"Jedlar Arrow Bamboo, a good thing, but unfortunately Master Dead Wood has not succeeded for a long time. Could this thing be left to survive in the Southern Kingdom?"

Sarayan walked in the room, bent down and picked up a piece of arrows and bamboo fragments on the ground and sighed.

"Because the area where the arrow bamboo was planted was baptized by thunderstorms by wizards, the depths of the ground contain rich thunder element energy, and failure is normal, nothing is strange."

Thorne stood behind Sarayang and said lightly.

"But we also used the thunder-summoning technique to blow up the land where the arrow bamboo planted many times, but it still didn't work." Sarayan threw away the fragments in his hand.

"If Lord Sarayan is here to discuss this topic with me, then I suggest you go to Storman Town to ask the magicians who serve the Supreme Fairy, Green King as the Sect Master.

They should know this very well and will be happy to answer your question.”

Thorne said to Sarayan seriously.

"Those guys with long horns and tails? Let's forget it, their personality is too quirky." Sarayan shook his head and laughed.

"Yeah?"

Thorne walked up to Sarayang and looked at him thoughtfully, then said, "A complete caravan from Storman Town, Lord Sarayang really thought it could be hidden from me?"

"It's worthy of being the strongest ranger in the Falls Town, so can you tell me how you discovered it?" Sarayang was stunned for a moment, and looked at Thorne unexpectedly, his eyes full of doubt.

"The old dominator, Dandal Dark Night Snake, the devourer of the world, the original derivative of the nightmare, was the devourer of the filthy image, the previewer of the end of the world. Last night, I heard hissing and the scraping of dry scales."

After Thorne finished speaking, he smiled mysteriously and stretched out his arm and pointed to the next door.

The mysterious town of Storman, most of the players who choose the Tifflin race are inaugurated magicians, and it is not a secret in the entire Emerald Field.

The gods in the world of Torrell are not the only forces operating in the kingdom. The ambitious magicians also have many sect leaders who can provide them with mysterious power.

Only a small number of people know about the sect leader of another world, the old dominators, the supreme fairies or demons whom several key figures in Storman Town believe in.

After all, this is a descendant of a group of devils. The deepest ambitions hidden in their hearts have to be careful.

"I advise you that she is the real founder of Storman Town, an indigenous resident with unfathomable strength. You must not provoke him." Sarayan's face changed and she said in a deep voice to Thorne.

"Don't worry, I still have self-knowledge. I'm just curious when your Twilight Town will have a relationship with these devil's descendants." Thorne chuckled and patted Sarayan on the shoulder.

"The cold wave is about to enter. The commercial road in Winter City has stagnated due to the full invasion of the werewolf. In order to survive, both sides will just take their needs." Sarayan sighed and said truthfully.

"They are descendants of the devil after all, you'd better be careful. Although the number of players in Storman Town dominates, the rulers are the Tifflin natives, and their voice is in their hands."

Thorne was silent for a moment, and warned Sarayan with a serious expression.

"I know all of these. In the Great Sword Scar Mountains, the war between the werewolf and the hill giant is coming to an end. No matter who fails on both sides, one of them is destined to be driven out of the mountains. I don't think we can deal with these guys, so..."

Sarayan walked to the thin window covering the morning light, stood with his hands behind his back, with a strong tone of worry.

"So you still stick to your original proposal, six towns... to establish a united front of the five town alliance?" Thorne interrupted Sarayan's words before he finished speaking, bit the ending of the last few words very hard.

"Yes, no matter what conflicts there are between the two sides, I think they should be temporarily suppressed and united to resist foreign enemies.

Only when the jade field is completely firm, will the extreme druids fear us and dare not act rashly, and we will have the opportunity to mine this rich natural resource and grow steadily.

The dawn era of the Netherel civilization in ancient times was the seven town alliance founded because seven fishing villages jointly resisted foreign enemies, creating the Nether Calendar and eventually developing into a brilliant arcane empire.

Besides, the potential of our players is not much worse than that of them. Don’t forget that the entire modern civilization is in our minds.”

Sarayan nodded solemnly, and a blueprint of longing for the future seemed to have appeared in his eyes.

"Carlos will not agree with your proposal, and the hatred between Falls and Horn Town is not so easy to resolve." A cold light flashed in Thorne's eyes, and a hint of awe in his tone.

"Okay! Lord Sarayan, put away your great idea for the time being. I think what you need to do most now is to resolve your internal contradictions first.

If you came here today to talk to me about these topics, and you have found the wrong person, you should let that guy Carlos have a headache about this topic."

Sarayan was about to speak, but was immediately interrupted by Thorne.

The Five Town Alliance is easy to say, but difficult to do. Thorne also had this stupid idea at the beginning.

Who is the leader of the alliance?

When the war begins, who is willing to take the lead in charge?

Which lords who have survived on the wasteland until now, is the fuel-efficient lamp?

Great ideal, skinny reality.

"You are like Carlos, so stubborn." Sarayan smiled bitterly and sighed helplessly and then continued: "My purpose of coming here today is mainly for the zombies in the Moonlight Woodland."

"Your Twilight Town has Master Dead Tree in charge. I think I can't help much, right?" Thorne, who was standing there, looked stunned and said after thinking for a moment.

Master Dead Wood is a senior player, just like Trundell, but unlike Trundell, who is a salty fish, Master Dead Wood is a druid with a very high affinity for natural creatures.

The area you are best at is communication with animals and plants in nature, and it is easy to detect the movements of nature.

At the same time, his age at nearly ninety years old gave him a lot of modern knowledge, and played a crucial role in logistics when building Twilight Town.

"I believe you can." Sarayan turned around and walked to Thorne and said with a smile.

Then he told Thorne about the countermeasures of the tower meeting against the werewolf in the moonlight forest.

After listening to Sarayan's narrative, Thorne looked at the thin window covered by the cold morning light, pondered for a moment, and spoke slowly:

"No problem, I've taken over this task, but the reward for the task cannot be reduced."

Infiltrate into the werewolf camp and assassinate the Jeno's poisonous fangs. If there is no werewolf caster in the camp, it will not be very dangerous for him.

The reason why he did not dare to enter the werewolf camp was that he was afraid of the unknown spell casters in the camp.

Since there is no intervention from the caster, even if you encounter a high-level melee professional, if you cannot defeat it, you will still be fine to evacuate.

And most importantly, if the plan to assassinate Jeno's Ancient Fangs is successful tonight, then Twilight Town will launch a general attack on the zombies in the Moonlight Woodland early the next morning.

The werewolf was repelled, and the road leading to Iron Horse Town could naturally resume normal traffic.
Chapter completed!