Thousands of years ago, when a falling meteor plowed a burning mark of 150 kilometers long and fifty kilometers wide along the entire elf forest, this catastrophic accident guaranteed the future prosperity of the Mist Valley.

No trees could grow in the cracks left by the fall of the meteor, but when the residents of Mist Valley were clearing and farming here, they found that the land in the cracks was amazingly fertile.

Mist Valley is such a lucky valley.

Enemies such as Santir Fort and Sambia are blocked by other valleys or elves and occupy larger areas, as well as the best trading channels between Cormier and the Sea of ​​Moon.

It is precisely this reason that all the territories around the Mist Valley were occupied by the Dark Elves, Santalin and Yinhun City, but it was able to survive because of its own geographical advantages and became the last stubborn place in the valley.

The day after leaving Mokou Town, Brian stayed at Tivanton for a day. After learning about the specific details of how the consul of this city destroyed the forces of the Shar Temple hidden in the city, he left with confidence and set out towards the mist valley in the valley.

However, after arriving in the town of Mist Valley, he did not see the person he wanted to find immediately. Under the reminder of the guard, he learned that Storm Silver Hand, the leader of the Harpist Alliance, was in a refugee camp in the Mist Valley, and he took the initiative to ask a Misty Valley Knight to guide him to set out towards the refugee camp.

There is no doubt that almost all refugees here are civilians who fled from other places.

The camp was foul smelly and Brian almost vomited.

"His Excellency Brian, here is a mess, you shouldn't have come."

A Misty Valley Knight who was leading the way, frowned and said respectfully: "I think it's better to go back to the city and wait."

"It's okay." Brian shook his head slightly, refusing his kindness.

He naturally understood what the other party wanted to express.

Because this is not an ordinary refugee camp, the civilians who fled from Sambiya are more or less infected with the death plague that transforms undead creatures. Their final outcome is that they are either burned or transformed into unconscious undead creatures.

Of course, this doesn't care at all for Brian, who has a "natural barrier".

After all, these abilities can make him immune to any artificial or non-artificial means such as spells and divine arts, which will cause him to poison and disease.

"What does Ms. Storm do in the camp?" Bryan asked curiously.

"From the floating city of the ghost man destroyed the capital of Sambiya, the death plague carried out by the priests of Shar, destroyed the vast majority of the kingdom's army." The Misty Valley Knight said, "Even the civilians have not been spared. Ms. Storm is distributing food to the refugees who have fled here."

Upon hearing this, Brian nodded thoughtfully and continued to walk deep into the camp.

Soon, he saw the figure in front of him who looked like the leader of the harpist, Storm Silver Hand.

The lady rode on a silver horse, and the valley ranger surrounded her tightly in case the sick and the dying people were too close.

Fifty fully armed valley knights followed closely behind, responsible for escorting food trucks. The common point of these knights was their disgust for this mission.

In Brian's opinion, this is completely understandable, because most of the refugees here fled here from the commercial kingdom of Sambia.

The grudges between the valley people and the Kingdom of Sambiya, established by pirates, can even be traced back hundreds of years, and naturally they would not have any good faces to these people.

You should know that when Sambiya was not yet destroyed, the thing their merchants liked to do was to unite the Santalin Society to exploit and plunder the wealth of the valley.

This is like a young man who appeared on the land of the Heavenly Kingdom and received relief during a small day.

They can be imagined as a result, and they will even suffer countless contempt and disgust like rats crossing the street.

The people in the valley here not only had to set up refugee camps for them, but also had to use food to help them. If anyone else had to instinctively resist doing such a thing.

From a distance, Brian found the sick Sambians staggering behind the escort truck. Every few meters ahead, the "tail" behind the team was expanding.

Many people reached out to the harpist leader, or knelt in front of the convoy as she passed by.

"Mrs.," these refugees kept calling in the common words, "Ms., please...Mrs., please help my child. She is very sick... Give some food to the child... Please help her... Help me..."

The Sambiyans had nowhere to go, and were stranded thousands of them outside the thick walls of the foggy valley—men, women, elderly, children, little girls, and newborn babies.

Many people are infected with the plague of death and are hungry and unable to escape death.

The defenders of the Mist Valley did not dare to let them enter the city, so they could only do their best.

They sent doctors, priests, druids, and priests, but these clergy tried their best to slow down their deaths, and some of them were even infected.

Moreover, the idea of ​​isolating patients from healthy people has finally proven unrealistic.

The guards of the Mist Valley had forcibly separated the couple, mother and son, regardless of the cries of the Sambians and the kicks and thrown stones. However, a few days later, the patients died one after another, and healthy people would still be infected and the isolation was ineffective.

"This is a conspiracy in the city of ghosts." The Misty Valley Knights who followed Bryan said hatefully, "They deliberately allowed these civilians to be infected with the plague of death, and then opened the gap and drove them here. The purpose is to consume our living power."

Brian nodded slightly, not refuting his words.

Walking along the way, he had already learned about the specific situation of Mist Valley Town from the middle-aged knight with a beard.

But what surprised him was that the necromancers in the Ghost City were able to study such a significant effect on death plague, and even the priest's magical skills had little effect.

If this disaster had come to the Kingdom of Cormier, Brian would have no idea.

Moreover, the disaster has lasted for two weeks, and the priests of Mist Valley have not yet developed a potion to relieve the plague of death.

Brian vaguely felt that there might be other evil forces involved in it.

"It's becoming increasingly difficult for these damn refugees to feed them now." The Misty Valley Knight complained again.

"Ms. Storm is trying to raise food every day, but the number of refugees is increasing day by day. The food reserves of the Golden Wheat Monastery are shrinking every day, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to find people who are willing to distribute food. Many people who go to the camp fell ill when they come back, and some are attacked on the way back to the city. Yesterday, a truck was overturned and two escorted knights were killed."

In the complaints of the Misty Valley Knight, Brian saw the swollen children following the team, too weak or too scared to even beg.

Two women fought for a scorched bone. A 10-year-old boy stood and ate a mouse. He grabbed the mouse with one hand and held the sharpened wooden stick in the other to prevent others from catching his spoils.

Corpse was everywhere, Brian thought to himself that the tragic scene in front of him was even better than the Kingdom of Cormier, which was invaded by orcs two months ago.

He saw a man covering a black cloak and lying on the ground. When he rode his horse by, the cloak suddenly turned into countless flies. The thin woman sat on the ground and hugged the dead baby tightly.

Everyone looked at the leader of the harpist and shouted with strength: "Madam...please, Madam... wish you... to save us..."

Ms. Storm raised one hand, and the carts behind her stopped one after another, and the knights scattered to prevent the Sambians from robbing food.

As soon as the team stopped, the crowd flocked to the crowd, and more and more patients limped around. The knights stopped them and shouted, "Stop the team! Don't squeeze! Back! Back! Everyone has bread! Standing the team!"

"These supplies are left to the Misty Valley defenders." The Misty Valley Knight sighed:

"We are likely to face a long-term siege. The knights from Mis Zhuono may be able to suffer a lot, but they will never be able to retreat. If the floating city of the ghost is repaired, it will be a disaster for the entire valley."

"If you have to fight, I would rather stay in the city and let the ghosts of the ghosts try with the city wall first, but Sambi's refugees carrying the death plague came here continuously, eating the food we used to resist the siege..."

Hearing the Knight's complaint, Brian didn't hear it, he saw an old man spread out on the ground and moaning, staring at the dark clouds, and the leader of the harpist, Ms. Storm kneeled beside him, her sour smell made her frown.

But she used her hand to push away his dirty gray hair, sprinkled the holy water on his body, and asked the priest beside her to perform the magical purification technique.

The priests also joined in, separating the living and dead bodies, and then piled up the bodies.

In just a moment, under the action of the magical purification technique, more than a dozen fires had been ignited, and the black and greasy smoke columns rose straight into the ruthless blue sky.

"The plague of death is everywhere before the antidote is found." The Misty Valley Knight looked at the Smoke Column and said to Brian, "Here, hundreds of people die every day and are burned."

Brian looked at the harpist leader who was covered with stains and ashes, and led the priests to travel between the bodies and the living, constantly busying himself.

He knew that meeting them at this time was a bit inappropriate, so he said to the knight beside him, "Let's go, let's go back to Mist Town."

He turned his horse's head with the Misty Valley Knight, and while walking, he recalled the information about Ms. Storm.

Storm Silver Hand, one of the seven sisters in the Northland, the leader of the harpist, the bard, and the voter of Mistera.

She is the most famous of the seven sisters, a freedom-seeking adventurer, the person that all adventurous girls dream of becoming, and the object of encounters that all single men desire.

Many people were shocked by her appearance and personality when they first saw the storm.

The current storm is no longer risky like she was when she was young. Her harpists ally resided in the valley, and she had no time to go out for adventure due to her daily affairs of the harpists.

Like her sister Elaszow, the Storm is loved by the local people, and since she is not a ruler, people are more willing to get close to her.

People in the valley will be treated by storms when they are sick and will be helped by storms during the busy season.

The storm always smiles at people, and even the little kids in the valley regard her as their best companion, play with her and listen to her stories.

She likes to help others very much, and she is really happy to help others.

It is said that Cormier's premier king, Azene V, once asked his counselors about 'what the Storm wanted', and the answer he received was 'the love of all people in the kingdom', perhaps this is why storm is so popular.

At dusk, Brian, who was waiting in the hall of Mist Town, finally waited for the harpist leader who returned from the refugee camp.

This mature and beautiful woman was obviously washed and dressed up before meeting him.

She seems young, but mature and steady. Her fair arms and smooth face are smooth and flawless. Her bright eyes are bright and starry-like, her eyes are as gray as a cloudless night. She reveals rich knowledge and thoughts in her eyes, representing the vicissitudes of her life.

She wore a silver hoop between her silver hair, but her soft gray robe was simple and unpretentious, with only a belt made of silver leaves.

"Welcome to the valley as a guest, Mr. Brian, the Duke of Cormier." The Storm walked closer to him, stretched out his white right hand and showed a soft smile.

Upon closer inspection, Brian discovered that although the leader of the Harpist Alliance was hundreds of years old, the identity of the magic goddess voter made her face show no sign of decline.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The subtle crow's feet at the corners of your eyes will not only not destroy her overall beauty, but will also highlight her steady and mature temperament.

In this regard, he had to sigh that this most popular voter of magic goddess on the mainland is worthy of being the role of their players who are jokingly called "the most suitable for being a mature woman in a wife" and "the loosest belt voter".

Brian has only recently learned about some scandals about the harpist leader from Xisaiya, and even their players have not dug up.

When Cormier's royal wizard Sandra Kot was young, he was the lover of the storm. The two of them tried desperately to have a child, but after many attempts failed, they finally parted in disagreement.

Even Cormier's king Azene V had a unclear relationship with her. Because of this, Xisaiya's mother was even teased by some of Susal's nobles in person, "I guarded the empty boudoir for a long night and brushed the palace with her hair" to describe the romanticism of becoming the king.

It was precisely this reason that Xisia's mother ran away from home in anger and took her two children to Mokou Town to live.

As a result, the red dragon was raging, resulting in a catastrophic scene.

At the same time, Brian also understood why the female lord of Arab City claimed that she would never step into Susal again.

It is said that when the King of Cormier revealed his relationship with the Storm to the royal mage, the old mage did not care too much and claimed that the two had already broken up peacefully.
To be continued...