It was already dawn when the Alps arrived at Sentinel Town. The dawn of dawn penetrated the mist on the plains. The Sentinel Town under the bare stone mountain in the distance began to operate like an awakened ancient machine. You can see the chimney of the furnace rising from afar. The white walls seemed to be coated with golden light in the dawn, and the walls seemed to be filled with tents.

"Hmph, I just passed by and didn't go in. It looks pretty good now." The red-haired Lianda next to him commented.

The Alps nodded slightly, and he thought so too. Sentinel Town was the last town before passing through the Wind Valley Pass. The Wind Valley Pass was a major road connecting the north and south. Vendors would pass here. The developed traffic brought prosperity to Sentinel Town, but it was not established for this at the beginning. The initial Sentinel Town was not a town, but a military camp. Nearly two centuries ago, the famous Northern Rebellion occurred. The "Raging King" Sendal summoned his vassals to attack the Northern Territory, and the Northern Territory was already in the Wind Valley.

The fortress was established at the pass, and Emperor Sendal's army was blocked on the plain outside the pass of the Wind Valley, and the army was forced to station here. It is said that it was stationed for half a year. It was not until the Duke of Jin Falls led his troops to siege the fortress with Emperor Sendal to capture the fortress. It was not until the rebellion was quelled that the Sentinel Town was truly established. The Furious King ordered the demolition of the fortress and used its stone to build a new town. "It will stare at the northern border like the emperor's sentinel, and no betrayal is tolerated." The emperor said.

Sentinel Town did play this role. The second northern rebellion broke out in the early reign of the "Rynon King" when he was not the "beggar king" at that time. This rebellion was not as long as the first time. The Wacker family, who started the rebellion, wanted to build a fortress at the Wind Valley Pass like their predecessors, but they were hit by the thunder of the lord of Sentinel Town, and the rebellion quickly subsided after this.

The Alps and Lianda left the ancient avenue and walked onto the flat road to Sentinel Town. The farmland on both sides had been harvested, and now only bare farmland is left. Farmers will resource the seeds when they arrive next spring. On the road, not only Alps and Lianda are two people, but also many vendors and other players. The farmers sitting in front of the farmhouse beside the farmland looked at the people coming and going, and the expression on their faces would not change at all.

"I always feel that there are more people coming and going than last time." Lianda looked at the other players around and said that most of them were used, and most of them carried a packed backpack containing various tools.

"These are players who escaped from the Rune Hills." It seemed that the plague situation was far worse than expected. The Alps frowned. The closer they got to the city wall, the more he thought so.

The Lord of Sentinel Town prohibited people from entering their town from the Rune Hills, and the players built temporary tents in the shadows under the city wall. These cloaks were like dark clouds under the white wall reflecting sunlight, and the atmosphere was as depressing as dark clouds. The two people who had just entered the tent area were infected by the atmosphere and became silent.

There were many frowning players sitting under the tent. When the two riding horses approached, they raised their heads and looked at them curiously, but no one came up to chat with them. This is also the reason why Alps like to wear iron helmets. Others don’t know what kind of person is under the helmet, so they will be vigilant about him and not come forward rashly, which saves him a lot of trouble.

But as they continued to move forward, the Alps felt that they were still too underestimating other players. Although they were now stationed here like refugees and were turned away, they did not give up on themselves. The more they walked into this tent area, the more they improved the atmosphere, and all kinds of voices were heard: the sound of irons, the sound of hawking, even louder laughter and the sound of toasting.

"Hey! The guy there! Do you want a good steel sword?" The blacksmith behind a weapon stall shouted at the Alps riding horse with a smile, "It's cheaper for you! If you can get some information from the north, I'll give you a special discount!"

When the uncle said "Northern Intelligence", the Alps felt many eyes gathering towards him. It seemed that many people were planning to go to the north, but it was almost winter now, and the post of Barolwufu that appeared on the forum recently made many people deterred. No wonder so many people gathered here. The Alps looked around them, and the plague drove them out of the rune hills. Those who were going to the south probably had already set off, so the rest...

"The north is much more dangerous than the south." Alps shouted to the blacksmith's uncle, his words reduced the heat from the laughter around him, but the next few words made the people around him boil, "I came this time to summon teammates to deal with the threat from the north."

"Oh oh oh, I finally waited!" someone shouted with a smile.

"I thought these guys from the north were going to deal with those things alone!"

"Haha, I can finally leave this ghost place!"

Although many people were happy, more people remained silent, and the player who started to shout at the Alps also fell silent.

After the Alps rode on the horse and looked at the uncle behind the weapon stall for a few seconds, the uncle waved at him, "Young man, can you come and sit down and talk?"

"Sir Al, our mission..." Lianda seemed to dislike this place with a lot of people.

Alps waved her to look at the horse, and he turned over and jumped off the horse's back. At this time, the blacksmith walked around his stall and walked towards the open-air tavern opposite the street. It was a tavern run by the player. There was no wall or bar, only wine barrels, slab tables, long stools, rag sheds supported by wooden stakes and ropes. However, even if the environment is so simple, it is a rare and lively place.

Alps followed the blacksmith behind. The people in the tavern consciously vacated the middle table. The blacksmith sat down directly on the side, and Alps sat down in the empty seat opposite him. "Tom, give us two cups of stone stove special brew!" Uncle Blacksmith shouted. The empty seats around were quickly seized by people, and the people without a seat simply sat on the table, but they were always staring at the two people beside the middle table.

After a while, the boss came over with two cups. The blacksmith picked up the cup and touched the wine glass in front of the Alps. "For the stone stove." After the uncle said that, he took a big sip. Alps had no choice but to pick up the wine glass, hold up the blacksmith and drink some wine in the cup, but this sip almost made him spew it out. It was both fierce and choking, and it was different from the wine in the north. His reaction caused the craftsmen and players around him to laugh.

"Hahahaha," Uncle Blacksmith smiled the most exaggeratedly, "It tastes good, right?"

Alps put down his wine glass, wiped his mouth without answering.

"Okay, since you have already drunk, let's talk about the serious matter." Uncle Blacksmith suddenly became serious, "Posted about the Iron Chain Knights..."

"It's extremely credible, and I came here from the north because of this." The Alps said while covering the armor. "A monster called the 'troll' by NPC appeared in the hills north of Golden Waterfalls. When I left, I hadn't learned the amount of information. It seemed that the situation was getting worse and worse."

"What are the characteristics of this 'troll'?" asked the blacksmith, and the people around him were also holding their breath for the Alps' answer.

Alps barely recalled Anthony's words. "About ten feet tall, five feet wide, with a rock-hard shell on the surface, the sword cannot hurt them at all, and can smash a guard with one punch. That's all." Alps pretended to be relaxed, as if he told a story.

Everyone around began to whisper. The Alps saw that although many people looked suspicious, more people were not suspicious.

"Rock shell? Can the crane-mouth pick come in handy?"

"Didn't you hear that thing can knock a guard down with one punch? Guards are all wearing iron armor. The hardness of the iron armor cannot be resisted at all, so you have to change..."

"If the number of monsters ten feet tall is as stated in the Iron Chain Knights' post, they will probably need a catapult or a siege crossbow."

"If the rock shell is in general, it is estimated that the crossbow cannot penetrate, and the strength of the crossbow may not be enough. Do you need a special large crossbow?"

"If the materials are found in the north, it may be easy, but if the workload and manpower are..."

Listening to the whispers around Alps, he felt that he had underestimated the craftsman players again. Although everyone around was discussing how to deal with it, the blacksmith just nodded and continued to discuss with the Alps. "So how many people do you plan to bring back this time?" As the blacksmith looked at the red-haired Lianda riding a horse on the road outside, "If you only have these two people, you can't even protect the safety of the craftsman."

"The more people we need, the better, but we must be excellent craftsmen players. As for the guards, I will find a way." Although Alpine answered this way, this did make him a headache. But he could only do this. He could not guarantee that he could complete the tasks assigned by Anthony. After all, that "Liehua" is an individual rather than an item. Whether she and Alpine go back is entirely up to her will. Instead of listening to Anthony's bad idea, it is better to recruit a group of excellent craftsmen to make up for it with the number.

The blacksmith nodded, "Are you a player who summoned in the name of the Iron Chain Knights? Can you tell you the id?"

"My id is Alps. However, I am not a player summoned in the name of the Iron Chain Knights." Alps' words made the people around him suddenly silent. Everyone looked at him suspiciously, and the blacksmith also frowned.

"Who did you call the players for?" he asked.

The Alps sighed secretly, the most troublesome place is here, I hope that the guy's name can be useful here. "Anthony, Anthony Drake."

"Drake?" Everyone was stunned.

"How many guys are there called Drake?"

"I don't know, but when it comes to Drake's words, is that guy?"

"The Drake who wrote the strategy?"

"No, that Drake summoned the players? What did he want to do?"

Everyone around discussed it, and the effect was better than expected in the Alps.

"What did Drake summon players to do?" Uncle Blacksmith asked in surprise.

"He wants to form a PVE guild, so he needs craftsman players. He is currently assisting the Iron Chain Knights in the Golden Falls to resist the attack of the monsters." Alps said, and everyone else listened carefully, "He told me the information I just told you, and during the time I left, he probably got a lot of information about the monsters."

"Drake formed a guild?"

"If it were that Drake, maybe it would be possible..."

“…”

There are obviously fewer people around whispering, and more people are thinking.

"Build a PVE guild?" Uncle Blacksmith nodded, "As for the current situation, it is indeed necessary to prepare for the later stage of the version." After saying that, he raised his head, "But this matter is not that easy. Let us think about it. If you come back here in the afternoon, we will give you an answer."

Alps nodded, then stood up, took out two copper plates and placed them on the table, then pointed to the wine that had only taken a sip and said, "The wine is good."

The blacksmith uncle didn't even look at his cup and smiled and said, "It's good that you like it."

"By the way." The Alps, who was about to leave, suddenly remembered the serious matter. He looked at the blacksmith, "Speaking of it, I want to ask you for someone."

"who?"

"Athelan." After Alps said the words, the people around him suddenly became silent. Alps looked at the people around him. Their expressions became a little serious, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. What's going on? Alps looked at the people around him with a little uneasy look.

"Where did you hear this name?" Uncle Blacksmith's expression became a little unnatural, "It's also from Drake?"

"What's going on?" Alps asked suspiciously.

Then everyone around him stood up one after another. Alps realized that something was wrong. He reached out and touched the hilt of the sword at his waist. Lianda, who was riding on the horse not far away, also turned over and jumped off the horse and drew a spear from his backpack. "Calm down!" Alps shouted, and then his hand left the hilt of the sword, "I have no hostility! Lianda, put away the weapon!"

"Please forgive me, they are all too nervous." A woman's voice came out in the crowd. Alps felt that the sound was familiar. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw only a woman sitting at the edge of the side. There was a wine glass on the table in front of her, and a small black top hat next to the wine glass. The woman was wearing a cloak, but the hood of the cloak flipped down, revealing her long soft platinum hair.

Then the woman picked up the hat and put it on her head, stood up, and walked around the crowd and walked towards the Alps. As she kept traveling through the crowd, the Alps had not seen her face clearly. "Because since we left the Stone Fort, Ethran's whereabouts have not been made public. Only us can know where she is. Or the spy among us passed the intelligence to the Principality players."

"What does it mean?" Alps asked, looking at the woman who kept moving through the crowd.

"The assassination against the chief craftsman has happened no less than three times. The Principality has made sufficient plans and preparations to start a war with us." The blacksmith behind the Alps said in a deep voice, "So, are you a player of the Principality?"

"It was the 'Scarlet Rose' of the Ghost Sword Brigade who told us about Ethran's whereabouts." Alps explained.

"Uncle Ryan, this is my friend." The woman said as she walked out of the crowd. Alps saw her smiling face and her calm blue eyes clearly. "He is not a Principal player."

"It's you?" Alps was stunned. "You're back from the Widow Mountains?"

Aleya smiled unanimously, then looked at Lianda, who was squeezing out of the crowd with a spear on her back and staring at her alertly: "Let's talk about this again. If you want to find Atherland, I can take you to find her."

...

As soon as the sky was dawn, Ximoken left the hotel where she was staying. Mr. Kang Ting had not returned overnight. Last night, when Ximoken went to his room, he found that he had left. Later, the mercenary called "Flying Fish" came to tell her that Mr. Kang Ting was going to "hunter".

"He is so seriously injured, why do you want him to go out?!" Ximoken shouted at Feiyu almost uncontrollably, scaring the mercenary to the point of being at a loss.

"I, I don't want to do it either. He insisted on going there himself." Feiyu explained in a panic.

Qianmoken gritted his teeth for a long time before he realized that Feiyu stood with her for a long time. Just when he mustered up the courage to say goodbye, Qianmoken apologized to him.

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive." Did it immediately become like this as soon as I left the church? Ximoken thought to himself.

"No, I can understand your thoughts." Feiyu scratched his head, "Drake told me to look for him, I will go find him, and if I find him, I will take him back."

He then left. Mr. Kangting was also out at night, but he would come back before dawn. After Simoken took Hemi downstairs, he could see him sitting by the stove talking to others. But today, he did not come back after he went out, and there were fewer people drinking downstairs than before.

Ximoken could not bear to stay alone in the room and handed them all over the other things. It was me who lost Hemi. Ximoken told herself that whenever she thought of this, she felt like a stone was stuffed into her chest. She could not let Mr. Kang Ting go on the risk alone.

Simoken thought about this, tugged his fist tightly and made up his mind.

There were things I could do. Ximoken told herself, and then she looked up at the stone tower not far away.
Chapter completed!