San Calendar 1358, Amos Icefield, Orc Kingdom.
There seemed to be no four seasons here. There was only one season on the icefield, and that was winter.
On the cold and desolate icefield, there were still a large number of Northern Orcs, and here, Istan City was the last city in the Abyss Icefield. If one went further, it would be the end of the Alen Continent.
This city with a population of less than 20,000 relied on hunting various magical beasts, animals, special magical plants planted on the icefield, and the sea to survive.
There was no airship dock in the city that should be in the Magic Crystal Era. There was only a dilapidated steam train station. There was only one steam train arriving here every month. There were no various popular alchemy facilities in the city. There were only three simple large alchemy boilers that provided heating in the city.
There were also the three steam-powered wagons of the Elias Chamber of Commerce and an old magic transceiver in the meeting hall. Only some wealthy families owned some simple alchemy tools, such as alchemy furnaces, magic tunes, and other gadgets.
"Compared with Primonius, we are like people living in ancient times!"
"There are no theaters, no cafes, no banks, no dance halls, a few shops on the street have nothing, and they are extremely expensive!"
A girl who looked a little exotic followed behind her sister with a face full of dissatisfaction. The two of them were riding four Snow Bears, dragging a sleigh and two large boxes.
Inside were fish that had just been caught from under the ice. Among them, there was a special top-level ingredient, blue swordfish, which could only be found in the Dead Ice Sea. It was enough to sell for a high price.
Both of them were wearing thick winter clothes, furry hats, and leather gloves. The one walking in front was the elder sister, Helen, and behind her was the younger sister, Agatha. Although the two of them looked exotic, their beastly characteristics were not too obvious. They were not much different from ordinary humans.
After more than a thousand years of hybridization and integration of the Orc race, most of the Orcs did not have too obvious beastly characteristics, except for some occasional atavism.
The younger sister, Agatha, was like a leopard. She was full of energy and vitality when she moved and jumped. She couldn't stop even for a moment. Even though she was on the sleigh, she was still shaking her buttocks and chattering non-stop. She looked like she couldn't settle down no matter what. On the other hand, the elder sister was very quiet and always had a smile on her face. She looked bright and warm.
"I think Istan City is very good. It's our hometown. Everyone is very good. Although it's a little backward and poor, everyone is very happy!" Helen said with a smile, as if she was really full of happiness as she said.
On Helen's neck was a transparent bead. No one knew that it was the legendary Diana Pearl, but at this moment, the Diana Pearl was transparent and didn't have a single trace of light.
Only people without any wishes would have this transparent color. If Lu Zhiyu were here, he would be surprised to see someone without any wishes or prayers.
The two followed the sleigh pulled by the Ice Bear to get close to Istan City. They saw a figure from afar, walking step by step on the snow toward the city. This person did not come by the monthly steam train, but he came on foot.
Their sleigh brushed past each other. Helen immediately saw his appearance clearly. It was a pig-man with a hideous face and obvious beastly characteristics. He looked a little fierce. At the moment, he was wearing a thin black cloak and walking in the snow.
"That man looks so scary!" Agatha said, holding her sister's waist in fear.
"It's wrong to say that about others!" Helen was angry and lectured her sister.
"What he's wearing is also strange. Who would wear such clothes nowadays, especially in the depths of the Amos Icefield? But I heard that the important figures of the Church and the Professionals all like to wear ancient robes and clothing."
"Maybe he's a traveler who lost his way while exploring the Amos Icefield!"
"Anyway, he's really a weird person!"
Bart, who was walking in the snow, raised his head and looked at Istan City in the distance. His ugly and ferocious face and mouth twitched, "We're finally here!"
He looked at Istan City. Istan City had no city walls, no Wizard Tower, and no enchantment that only big cities had. There was no permanent priest group and Holy Knights in the city, only a small team of Holy Knights.
Except for some main public facilities, most of the civilian buildings were small buildings of two or three stories, covered with dark brown tiles. This was a remote city that couldn't be more remote. Even the gods seemed to have forgotten about this place.
This was a city at the end of the world, on the edge of the Alen Continent, but for Bart, it was the safest place.
"Here it is!"
There was a strange light in Bart's eyes. In his brown pupils, there was a green flame, and the Devil's Fire was burning. He walked toward the city, his heavy footsteps stirred up the snowflakes, he crossed the sloping snowy slope and entered the city.
Bart was a powerful level-four demon warlock wanted by the major churches. He had been wandering on the Alen Continent for more than three hundred years, and he had also been wanted by the major churches for more than three hundred years. The original reason was that he had killed an entire village when he had fallen into depravity and become a demon warlock.
Later, as more and more people chased after him, he fled and hid all the way. He continued to kill the Demon Hunters, Judgement Priests, and Knights of Light of the major churches. His notoriety also became greater and greater, and he was listed as the second most wanted person by the major churches.
After hiding in Primonius for more than ten years, the Arbitration Knights of the Faith of the Sun found him again. Bart, who had fled for more than three hundred years, had to fall into exile again.
But this time, Bart didn't want to escape anymore. He was ready to completely fall into the abyss, leave this world, and become an evil devil in the abyss.
He was ready to sacrifice to the great Lord of the Deep Abyss, Bartos, and become a Devil Baron under his command. This Istan City, which was located at the edge of the world, had no enchantments, priests, and Knights Templar. It was like a little girl without any precautions and protection, and it became his target.
He was even afraid of alarming the professionals of the Faith of the Sun, so he didn't take the steam train. Instead, it took him a full month to cross the Amos Icefield from the north all the way to this place.
"This isn't called cowardice, this is called following my heart! It's the instinct and intuition of a specialized escape expert who has been on the run for more than three hundred years and survived the pursuit of the strong people of the major churches! "Bart explained to himself.
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