The Demon-Slaying Valley is located between Garros and the Whispering Forest. After leaving Garros and heading north along the mainland, about forty minutes later, you can see a low forest. Along the edge of this low forest, you can go further.
About a few kilometers ahead, you can see this rich and beautiful valley...
However, now the owner of the Demon-Slaying Valley has changed from the Emerald Tower to the Nest of Shadows.
Under the winding mountains, among the verdant green grass, there is a patch of mottled brown. Panting and yelling are constantly coming from the cave, along with the boring sound of "dang, dang, dang," adding to the Demon Slaughter Valley.
It's a bit cruel. From time to time, several mine carts are pulled out of the cave entrance. The carts are loaded with heavy black ore. Even in the Kingdom of Flan, whose mining technology is seriously backward, this is the most primitive way, dragging it with human power.
Mine carts transport ore.
"Hurry up, you damn lazy guys, you are lazy and eat all day long. Can't you feed yourself with five copper coins a day? It's hard to drag so much ore, do you want me to use a whip to make you sober?
?" Several supervisors were walking back and forth at the entrance of the cave, waving the whips in their hands and making a "crack" sound. They were all low-level members of the Shadow Nest. They had comfortable tents and relaxed patrols. Naturally, it was not their turn. Those were the core
The treatment of members is that low-level members like them, who have joined for less than three years, can only accompany a group of slaves in the hot sun, and their only privilege is probably to play with the whip in their hands.
The slaves with sallow faces and skinny muscles struggled to drag the mine cart, and drops of yellow sweat dripped on the green grass. Further away, several simple temporary furnaces were built. The order they received was to
Smelt the most mithril ores into mithril ingots in the shortest time.
Ronald is forty-five years old. His early life as a fugitive caused him to lose an eye. However, Ronald has never regretted it, because in exchange for this eye, he gained control of the entire Nest of Shadows. Now he is
Standing on a sentry tower, he looked down at the entire Demon-Slaying Valley with his only eye. Under the torment of the scorching sun and whips, slaves fell on the roadside from time to time, some struggled to get up, and some never got up again.
However, Ronald has been watching all this coldly. For him, slaves are just consumables. Their value is not even as good as a smelted mithril ingot. The only trouble is probably that
If too many slaves die, it will just delay the mining process.
"The recent production is still not ideal. I think we have to buy another batch of slaves. Well, the number of overseers should also be increased. These freeloaders are too lazy. They need more whips to greet them...
..." Although he was complaining, his tone revealed an unconcealable sense of pride.
No wonder Ronald is proud...
As early as ten years ago, he had the ambition to develop the Shadow Nest, but it was restricted by the barren land. It was not until the Demon Slayer Valley was captured two months ago that he finally had enough capital.
, the huge production of mithril ore has brought terrible profits to the Nest of Shadows. Maybe soon, I will have an elite combat force armed to the teeth. By that time, what does Garros mean? I, Rona
De's ambition is to expand the power of the Nest of Shadows to the entire Kingdom of France. Even if His Majesty the King passes through my sphere of influence, he must pay a protection fee...
"Ronald, don't be too happy too early. The real crisis is far from coming. You need to be ready to fight..." Standing in front of Ronald was an old man with an old voice. He was wearing a uniform.
A black robe, with the hood pulled up high, completely covering the face. Only under the shadow of the hood, a pair of eyes flashed with sharp light from time to time...
"Haha, my old friend, you are too careful..." Ronald's laughter spread far away, and his one eye was full of contentment: "If it were the Emerald Tower two months ago, I might
They would still be worried, but now, they no longer have this qualification. Greg is already a loser. Even when we burned down the Emerald Tower, he didn't dare to crawl out of his turtle shell. You know, I
My old friend, the fat man is already afraid, haha, he is afraid, he is afraid of the power of the Nest of Shadows, and even more afraid of our powerful ally!"
"Grian is not the only magician in the Emerald Tower..."
"Magician? Are you kidding, my old friend, haven't you often told me that in the world of magic, level is everything. A big magician can easily kill dozens of magicians. Now we
With you as a great mage in the Nest of Shadows, unless Grean regains the power of his heyday, who else in the entire Emerald Tower will be your opponent?"
"Huh, Greg? So what if he regains his strength? He's not what I'm really worried about..."
"Oh?" Ronald couldn't help but was startled, with a bit of surprise in his one eye: "Is there another great mage in the Emerald Tower besides Greg? My old friend, don't follow me.
I'm kidding, if there really is such a person, we probably have no chance of taking over the Demon Slayer Valley, right?"
"I don't know if that person is a great mage, but I am sure of one thing. If that person was there when we attacked the Demon-Slaying Valley, even if we could really capture the Demon-Slaying Valley, we would probably have to pay a lot of effort.
A heavy price..."
"Is there really such a person?"
"kindness……"
The old man's voice was very soft, but for some reason, Ronald always felt that his old friend's voice always sounded a little sinister.
"His name is Feyre."
"Ah?" The gloomy voice fell into his ears. Ronald was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst into loud laughter: "Hahahaha... Oh my God, who did I think you were talking about?
So you are talking about the pharmacist in the Emerald Tower? Don’t be kidding, my old friend, yes, I admit that this pharmacist is very powerful. At such a young age, he can prepare arcane potions and wild potions.
But so what, after all, he is only twenty years old. Even if he started learning magic as soon as he was born, he is still as strong as a wizard at most. With your power, you can turn him into ashes with just a few clicks of your fingers.
, I said, what’s wrong with you recently? When you encounter a little setback, you start to become timid. Even a boy in his twenties is afraid of you..."
Ronald's words were very rude, especially the last sentence, which was simply a naked sarcasm. However, the old man seemed not to have heard it at all. He just stared at the mountains in the distance with his eyes. After a long while, he finally spoke.
Sighing slightly: "Ronald, you have never seen that Feyre. You have no idea how terrifying he is. If it were another magician, I might tell you, no problem, he is not my opponent.
But this Ferre is really different. I’m not sure, I’m not sure at all..."
"Why?"
"Why?" The old man suddenly laughed, but this laughter was indeed a little sad, hoarse and dry, just like the sound made when two pieces of glass are rubbed against each other: "Do you know that in this Fei Lei era?
When you are just an eighth-level magician, you can already resist my mental suppression. Do you dare to imagine? An eighth-level magician can resist the mental suppression of a great wizard. Ronald, you haven't seen it with your own eyes.
You can't imagine how scary he is..."
"No need to say it!" Perhaps because the old man's words were too direct, Ronald's voice sounded a little rough. He tightly grasped the edge of the sentry tower with one hand, and his eyes fell on the rolling mountains, where
, is the only way to enter the Demon-Slaying Valley: "Even if it is true as you said, that Feyre can compete with a great magician, but so what? Do you think the Emerald Tower still has the courage to come back to slaughter again?
Demon Valley, do you think they really have the ability to take back the Demon Slaughter Valley? It’s not Rona’s fault. If the Emerald Tower dares to come to the Demon Slaughter Valley again, I will eat this sentry tower... Damn it!
"
Before Ronald could finish his words, his eyes suddenly froze, and then he blurted out a curse word.
Because he clearly saw a cloud of dust and smoke rising above the rolling mountains in the distance. With many years of experience, Ronald could tell at a glance that this was definitely a team of thousands of people. Damn it.
, this is simply a ghost. A team of thousands of people came to the Demon-Slaying Valley. Don’t they know that this is the Nest of Shadows? Breaking in without invitation is tantamount to provocation and declaration of war?
"Could it be the Emerald Tower?" As soon as this idea popped into his mind, Ronald quickly rejected it. Of course, this was not because he wanted to eat the tower, but because he believed that the Emerald Tower
The tower cannot handle so many people. Looking at this terrifying number of people, you can even think about it with your heels. This is definitely not something that an emerald tower can dispatch...
Not to mention the Emerald Tower, none of the forces in Garros can dispatch so many people.
Unless, they come together...
Thousands of thoughts passed through Ronald's mind. He no longer bothered to distinguish which one was the most likely. He quickly put a hand into his arms, took out a magic beacon, and pulled the
Turn on the fuse on the magic beacon, and then you will see a red flame "swooshing" into the sky.
"Bang!" Red flames exploded in the sky, and in an instant, a dazzling red light illuminated most of the Demon Slaying Valley.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack, you bastards, all get out and get ready to fight!" Ronald shouted at the top of his lungs, which came from the sentry tower. A large number of members of the Nest of Shadows were coming out of the tent one after another.
When they came out, most of their faces showed confusion and confusion, and some even whispered: "What an attack in broad daylight..."