Never Thought You'd Be This Kind of Hero!

The hollow found by Demon King Luoxienke on the edge of the dark abyss is a very regular hexagonal shape, and the surrounding soil has dried and hardened, as if it has been backlogged to a certain extent, which shows that the objects buried here are very hard.

It was about the size of someone's palm, and the size was like a badge, but when Roshienke put his hand in, he found that the hole was quite deep, and his index finger could completely touch it, so it didn't look like a badge, but a box.

The time is also very long.The channel walls of the dark abyss were originally smooth, but after years of erosion and accumulation of silt and dirt, they have also become potholes. This is not something that has been able to be done in two years.After all, the dark abyss connects hell and the world, and its strength is stronger than the walls of the Imperial Palace of the Golden Banner, so it will take decades to grind away the shallowest layer of rock and soil on the wall, and this once There are pits and pits that have been eaten away in the hollows where the "boxes" have been inlaid.

This has to be at least a few thousand years old.

The question is, what exactly is this thing?

What is it that can fall here without a sound, get in, and disappear without a sound?

Of course, it is also very possible that this is an ordinary stone, or something like the core of a magic beast. It fell here a long, long time ago, and it may have been backlogged or shattered in the end, and finally merged with the dark The abyss merged into one, leaving a void that only proved his presence.

Such a thing may indeed happen, but the Lord of Dread checked the other places in the Dark Abyss, shook his head and came up to report: "No problem was found."

He thought about it, and if he just dug out this small piece of the wall, he would be able to dig out this inexplicable "hole" and take it back to study slowly.

While digging out, I was thinking, ah, this is actually Sanguang, right?

The Lord of the Abyss is staring at the leader of an orc mercenary that the Golden Banner Empire has just found, and directing his subordinates to attack its rear—although he can also play himself, but of course let the younger brother do what he can do... While thinking this way, I felt as if something had touched the back of my neck, and after a few minutes, there was a severe pain, as if I had been bitten by a bug.

"..." Obviously, this is not because of being attacked by foreign enemies, but... what the hell did they do to the dark abyss!

It's not over yet!

Can you consider that I am on the front line! ! !

……

The battlefield of demons and other races can be regarded as in the northeast of Xueren Kingdom. Most of the people on the battlefield are indeed soldiers of Xueren Kingdom, but besides them, there are reinforcements from the Golden Banner Empire and some mercenaries from For orcs, sub-elves, dwarves, etc.

The goblins shuttled among them as technicians. They were short and ugly, had almost no fighting power, and their voices were hoarse and sharp, but these little clowns were born with good skills.No one can look up to goblins in battle. In the poetry of bards, goblins are always greedy and short-sighted. They have no sense of responsibility and courage. Vassal, such is their fate.

But in terms of craftsmanship, no one can say that goblins are poor.Dwarves are known to be good at blacksmithing.Goblins are good at all kinds of small handicrafts and manufacturing, which is also known to children on the mainland of God's family.From tanning leather armor to repairing equipment, from drawing inscriptions to making potions, to machinery and construction... Goblins are first-class, they are born workers.

Of course, people say that goblins can only be workers because they have no creativity.

This is a kind of stereotyped thinking. After hundreds of millions of years in the Divine Blessed Continent, wars have never subsided, so almost all races are used to using war thinking to define other races, and almost all races look down on each other.

The Northern Alliance Army is like a microcosm, a microcosm of the chaos of most of the world's not powerful races. Of course, the most powerful dragons and pure-bred elves are not among them. They don't get involved in such things, and wars are very Seldom will take the initiative to find them.

Compared with the high-profile northern coalition forces, some free cities and city-states south of the Golden Banner Empire are almost unmanaged.Most of these small cities are very rich, because all businessmen who come and go pass through here, but their military strength is weak, at least compared with the huge Golden Banner Empire, so they can't make any tricks.

For example, in the city of Montamar, the most they have done in the past few years is to fight for tax cuts with the emperor of the Golden Banner Empire, but... it has not been successful.

It needs the blessing of the Golden Banner Empire.

Although its status as a city lord is comparable to that of a king, and it is "independent and free" in terms of name, this world is not like a fairy tale book read by children, and theoretical things have almost no practicality.

The people of Montamar were in a state of panic.

It is said that the city lord can't sleep in the middle of the night now, and the most common thing that no one talks about in private every day is "the emperor of Jinqi only collects taxes and does not support"-but the person who said this rumor has no way to explain clearly, since it is "in private No one said it”, how could it be heard by others and spread?

Of course, the city lord still looks very relaxed to the outside world. He always seems to have a plan in his mind, and he doesn't take the plight of Montama City into his eyes.

This did give the civilians a little hope.

"Shh, have you forgotten? There was a great famine 20 years ago, and it didn't rain for three consecutive years... Half of the people in our city starved to death! Finally, the city lord invited a water-type demon Master Tutor, he made us rain for three days and three nights, and the seedlings in the field grew up!"

That's what people say.

Xu Jun took the steamed bun, led Lance, followed by Jess, and a group of four (there were still three who were not human) walked to the church.The planning of Mundama City is very similar to that of many cities within the Golden Banner Empire. Military camps are set up near the two city gates, and the residential area is surrounded by a circle. Medical centers and ordinary herbal medicine shops are also here. , In the central area of ​​the city, there are large auction houses, banks, and war stores, which sell equipment, runes, potions, etc. that can be used by warriors, almost all of which are finished products.

The city lord's mansion, the city government hall, and the church church are also in the center.

It is a street away from the bank and the trade area, as if this way you can not hear the sound of coins slamming, it seems a lot more noble.

In the past, the Central Trade Zone was the busiest area, where adventurers and mercenaries chattered loudly, talking about recent missions, potion prices, and beautiful girls, etc., but now there are no adventurers here.Only civilians loitered at the gates of churches and city halls.

But the melodious singing can still be heard.

"So... see? There is someone playing near the fountain in front, that is a troubadour, who usually tell stories in these public places to make money." Xu Jun pointed to the poet playing the banjo in front of the fountain. The hat is covered with fur, and a beautiful feather is pinned to the top of the hat. It shakes slightly in the wind, and it is a very flamboyant red.

"Usually such troubadours will tell love stories..." Xu Junjie said, and when he got closer, he heard the troubadour singing loudly while plucking the strings impassionedly: "Don't think that God will save you, I Dear brothers and sisters. Let us hold each other's hands tightly, and the Lord City Master will lead us to victory..."

Xu Jun: "...Well, but the love story may not be as politically correct..."

Lance is still young, and he doesn't understand love stories, let alone what political correctness means. Mantou has been traveling with Xu Jun for a long time, so he probably knows what love is, but he doesn't understand the word politics.

Jess smiled lightly, Xu Jun scratched his head: "...how much money did the city lord spend to buy the navy _(:зゝ∠)_"

They passed by the troubadours and walked to the door of the church, only to find that the civilians were all gathered in the front hall of the church.Everyone was holding something when they came out of it, but they covered it up so that no one could see it. Seeing Xu Jun and his party dressed as adventurers, these civilians were very vigilant, as if Xu Jun would come at any time. It's like violently robbing them.

Probably...is giving?

Walking inside, I heard a gentle and loud voice speaking: "Everyone is a faithful believer of God... Piety is the best pass, so that all people who believe in God can get happiness. Please abide by the rules and get your own One piece of medicine... Well, Paul over there, you have been receiving it for two consecutive days... Each person can only receive one..."

Everyone was whispering, saying that Paul was unconscious, and some young men and women who were fairly strong simply pushed him out.

As a result, Xu Jun and others could see a young man with a thin mouth and two dark circles around his eyes, holding on to half of the medicine, cursing: "...Damn it, what are you pretending... Who doesn't know you still have medicine?" stock……"

After all, let him take some medicine.

And those drugs could have been given to other people.

In this case, how much supplies can even the church gather?The city of Montama was usually rich, but most of the church's income was handed over to their superiors, so when a disaster really came, the bishop of the branch church could only help with disaster relief.They neither have the strength to turn the tide and cast a forbidden spell to save the world, nor do they have the financial resources to purchase a large amount of food and medicine to become an indestructible and reliable warehouse.

Carloman, the bishop of Montama City, is an old man with white hair and beard, with a gentle appearance, and he was the one who was speaking just now.He didn't have any airs when talking to ordinary people, so he couldn't calm down some people, such as Paul just now.

He also brought along two nuns to help distribute the medicine, and the nuns were as gentle as he was.

"Can each person only receive the medicine twice?" A little boy walked out of the crowd and pulled Bishop Carloman's robe: "Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't know before...but my grandpa is dying soon... He still needs to take medicine..."

Tears flowed from the sunken eye sockets of the little boy. He was very thin, not as thin as a child of seven or eight years old.

Behind him was a thinner girl, probably due to malnutrition. The little girl's hair was dull and unhealthy yellow.The little boy pulled the bishop's robe, and the little girl pulled the hem of the boy's clothes: "Brother... don't cry, I will save the medicine for grandpa."

The author has something to say: Xu Jun's passive state is triggered: I feel sorry for the child.

For cute children, Xu Jun will be very soft-hearted, but for bear children, Xu Jun usually has itchy hands.

Tina, the little sand leopard boy who was spanked by Xu Jun a long time ago: "...haha."