The warm autumn wind blew through the Ulreise Mountains, along the Zanlaga Swamp, and across Solitude City.
This was a city with a sad history. The name Solitude City seemed to tell people everything it had experienced. This was an ancient city that had existed for hundreds of years. It was not as prosperous as Whiterun, but it had never been broken down. This was the missionary area of the God of Knowledge. Their doctrine believed that scholars should be used to enduring loneliness. Bearing this loneliness was to pass on knowledge, to pass on all the valuable books and knowledge of any race or civilization in the long river of time.
This city was far away from the flames of war.
It was not just the reverence for knowledge, but also because there were many powerful scholars of the neutral camp here.
Knowledge was power.
Countless books were kept in the tower of Solitude City. In addition to poetry, literature, history, and legends, there were also many knowledge of magic, alchemy, arcana, and so on. As long as these scholars could collect and preserve it, they would copy, repair, and complete it as much as possible. Finally, one book after another was stored in the tower of Solitude City. No one knew how many books and literature were kept in the tower. They only knew that this job had existed for hundreds of years. These scholars could even be rewarded by the God of Knowledge after submitting new books.
This used to be the favorite place of adventurers.
Because although the God of Knowledge was not powerful, he was a generous god. It seemed that for this god, he did not care about anything other than knowledge. Ancient documents from underground ruins could be sold here for a high price. Even broken and simple inscriptions could be exchanged for a good profit.
This was the city with the highest literacy rate in the material plane.
Once, the God of Knowledge wanted to promote enlightenment books, but because of the productivity of the entire plane, all of his plans failed in the end.
Solitude City was like a scholar living in seclusion.
There was no bustling trade here, nor convenient transportation. People had been living a peaceful life, like a group of hermits busy with their mission.
However.
Recently, some things had disrupted the peace of Solitude City.
With the flood in the southern area, the lizardmen expanded their territory along the river. It was said that the god they served had made a move, and during this time, many lizardmen tribes had united.
Solitude City was also a little affected.
The overflowing river submerged the farmlands, and displaced civilians gathered outside the city. The appearance of the refugees provided an opportunity for some evil people. In addition to the shadow of the Cult of Fear, there were faint traces of devil activity here.
The boundaries of the plane were getting weaker and weaker.
It seemed that the devils could always find a way to appear in the material plane. The believers of the God of Light were now somewhat exhausted from running around.
"Is this the parish of the God of Knowledge?"
A young Magus came to the front of the city gate. He looked at everything in front of him and seemed a little disappointed. He murmured, "I thought this would be another Magus City, but I didn't expect it to be so ordinary! … "
He was used to the prosperity of the South Coast and felt a little disappointed in this city.
"The secret of knowledge is not preservation, but creation and discovery."
The middle-aged nun standing next to him smiled. She had an arcane aura around her. She was a wizard and a priest. She shook her head slightly and said, "This place still lacks a little vitality."
"Angelina."
"What are you looking at? Come here quickly! "
A group of carriages passed by them, and the coachman carefully glanced at the insignia on the other party's chest. He bent down slightly and cautiously passed by them to avoid bumping into these people of extraordinary status.
Some of them were wearing the emblem of the Silver Moon Church, and some of them were priests who served the Silver Moon Lady.
"Ah!?"
A clear and melodious voice of a young girl was heard. Then, a delicate and pretty young girl walked over, somewhat at a loss as to what to do. She muttered, "It's nothing! … Nothing! I just felt a little absent-minded just now. "
The middle-aged nun smiled and stroked her long hair. She said softly, "Silly child! Everything has passed. "
"You are the one favored by the Silver Moon Lady."
"The Silver Moon Lady has been watching over you silently. No one can hurt you! … "
The girl seemed a little shy. She nodded slightly and did not speak. She just looked at the alley before leaving, vaguely feeling something.
In the alley.
A man with a gloomy face was looking over here. He frowned and murmured, "The Son of Fear has been found!"
"But the target is actually a believer of the Silver Moon Lady."
"No."
"This matter must be reported to the priest first! … "
On the other side.
A team was also moving towards Lonely City. The leader was a middle-aged man with a cold face and murderous aura. He looked like an executioner.
He frowned and looked at the river not far away. He whispered, "Miss."
"There is a lizardman scout behind us that has been following us for a long time. Do you want to send someone to kill it! … "
After a while.
A clear child's voice came from the carriage in the middle of the team. It said calmly, "Don't worry about it. These lizardmen are not worth our time. "
The middle-aged man responded, "Yes."
The team continued to move forward quickly. It could be seen that this team was well-equipped. The guards on the left and right were all good fighters. There was even no shortage of high-grade professions with rich combat experience.
Lonely City had appeared in front of them.
All of a sudden.
There was a strange energy fluctuation in the carriage, followed by a clear child's voice, "Stop."
"We are not going to enter the city today."
"Order everyone to camp outside the city and be on guard."
The team quickly moved.
It could be seen that they cooperated well and carried out orders very efficiently. The Rogues sent out soon found a suitable place to camp and not easy to be attacked. The hidden sentries also began to set up alert traps around.
"There is a Son of Fear here!"
In the carriage, Vivian, who was wearing a delicate black princess dress, showed an excited smile at the corner of her mouth. She seemed to be talking to herself, "Vivian! Let's go and kill him! "
There was a short silence.
The little girl then said to herself, "Lillian. The battle between the Sons of Fear is over. "
"I can feel that the other party is not hostile."
As if feeling unhappy, the little girl pouted and said with some interest, "There are only enemies between the Sons of Fear and no friends! If we don't kill him, maybe he will want to kill us? "
"Forget it."
"Let's finish the business first. This Son of Fear is very weak. It should not be a threat to us."
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