"So, are you sure you are here?" asked the tall man in the lead suspiciously. The young man standing opposite him looked gloomy and pale, his cheeks were thin, and his tall figure was slightly hunched at this moment.

The young man was Zhuojia, who brought a group of people to the extreme north again. The group was wearing two-piece short robes and feetless leggings, a wide-brimmed fur hat, a cotton coat that protected the cold, and a long leather boot. This was obviously prepared.

Zhuo Jia nodded and said, "Of course, sure, the last time Shanzhu appeared was here." He stared at Longbone Mountain not far away and continued, "Frodi was alone in the end and died in this Longbone Mountain. Shanzhu must be with her."

The leader seemed to have doubts and asked, "So, how do you make sure that those half-elves did not take the mountain pendant away? Also, the mountain pendant is a weapon made by giants. So, how can we take the giant axe that may weigh more than a dozen people?"

Zhuo Jia's terrifyingly thin face appeared. When he was still in the imperial capital, this smile often caused the noble woman sitting in the carriage to go to the theater to cover her face and laughed with a fan. But now his smile was like a mummy. He said gently: "Don't worry about this. After all, I was the first wizard of the imperial capital, so naturally there is a way."

Hearing this answer, the leader nodded with satisfaction and said, "Then, the dragon bone belongs to you, and the mountain fall belongs to us." His accent was quite strange. He was obviously a person who lived in the northern part of the empire for a long time, but he called himself "we" like people from the small countries in the southernmost part of the mainland. His mouth habits that he must add whenever he spoke also made Zhuo Jia uncomfortable.

But he now needs the help of the raiders, so he didn't say anything.

After Zhuoga escaped from the far north, he fell near the Dragon Bone River because he was exhausted. The villagers in the small village there saved him. Through the villagers' mouths, he learned the legend nearby: the famous daughter of dragon blood lived in this Dragon Bone Mountain. When Zhuoga was still in the imperial capital, he also heard the story of Frodi. Compared to the various stories that people talk about, he was more interested in the giant axe belonging to Frodi - "Mountain Desert". He wanted to know how Frodi could kill countless dragons alone with just one giant axe.

He found the answer in the vast volumes.

The mountain pendant is the last weapon created by the giant clan and the only weapon left by the giant clan. They put all the gifts given by the gods and all the weapons in the clan into the forging furnace, and finally created the mountain pendant. They wanted to use this to reverse the fate of the giant clan's destined to die. However, their demise was not because of their weak strength, but because they were stuck in the atmosphere of the mythological era and worshipped dead gods, thus gradually being abandoned by the world.

Zhuojia believes that the mountain fall can help him return to glory. It is a nearly invincible weapon. The seventh level of God's Forbidden Rule makes its holders impeccable. Even if you can only unlock the first ban, you can gain an absolute advantage.

However, Dragon Bone Mountain is not a small hill. He didn't know when he would find it with his own strength, so he found the robbers who were always active in the northern border of the empire.

It is hard to describe what kind of people the robbers are, they are thieves, they are mercenaries; they kill people like a scattered, they are righteous; they are notorious and admired by them all. If they can, Zhuojia also hopes that he is now leading the disciplined imperial guards of the Plainno, rather than such a group of mixed people. But he has no choice.

He kept asking the locals about the looters, and some people happily told him everything they knew; some people were hesitant to say that he would give some benefits. However, more people, after hearing the three words "looters", were so scared that they were pale and were about to escape in a panic. Zhuo Jia had to use magic to subdue them, coerce and tempt them, and let them say everything they knew.

The robbers are only active in the northern border. Because the northern border of Plano is close to the extreme north, it is swept by wind and snow for more than half a year, so it is sparsely populated. At first glance, there are large wastelands. The nobles who were enfeoffed here are often descendants of the enemy who surrendered during the war, or civilians who have made military achievements in the war for the past three hundred years, far from the political center of the imperial capital, and far from the neighboring countries. They live with the people of their territory in the castle made of huge stones. The civilians live in the castle, and the nobles live in the inner castle with his servants. The castle is usually built near minerals, and they survive on iron and silver mines. The annual holy ceremony is also the time when they trade with other regions in exchange for supplies for the whole city for one year.

Some people were unable to live in the castle. They built scattered villages, planted potatoes and stocked livestock on the days when the ice and snow melted every year, and then went to the forest to collect cold-resistant berries and some edible ferns. This was their livelihood for a year. At other times, most people would sit in the taverns on the border for an afternoon to listen to the boasts and anecdotes of the wanderers.

The raiders stayed in such taverns, where they drank wine when they had no business.

The tavern that the raiders often visited was called the "wanderer's tavern" at the junction of several noble territories. It is said that the history of this tavern is longer than that of the Plano Empire. During the war and turmoil, it was remote and worthless, and it was not affected. Later, aristocrats were constantly enfeoffed here and had some serious frictions with the local indigenous people. About two hundred years ago, the boss left the tavern and ran away. After six or seven years, he returned, and brought a wife and two children. The family carefully repaired the dilapidated tavern with wood and stone, and hung flags. The tavern was passed down from generation to generation. I don't know when it started, nor what generation it is now.

Those who come here are often wanderers, minstrels, merchants selling gadgets, many fugitives from the empire, down-and-out pirates from the coast, and victims who floated over from which continent. Therefore, there is nothing strange about the robbers here. These mixed people drink together here, but they are actually well-behaved and never had any trouble.

When Zhuojia walked into the tavern, it was not like an ordinary tavern. It was neat and clean, everything was well organized, and the store was much larger.

The boss was sitting on the bench near the door wearing a wide-shoulder coat. When he saw a guest coming, he came up with a gentle smile and said, "Welcome to the Wanderer's Tavern. We only sell wine here and do not provide food for food. By the way, my wife likes peace and hopes that you are not here to make trouble. Fighting is prohibited here. This is a rule, and I hope you remember it." He is not tall, he looks very young and handsome, with sparse stubble on his chin, just like the handsome man who mingles on the streets of the imperial capital and relies on sweet words to ask for some cheap goods from the hostess at the market. He is handsome and frivolous. But he said seriously that his wife does not like fighting and causing trouble.

Zhuo Jia looked at him in the counter, and the hostess was pouring wine and then brought it to each table. She was thin and quiet, with an ordinary appearance, and was not matched with her romantic husband. The people in the tavern laughed, verbally yelled, gawked at each other, and quarreled with the girls she brought, quarreling about the spoils, but no one touched his weapon.

Zhuo Jia sneered in his heart and said, "Can you stop me what I want to do?" But he still had a gentle and polite attitude on his face. He asked politely, "Are the robbers here?" The boss was stunned for a moment, then smiled with clarity and said, "I'm here to discuss business, they are in the compartment inside."

The raiders were taciturn, drinking quietly, sipped one by one. There were only a few people in the compartment laughing, and the young leader hugged two young girls and played. The girl was not beautiful, but only pretty. She looked like a local dress, and she also combed her usual messy hair with her fingers and water to refresh her. The older one seemed to have seen such a scene, snuggled in the man's arms, rubbed her plump breasts intentionally or unintentionally against the man. The other one looked just adult, sat aside with restraint, trying to squeeze out a charming and pleasing smile on her childish face. She seemed to have just come into contact with this and didn't understand what expression to use to make the man moved.

The leader raised his head, looked at Zhuo Jia who appeared at the door, tilted his head, and asked in confusion: "So, is there anything you have to ask us for?" Zhuo Jia's face immediately appeared with a false and enthusiastic smile. He said, "I am Zhuo Jia, and I want to hire a robber to do something." The leader couldn't help but let go of the girl, looked at Zhuo Jia in surprise, and looked up and down. He said, "Then, we know you, you are the first mage. Then, how could the first mage ask us to do something?" Zhuo Jia did not continue, he glanced at the two girls, and the robber understood. He grabbed two handfuls of coins from the bag behind him and gave them to the two girls, waved his hand, and said, "Then, you go first, we have business now." The girl was overjoyed when she saw these coins, and hurriedly put them into the close-fitting bag,

Zhuojia said the wording made in advance. He said that he had been removed from his position as the First Mage and was currently wandering around and was in poverty. He wanted to dig the dragon bones of Dragon Bone Mountain and make a fortune. In order to make what he said trustworthy, he has not eaten much in the past few days and has made himself look down.

The raider was puzzled: "Then, you are so poor that you are going to risk digging the keel. What kind of reward will you pay? Half the keel? Then we can never take you to dig it yourself." Zhuo Jia took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and said to him: "The reward I give you is mountain fall!"

The silent raiders stopped drinking, expressionless, stared at Zhuojia without saying a word. Zhuojia was so shocked by the strange atmosphere that he dared not say anything. After a moment, the leader drank the wine in the glass and said, "Then, we agree."

The raiders took the weapons and some tools needed to dig tunnels, followed Zhuojia and walked towards Longbone Mountain. The ground was a little uneven. A group of birds suddenly became alarmed in the coniferous forest. However, Zhuojia didn't care and thought it was a beast like a white bear to come out to find food. However, the raiders grabbed him and shouted to his subordinates: "Ten steps back and lie down!" Then, before Zhuojia could come back to his senses, he pressed him to the ground.

The earth suddenly trembled violently. The Dragon Bone Mountain not far away shook and suddenly burst open. Countless ice rocks fell down. The ice rocks were huge and hard, and if they were hit, they would definitely be crushed to pieces. Zhuo Jia groped out his staff and prepared to cast his protective shield. The robber also stretched out his hand to prepare to cast his magic.

But the ice rocks stopped in mid-air, and then fell rapidly as if they were controlled by something, falling to the original position of Dragon Bone Mountain.

Zhuojia tried his best to open his eyes and wanted to see what was going on. The raider on one side discovered it first, and he exclaimed: "Dragon! It's a dragon!"

A huge black shadow hovered in the air, and its wings were cut by countless holes by the gravel flying in the air. The blood had solidified before it could drip. The tip of its left wing was shorter, and it seemed to be folded after careful look.

Zhuo Jia's expression became colder and colder. He recognized the dragon. Although he had only seen its semi-finished form, he would never admit his mistake.

"Gar, No!" He squeezed out its name from his teeth, or, in other words, his name as a human.

Attached news: I modified yesterday’s one, but the later yesterday was too bad.
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