MTL - Never Thought You’d Be This Kind of Hero!-Chapter 80 Child without bear

The void found by the Rohinch King at the edge of the dark abyss is a regular hexagon, and the surrounding soil is already dry and hard, as if it has been backed up to a certain extent, which means that the items buried here are very hard.

Probably some people have such a large palm, the size is very similar to the badge, but Rosinck found that the hole is quite deep after he reached in. His index finger can be touched completely, so it is not like a badge, but a box.

Time is also very long. The passage wall of the dark abyss was originally smooth, but it has become a pit of the erosion of silt and dirt for many years. This is not something that has been done for two years. After all, the dark abyss connects Hell and the human world. Its strength is stronger than the walls of the Imperial Palace. Therefore, it is only necessary to grind the shallowest layer of rock on the wall. It will take several decades. The hollow that has been inlaid in the "box" has been smashed by the pits.

This has to be at least a few thousand years.

The question is, what exactly is this thing?

What is it that can actually fall silently here, inlaid, and disappeared silently?

Of course, this is also very likely to be an ordinary stone, or something like the magic of Warcraft's nuclear, it fell here, a long time ago, may end up being shattered or broken, finally and dark The abyss blends into one, leaving a void that only proves that he has appeared.

Such a thing may indeed happen, but the fear lord checked the rest of the dark abyss and shook his head and reported that "no problems were found." After that, Rohne Enke could no longer treat this void as normal.

He thought about it, and simply dug up the small wall, and he was able to take out this inexplicable "empty hole" and bring it back to study slowly.

While thinking about it, ah, is this actually a three-light?

The abyss lord is staring at the head of an orc mercenary that the Golden Flag Empire has just found, and directs his men to attack the rear. Although he can play on his own, the thing that can be done by the younger brother is of course to let the younger brother do it... Thinking about it, I felt like I was touched by something behind my neck. After a few minutes, I felt a pain, as if I had been smashed by a worm.

"..." Obviously, this is not because of attacks by foreign enemies, but... Mom and a chicken they did something to the dark abyss!

There is still no end!

Can you consider that I am on the front line! ! !

......

The battlefields of demons and other races can be regarded as the northeast of the Snowflake Kingdom. Most of the people on the battlefield are indeed soldiers of the Snowflake Kingdom, but in addition to them, there are reinforcements of the Golden Flag Empire, as well as some mercenaries, from For orcs, Asian elves, dwarves, etc.

The goblins are shuttled as technicians. They are short clowns, have little fighting power, and are hoarse and ugly, but the little clowns are born with good craftsmanship. No one can afford the goblin in the battle. In the poetry of the poet, the goblin is always greedy and short-sighted. There is no sense of responsibility and courage. For the sake of money, even the tribes can abandon them - so now they have lost their own race and become others. The vassal, this is their destiny.

But in terms of craftsmanship, no one can say that goblin is doing poorly. Dwarves are good at forging, which is well known. Goblin is good at all kinds of small crafts and manufacturing, which is also known to the children on the mainland. From tanning leather to repairing equipment, from drawing inscriptions to making medicines to machinery and construction... Goblin is a first class, they are born workers.

Of course, people say that goblins can only be workers because they have no creativity.

This is a stereotyped thinking. The gods have lived for hundreds of millions of years, and the war has never subsided. Therefore, almost all races are accustomed to using war mentality to define other races, and almost all races look down on each other.

The northern coalition is like a microcosm, the epitome of most of the world's not powerful racial chaos. Of course, the most powerful dragons and high-level geniuses are not among them. They do not mix such things, and the war is very Less will take the initiative to find them.

Compared with the high-profile North Alliance, some free cities and urban countries to the south of the Golden Flag Empire have few people to manage. Most of these small cities are very wealthy, because the merchants who come and go have to pass through here, but their military strength is weak, at least compared with the huge Golden Flag empire, it is very weak, so it can not turn out the trick.

For example, in Mondama City, the most common thing in the past few years has been the tax reduction with the emperor of the Golden Flag Empire, but ... has not succeeded.

It requires the blessing of the Golden Flag Empire.

Although its position as a city is comparable to that of a king, the name above is also "independence and freedom", but the world is not a child to see a fairy tale book, and theoretical things have almost no practicality.

The city of Mundama is heart-wrenching.

It is said that the urban masters can't sleep at night in the middle of the night. The most unheard of every day is that "the Golden Flag Emperor only collects taxes and does not support it" - but the person who said this rumor has no way to explain clearly, since it is "privately No one said, "How can it be heard and heard?"

Of course, the urban master is still very relaxed, he always looks at the chest, and does not look at the plight of the city of Munda.

This does allow the civilians to see a little hope.

"Hey, have you forgotten? There was another great famine 20 years ago. It didn't rain for three consecutive years... We are half starved in the city! Finally, the Lord of the City invited a large water system. Master of the Magister, he let us have three days and three nights of rain here, and the seedlings in the field have grown up!"

People say so.

Xu Wei took the **** and took Lance, followed by Jess, a group of four (still three are not people) going to the church. The planning of Mundama City is very similar to that of many cities within the Golden Flag Empire. The military camp is set up near the two gates. The residential area is surrounded by the city. The medical hall and the common herbal shop are also here. In the central area of ​​the city, there are large auction houses, banks, and war shops, which sell the equipment that can be used by the warriors, such as rune potions, almost all of which are finished products.

The city's main government, the city government hall, and the church's church are also in the middle.

It is separated from the bank and the trade zone by a street. It seems that you can not hear the sound of coins, and it is noble.

In the past, the Central Trade Zone was the most lively, adventurers and mercenaries shouted here, talking about recent missions, potion prices and pretty girls, but now there are no adventurers here. Only civilians wandered around the church and the city government hall.

But still can hear the melodious singing.

"So... see? Nobody is playing near the fountain in front. It is a troubadour who usually tells stories in these public places to make money." Xu Wei pointed to the poet who played the banjo in front of the fountain, he wore With fur, a beautiful feather on the top of the hat, shaking slightly against the wind, is very flamboyant red.

"Generally such a troubadour will tell a love story..." Xu Wei explained, and then he was close, and heard the poetry sing loudly and sings loudly: "Don't think about God to save you, I Dear brothers and sisters. Let us hold each other's hands, and the Lord of the Lord will lead us to victory..."

Xu Wei: "...well, but the love story may not be as politically correct..."

Lance is still small. I don’t understand the love story. I don’t understand the meaning of political correctness. Shantou followed Xu Wei’s time in Nanbei. He knew what love is, but he didn’t understand the word politics.

Jess smiled softly, Xu Wei scratched his head: "...how much does the city owner spend on the water army _(:зゝ∠)_"

They passed by the troubadour and walked to the door of the church, only to find that the civilians were gathered in the front hall of the church. Everyone took something from the inside, but they all picked it up and kept it from seeing others. They saw that Xu Wei’s group was dressed as an adventurer. These civilians were even more vigilant, as if Xu Wei would It’s like robbing them.

Probably... in giving?

Go inside and hear a gentle and loud voice talking: "Everyone is a faithful believer of God... Devotion is the best pass, so that all who believe in God can be happy. Please follow the rules and get your own. A drug... That, Paul, there, you have been receiving it for two days... everyone can only receive one..."

Everyone whispered, saying that Paul was not conscious, and a few young men and women who were still strong and strong simply squeezed out Paul.

So, Xu Wei and others can see a young man with a sharp-nosed monkey and two dark circles. While holding on to half a dose of medicine, he screamed: "...mother, what to put... who doesn’t know you still have stock……"

In the end, he was asked to take some medicine.

And these drugs may have been sent to others.

In this case, even if the church can make up many supplies? Mondama City is rich on weekdays, but most of the church's income is to be given to their superiors, so when the disaster really comes, the bishop of the branch church can only help the disaster. They have no power to turn the tide to save the world, and they have no financial resources to acquire large quantities of food and medicine, and become an indestructible and reliable warehouse.

The bishop of Mondama City, Caroman, is an old man with a white hair. He looks very gentle and just said that he is talking. When he talked to the civilians, there was no shelf, so he couldn’t keep some people, like Paul.

He also took two nuns to help with the drug, and the nun was as gentle as him.

"Everyone can only take two medicines?" A little boy walked out of the crowd and took the robes of Bishop Carloman: "Sir, sorry, I didn't know before... but my grandfather is going to die..." He still needs to take medicine..."

Tears flowed out of the eye sockets of the little boy. He was very thin and thin, not like a seven-eight-year-old child.

He was followed by a thinner girl, probably because of malnutrition, the little girl's hair was dull, with an unhealthy yellow. The little boy took the robes of the bishop, and the little girl took the boy's clothes: "Brother... don't cry, I will save the medicine to my grandfather."

The author has something to say: Xu Wei's passive state is triggered: distressed child.

For a cute child, Xu Wei will be very soft, and for the bear child, Xu Wei will generally itchy.

The sand leopard boy who had been beaten by Xu Wei a long time ago, Tina: "...hehe."