Before dark, the chaos in the entire Black Marsh Village returned to calm. The panic of the monster attack turned into the joy of being safe. For the first time, the more than 300 people in the village felt that there was hope in life. This can be regarded as joy in hardship.
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Zhou Qingfeng came to Black Marsh Village for speculation, but he didn't expect that the speculation would be so successful. When the villagers cheered around him, he wondered for a moment whether he was the chosen one, the savior of all people. But Cyric reminded him
One sentence...
"Most people in the world are ignorant. If you can't provide more benefits and establish stronger majesty, it only takes a moment for them to support you, and it only takes a thought to abandon you."
These words were completely ridiculed by Cyric, but coupled with the respectful smiling faces of the villagers who wanted to keep asking for more, it made Zhou Qingfeng feel chills down his spine. He was still walking on a tightrope, as if he were facing an abyss, or walking on thin ice, and he was trembling with fear.
But what needs to be done is still done.
Taking advantage of the excitement of the villagers, Zhou Qingfeng simply organized the people. As for how obedient these people would be, there really wasn't much hope.
Todd was sent to Old Borg's shack, and Zhou Qingfeng arranged the affairs of the village and followed him. The smell of blood and rancidity was still there in the witch doctor's shack, and the dwarf witch doctor was casting a spell - 'Delay the Poison'
Send', 'treat minor injuries'.
At the last moment, the barbarian used his body to suppress the leader of the sludge monster and pressed his ugly head into the sand. Naturally, the evil monster struggled desperately, with its two front paws constantly attacking Todd's chest and head.
By the time the sludge monster leader was restrained by the paralyzing poison, the leather armor on Todd's chest had been shattered, and his chest and abdomen were severely injured. There were also a large number of laceration injuries on his head and face, which were disfigured beyond recognition and life-threatening.
After casting the spell, the dwarf witch doctor shook his head and said to Zhou Qingfeng: "My abilities are limited, and I can only do this. He will probably become a cripple from now on, or be unconscious forever. It will take a lot of effort to save him.
A priest, and I am not."
Old Borg was an unruly witch doctor, and the healing magic he could cast was only moderately effective, barely keeping Todd alive. Zhou Qingfeng nodded without forcing too much. He asked Cyric: "What should I do?
Save my friend?"
"You? You can't save this barbarian." Cyric sneered unceremoniously: "Your friend believes in Silvanus, the god of nature. There is no high-level priest now, so it depends on whether his bravery can be obtained."
Forest Father's Approval."
“What does it take to gain recognition?”
"Silvanus likes followers who protect the forest and destroy monsters. If recognized, your friend will not only recover, but also become stronger.
But your friend is just an ordinary barbarian, and the 'Father of the Forest' won't pay attention to him all the time. If he doesn't take the initiative to pray, Silvanus will not know his existence at all. So he is dead." Cyric.
After saying that, he burst into laughter.
The server would not actively contact a terminal that was not very important. Todd fell into a coma, which meant that it was impossible for him to contact the gods he believed in.
Life and death were nothing to the old dwarf, and it did not comfort Zhou Qingfeng. Instead, it excitedly turned to the three sludge monster corpses that were delivered, especially the corpse of the leader, which made him admire it even more.
"Victor, I really want to thank you. Not only did you provide the formula and technology of the paralyzing poison, but you also hunted down the monsters that came to attack. This also saved me from a disaster, and I have never seen anything like this.
The big sludge monster is definitely a surprise.”
As he spoke, Old Berg wanted to perform an autopsy on the huge corpse, but Zhou Qingfeng stopped him: "Todd and I killed this monster. Shouldn't you have asked me first?"
Uh..., the so-called dissection of the dwarf witch doctor is to use an ax and a meat cleaver to make random cuts on the corpse. Zhou Qingfeng's words made him smile awkwardly and asked: "Sir Hugo, you definitely don't want to
You want this stinking corpse, right?"
Zhou Qingfeng nodded.
"Then I'll pay fifty gold coins..."
Before Old Borg could finish speaking, Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said: "You should know that Ben's church has been active in the Black Forest recently, and you should also know that the humans in the forest are in big trouble."
Old Borg smiled bitterly, spread his hands and said: "Black Marsh Village is just a muddy pond. There is nothing here worth fighting for for Ben's lunatics. If someone is willing to come here to impose rule, maybe it is a good thing."
"But this is not a good thing for me. I don't want to accept the fate of being enslaved, and I want to leave this hellish place in a decent way." Zhou Qingfeng paused and decided to try to recruit this old dwarf into his group, "I want
Explore a ruin in the forest."
"What ruins?" Old Borg's ears immediately stood up, "Is there really a treasure in this forest?"
"Before the devil's iron curtain enveloped the north, there was an elven city in this forest."
"The City of Silver Leaf." Old Borg rushed to speak. He asked in surprise: "Do you also know the City of Silver Leaf that was abandoned decades ago? That is the deepest obsession of all adventurers in the Black Forest.
I don’t want to find it, but I just can’t find it.”
Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes and pretended to turn a blind eye to the old dwarf's excitement. He continued in a calm tone: "The actions of the Magru tribe have blocked my exploration. Those goblins have already discovered that city."
"No..." Old Borg immediately shook his head, "You must know that elves are all mysophobic. According to rumors, Silver Leaf City has a sense of autonomy. They would rather let their city self-destruct than let a group of people destroy it again.
Dirty, ugly goblins take over their cities."
Zhou Qingfeng did not comment on this, but Old Borg couldn't bear it and said: "Sir Hugo, what are your plans?"
"I don't have any big plans, I just want to enter the elven ruins. It is said that the elves evacuated in a hurry and left many good things behind. For example, the catacombs of the elven temple still contain the remains of successive city lords, including funerary objects.
"
The old dwarf immediately jumped up and shouted: "Yes, it is impossible for the elves to take the initiative to destroy the tombs of their ancestors. The funerary objects may still be there. Even if the elves move the coffins, they cannot destroy the tombs. There must be good things left in them."
"
Zhou Qingfeng continued: "There is also a large library in the Silver Leaf City, which contains a laboratory for elf warlocks to study arcane arts. Their arsenal may not be completely emptied, and they may be able to find some valuable enchantments.
arms."
"That's right!" the old dwarf shouted again, "The elves' arcane laboratory, this is what all mages dream of."
Zhou Qingfeng's few words almost made the old dwarf stop breathing. The latter asked urgently: "Sir Hugo, how do you know this? You have to provide evidence to prove that these things really exist."
The lifespan of elves can easily be hundreds of years. For these long-lived races, they will carefully build some extremely special things during their long lives. Most of them are works of art, magic items, and various sophisticated equipment.
But no matter what it is, elves' things have always been very popular in human society. Even some ordinary objects used by elves can be sold for a lot of money. After all, those elves have nothing to do when they are full, and their balls hurt when they are idle. They are too pursuing life.
of comfort.
Zhou Qingfeng only laughed at the old dwarf's excitement. He walked to the unconscious Todd, changed the subject and asked: "Do you think there will be powerful medicines that can cure my friend in the elf city?"
, or a scroll or something?”
Old Borg suddenly replied with a trembling tone and an excited expression: "Yes, there must be. Those elves are most afraid of death. There is a fountain of life in every elven city. That thing will never be destroyed.