter, has such an ordinary and terrifying coat of arms, the "Bright Sky Net" that surpasses all the night.

In the room on the second floor, the gloomy and handsome young man was no longer the deferential junior on the Holy White Tower. He stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, playing with a pitch-black short knife with silver tattoos, "Demon Hunting".

The knife was two and a half feet long, with almost no curvature, and the whole body was jet black, even the blade was black, but the embossed Xuan Ao silver magic pattern still betrayed its extraordinary.

"Are the 'eyes' down?" he asked faintly.

"Yes, all over the bazaar, my lord. The black-robed man behind him bowed slightly.

"Pay attention to every magician, or magician who enters the bazaar caravan. He commanded.

"Yes, Lord Silves. ”

He waved his hand and motioned for him to go down, looking out the window at the night and the bazaar that was about to become a hunting ground, with a sparkle of excitement in his eyes, like a bloodthirsty beast before the attack,

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