Another World’s Versatile Crafting Master Chapter 282: Enemy attack

The Magic Valley is located between Garros and the Whispering Forest, along from Garros)] To the north, about forty minutes later, you can see a low wood, along the edge of this low wood, and then About a few kilometers ahead, you can see this rich and beautiful valley of Taobao women’s clothing, Tmall, Taobao mall, Taobao women’s winter jacket m......

It's just that the master of the Valley of Slaughter Demon has changed from the Emerald Tower to the Nest of Shadows. /

Under the winding mountains and between the verdant green grass, there is a patch of brown, panting, screaming, and constantly coming from the cave, accompanied by the dull sound of The magic valley has added a bit of cruelty. From time to time, several mine carts are pulled out from the entrance of the cave. The carts are loaded with heavy and heavy black ore. This is the most primitive way even in the Kingdom of Flange, where mining technology is seriously backward. Manpower to drag mine carts to transport ore.

"Hurry up, you **** slackers, you are delicious and lazy all day long. Are you still not enough to feed you with five copper plates a day? Dragging such a little ore will grind and choke, do I have to use a whip? Are you awake?" Several overseers at the entrance of the cave were walking back and forth, their whips in their hands were waving "pop". They were all the bottom members of the Nest of Shadows, comfortable tents, and easy patrols. Naturally, they were not in their turn. They are all treated as core members. Like them, the bottom members who have joined Time Ranwen Novel Network for less than three years can only accompany a group of slaves in the hot sun. The only privilege, I am afraid, can only be fiddling with their hands. Of the whip.

The yellow-faced and skinny slaves dragged the minecart hard, dripping drops of yellow turbid sweat on the green grass, and some simple furnaces were temporarily built in further places. They received orders. , Is to smelt the most mythril ore into mythril ingots in the shortest time.

Ronald is forty-five years old this year. His early desperate career caused him to lose an eye, but Ronald has never regretted it, because this eye was exchanged for control of the entire nest of shadows. Now he is standing on a sentry tower, looking down at the entire Demon Slaughter Valley with only one eye left. Under the torment of the scorching sun and the whip, slaves fall on the side of the road from time to time, some struggle to get up, some are no more Ronald has been watching all this coldly. For him, slaves are nothing but consumables. Their value is not even as good as a smelt mithril ingot. The only trouble, I am afraid, It can only be that the slaves die too much, which will delay the mining process.

"The recent output is still not ideal. I think we have to buy another batch of slaves. Well, the number of overseers should also increase. These free-eating guys are too lazy. They need more whips. Greet them..." Although complaining was on his lips, the tone of voice revealed unconcealed pride.

No wonder Ronald is proud...

As early as ten years ago, he had the ambition to expand the Nest of Shadows, but he was limited by the barren land. It was not until two months ago that the Demon Slayer Valley was captured, and he finally had it. Sufficient capital and huge production of Mithril ore have brought terrible profits to the Nest of Shadows. Maybe in the near future, he will have an elite fighting force armed to his teeth. At that time, what is Garros? My Ronald’s ambition is to extend the power of the Nest of Shadows to the entire kingdom of Flanders, even if the King passes through my sphere of influence, he must pay a protection fee...

"Ronald, don't be too happy. The real crisis is far from coming. You need to prepare for battle..." Standing Ronald is a deep, old man with an old voice. He was wearing a black robe, and his hood was pulled up high, covering a face tightly. Only in the shadow of the hood, a pair of eyes sparkled with sharp light from time to time...

"Hehe, my old friend, you are too careful..." Ronald's laughter spread far away, and one eye was full of pride: "If it was the emerald tower two months ago , I might still worry about it, but now, they don’t have the qualifications anymore. Grean is already a waste. Even if we burned the emerald tower on fire, he didn’t dare to climb out of his tortoise shell, knowing Oh, my old friend, that fat man is already scared, haha, he is scared, he is scared of the power of the Nest of Shadows, and even more scared of our mighty ally!"

"Emerald Tower Mage. Not only Grean..."

"Sorcerer? Are you kidding me. My old friend. You don't often tell me. In the magical world. Level is everything. A great wizard. You can easily kill dozens of wizards. .Now we have you, the Great Sorcerer, in our Shadow Lair. Unless Grean recovers his heyday power. Otherwise, the entire emerald tower. Who is your opponent?"

"Huh. Grean? What if he regains his strength. I am not really worried about him..."

"Oh?" Ronald was startled. One eye was a little surprised: "Could it be the Emerald Tower. In addition to Grean. There is another great wizard? My old friend. You can

Just kidding. If there is such a person. I'm afraid we won't have the chance to win)]+ right? "

"I don’t know if that person is the Great Sorcerer. But I’m sure about one thing. If we attack the Demon Slayer Valley. If that person is on the ground, we can actually take the Demon Slayer Valley. I am afraid it will pay a heavy price..."

"Is there really such a person?"

"En..."

The old man’s voice is very soft, but I don’t know why, Ronald always feels that his old friend’s voice always sounds a little gloomy.

"His name is Ferre."

"Huh?" The gloomy voice fell in his ears, Ronald was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly burst into loud laughter: "Hahahaha... my god, I thought you were going to say Who, it turns out that you were talking about the pharmacist in the Emerald Tower? Don’t be kidding, my old friend, yes, I admit that this pharmacist is very powerful. At a young age, he can make out Arcane medicine and madness. Wild medicine, but so what, he is only twenty years old after all. Even if he started to learn magic right after he was born, he is now at most the strength of a magician. With your greatness, you can use your fingers as much as possible. Turned to ashes, I said, what has happened to you recently? When you encounter a little setback, you start to become timid, even a 20-something boy you are afraid..."

Ronald’s words were very rude, especially the last sentence, which was barely ironic, but the old man seemed to have not heard it at all. He just looked at the distant mountains with his eyes for a long time. After that, he sighed slightly: "Ronald, you haven't seen that Ferre. You don't know how terrible he is. If it is another magician, I might tell you, no problem, he is not me. 'S opponent, but this Ferre is really different. I'm not sure, I'm not sure at all..."

"Why?" "Why?" The old man laughed suddenly, but the laughter was indeed a bit miserable, hoarse and astringent, just like the sound of two pieces of glass rubbing against each other: "Do you know I know, when this Ferre was only an eighth-level magician, he could already counter the suppression of my mental power, do you dare to imagine? An eighth-level magician, against the spiritual suppression of a great wizard, Rona De, you didn’t see it with your own eyes, you can’t imagine his horror..."

"Needless to say!" Perhaps it was because the old man's words were too direct. Ronald's voice sounded a bit rough, and he saw him firmly grasping the edge of the tower with one hand and his eyes fell on the rolling hills. Go up, there, is the only way to enter the Demon Slaughter Valley: "Even if it is really like what you said, that Ferre can compete with a great wizard, but what about it? Do you think that the emerald tower still has If you dare to come to the Demon Slaughter Valley again, do you think they really have the ability to take the Demon Slaughter Valley back? It's not my Rhone's big talk. If the emerald tower dares to come to the Demon Slaughter Valley again, I will eat this outpost... …Damn it!"

Before Ronald's voice fell, his eyes froze suddenly, and then he blurted out a rough word.

Because he clearly saw that just above the rolling mountains in the distance, a cloud of dust was rising. With years of experience, Ronald could see at a glance that this is definitely a team of thousands of people. Damn, it’s a **** of a life. A team of thousands of people came to the Demon Slaughter Valley. Don’t they know that this is the place of the Shadow’s Nest, breaking in without invitation is equivalent to provocation and declaration of war. ?

"Is it the emerald tower?" This thought just came out of his mind, and Ronald quickly denied it. Of course, this was not because he wanted to eat the tower, but because he believed ~IndoMTL.com~ The Emerald Tower can’t bring so many people. Look at this terrible number. Even if you can figure it out with your heels, this is definitely not something that an Emerald Tower can dispatch...

Not to mention the Emerald Tower, none of the forces of Garros can mobilize so many people.

Unless, they come together...

Thousands of thoughts flicked through Ronald's mind. He could no longer tell which one was the most likely to be. He quickly reached out a hand into his arms and found a magic beacon. , And at the same time pulled the lead on the magic beacon, and then saw a red flame "swish" up into the sky.

"Bang!" The red flame exploded in the sky, and in an instant, I saw a dazzling red light illuminating most of the Demon Slaughter Valley.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, bunnies, get out, get me ready for battle!" Ronald shouted hoarsely, spreading out from the guard tower, a large number of members of the Shadow Nest, one after another Coming out of the tent, most of their faces were blank and puzzled, and some even whispered: "Damn, in broad daylight, assault..."

Then they saw a brilliant flame.