crown of stars

black iron town

The gleaming head of the Messiah emerges from the mouth of the well.

A puff of light blue smoke filled the air.

The visitor from another world jumped up while grabbing the mouth of the well, away from the smoke.He didn't understand what it was. All unusual things in the Underdark Region should be kept away. This is the most logical lesson learned from countless bloody lessons.

Something bumped into it in a panic, and Messiah avoided it quickly, and could even feel the warm skin of the other party.Suddenly losing the front support, the other party lay on the ground all of a sudden, knocking the pipe in his hand on the ground a few times, turning into a pile of wood chips.He immediately wailed, stretched out his hand and opened the cigarette holder, took out the shredded tobacco that still had some heat and put it on the end of his nose, twitching his nose violently, inhaling the pitiful little smoke.

Messiah looked down from where the sound was coming from, and there was a small humanoid creature sitting by his lap, his face full of fascination.He looked curiously at the guy who was smoking tobacco. He couldn't feel any killing intent from him, but the blow just now was indeed aimed at him.

Most likely the little thing was born with poor balance, Messiah thought.Whether it was in prison or underground, all the creatures he met were not worth all his cards, and it was normal for him to be weaker than him.

Noticing that Messiah's eyes fell on the shredded tobacco in his hand, the dwarf moved aside vigilantly, tried his best to suck up the shredded tobacco, and ran away with his hands in his pocket.

"Come here." Nigel beckoned to him, a cut wooden sign was nailed diagonally to the wall, and the name of "Black Iron Town" was carved crookedly in faded paint.

Messiah walked up to the half-elves and they opened the gate together.

The sound of people rushed to my face.

"There are more people here than Shadow Lakers." Nigel rolled his lips and walked briskly through the crowd.As the last transfer station from underground to the ground, Black Iron Town deservedly became one of the most prosperous areas.

The two threw away Zall and wandered aimlessly on the street, looking at the strange iron guys all over the floor with great enjoyment.

A huge amount of luminous crystals are inlaid on the top of the head. Unlike the common crystals underground, the gems scattered on the top of the head are as strong as sunlight, illuminating the entire city day and night.

All the roofs in Black Iron Town are covered with iron sheets, the roofs are only tilted at a slight angle, and the ridges are pointed and long, piercing towards the dome.Odd-shaped iron pipes protrude from various unexpected places, even in a large commercial town, the air here is still cool and pleasant

The shops lined up to the end of the field of vision one by one, and all kinds of creatures emerged from the doorway and merged into the flow of people.There is even a special guard team set up here, and the strong warriors roared past with enchanted weapons in their hands.No one dared to touch their bad luck on the street. The consequence of doing so was to be dragged to an underground prison, and the news of the unlucky ghosts was never heard from underground.

"Go this way, Messiah." He was fascinated by the pipes on the house, and the half-elf suddenly grabbed his hand with such force that it almost wanted to crush Messiah's bones.

Messiah looked puzzled at the half-elf who suddenly clenched his teeth and stared in a certain direction with a livid face. "If I'm not mistaken, that is the sign of that group of garbage." The half-elf took down a piece of paper. The hooked piece of cloth was torn to pieces.

"I remember here. At that time, the dealers set out from here and took us to the market to sell. There were many of them like me. I'm back now, but I don't know what happened to them in the end."

The half-elf pulled him into a path with ease, pressed a few times on a wall, and the brick that slid away returned to its original shape after they entered.

The air is not so fresh.

Messiah frowned.

A strong sense of filth pervades every corner here, and all kinds of chaotic emotions are mixed into a mess, slowly overflowing along the stairs in the corner.

"This way." The half-elf stood by the entrance of the basement, his eyes were cold and sharp, "My dear 'mother' must be so happy to see me! Do you think we should prepare a surprise for him?" What about Dali'?"

Janie sat in a large velvet chair, with a cake in one hand, looking through last year's income.Expensive incense wood was burning in the fireplace, which was so warm that the bones were soft.

The sweet taste exploded on the tip of her tongue, and Jani narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

Everything works fine, and the numbers keep going up.

Everything is normal and that is not normal.Jiani thought drowsily, and the last sliver of sanity pulled her back.

Where there is light, there is shadow, and Black Iron Town is no exception.As a large-scale distribution center for surface and underground transportation, the ground and underground produce not only minerals and food, but also one thing——

slave.

As the leading slave trader, there are naturally countless people who want to take her down from the throne, and small conflicts occur from time to time.Across a thin wall, the sudden quiet atmosphere made Jani instinctively feel bad.

Nigel bit his lip and walked down, every step was like stepping on the tip of a knife.Those memories settled deep in the soul were stirred again, and the half-elf still remembered where her dear 'mother' Janie liked to live, what clothes she wore, and what things she liked to carry with her.

The smell of cheap perfume mixed with the stench, got into the nose.

Another self is just around the corner.Greed, fear, and anger, Messiah looked at the oppressed face of the half-elf beside him, and those eyes seemed to be burning with flames, burning his enemies, including himself.

Under the stairs is another prosperous world.

Businessmen from all over the world set up all kinds of colorful sheds and built exquisite booths.A less powerful businessman piles up a few wooden boxes, and a temporary booth is ready.

Goods were put on display, but that was neither gold nor gems.

A muscular man was led to the stage with his hands bound, and his back was branded with a branding iron.A skinny old man was holding the rope to turn the big man who was four or five times stronger than him.The old linen strips are completely stripped away at this moment, just to better show the body.

A buyer wrapped in a gray cloak held his chin, lingering on every inch of his body with scrutiny.

Under another shed, the salesman stacked the stands higher with several wooden boxes.The dealer was obviously not as rich as the old man, and the sparse wooden cage was placed behind, showing a woman.

She was a half-breed with long, sharp nails, a tail flicking uneasily behind her, one hand trying to grab the fabric being dragged down by the dealer, and the other futilely covering her face.The businessman raised his whip and wanted to whip it a few times, but because he was showing off, he had to curse a few words bitterly.