In the early morning, mist is everywhere, and the scenery around is blurred and difficult to distinguish. As a rising sun breaks through the fog, thousands of rays of light pour down, and everything seems to be covered with colorful clothes.

The trade road outside the town leading to the moonlight jungle is covered with a layer of cold crystal frost, shining in the morning glow, and the withered weeds swaying stiffly in the morning breeze.

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Accompanied by the sound of low horns, clusters of black shadows swarmed from all directions, and vibrant figures rushed towards the widest streets, gathering towards the north gate of Twilight Town.

The neatly dressed Twilight Town players walked against the cold wind, and their solemn and resolute faces revealed their longing for a better life.

They formed a surging crowd, and regarded it as unstoppable.

Standing on the city tower, Sarayang was wearing a silver-white full-body armor, bathed in the cold morning light, and the scarlet cloak behind him gently blew with the cold wind.

He raised his eyes to look at the undulating mountains, and looked at the thin morning mist that was floating like flowing clouds and smoke, and his lost eyes gradually regained their spirits.

Then he stretched out his arm and pointed to the distant mountains, saying to Gallard not far away:

"Did you see that Dragon Fallen Canyon? If you build a military fortress there and then be guarded by heavy troops, you can tightly guard all the intelligent races that live in the Great Sword Mark Mountains."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the soldiers gathering under the city tower, looked in the direction of the moonlight jungle and said:

"When the time comes, all the humanoid races in the Emerald Field will be cleaned up. This vast field belongs to our players' real territory."

"Then use the Dragon Fallen Canyon as a springboard to gradually devour all the forces in the Great Sword Mark Mountains and enjoy the richest areas of the Corina Peninsula, right? My old friend."

As thin streams of hot air overflowed from the gaps in the steel mask, Gallard's slightly hoarse voice sounded.

Then he walked to Sarayang and patted his shoulder with the steel gloves worn on his hands. After a clanging sound of metal friction, Garod turned around and looked towards the ruins of the far mountain town, sighed and said:

"Winter City has survived from the most chaotic and turbulent era, and has only expanded their sphere of influence by more than a hundred kilometers. With just us players from another world, we don't even have a high-end combat power, so what capital can we rely on?"

"That's because there are countless Shahua fishmen in the inner and outer seas on the north and south sides of Winter City. The Black Pearl Forest must always be wary of ambitious goblins. In the turbulent years, it has formed an endless blood feud with the King of Gnolls.

Moreover, those aristocratic groups formed by merchants after they became rich are always checking and balancing the number and expansion of their troops. Even with powerful guardians, they only live in a wizard tower and stay in the wizard tower all year round."

Sarayan paused and said, "I tried to contact the high-level leaders of Winter City, and finally found that they were just a group of descendants who enjoyed the legacy of their ancestors but were unaware of their progress, without any ambition."

"It is not a good thing to be ambitious, because it will only bring endless killing and death. To be honest, I don't agree with your initiative this time. After all, our city is high and we can be dragged until the cold wave comes."

Gallard thought about it and said solemnly.

“And then wait until the ice melts, let the large number of zombies gathered from the mountains block our doorstep?

Don't forget that our greatest threat is the Lizardmen in the bottomless swamp. When we face the dilemma of fighting on both sides, it is the moment when Twilight Town is truly approaching its demise.

So we can only choose to take the initiative and exert the momentum of Twilight Town in the Emerald Field, and completely hurt these evil races and be afraid of them.

It is impossible to draw a territory in this world without blood.

After all, I have been timid for nearly a year, and it is time to show them our strength and let these wilderness races taste the anger from another world."

Sarayan's expression became positive, and his tone suddenly became sonorous and powerful.

"I'm not a qualified lord after hearing what you said. The fall of Yuanshan Town was caused by my indecision."

Gallard pondered for a long time and said slowly, with a hint of inexplicable sadness in his tone, then he walked down the city tower with heavy steps.

"Don't worry, I will never allow the players' shelter, Twilight Town, to fall." Sarayan looked at Galord's back as he walked away and said firmly to himself.

When Sarayan was about to leave, a black shadow walked towards Sarayan at an extremely fast speed.

"Horat, if you don't stay at home and recover from your injuries, why are you here for?" Sarayan asked when he saw the figure's appearance.

"The potion prepared by Master Kurt is still very effective. With a druid's healing magic technique, I am no longer in trouble now and can participate in today's battle."

Horat patted his chest and said with a smile at Sarayan.

"Be careful next time, don't do it so randomly. You really want to kill all the people in the werewolf camp." Sarayan said slowly.

"Old friend, long time no see, and it's okay to go crazy occasionally. You can't be too depressed, otherwise you'll go crazy sooner or later. I just didn't expect to be attacked by an abyss werewolf."

Horat replied half-lying on the wall and didn't care much.

"Have all the people arrived?" Sarayan looked at him helplessly and asked.

"All have arrived, I'll wait for your order and the whole army will set off." Horat's expression was right and he said in a deep voice.

The city tower in the Twilight Town in the early morning is bathed in the gorgeous morning glow, as if it is embedded with a layer of dazzling gold edges, standing majestic under the sky, looking majestic and dazzling.

Sarayan stood on the city tower, looking down at the ready-to-go player army below, looking at the firm faces, taking a deep breath, raising his voice to his maximum voice, and said:

"We used to be a poor and homeless group of people, but we used our will and flesh to form a home of our own. Now our home is always facing the threat of alien races.

These damn guys are going to flatten all the buildings in Twilight Town, kill everyone, gnaw all the bodies, and pollute every corner of the territory, so we will never allow such a disaster to come here.

We must pick up the weapons in our hands to resist firmly, promote the dignity of our players, and in this cruel world, we must find a future that truly belongs to us.

We must always believe that even the darkest night will come to an end and will eventually usher in the dawn!"

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The hazy mist quietly left under the cold wind, revealing the towering guard post. A beautiful nightingale stood on the top of the tower, staring at every corner of Twilight Town with her lively eyes.

In the room on the top floor of the tower, the sorcerer Andrea looked at the crowded players below, searching for the familiar figure. Finally, a look of disappointment flashed in her beautiful eyes and turned around gently.

"Are you confused?" Another dark red figure on the top of the tower made a cold voice.

"I don't know very well. In this world, I suddenly can't find my own place. I don't know very well what the purpose of living here is?"

Andrea sighed and said slowly as she looked at the dark red figure.

"I used to be a lonely wanderer struggling between good and evil. I grew up in the most dilapidated place, wandering in the streets and alleys, suffering from poverty, suspicion and prejudice.

Surviving in the shadows has taught me not to fear the darkness. In this painful life, I always control my own violent tendencies and cruel nature, and the true meaning of survival supports me to survive."

The dark red figure's cold voice gently tells a seemingly inconspicuous story.

"My race is a descendant of the devil, a human with the blood of evil spirits, and a successor to the ancient hell bloodline, but we must also find our own home in this world that fears and hates us.

My belief in living is just to prove to the world that this is not our fault, it is the sin left by ancient blood, and their descendants should not be allowed to bear this pain.

They are also a group of ordinary Tifflins, just to live strong in this world. They should not always be watched and whispered, always endured violence and insults, always see distrust and fear in the eyes of others.

So I want to build a territory that belongs to our Tifflin race itself, rather than letting them wander in the most dilapidated alleyways, ruins and shadows in every corner of the continent.

Then change the world’s view of us, so that they understand that even if the bloodline is polluted, it does not mean that the soul will surrender.”

After saying the dark red figure said, she slowly lifted her dark red cloak.

Between the light purple hair, a pair of curved goat horns, a light red face, a pair of pure black eyes without pupils, and a thick tail about four feet behind him.

When Andrea looked at the other party's cold black eyes, she looked stunned, and an inexplicable palpitations seemed to look deep in her heart.

"Don't be afraid, this is our burden. Some people have broken it, some have made it a shackle, and some have been intoxicated by it." The magician Anakise pointed to his eyes and said softly.

"Let's go, confused little girl, wait until the war is over, follow me to Storman town until you find your own belief." The magician Anakise looked at Andrea and whispered.

Andrea looked at the depressed streets that looked down from the tower and the group of players moving slowly towards the moonlight jungle, and finally nodded at Anakise.

The magician Anak Is showed a smile on his light red face and gently patted Andrea's shoulder. The two of them were suddenly covered by a dark red teleportation light until they disappeared.

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In the moonlight jungle, cheerful birds chirping on the branches, graceful and charming, endless.

Chiu!

At this time, a loud eagle roar came from the sky. After hovering around in the forest, it quickly went down, and waves of birds fled in panic.

Thorne, sitting on the branches of the jungle, stretched out his arm and the fierce eagle fell obediently.

Thorne smiled and stroked the eagle's head. After looking at the vicious eagle's spiritual eyes for a moment, the vicious eagle let out a long joyful sound, took off again, hovering above Thorne again.

Bang!

Thorne jumped down, stood on the withered grass, looking solemnly towards the direction of the Gnolls' camp.
Chapter completed!