“...... The dragons' rule of more than 4,000 years has left the mainland with more than just misery and hatred. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 For example, the monetary system, the trade system, the legal officer system, mechanical engineering, and the rudiments of various ethnic cultures were all born in the Age of the Dragon, and the most far-reaching influence of the Dragon Age on the continent of Kemorrah was the magical civilization. —From "The Descendants of Gwyndlin," Hettrocher K. Greger

The night in Azonica began with the lights and when the sun began to set and the heat gradually dissipated, the cold that is characteristic of the desert night slowly set in, and the dwarf wizards of Azonica and those who were employed by the cooperative merchants began to light lampposts one by one, allowing these bright magical light sources to replace the light lost after the sun went down. When the sun had completely set and the moon belonging to Sherina or Luminas had risen, the shamans or apprentice shamans of the academy had gathered at the altar in the center of Azonica to begin their daily blessing rituals to ensure the stable operation of the wall of wind that protected Azonica from the Middle Way and the trade route connecting the Middle Way to the Southern Forest.

When Haredik arrived in Azonica, it was time for the students to return to the academy or take to the streets to preach after their daily blessing rituals. He threw a copper to the truck driver who had caught a ride on the road during the day, and then quickly turned over and got out of the cart, and the old horse took it with him and took it towards the center of Azonica, and the driver took the copper coin, wiped it, put it in his money bag, and raised his whip and drove towards the warehouse area in the opposite direction. For cities built in the desert, the day really begins at nightfall, especially in a metropolis like Azonica.

A grey elf handyman running past Hareddick with a barefoot hugging package, and a flattering dwarf merchant is selling "fashion" to a group of naïve and curious primordial elves from the Southern Forest who have been in the warehouse for an unknown number of years. At the corner of the street, several gray elves with daggers and swords at their waists sat or stood looking at the pedestrians in the street with unkind faces, and in the open-air tavern beside them, several drunken dwarves scuffled with several equally drunk orcs, and the passing Azonica orc guards did not stop at all, but made bets with the halflings watching the play, and in the tavern, several humans dressed in the aristocratic costumes of the Southern Forest, as if afraid of harming the fish pond, hurriedly fled with a few coppers, and another human sitting in the corner of the tavern like a bard picked up the luther and sang"Bryce and the Seventeen Giants" is a song in which some gray elves and human dancers dance merrily to the bard's singing and fighting.

Hareddick casually knocked away a few halflings, a gray elf pickpocket, and a few street prostitutes who came forward to sell themselves, and walked towards Azonica's main town. Although Azonica did not offer a bounty on the Drow elves and nominally forbade murder, Hareddic covered his body with a newly purchased cloak for his own safety, covered his face with a wide felt hat, and wore a mask that only exposed his eyes and nostrils to hide his dark face. He didn't want to be stabbed secretly by someone who didn't like it, the dwarfs and orcs would be held accountable, the death of the primordial elves was not wanted to be seen by anyone, someone would take care of the dead halflings and dwarves, maybe someone would take care of the dead gray elves or humans, but a drow who was strewn in the streets? Maybe he could only let Azonica's tavern celebrate for more than ten minutes.

At this moment, a sudden earth-shattering drum beat pierced the noisy night sky of Azonica, and the crowd in the street began to stir, and the orcs ran towards the central long street as if they had heard the call, and even the orcs who had just beaten in the tavern stopped one after another, ignoring the dwarf drunks who were still entangled in their bodies. The other races were also attracted by the drums and ran with the orcs to see what was going on. Azonica's poorly planned streets were immediately congested, and Haredith was so crowded that he could not move forward, so he had to follow them to the side of the long street in the center. ...,

Hareddick looked up and saw that surrounded by the crowd on the side of the long street was an orc force similar to the one he had encountered this morning, the tall corpse broker pulling an orc caravan slowly forward, and two pairs of bloody dragoons lined up in four neat lines in front of and behind the caravan to escort them. A large drum was erected on the back of the corpse hunter, and was struck by a naked orc drummer.

“kari?? ！kari?? (Orc language: long live)" The orcs on the side of the street suddenly cheered, and I don't know who took the lead, and the orcs began to sing their ancient and heroic war songs to the sound of drums.

"The ants in the burrow raised their swords;

The prostrate slave overthrew his master's throne;

On the scorching earth where the stench of sulfur rises

The warriors drew their bows and plunged their arrows into the demon's body

Raise a glass to the heroes who died in battle

The fall of one star is the rise of another

Dance and sing to the splatters of blood

Where the blood of the beasts drowns is also the land conquered by the blades of the beasts.

In search of fleeting glory

Hunting for glory that will never be extinguished

This is our home

We will use the heads and souls of our enemies to cleanse her of any desecration."

Hareddic wasn't moved by the excitement of the orcs, but was thinking about what the hell was going to do with this group of orcs, and he regretted a little that he hadn't agreed to the great shaman's invitation in the morning, otherwise he would have figured out what the orcs were doing.

"Are you going to attack the Middle Avenue? these stinky guys can't be so crazy, are they?" Hareddik muttered to himself.

"Middle Avenue? Hey, these rotten nostrils are stupid, but they're not crazy. A shrill voice came from above Haredith, and he looked up at a halfling man with a bottle of wine sitting in the window of a house on the street and said to himself.

"So it looks like you know where they're going?" asked Haredith.

The halfling lifted the bottle and took a sip, burped loudly and shook his hairy legs and said, "You haven't been in Azonica lately?"

"Just came back today. ”

"Oh, what about Juneteenth? you know?"

"I've won quite a bit. ”

"Shhhh

Juneteenth is one of the more important annual festivals of the Orcs of Azonica, and throughout the month of June, orc warriors from Azonica and the surrounding Orc Fortress compete with each other to pay homage to their ancestors. This was a relatively important and sacred festival and ritual for the orcs, while the other non-orc races of Azonica completely ignored this and used the orcs to gamble their honor and lives as a dirty gamble, which made the orcs extremely angry and caused several fierce conflicts between the Orcs and non-Orcs of Azonica. On Juneteenth, Haleidick happened to be in Azonica, and he and several brokers and bookmakers presided over several gambling fights and made a lot of money.

"Ahem!ahem!" The halfling cleared his throat and looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention to the conversation just now, before continuing: "Since you're here in June, you also know that Rognolopo guy has won again, this bastard actually lived for five years on Juneteenth!"

"You seem to have lost a lot. Harradik sneered casually.

Hearing this, the halfling immediately burst into a scolding, and instead of the common language popular on the mainland, he used the dwarven language that he was familiar with. When the halfling had enough of scolding, he waved his hand in disgust and continued: "All in all, when that guy won his fifth title of Lord of June, all the shamans of Azonica blessed him......"

"All?!" Harradidick interrupted. ...,

"Yes, all the shamans, including the little ones who have just entered the academy. Then about half a month passed, and the Great Shaman of the Scorching Wind began to go out of the city as he did today, then the frost sand, the north wall, the thick sea, and today it was the turn of the Ooya and the deep rain...... By the way, since you only came back today, you should have met the Great Shaman of Wugu on the trade road, right?" said the halfling, turning his head to look down, the original location of Haredik had become a human nobleman desperately stretching his neck to look down the long street, and Hareddic was long gone. "What a rude guy. The halfling muttered a few words of dissatisfaction, then turned his attention back to the mighty line of the long street.

Hareddick pushed through the crowd and walked through the cracks in the crowd towards the sparse crowd, thinking about the information he had just gotten. Rognolopo's succession, the blessings of the shamans, the collective outings of the great shamans, and the direction of the convoy. "These stinky guys really want to attack the Middle Highway......" Hareddick thought to himself.

Hareddick, who was already away from the crowd, put his hand in his pocket, and just as he was talking to the halfling, a 4 or 5-year-old child squeezed up to him, slipped a note into his pocket, and ran away. Although Haredith didn't know who the kid was, he probably guessed that he was the instructor. When he opened the note, sure enough, there was a scrawled "j" in a pen on it. Haredith stopped and frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he crumpled the note into a ball and threw it away, changing direction and walking towards the underground area.

Azonica is a city built on a mine, with an underground area about twice the size of the open area in the open air, protected from the scorching sun. The underground area of Azonica is made up of dwarven pit tunnels and underground caverns, large and small. After the orcs took over the city, they re-excavated and re-excavated abandoned or collapsed tunnels and caverns. The excavated caverns were converted into underground settlements or living quarters, while the unexplored caverns were continued by orc coolies or alien slaves from all over the country who had been captured by the orcs.

Stepping into the underground area, the cold and dampness that is characteristic of the underground, Hareddik tightened his cloak and continued to walk forward. Unlike the bustling open-air districts, Azonica's underground areas have always been inhabited by poor aliens or emaciated orcs. Humans and grey elves in thin clothes sat around a small fire to keep warm, trying to absorb as much heat as possible from the thin flames to resist the cold desert nights. A few dwarves and halflings drinking inferior ale staggered slowly through the narrow mine tunnels, shoulder to shoulder. Humans, orcs, or grey elf coolies could be seen lying on the ground all over the tunnels, and no one could tell whether they were dead or alive from exhaustion or starvation.

Following the rough signboard on the fork in the tunnel, Hareddick came to a cavern called Warencha, which was originally a large Udyue Mine that was later remodeled by the orcs to become the largest gathering place in the Azonica Underground. Hareddik quickly avoided the unknown composition of sewage on the ground, and the drunks who bumped into the road, and turned a few more streets before reaching his destination.

Like many buildings in the Undergrounds, most of the Jenna Club entities were hidden in caves behind the rock walls, and all that was exposed was a dilapidated and rusty gate, which Harleydick looked up at the huge sign on which the wizards had shimmered and smiled, and walked inside. At this time, the two strong orc men guarding the door stopped him, looked him up and down, and said, "You know the rules, right? ”

Hareddick took out a 50-d'err silver coin and gave it to the gatekeeper, and the orc guard took it and looked at it carefully, and then turned it hard with his hand to confirm the authenticity and returned the silver coin to Hareddic, saying, "Go in, remember not to make trouble, if you don't have an acquaintance, you can try Cindy." Haredith flicked the gold coin into the sky with his fingers, caught it, and strode into the store.