The northwest border of the Kingdom of Falorland, Tesini Village.
We are already close to the Yunxia Mountains here, and going further, we will reach the Principality of Ron.
Near the Yunxia Mountains, there is abundant rainfall, fertile land, shady forests, and vigorous growth of flowers, plants, and shrubs.
The small village is located at the foot of the mountain. The villagers mainly make a living by growing oranges, pomelos, chestnuts... and various vegetables.
A young postman rides a gray bicycle on a rugged country path.
He wore a green felt hat and a bright red coat, with a nervous look on his little face. Behind him could be seen the outline of Tersini Village, and in front of him was a dense forest.
The road became increasingly narrow and difficult to walk. He glanced at the dense bamboos on both sides of the road and jumped off his bicycle.
After swallowing, the young postman stepped on the soft soil, knocked aside the green weeds with his knees, and continued deeper into the woods.
"What the hell, how could anyone live in such a remote place?"
The young man's lips moved and he couldn't help but complain. He was a little nervous. He heard from the old people that there was a kind of man-eating monster with a dark body and a ferocious face hidden deep in the mountains.
It is said that the strange man living deep in the woods is the only hunter within dozens of miles.
The land in this place is fertile. Logically speaking, it is not difficult to support a family, but in fact, there are not many people here, and no one dares to hunt for a living.
Finally, after trekking for three kilometers on a tree-lined path covered with weeds, the young postman finally saw a small wooden house on the grass beside a stream.
His legs were wet with dew. He pushed the bicycle over and saw a man with an unkempt beard and thick hair, who looked like a savage.
Bah!
The slovenly man was sitting on a piece of bluestone, chopping firewood. His arms were muscular and he was tall.
After seeing the young man, he grinned: "Hey, young man, are you lost?
Don't go any further, there are man-eating monsters inside, and they like your young ones with tender skin and tender meat."
Nonsense, do you think I want to move forward?
Cursing, the young man took out a black-covered letter from the basket in front of the bicycle and handed it to him: "Mr. Alex, this is your letter."
After saying that, he immediately pushed the bicycle and walked back as if he was fleeing. Alex shook his head when he saw this: "I also want to treat you to the meat of the crescent white-striped tiger, but it seems there is no chance."
A trace of doubt flashed in Orion Alex's eyes. He opened the envelope and found two pieces of paper inside.
Among them, the snow-white letter paper is filled with the fragrance of ink:
Old Axe, is he dead?
Get out of here if you're not dead. I hope you can still read and eat the meat of exotic animals every day. In addition to muscles, have you gained any brains? You're also addicted to chopping night demons, and you have a bunch of them...
There is a lot of content, and the last sentence is "Son, come back quickly to save your father!"
Ha ha!
A loud laugh sounded like muffled thunder, the sound waves rolled, grass stems suddenly flew on the green ground, and the creek next to it made a popping sound, and water splashed.
The stream stopped flowing, and the water was misty, revealing many smooth river pebbles. After a few seconds, clear water covered it again, and a rainbow appeared on the stream.
Holding another piece of paper in his hand, Alex ignored it and walked into the wooden house, where there were many specimens.
The skin of a blue-blooded python, the wings of a golden-crowned eagle, the head of a crescent white-striped tiger... and a black animal horn.
There are three sharp forks on the horns with complicated dark golden patterns. These are the horns of a night devil, and they are comparable to the Dark Duke.
Since the demon descendants lost their dominance, non-human demon descendants such as night demons and gargoyles can only hide in the deep mountains and old forests to chew tree bark.
Alex smiled heartily and put these things into the storage ring. Then, he lifted a gilt double-edged ax hanging on the wall and stepped out of the cabin.
Glancing at the paper in his hand, it read that there was a werewolf marquis lurking in a nearby town, and he sneered: "Are you looking down on me?
Afraid that I wouldn't be able to lift an ax with my hands, I found a local dog to let me practice my hand."
Faloran Axe──Alex, squadron leader of the Fire Dragon Knights, [Berserker] profession.
Coincidentally, some "weirdos" across Faroland received the letter today.
In the city of Merova in central Faroland, a famous wine capital, in a small alley, a drunken tall and thin man leaned against the wall and fell asleep.
He was missing an arm, and one sleeve was empty.
A middle-aged deacon wearing a black vest walked up to him, put a letter at his feet, and walked away without any extra words or actions.
A hint of impatience flashed across the man's face, he opened his eyes and cursed: "Damn it, butcher, are you a dog-nose? I'm hiding here pretending to be a tramp, how the hell can you still find me?"
He opened the envelope, read the contents of the two pieces of paper inside, and laughed loudly: "Ghoul Duke Marcus, which onion?"
There is also a photo in the envelope, which shows a beautiful woman wearing a white dress, with flowing black hair and a tall figure.
The man who was missing an arm curled his lips and said: "Your sister, you know that I have always been sympathetic to women, but you still let me do this kind of work."
The one-armed man is named Kelvin, captain of the Fire Dragon Knights, nicknamed "Invisible Sword", and has the profession of [Shadow Warrior].
Kelvin looked at the gentle beauty in the photo and sighed: "No wonder Bernard couldn't control it back then, the quality of this vampire girl was too high.
It's a pity that with this figure and this face, I will have to move my head soon."
He stood up, a green light flashed, and a cold dagger appeared in his palm.
She was just a Vampire Marquis. Even if he broke both arms, he could still kill her.
………………
On the other side, there is a lively street in the small town of Wilde in the east of Faroland.
A group of teenagers gathered around a handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes. He wore a black top hat and white gloves and held a red apple in his hand.
This is a magician with a smile on his face, preparing to perform the magic "Disappearing Apple" to the children.
At this time, a man wearing a black knee-length trench coat squeezed through the crowd, handed him a letter, and walked away without saying anything.
The magician was stunned and immediately apologized to everyone: "I'm sorry, I received a letter from my family and today's performance ended early."
The teenagers shouted with dissatisfaction, this man is the only magician in the town, his skills are superb, and many people in the city will come here to see him.
The handsome magician returned to his humble home, opened the letter, read it at a glance, and sighed: "That's the only thing about being handsome, it's hard to keep a low profile.
I've been hiding in nooks and crannies like this, and there are still people coming to my door. I can't help it, I'm the kind of extremely handsome man who squats in a hole, and has to be careful about the peeping girls."
Melt Roland, a rare professional [Illusionist], captain of the Fire Dragon Knights.
