Noland, the Dwarves' underground city.
After Nogus arrived at Noland through the Sin Devil's portal, he saw an attendant greeting him at the exit.
The attendant enthusiastically gestured for Nogus to sit on a magic machine made of steel.
Nogus had heard of this thing before. Humans named it the 'magic car'. It was said that it was a hundred times faster than horses and had much more endurance than horses.
However, in the harsh terrain of the Frost Plains, the speed of this magic machine was not even faster than horses. It might not even be able to maintain its operation.
That was why Nogus had always been dismissive of things created by humans.
The Sin Devil's teleportation ability could not be used on the surface of Noland. Due to time constraints, Nogus had no choice but to bring a Chaos Devil guard and the caster to sit in the magic car.
The attendant driving the magic car drove all the way to the surface of Noland. Not long after the magic car reached the exit to the surface of Noland.
"Stop!"
Nogus ordered the attendant to stop the magic car by the side of the road. Then, he pushed open the door and walked out of the magic car.
"What's wrong, Your Highness Nogus?"
The attendant was a demon under Black Pigeon, so he was a little nervous when he greeted Nogus.
"Is the surface of the human world above us?"
Nogus rubbed his eyebrows. He was injured and his body was weak. After sitting on the magic car, he felt dizzy and nauseous.
This made him very uncomfortable.
"Yes, Your Highness Nogus," the attendant said. "I can be your guide."
"Don't care about this magic machine. Just walk."
Nogus gave another order.
He would not feel uncomfortable riding a warhorse for thousands of miles on the battlefield. Even with his excellent horsemanship, he could not handle this magic machine … This made Nogus feel a little frustrated.
"General Nogus, this should be the exit to Squirrel Street. There is a station at the end of this street. There should be the horses you want there."
The man in blue who followed the team as a captive suddenly said.
The attendant was about to speak when he heard the man in blue, but he closed his mouth when he saw that Nogus was about to speak.
"You are one of the rulers of this city. You must be very familiar with it."
Nogus finally remembered that his captive was one of the seven sages of this city. If he appeared on the streets of Noland in handcuffs, it would cause chaos.
"I've been away from this city for a long time, but I watched it grow from a village to this glorious city. I think … there should be some changes over the years." The man in blue glanced at the magic car and said, "But I'm still competent as a guide."
The ruler of Noland? Hearing Nogus' description, the demon servant didn't dare to say anything.
Therefore, after their discussion, the attendant only dared to carefully follow behind the group of powerhouses.
"Squirrel Street is the street at the edge of Noland. It's also the street where all the dark things in Noland gather, but to General Nogus, these dangers are nothing."
The man in blue stepped onto the stairs to the surface of Noland. When he saw the sun shining into his eyes, he was about to sigh, "I'm back, Noland."
What entered his eyes was not the shabby and poor Squirrel Street in his impression, but a moving painting.
This huge painting was hung on the wall of a house, and an elf with short blonde hair was in the painting frame, putting a hat on his head with an elegant movement.
"Lanzese Clothing Shop, the most stunning choice of clothing in late autumn."
The man in blue remembered the name of this clothing shop. It could be said to be the largest clothing shop in Noland.
But why was there a painting hanging outside, and in the painting, there was an elf wearing clothes and posing in some … beautiful poses?
The next second, the elf in the painting disappeared, and in its place was a dark tavern. A short man was competing with a huge troll in strength.
The man was obviously unable to hold on under the pressure of the troll. When the man failed for the first time and the troll hit its chest to show off, he took out a bottle of potion and drank it.
The next second, the man's muscles bulged, and he pushed the troll against the wall of the tavern.
"Dorinke's Strength Potion, gives you the strength of a troll. Orange flavored on the market at the same time, excessive consumption is harmful to health."
The man in blue rubbed between his eyebrows. He also knew Dorinke, one of the famous alchemists of the older generation in Noland.
"This is the edge of Noland?"
Nogus also came to the street on the surface of Noland. Standing on the street, Nogus' first feeling was the word "prosperous".
On this street, Nogus could see almost all 'civilized creatures', whether it was humans, orcs, dwarves, or goblins.
"No … Squirrel Street wasn't like this before." The man in blue covered his forehead as he looked at the surrounding buildings. The posters and recruitment posters on the buildings made him feel like his two eyes were not enough.
He had already seen the changes that happened in Noland over the years, but … this change was a bit too drastic. It was like a different city … No, a different world!
"Where's the station?"
No matter what, Nogus was someone who had used the magic net. He had already seen the posters and posters on the streets of Noland on the spellcaster forum, so he was much calmer than the man in blue.
"Please walk this way."
The man in blue was glad that although the scenery on the street had changed, the surrounding buildings were the same as before. He could still vaguely recognize some of them.
The man in blue brought Nogus all the way to the loneliest station in Noland, but there was a square in front of the station.
There was also a large crowd gathered here. The desolate shops in the man's memory had reopened, and the square was bustling like the city center of Noland.
What caught the man in blue's attention was the statue of a hound erected in the middle of the square. There were many bouquets under the statue, and passersby would carry bouquets and place them under the statue from time to time. There were also people holding strange magic-guided machines that flashed at the hound statue.
What were they commemorating?
The man in blue searched his memory, but found that there were no hounds worth commemorating in the history of Noland.
But there was a statue and flowers. No matter how he looked at it, there must have been a hound who had done something great and then passed away.
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