"You're welcome. That's all. Come on, study hard. The future depends on you."

The soldier showed a bright smile. He was about 18-20 years old, with a shallow scar on his neck. It seemed that he had experienced war. Now he was doing his work here meticulously.

Although it was an ordinary sentence, Loran Hill felt a warm feeling. She agreed with a smile and followed the crowd into the tall city.

The streets in the city are extremely spacious and can accommodate about 8 carriages running side by side. After passing through the nearly 100-meter-long inner wall and city gate, the scenery in front of you suddenly opens up.

Light red, dark brown, and pale yellow buildings lined both sides of the street. The first floors were filled with a variety of shops, decorated in different styles. Some sold fruit, some sold clothes, and some sold daily necessities. Their styles and colors were diverse, and Loran Hill had seen many of them in Uberley.

The streets are filled with noisy hawking, conversations, bargaining, footsteps, and animal roars. Here you can see people of all kinds of clothing and races.

There are winged girls with folded wings, orcs with big curved horns on their heads, elves with pointed ears and bows and arrows, and falcon knights wearing veils and carrying sabers at their waists.

Some of them came here as guests and travelers, while others were merchants or mercenaries who came here specifically to buy and sell things.

Various dialects and languages ​​are mixed together, making it both lively and prosperous.

"Extra Edition, Extra Edition~" A newsboy around 16 years old was waving a newspaper in the air. The thick stack of paper was printed with a lot of text, mixed with a few pictures, and gave off a scent of ink.

"Frost Rose has sent three golem legions north to deploy on the border with ulterior motives! General Saige is leading his troops south, and Krassia's second recruitment drive is about to begin."