RT5's altitude has lowered. It is not above a big city, but a grassland. The main reason why Chen Jing chose this place is that it is the entrance to the interior of the astral fortress. Although there is no key required for activation, RT5 has the password provided by Anna.
So it’s not difficult to get in.
I am not interested in playing with this civilization on the surface now. I need to explore the interior of this fortress as soon as possible. The second-generation civilization has been destroyed, so if there is anything inside, it is most likely an eroded monster that must be cleaned up.
"Messenger, the Silver Knights have assembled and are awaiting your dispatch. Low-level intelligent machines are useless against outer creatures." RT5 said.
Chen Jing also understood that messengers and silver knights only had order shields starting from this level, and would not be eroded by a single encounter.
Most of the time, ordinary intelligent machines will rebel instantly, which is very troublesome.
If Chen Jing's current psychological shadow of chaos were a number, it would definitely be around hundreds of thousands.
Shamils was upgrading, Fenrir was making a rune array for Zhanxing, and Yousha had disappeared somewhere. Chen Jing felt uncomfortable all over and could only wander around in the corridor.
(I was planning to write well today, but I ended up getting a cover with animal ears and an installation, and the two thousand words I wrote were gone Σ(|||▽|||). Honestly, I'm almost tempted to cancel this book, but I still have to see if the other one can succeed. Otherwise, it's all over. I'm truly sorry. Even though I haven't seen a single reader, I apologize. It wasn't my intention to cancel, it was a helpless move. I'm deeply sorry. For me, single-player writing is too brutal. I can't even see any hope. I revised the first chapter of the dual-opening book five times. Here's the second-to-last version. I will finish this book; that's my promise, but I also hope readers will read it. That's my wish. Speaking of which, I just hope that the hard work I've put in over the past few months has paid off. Some people tell me this book isn't bad, but I haven't seen any readers, so I'm skeptical. Are robots my final readers? How ironic! Hahaha. If I had made a different choice, perhaps things would be different now. Sigh╯﹏╰. Perhaps this is just how life is. I fall again and again, get up again and again, feel disappointed again and again, and finally become numb from the blow.)
This was a glass of wine. Bai Hua held it in his hand, but he stroked the patterns on the wooden cup without drinking it.
What was going to happen tonight required him to stay absolutely awake, as any negligence could cost him his life.
He has been staying in this hotel for two days.
"Of the Elves of the world forged three rings, of the Dwarves beneath the earth received seven, and of the mortals of old kept nine. In the shadow of Mordor lies the Dark Lord, who sits with the One Ring. The One Ring holds all the rings, the One Ring seeks all the rings. The Lord of the Rings draws all the rings, and holds all the rings imprisoned in darkness. In the shadow of Mordor lies the Dark Lord." This is the text from an ancient elven poem, and is the most direct description of the story.
Baihua's current location is Bree, a large village in the area, surrounded by small villages and forest farms. It's still just a village, far from the main human settlement. Locals say it has a long history.
The Bree people here all have brown hair and strong build, but they are not tall. They are very friendly. Although the well-intentioned Bree people are a little pedantic, they are kind. Their good deeds include providing shelter for a distressed ranger like Bai Hua. Of course, the innkeeper asked Bai Hua to tell some stories from far away.
In the past two days, Bai Hua had finished telling the story of the Ring of the Nibelung, which made him the most popular storyteller in the inn for a time.
This hotel used to be very prosperous, and you could hear all kinds of news here, but now it is not as popular as before, with fewer guests, and the road in front of the door is overgrown with plants.
Even so, this is the best place for those in the village who like to gather together and gossip, and it is also the first choice for rangers like Bai Hua to stay. This is the Prancing Horse Inn.
At first, Bai Hua chose this place more for safety reasons. It makes people feel at ease just by looking at it. It is located on the side of the avenue, and the second floor is connected to the slope behind it. The door is very grand and not stingy with lights. Most importantly, there are many outsiders here, so Bai Hua does not have to worry about being singled out.
In this way, even if there were enemies outside, Bai Hua could escape smoothly. In addition, there were many outsiders here, so a little information gathering would allow Bai Hua to gain a lot. The news of Mordor, the Black Knight, and Gondor were all obtained from travelers.
"Baliman! I went out and shot a deer today. I have money now. You can't withhold my drinks!" Bai Hua shouted. Although Bariman had waived his wages for two days before, Bai Hua still thought of a way to get some money. Although he was not a real ranger who could communicate with nature, he had his own methods.
A short and fat man with a bald head, red face and a white apron walked over and said, "Really? Why doesn't anyone let me be quiet for a while? Four hobbits just came, and dwarves came before. Also, you better be careful recently. I heard that there are strange people wandering in the wasteland outside." He put down the wine and food and hurried away again.
Although the boss doesn't look very heroic, his reputation is still trustworthy. It's just that his memory is a little unreliable. He actually forgot that Bai Hua owed him a debt. He is really an old man who is not trustworthy.
The hall was now full of all kinds of people. The boss and several servants were busy and dizzy. The fireplace was some distance away from the white flower, and several dwarves and humans were chatting by the fireplace. Bree people, local hobbits, and several dwarves were sitting on the chairs.
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