The outside of the Demon Soul Clan's city looked extremely desolate. There was not only no fertile farmland for dozens of kilometers around, but also no decent defense facilities.

But once inside, there are two distinct worlds from the outside.

The scorching sun hung in the sky, and in the main city, cars and horses were passing by on the black brick and stone road, and the turbulence was endless.

Houses stand tall on both sides of the street.

From the lowest three-story building to the seven or eight-story high-rise buildings, you can see them everywhere.

Unlike the visual repetition caused by a single form of other races, at first glance, Somo was stunned to find no duplicates of Shan.

The people passing by were either small groups of various foreign races, or adventurers like myself who had just returned from outside the city.

Occasionally, there are a few human exploration teams mixed in with the crowd, talking and laughing in Mandarin.

Ignoring the slightly weird architecture and the various creatures of various shapes, this place looks no different from an ancient Chinese city.

It also has a diverse population and an extremely developed economy!

After giving way to the entrance to the city at the rear, standing on the side of the city gate, and looking at the developed scene inside, Somo was a little dazed for a moment.

Any first-tier city on earth would be ten or a hundred times more grand than this main city.

But in this wasteland, we can achieve this level.

It has fully explained how terrifying the enemy we will face in the new continent this time is!

"Hey, isn't this our Hal? He's back!?"

"Yesterday, I heard that you loaned nearly 50,000 contribution points. What's wrong? Does this look on your face mean that all the money you loaned was wasted?"

While looking around, an inappropriate voice suddenly sounded.

Fifth-level cards, as long as the restrictions on the imprint are in place, represent fifth-level combat power.

And in this main city of the Demon Soul Clan, there are only a handful of fifth-level ones.

Previously, Hal mortgaged his fifth-level card, which was a sensation and attracted the attention of others.

Sumo didn't know about this.

But in the eyes of others, his dull look looked like a gambler who took out a huge loan and lost it all.

However, I turned around to see the source of the sound.

Sumo couldn't control it and burst into laughter.

It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.

In the memory conveyed by the mark, Hal had deep resentment as to why he purchased the third-level dwarf craftsman template.

Hal didn't even share this resentment and grievance with Turner.

Being able to spend a lot of money to buy two dwarf panels engaged in production does not mean that Hal is crazy and insane.

In Hal's own opinion, the seller described a falsely prosperous dwarf territory to him, which caused him to excitedly run over and find that the real thing did not match the picture.

But in fact, in Sumo's eyes.

This is a game!

One teamed up with all the dwarves in the city to set up a trap.

Its purpose is precisely the fifth-level card in Hal's hand!

"Russell, what does our loss have to do with you, you shameless reseller?"

"One day, I, Turner, will twist off your head and show everyone how dark your heart is!"

Before Somo could say anything, Turner stood up with eyes full of fire.

The Russell in his mouth is not a dwarf in his current form, but a kobold with flames oozing out of his body from time to time.

Judging from the power, the grade should start at least level three.

"Oh, our dwarf craftsman is angry. Oops, I'm so scared. How about we leave the city now, or simply go to the Death Arena to practice?"

Turner was so angry that he was shaking all over: "You"

"Okay, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful. Let's go. I just want to go to the Death Arena with you to exchange feelings!"

A relaxed voice suddenly sounded from behind Hal.

After seeing the owner of the voice.

Wow!

The scene became tense instantly!

One of them is a top level three expert who is over 1.7 meters tall and loaded with the pyromancer kobold template.

One side is only 80 centimeters tall, and he is a third-level ordinary dwarf who assists the dwarf craftsman in the forging profession.

The crowd that was still moving forward at the gate of the city wall suddenly slowed down a few times when the sound fell.

Then, he watched both sides draw their crossbows and draw their swords.

The scene became lively for a while.

Picking his ears, with a hint of disbelief, Russell said in surprise: "Dwarf Hal, wait, let me confirm, what you want to say is... Go to the Death Arena with me?"

"You, the third-level dwarf craftsman, want to fight to the death with my third-level flaming kobold warlock?"

"Hahaha, you old dog seems to have bad ears. I suggest you stop calling Russell from now on. It's more like calling Russell a dog."

"Don't argue with me. I'm sorry. We're not familiar with each other. Either fight to the death or get out now."

Standing on the axle, staring into the other person's eyes, the smile on Somo's face did not dim at all.

At the same time, in the ears of others, his arrogant words were like a strong big mouth slapped directly on Russell's face.

Show no mercy!

Level 3 ordinary reverse attack, level 3 peak.

The auxiliary professions challenge the main combat professions head-on.

From joking, to anger, to fear, and finally to calmness.

Russell's expression flickered again and again.

Finally, he glanced at the crowd beside him who had already begun to boo, and then looked at the monstrous confidence in Somo's eyes.

"I don't know what kind of bad luck you got out there, and you are so swollen now."

"But your opponent now is not me. I wish you good luck!"

After saying that, Russell left without looking back, not caring at all about the boos from the people next to him.

For a few seconds, he waited until the sound and shadow of the pyromancer kobold disappeared around the corner.

The eighteen mercenaries who had been confused before finally realized what they were doing, raised their crude weapons to the sky, and cheered.

When the people nearby saw this, they realized that this fight to the death was not going to happen at all, so they found it quite boring and quickly left.

After a while, the city gate became quiet again.

But at the same time, one of the so-called protagonists, the dwarf Turner, seemed to have lost his soul and sat in a daze in the car.

He signaled the mercenaries to drive the caravan to the homestead that Hal had mortgaged. After returning to the car, Somo sat down cross-legged opposite Turner.

"What's the matter, Turner?"

When the latter was called, he slowly twitched his lips and was unable to speak.

Overnight, or less than half an hour.

My brother has undergone earth-shaking changes, from his personality to his work style to how he conducts himself in the world.

Turner was almost certain that this man was definitely not the Hal from before.

But strangely enough, the mark didn't lie.

Turner understood very well that if the mark could be tampered with and inherited by them, then what would be the fate that the Demon Soul Clan would face.

Therefore, he is extremely conflicted now.

"Turner, what are you worried about?"

Turner trembled when he heard this: "I, I."

"Hal, you have changed. You have changed too much. You are a bit strange to me now."

"Even though my feelings tell me it's not a bad thing,"

Su Mo coughed and interrupted: "That's fine!"

"If I were still the same person I was yesterday, and you were still the same person you were yesterday, we would still have to face this damn situation, where our house would still be occupied by others with shameless means, and our fifth-level Thorn Treeman card would still be deceived by others.

Walk"

"Russell used shameless methods to defraud us of our trust. If I don't stand up, he will still bully us."

"It's time to change. Indulging in the past will only make us keep retreating. Only by looking ahead can we see the future!"

In the 20% of memories left by Hal.

Almost all of them feel guilty about Turner, the younger brother, accounting for a full 9%!

Back then, their parents were both fifth-level strongmen of the Demon Soul Clan. After the accident, he promised to take good care of his younger brother in the future.

I want to support my younger brother in the Demon Soul Clan.

However, ideas are ideas and strength is strength.

His brain limited his performance.

Now, in Soma's hands, he is affected by memories.

Unknowingly, he also had some thoughts of hating iron for not being able to become steel.

"You're right, you're right."
To be continued...