On the blue sky, white clouds floated leisurely, and the warm sunlight fell down, casting heavy cloud shadows on the vast plain.

Norhir Plains.

In the endless emerald field, the Norsil Plain is located in the central area of ​​the wilderness, belonging to the territory of Stallman Town, and it is also the only area with the flattest terrain in the entire wilderness.

On this plain, there are no thick bush fields, no muddy rotting swamps, and no rugged hills and mountains.

There are just endless flat meadows and sparse trees, as well as some farmland and orchards cultivated by the tiefling race.

'Nohir' means 'wandering' in the tiefling race.

No matter where they are, no race likes to live a life of wandering, because wandering means no place to live and no stable home.

The birds that have gone away, the eternal concern is the old forest.

The drifting boat always thinks about the harbor.

Travelers on the go, whether they are returning home in a hurry or away from home, the place in their hearts is inextricably linked and always misses, or home.

Therefore, the town of Stolman, built on the Norhir Plains, is the home of the entire tiefling race.

In this magical world, their homeland has given them their souls, so that most people can trust their hearts and stop wandering.

The sunlight that fell on the Nosil Plain gradually became warmer, and the wind softened a lot.

The grazing tiefling was leaning against the sloping tree, enjoying a pleasant time with a green grass in his mouth. The sheep around him were like fluffy cotton balls, rolling and strolling on the grass.

There are several fishing boats from Stallman Town floating on the water of the wide Emerald River, and some tiefling players dressed as fishermen are fishing on the small boats with casting nets.

Obviously, not everyone is keen on fighting and taking risks. Most people who adapt to this world are willing to pursue the peaceful life they want if there is no mortal threat.

Put things that everyone is passionate about into this world, such as: war, flowers, women, friendship, and even death, people call it: games.

Now that everything in the game has come true, it is unknown whether these otherworldly visitors can still retain their original intention of entering the game. After all, many people have chosen to compromise in order to survive.

At this time, on the Emerald River in the Norhir Plains, a feast was being held to celebrate the victory of the raid on the gnolls.

There are piles of bonfires on the banks of the river, dozens of long folding tables, and several huge barbecue grills with countless wild pigs and wild rabbits and other wild barbecues. The Flinn players turned slowly under the roasting, exuding a tempting aroma.

Tables are piled high with barrels of fine wine, a light and floral craft beer, with freshly baked toasts, creme brulee and fruit pies piled up like hills, fresh and delicious The grilled trout and greens were served continuously.

...

always watched and whispered

we never care

Because we live in the shadows and never fear the dark

always see fear and violence

we never care

Because although our blood is polluted, it does not mean that the soul will surrender

This is tiefling

A race forever bearing ancient sins

We are wandering around the world

travel through the unknown

We are wanderers and pioneers

...

The tieflings were in high spirits, singing upbeat rhythm songs, and the laughter carried the joyful atmosphere so far that it almost turned the sky over.

"You can't imagine how shocking the nine-ring spell last night was. The moment eight meteors fell to the ground with long tail smoke, the sound of 'Bang!' was like the end of the world."

A tiefling player with a beer mug and a single horn in the center of his forehead showed off to everyone sitting around him.

"Who said I don't know, I slept soundly last night, and the room suddenly shook. I thought there was an earthquake, and then I ran out with my pants on. As soon as I looked up, I found that the direction of the Great Sword Mark Mountains was red. Like a cloud of fire."

A tiefling who had never participated in the war couldn't help but ask regretfully: "Hey, unicorn, you said that the power of this spell is so powerful, did you kill all the gnolls at once?"

The rest of the crowd turned their attention to the one-horned tiefling, who looked a little drunk.

"If they're all crushed to death, don't we all go to make soy sauce." One-horned tiefling slammed a sip of beer, burped, and then told everyone with spittle:

"Last night, after the gnoll camp was washed by the "meteor explosion", although many gnolls were killed on the spot, there were still many gnolls who were roasted by fire and looked like shedding hens. They escaped by chance. I screamed and fled to the Dajianken Mountain Range, and then all of us were blocked at the intersection by a dozen of us. We killed as many as we came, and none of them escaped. That scene was so cool, I have never killed so happily in my life ! "

"Who killed the most, Ishak or Jessica," a tiefling player asked curiously.

"Of course it's me." The Tiefling Ranger sitting on the other side heard the player's question, walked over with a smile, and sat around the crowd.

"That's right, last night, the six-fingered guy grabbed the most heads. Relying on his good friend Niutou holding a tower shield for protection, he had no worries, he was holding a composite longbow and stood under Niutou's crotch. Crazy output, tsk tsk tsk ." The drunken one-horned tiefling teased the ranger beside him with a weird smile.

Hearing the teasing of the one-horned tiefling, a group of people all looked at the tiefling ranger with six fingers on both hands and laughed, and the air was full of joy.

"Fuck you, you one-horned drunk." In the cheerful atmosphere, a tiefling with a height of more than three meters and an extremely strong body with horns on his forehead came over and scolded.

Then he stretched out his thick arm and grabbed his tail, and threw the one-horned tiefling to the grass on one side like a chicken. The single horn of tiefling's forehead stuck directly on the ground, like an upside down onion.

"Taurus, where did that guy Ishak go, and why did he disappear for so long." The tiefling ranger sitting on the grass looked around, frowned, and said to the bullhead tiefling beside him.

"Who knows, he said he was going to invite the half-elf ranger who helped us last night, and then he never came." After finishing speaking, Tieflin, nicknamed the Bull's Head, grabbed the thigh of a violent wild boar. Gu Zi got busy.

"Speaking of this half-elf ranger, I suddenly remembered a very interesting thing." At this time, the one-horned tiefling who was thrown aside struggled to climb over again, looking at the audience like a curious baby, With a smile, he said:

"During last night's operation, this ranger from the Falls was in action with Sister Jessica and the Night Lord, and a very interesting thing happened.

Because of his joining, Jessica, the strongest sister in our player group, has been playing soy sauce all the time. Believe me, you have never seen how wonderful her expression is when she looks at the Ranger. "

"One-horned ghost, how can you speak ill of Sister Jessica, although she usually treats us a little bit harshly, but she is the second person in my life that I admire from the bottom of my heart besides the night lord, I will say this again next time. , I'm in a hurry with you." A tiefling player got up and looked dissatisfiedly at the one-horned tiefling in front of him.

"Yes!" Other tieflings echoed in dissatisfied protests.

"The unicorn and I were the first batch of people who were trained in combat skills by Sister Jessica. You never knew that this cheap unicorn was trained to cry by Sister Jessica during training. Listen. It's clear, he cried when he was trained! That's why he was unbalanced." The bull who solved the violent wild boar's thigh broke the news to everyone.

"Oh..." Everyone sighed, looking at the one-horned ghost with the same meaning that I understood.

"You dead bull, you promised to keep it a secret for me forever, I'll fight with you." The unicorn who felt ashamed got up and scuffled with the bull, and the air was filled with joy again.

On the other side of the Norhir Plains.

Thorne walked out of Stallman Town against the warm spring breeze and walked in the direction of Twilight Town.

Not long after he walked, a figure who had been waiting for a long time appeared in his sight, blocking his way.

"Anything?" Thorne stopped and looked at Ishak, the tiefling warrior with the blood of the Balor.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to come and see you off." Noticing the calm gaze of the Ranger, Ishak immediately gave up the idea of ​​inviting the other party and said instead.

"I understand your kindness." Thorne noticed the noise coming from the direction of the Emerald River and the unnatural look on the tiefling's face, and immediately understood what he meant, so he refused.

After he finished speaking, he put on the hood behind the cloak and sped up his steps to disappear into the Norhir Plains with the fragrance of weeds.

"May the sword in your hand be always sharp, and may your heart never be dark."

Ishak recalled the words the Ranger once gave him, so he immediately spread his wings, floated in mid-air, and looked at his back, until he disappeared from his line of sight, and then he withdrew his gaze.

Then he flapped his wings unconsciously and looked towards the hazy Great Sword Mark Mountains in the west, but saw rolling mountains on the horizon, half-melted snow, mottled black and white, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

He bathed in the sun, letting the warm spring breeze blow his long dark red hair, and finally sighed helplessly. Suddenly, he was not interested in the dinner party, and immediately flew directly to Stallman Town.

Although this gnoll tribe was wiped out, there were too many enemies that could threaten Stallman in the rolling Great Sword Scar Mountains.

Without the protection of the quasi-legendary night lord, it would be too difficult to resist the threat of the gnolls only with the strength of their players.

Perhaps, this raid will deter the gnolls for a long time, but what about the next time? What about later? What about the future?

After all, their town of Stallman was built on the Nosil Plain, the flattest part of the Emerald Field, and it was the closest town to the Falling Dragon Canyon.

That is to say, as long as the gnolls were driven out of the Great Sword Mark Mountains, they would almost always focus on Stallman Town.

They have lost the powerful guardian of the Night Lord, and everything in the future can only depend on them.

The walls of Stallman Town.

The sorcerer Anaquis, who was shrouded in a dark red cloak, stared in the direction of the Great Sword Mark Mountains with deep black eyes, dazed.

I do not know how long it has been.

The sorcerer suddenly turned to the paladin Jessica beside him and said: "Have you seen that piece of Dragon Falling Canyon? If we can build a level in that place, we can hold back all the evil living in the Great Sword Scar Mountains. Race.

At that time, even if they pass through from other places, in the complex terrain, it will not form a numerical advantage. It is impossible to completely eliminate the gnolls in the depths of the Dajianken Mountains. Even if the gnolls are eliminated, there are still hill giants, frost giants and even the deepest snake people, so in this situation, we Only passively defend. "

"However, our town's strength and number alone cannot take on this important task." Jessica looked at the hazy mountains and said slowly.

The Night Lord is right. If the main road to the Great Sword Mark Mountains can be completely blocked, and all the humanoids in the Emerald Field are cleaned up, this vast wilderness will truly belong to their players' territory.

Then, as their strength continues to grow, based on the level of the Dragon Falling Canyon, it is possible to gradually devour all the forces in the depths of the Great Sword Mark Mountains until they occupy the entire Corina Peninsula.

In this way, their compatriots from other worlds can truly stand on their feet and continue to develop.

But with their current strength, this will be a very difficult task.

Their foothold is too short.

The evil races of the wilds simply don't give them a chance to breathe.

With the victory of the hill giants over the gnolls, all the gnoll tribes in the depths of the Great Sword Mark Mountains will definitely retreat to the emerald fields.

This will be a very tragic territorial defense battle in the near future.

The hobgoblins of the Serene Forest, the murlocs of the Shadowmoon Inner Sea, and the lizardmen and bullywugs of the Bottomless Swamp have already formed, and as long as they want, they can threaten the other four territories of the Emerald Fields at any time.

It's only a matter of time before the other territories are destroyed and Stallman is attacked.

At that time, their compatriots living in the emerald field will either die in battle, or they can only watch the destroyed homeland and leave with sadness.

"It seems that you already know what to do next, so I can rest assured." The warlock was silent for a long time and sighed slightly.

"I will protect the last pure land of our tiefling race, you can go at ease, Night Lord."

The paladin Jessica clenched the hilt of the holy gold broadsword tightly, feeling the burning of the holy energy, and said with a firm expression.

With the departure of the two, the spring breeze rose, and the soft warmth swept gently. The twin Valens trees in Stallman Town were like burning flames, swaying in the wind on the branches.