The brave man opened the coffin and rose

It was destined to be a busy night and early morning.

The town of Sweetleaf and its surrounding villages were preparing for a possible full-scale attack.

Kronos, Hiiragi, Sister Agatha, and the blacksmiths and sugar factory workers who were working overtime had hardly any rest while carrying out production and practice continuously.

The Lizardmen held meetings one after another, and the news that Great Elder Paospa was leading the army in person made many people extremely uneasy.

Although many people are still asking why not fight, if the people above don’t make mistakes or get captured or humiliated because of the fighting, how can those below rise?

But when Great Elder Paospa announced that the war would begin and he would lead the army personally, they began to worry again.

No way, is this such a big deal?

Everyone wants to climb up, but the difficult situation of the Dragon Slaying Tribe and many alien species in the Eastern Wilderness tells them that if something happens to Great Elder Paospa, this position will become a hot potato where whoever comes up will die.

Therefore, although he could fight, Great Elder Paospa could not lead the army in person.

To put it bluntly, they don't have the scale and courage to launch a full-scale attack on the North, but they do have the ability to make money and get promoted by launching an attack.

Just don't pin them to the top hot plate.

But for Great Elder Paospa, everything he did was not for the glory of the lizardman race.

It is certainly good to be able to open up more living space, but the hearts of those in power should not be allowed to be pried into.

Reopening the war would inevitably cause the rebel elements within the tribe, who had not yet been fully controlled, to become restless.

If I continue to stay in the base camp as usual, those rats will never be caught.

Only by pretending to be stupid, innocent, and honest, and doing foolish things like leading the army in person, can he see more clearly.

"That's it, no need to say more."

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On the east side of the capital of the small kingdom of Wommza, Abes and a group of wizards survived the disaster.

What saved them was the thick vine that had just grown in the hands of the druid Anivia.

As a druid, it makes sense to carry some seeds with you.

They clung tightly to the thick vines that Anivia had grown and quickly climbed up to the top of the deep well.

It’s not that Abes was unwilling to perform the feat of running around the inner wall of the deep well again, but because the time for the second rage was over, and now he really couldn’t replicate such a difficult move.

And what about the mages?

Flying seems to be a good choice if you think you have too much magic power and don't die fast enough.

Not to mention that they had already consumed a lot of magic power in order to deal with Abes, and the four-element wall they created at the end squeezed out the last bit of magic power.

Even if they have enough magic power, not everyone can fly.

Dancing in the air has always been a difficult task.

Moreover, even if there is enough magic power, everyone will, and the huge figure in the center of the deep well, vomiting black liquid in large mouthfuls, is still there.

Be careful or someone might slap you to death like a mosquito.

I used the grass rope that had grown from the druid above to climb up. It was a little awkward, but stable.

Abes, who was at the front, saw that something was wrong and swung his sword with a vibrating energy.

The mages behind can also squeeze out a little magic power and add a protective spell of [Clear Mirror and Still Water].

I never thought that the life magic invented to avoid rain would be so useful one day.

Only after everyone reached the top of the deep well did they breathe a sigh of relief.

The magic of nature emanated from Anivia's hands once again.

"Can't that black liquid produce undead creatures? Let me check it out. If there is any abnormal magic power, I should be able to clean it up on the spot."

Anivia activated her magical senses and tentatively placed her palms close to Abes and the others.

Abes and most of the mages are still safe for the time being.

But when he touched one of them, with the induction of natural energy, a strong smell of corrosion immediately came to his face.

Anivia's brows also frowned slightly.

"I can clean up the ones inside my body for now, but... they are gradually polluting the surrounding land and air." Anivia pointed to the bottom of the deep well, and there was a hint of worry in her voice.

“Where did they go?”

"The east gate of the royal capital."

"East Gate?!"

After further inquiries, Abes and Anivia finally realized that they had skipped the long distance from Sweet Leaf Town and arrived directly at a place very close to the royal capital?

Bad thing!

Abes's expression froze. With such a huge gap, how were they supposed to get back?

Sweetleaf Town is not an impregnable city. As long as General Paddy looks back or the Lizardmen look north, Sweetleaf Town will not be able to hold out for long.

He realized that if he couldn't get back to Sweetleaf Town in time, whatever happened there might be a huge threat, and the land he had acquired with great difficulty might fall into disaster.

While Abes was lost in thought, the mages over there looked at each other in bewilderment.

They came here to deal with the undead creatures, but they didn't expect that not only were the number of the undead creatures so large and difficult to deal with, but even the black liquids were not easy to deal with.

They knew that once such pollution spread, it would bring endless disasters to the entire region.

After that, the capital may no longer be qualified to be the capital.

They urgently need to find a solution to eliminate this evil force at its source.

Holy power is needed...

But, gods behold, this is the North.

In a land frequented by demons and devils, priests are extremely scarce.

Faced with the current predicament, the mages were filled with anxiety and helplessness.

The leading robed wizard pondered for a moment and suddenly thought of a possible solution.

He turned around and said to the wizards behind him, "We need to find holy power to fight this evil. The only holy thing in the capital should be the statue of the ancient hero."

"Grigor Stovein, one of the heroes who fought against the Dragon Sundering in ancient times, is said to be an Asmoan. He is a glorious and righteous paladin."

"It is said that the base of the statue is a holy stone that can drive away evil spirits and purify pollution."

After hearing this, the mages nodded in agreement.

They urgently needed a means to eliminate the evil forces, and the statue sounded like a reasonable choice.

Beside them, Abes also shuddered.

The... statue of an ancient hero in the royal capital?

It's what Kronos said, the blessing of Holy Blessing!