Fren, who has been offline for a few chapters, is finally online again, but he is no longer in Azshara, but on the border of Lumberg County and Monson County.

Monson County is to the west of Rumburg, and it borders on the east of Feneport. After receiving the prophecy, Fren did not stop for a moment and went straight to Fenepot. Although it was only to leave Azshara, Fren believed that. It would be safe to leave Lenburg.

In the past few months, Fren was only digesting the potion on Azshara's side, so he didn't know much about the more important records of the scenery and characters in Lenburg. Fortunately, he went straight to Fenepot. go.

Although Furen used the 'wind blowing' trick to create a special spell for rushing the road, after all, Furen's path is only a potion path that is not physically outstanding, so even if he has hurried for nearly a day, it is only just a few days. out of Lemburgshire.

Speaking of this spell, Furen glanced at the little breeze under his feet. Although it did not form that kind of air cushion, it was constantly removing obstacles that hindered his progress, and he also lost a little weight, so , Fren's speed is actually quite fast.

Don't look at this spell as mediocre. In fact, in the wild, the obstruction effect of obstacles is more powerful than the distance, and the bonus of this spell in terms of rushing is also beyond imagination.

Fren only saw a town at noon. Of course, the town is not that big, just a little bigger than the village.

Fren carried all his belongings all night, and crawled away. When he saw this town, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the sleepiness of staying up late was still there, it was more than the mental exhaustion caused by staying up late in his previous life. But not the same.

Of course, even if this era is just a town, it still has to have fortifications. After all, communication in this era is actually not developed, and in order to ensure that their city can be safe and sound, small towns will also have defenses.

However, Intis and Isaac did not set up fortifications. They seemed to be sure that they were safe and sound, and Furen didn't quite understand it, so they stopped thinking.

At the gate of the city wall, there was a group of guards wearing standard armor, but perhaps Lenburg hadn't fought with other countries for a long time, and the guards also brought them into the cave in twos and threes, playing cards and making noises.

And there were only two guards who saw Fren approaching, one looked like a soldier with impatience written all over his face, and the other was a new recruit with a childish and restless face.

Furen twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't say anything. He was pretentiously checked twice, charged the toll, and was put in.

Although the recruit wanted to check Fron carefully, the veteran tapped the recruit on the head impatiently, looked at Fren's luggage twice, and let him in.

This play also made Furen a little more energetic, instead of directly preparing to find a hotel and settle down for a rest.

Turning eight turns to the left, Furen walked along the streets, his ears moved slightly, he paid attention to the speeches of passers-by, and then turned to a more gorgeous food street.

The scattered stalls are located on the street, but compared to the more serious Azshara and Trier, they have a little more life.

Fren happened to be hungry, but his wallet was not too thin, so eating and drinking along the way can be said to be full of food and drink.

Speaking of which, the most surprising thing for Fren is that most of the snacks in this city are made of grains such as corn and sweet potatoes through fine processing. They taste very Chinese snacks, and even popcorn, but There's no sugar, so it's not too tasty.

After finding a hotel at random, Furen also put down his luggage and prepared to go out and sit in the bar for a while, by the way, to see if there was any fortune-telling business, and at the same time, he was able to record the humanities and customs here, and by the way, to digest the demons. Prepare for medicine.

That is to say, but in fact, when the sunset on the side of the day gradually dimmed, the more prosperous commercial street where Furen was eating gradually became depressed.

Even if he encounters a person occasionally, that person rushes away. Furen glanced at the shops on the street, and intuitively told him that there seemed to be something strange in it, but Furen still didn't want to join in the fun, so he didn't want to go to those bars, Wandering around in shops and the like.

There's no way, there's no way to go to the tavern, so I can only go to another street to go around.

However, this town is just a town after all. After walking around the other commercial streets, Furen found that only that street had the most people, and the other commercial streets were only half-dead.

Thinking of this, Furen had no choice but to go to a random pub and sit down.

Fortunately, there weren't too many customers sitting in the tavern at this point. Furen easily found a seat, ordered a glass of Markle beer and drank it~lightnovelpub.net~Fren also listened intently. Start bragging to the people around you.

Gradually, there were more people, and there were three or two more guests at the table where Fran was sitting, but these guests didn't care too much. After all, after a hard day, only the tavern is the only place for people to relax, so they took care of themselves. Talk and laugh.

However, Furen drank the beer like this without saying a word. Looking closely, he found that Furen's eyes were empty and did not fluctuate at all, but it was also strange, but it was someone else's business, but no one came. Ignore Fran.

Gradually, Fren gathered things he was interested in from the chats of the people around him. That street was called Vlad Street. This Marclay City is the most prosperous street, but recently it has been closed for some reasons. Gradually it doesn't work anymore.

The flow of people in the pub today seems to be full. Some people are standing in front of the bar to drink. At the same time, there are also guests who can't drink in Vlad Street and are scattered here. When they hear someone talking about Vlad Street, they pretend to be. Dressed as an insider, ready to frame a glass of beer.

It seems that the most astute guest didn't want to tell it in vain, but coaxed and said that he wanted a bottle of wine to share with his friends. The worst bottle of beer for them to drink.

It seems that many of the small and clever customers are overjoyed, and they babbled without waiting for the beer to come. However, they were eloquent in the end. In the end, everyone in the tavern did not speak, and listened to him explain the reason.

The reason for the closure of the commercial street is not complicated, that is, dead people, but at first, only drunkards died, and then the owner of a hotel died, and yesterday it was even more serious. The son of a big merchant, the merchant and the city owner died. There's a bit of friendship, so it's starting to close down the entire street today.