Roshyank The Devil found this hole at the edge of the Dark Abyss. It was a regular hexagonal shape, and the surrounding soil had dried up as if it had been compressed to a certain extent. This meant that the object buried here was very hard.

It was about the size of a person's palm, and the size was very similar to a badge. But when Roschinke put his hand into the hole, he found that the hole was quite deep. His index finger could touch it completely. So it did not look like a badge, but more like a box.

It had been a long time.

The wall of the passage of the Dark Abyss was originally smooth, but after years of erosion and accumulation of mud and filth, it had become bumpy. This was not something that could be done in just two years.

After all, the Dark Abyss connected the hell and the human world. It was even stronger than the walls of the Imperial Palace of Jinqi Empire. Therefore, it would take at least a few decades to remove the shallowest layer of rock on the wall. The hole where the "box" was once inlaid in had already been gnawed and full of holes.

It would take at least a few thousand years.

The question was, what exactly was this thing?

What kind of thing was it? How could it quietly land here, embed itself in, and disappear without a sound?

Of course, it was very likely that it was an ordinary stone, or something like the core of a magical beast. It fell here a long, long time ago. In the end, it might have been compressed or broken. Finally, it merged with the Dark Abyss, leaving only a hole that could only prove its existence.

Such a thing could have happened, but the Dreadlord checked the other parts of the Dark Abyss, shook his head and reported, "No problem found." After that, Roshyank The Devil could no longer treat this hole as normal.

He thought for a moment and simply dug out this small piece of the wall. That way, he could dig out this inexplicable "hole" and take it back to slowly study it.

As he dug, he thought, "Ah, I'm actually considered a triple light, right?"

The Lord Of The Deep was staring at an Orc Mercenary Commander that the Golden Banner had just found. He was commanding his men to attack the Orc Mercenary Commander's rear. Although he could join the battle himself, he would still let his underlings do the work. While he was thinking, he felt something touching the back of his neck. After a few minutes, he felt a sharp pain as if he had been bitten by an insect.

"…" Clearly, this wasn't because they were attacked by enemies, but … what the f * ck did they do to the Dark Abyss!?

Was there an end to this?

Can't you consider that I'm at the front line!!!

…

The battle between the demons and the other races could be considered to be in the northeast of the Snow Blade Kingdom. Most of the people on the battlefield were indeed soldiers of the Snow Blade Kingdom. But apart from them, there were also reinforcements from the Golden Banner, as well as some mercenaries from the Beastmen, Lesser Elves, and Dwarves.

The Goblins were the technicians. They were short, ugly, and had almost no combat ability. Their voices were also hoarse, sharp, and unpleasant. But these little ugly guys were born with good craftsmanship.

In terms of fighting, no one thought highly of the Goblins. In the bards' poems, the Goblins were always greedy and short-sighted. They had no sense of responsibility or courage. They would even abandon their own people for money. So now, they no longer had their own race and had become the vassals of others. This was their fate.

But in terms of craftsmanship, no one could say that the Goblins were bad.

The Dwarves were good at forging. This was known to all.

The Goblins were good at all kinds of small crafts and manufacturing. This was also known to all children on Fidelinopolis.

From tanning leather armor to repairing equipment, from drawing runes to making potions, to machinery and construction … the Goblins were the best. They were natural workers.

Of course, people also said that the Goblins could only be workers because they had no creativity.

This was a stereotype. Fidelinopolis had been going on for hundreds of millions of years, and the war had never subsided. So almost all races were used to defining other races in terms of war, and almost all races looked down on each other.

The Northern Alliance Army was like a miniature version of the chaos of most races in the world that were not very powerful. Of course, the most powerful dragons and the high and mighty purebred elves were not among them. They did not get involved in this kind of thing, and war rarely took the initiative to look for them.

Compared to the Northern Alliance Army, which was the focus of attention, the free cities and city-states to the south of the Golden Banner were almost ignored.

Most of these small cities were very rich because merchants had to pass through here. But their military forces were weak, at least compared to the huge Golden Banner, so they could not do anything.

For example, Mundama City. In the past few years, the most thing it had done was to ask the emperor of the Golden Banner for a tax reduction, but … it had not succeeded.

It needed the protection of the Golden Banner.

Although its status as a city lord was comparable to that of a king, and it was "independent and free" in name, this world was not a children's fairytale. Theoretical things were almost useless.

The people of Mundama City were in a state of panic.

It was said that the city lord could not even sleep at night. Every day, the most private thing he said in private was that "the emperor of the Golden Banner only collects taxes and does not provide aid". But the person who spread this rumor could not explain it clearly. Since it was "privately said in private", how could it be heard and spread?

Of course, the city lord still looked very relaxed. He always looked like he had a card up his sleeve and did not care about the plight of Mundama City.

This did give the civilians a little bit of hope.

"Shh, have you forgotten?

There was a flood twenty years ago, and it did not rain for three years … Half of the people in our city starved to death!

In the end, the city lord invited a Water Grand Magus, and he made it rain for three days and three nights. Only then did the seedlings in the ground grow! "

That was what people said.

Xu Jun took Steamed Bun, held Rance's hand, and followed by Jess. The four of them (three of them were still not human) walked towards the church.

The layout of Mundama City was very similar to many cities within the Golden Banner. The military camp was set up near the two city gates, and the residential area surrounded the city. There were also medical centers and ordinary herb shops. In the central area of the city, there were large auction houses, banks, and war shops. They sold equipment and rune potions that could be used by warriors. Almost all of them were finished products.

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

It was a street away from the bank and the trading area. It was as if the sound of coins clinking against each other could not be heard. It was much more noble.

In the past, the central trading area was the busiest. Adventurers and mercenaries talked loudly here, talking about the recent missions, the price of potions, and beautiful girls. But now, no adventurers could be found here.

Only civilians wandered around the church and the city's government hall.

But they could still hear melodious singing.

"This … Do you see?

Someone is playing near the fountain in front. That's a minstrel. Usually, they tell stories in public places like this to make money. "

Xu Jun pointed at the minstrel playing the banjo in front of the fountain. He was wearing fur with a beautiful feather on his hat. It swayed slightly in the wind. It was a very flamboyant red.

"Usually, minstrel like this will tell love stories …" Xu Jun explained. Then, he got closer and heard the minstrel sing passionately as he plucked the strings. "Don't dream that God will save you, my dear brothers and sisters.

Let us hold each other's hands tightly. The city lord will lead us to victory … "

Xu Jun: "… Well, but love stories may not be as politically correct as love stories …"

Rance was still young and did not understand love stories, let alone what political correctness meant. Steamed Bun had traveled extensively with Xu Jun for a long time. He roughly knew what love was, but he did not understand politics.

Jess smiled softly. Xu Jun scratched his head. "… How much did the city lord spend on the water army? _ (: 3,∠) _"

They passed by the minstrel and walked to the door of the church. Only then did they find that civilians were gathered in the church's front hall.

Everyone came out with something in their hands, but they covered it up and did not let others see it. Seeing Xu Jun and the others dressed like adventurers, these civilians were even more vigilant. It was as if Xu Jun would rob them at any time.

Probably … Giving alms?

Walking inside, they heard a gentle and loud voice saying, "Everyone is a faithful believer of God … Piety is the best passport for all believers of God to be happy.

Please abide by the rules and receive your own medicine … That, Paul over there, you have received it for two days in a row … Each person is limited to one … "

Everyone whispered about Paul. Unconsciously, a few strong young men and women simply squeezed Paul out.

Thus, Xu Jun and the others could see a young man with a sharp mouth, thin cheeks, and two dark circles under his eyes. He tightly grasped half of the medicine and cursed, "… Damn it, what are you pretending for … Who doesn't know you still have stock …"

In the end, he still took some medicine.

And these medicines might have been given to others.

In this case, how many supplies could the church gather?

Mendama City 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 had the strength to turn the tide and save the world with a forbidden spell, nor did they have the financial resources to buy a large amount of food and medicine to become an indestructible and reliable warehouse.

The bishop of Mendama City, Carloman, was an old man with white hair and a beard. He looked very gentle. He was the one who spoke just now.

He did not have any arrogance when talking to civilians, so he could not control some people, such as Paul.

He also brought two nuns with him to help distribute the medicine. The nuns were as gentle as he was.

"Can each person only get the medicine twice?"

A little boy walked out of the crowd and tugged at Bishop Carloman's robe. "Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't know … But my grandpa is dying … He still needs to take medicine …"

Tears flowed out of the little boy's deep eye sockets. He was very thin, so thin that he did not look like a seven or eight-year-old child.

Behind him was an even thinner girl. Perhaps because of malnutrition, the little girl's hair was dry and had an unhealthy yellow color.

The little boy tugged at the bishop's robe, and the little girl tugged at the little boy's clothes. "Brother … Don't cry, I'll save the medicine for grandpa."

The author has something to say: Xu Jun's passive state has been triggered: Pity for the child.

Xu Jun would be very soft-hearted towards cute children, but towards naughty children, Xu Jun would generally feel itchy.

Tinas, the little boy who had been spanked by Xu Jun a long time ago: "… Hehe."

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