At the same time, the Faceless's silt shell swept away the rest of the Templars, pushing the half-demonized creatures to their feet in a guarantically asphalt-like thing that flowed back and forth, and then hanged them one by one after the twelve doppelgangers had killed their prey and retracted it.

The litter of Tyrant-Toothed Rats was wiped out by the Black Sludge Guannard without much effort because of the mage's provocation, their corpses useless, and were thrown at random by the disgusted Faceless Ones on the side of the road, stacked haphazardly.

As for what to do with the scattered remains of rat corpses, Embarron Loslin didn't say much, and His Excellency Guannard didn't care, leaving them to fend for themselves, or to be digested by the omnipresent power of nature.

The two looked at each other and smiled, both agreed with each other, and tacitly rode their horses on the journey again. After they left, not long after, the honest coyote, which was still crawling on the ground just now, rushed over first.

The toothless rat that had just died was full of fat accumulated by eating too much high-nutrient and high-calorie plant tubers, which was originally used as a reserve for hibernation, but now I don't know who it has cheapened for nothing.

The smell of blood is as conspicuous to a carnivore with a keen sense of smell as a firefly in the dark of the night, and the coyote is the best example, and the other animals are tentatively approaching.

The flesh of the toothless rat is torn open by its sharp teeth, and its thick fat is beige, and it is the best food for a hungry carnivore that is forever hungry.

Of course, the fangless rat's large and sharp teeth and extraordinarily thick skull are relatively unattractive.

The carcasses of more than forty Tyrant-toothed rats joined forces to present the best feast of flesh and blood of the night for the animals roaming the wilderness, and apart from the occasional skirmish caused by scramble, enough rations to quell the strife between the competitors at the top of the food chain, they seemed to be quite harmonious, or at least friendly.

When Black Silt Guannard and Eun Lotlyn arrive in Little Rock, and the Magician knocks on the gates of Little Rock with a special pass, the feast of flesh and blood in the wilderness comes to an end, and the predators who satisfy their appetites are vigilantly exiting, and the scene of the mess is soon occupied by the last ant colony.

Because of the immedination of magic essence, this group of small things comparable to marching ants is a more effective means than nature's cycle of decay, even the hardest toothless rat large plate teeth, by their sharp palate, messy bones scattered on the ground, but also by formic acid corroded countless voids, containing the essence of life marrow, and with beige oil, are chopped up and taken away by the ant colony.

So a group of half-demonized creatures, Tyrant Tooth Rats, quietly disappeared into the cruel wilderness. Their flesh and blood essence circulates through the food chain and never disappears completely.

The survival of the fittest, this is the law of survival in the wilderness. However, there is one more rule that overrides it, don't mess with humans!

Meanwhile, Embarrence Roslin followed behind the Black Sludge Guannard, passed through the city gate opened by the concession pass, and slowly walked into Little Rock in the darkness of the night.

The straight city avenue, on both sides of the cobblestone road, are street lamps lit by magic elements, and the dim lights illuminate a small area, but when combined with each other, they can illuminate a long stretch of road, which can be regarded as a good scenery.

Guannard's return to Little Rock was like coming home, and she could feel his straight back relax visibly, and the terrifying chill on his body disappeared, and his heart suddenly understood.

Little Rock is a town developed from the abandoned Fort William, and although the lord family is still in control, the small lord family has transferred some of its power to loyal branches and even vassal families.

Among them is the Barton family, which has produced a master, not only building its own giant rock mage tower, but also controlling all the mage power of Little Rock.

Simply so, Master Benjamin Patton had a clear understanding of the order of the aristocracy, and never replaced the idea of the William family's lordship, but supported it from all sides.

It is precisely because there is a master magician who stands in the camp of the William family that the situation in Little Rock can be dynamically stable.

The government officials and tribunes who acted on behalf of the lords implemented a relatively relaxed policy, first of all, a low commercial tax, so as to attract the surrounding territories, large and small, and transport the surplus materials produced by the estates and small workshops to the shops in Little Rock, where they became commodities in the circulation channel and sold to the citizens who were willing to pay.

Losslin has long had a good impression of the thriving business under the protection of the weak lordship, believing that this is a kind of progress, and it is also a way of change, and believes that under the premise of no accidents, it can subtly influence many people, at least in the surrounding areas and territories with Little Rock as the core, and produce a rare exemplary effect.

However, the plantation-based manor economic system, self-sufficient internal circulation, and no violent social turmoil, will not completely collapse and disintegrate, and actively go to extinction.

"The productivity of the northern states, with the birth of the steam engine, has increased by leaps and bounds, and the factory owners have produced a huge amount of goods at all costs, filling every corner of the domestic market, but the profits they have made have been declining. They definitely want to open up new markets, and if they look at the whole world, what better place than the blank South. However, the southern aristocracy had long erected tariff barriers, secretly started a trade war, and refused all goods from the north. It is foreseeable that a pan-continental all-out war is inevitable. The key is to fight small or big. ”

Eun Lothlin followed the Black Silt Guannard along the north-south avenue in Little Rock to the legendary Megalith Mage Tower, a fortress-like five-story building made of countless large rocks.

"This mage tower, at first glance, looks like a carved tower at the core of the dock fort, each floor has large and small balconies, windows, skylights, and a few crossbowmen who are good at shooting are stationed in various places, so that they can defend this mage tower by natural danger alone, not to mention the spell defense system arranged in secret. There are prohibitions in the Dao Gate, there is an enchantment in Sanskrit, and inside the Mage Tower, even if there is no lock, at least there will be a curse prison. ”

The mage tower shrouded in night is like a beast crawling in the depths of darkness, always vigilant of the surrounding movements. One day, whether it is the lord of Little Rock, Viscount Jefferson William, or the ordinary citizens, they will be able to sleep peacefully.

With his extraordinary inspiration, Ron Roslin noticed that there were three basements under the Rock Mage Tower, and six energy pools on the bottom floor, and the surrounding magic elements were constantly attracted to them, differentiating into different elements, and then pouring them into the energy pools.

"At the top is a pool of positive energy like the sun, in the middle is a pool of earth, water, fire and wind, and at the bottom is a pool of negative energy that is as dark as an abyss...... Two pyramids are connected. ”

"In this way, Master Benjamin Barton, who claims to be an earth magician, is not simple, and he is ready to break through the shackles of the profession and become a full-fledged magician?"

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