However, when a monster alliance enters the Kangland River region and demonstrates formidable strength, the intensity of the war between the three parties immediately decreases.
After the Bone Castle was destroyed, the remaining two sides put aside their grievances and united directly.
The Kingdom of Inkstone, the Volcano Kingdom, and the Green Dragon Nest are upgraded versions of the Kangland River region.
And unlike those monster forces, the Kingdom of Inkstone is a human force, and the Volcano Kingdom is a dwarven force.
Their level of civilization is higher.
This also means they can see the situation more clearly.
When a situation becomes unfavorable, they will immediately unite and will not give the Knight tribe the chance to eliminate one side first.
Coupled with some other considerations, Sushing Yu chose not to send a large army to conquer the north, but to adopt a more civilized approach.
The capital of the Kingdom of Inkstone, Tennis City.
The city is surrounded by high walls with sturdy watchtowers and thick gates standing on the city walls.
Inside the city, it is bustling with activity with winding alleys and vendors crowding the stone paved streets, selling various goods to passers by.
Mmies, mies, palaces, markets, taverns and residences are distributed throughout the city complenting each other beautifully.
The center of the city is usually a castle majestic and grand featuring a combination of stone and wood in its architectural style which is very medieval.
The castle is a busy place where nobles regularly hold grand banquetss and court balls and warriors train and prepare for battle.
Surrounding the castle are vast noble territories with lush green grass, wheat fields, and orchards glowing golden under the sunset.
The lore of the green nest tore up the peace agreement and led the monster legion to attack Rockoil City, ultimately being repelled by the strong, who were driven from the capital.
An eighth tier legendary wandering powerhouse joined the kingdom of Inkstone with a legion, becoming the kingdom's strongest defense against the green nest.
The magic academy began enrollment.
The adventurer's guild invited to resist the threat of the green nest.
His majesty the king decided to raise the tax rate to as the capital of the kingdom of Inkstone.
This is the most prosperous city in the kingdom with everything strength, power, status, beauty, and ambitious youth.
All targeting this place, willing to fight for it all their lives.
However, very few succeed.
Many young people come to Tin City full of ambition every year only to realize the reality after a few years.
The fortunate ones can leave while the less fortunate can only become a corpse in a stinking gutter.
The nobles in the inner city are high and mighty enjoying a luxurious life while the commoners in the outer city are as lowly as ants struggling for daily sustenance.
The slums of the outer city midnight with a bright moon in the sky.
At night, the residents here are reluctant to use fire, so the moonlight becomes the only source of light.
Residents, thin and ragged, open their doors and peek out, carefully scanning their surroundings.
After confirming no one is around, they cautiously leave their rooms.
They run quietly, afraid to make loud noises, stopping occasionally to hide in the darkness to see if anyone is following.
This phenomenon occurs throughout the slums as they emerge from various rooms and converge on a certain location.
Eventually, they arrive at a hidden dilapitated church where over a 100 people, mostly malnourished poor, have gathered.
On the podium inside the church stand several mysterious individuals dressed in luxurious clothing and wearing masks.
Even though their faces are hidden, their extraordinary presence is palpable.
nobles, a quality only possessed by the inner city nobility.
Fellow compatriots, today we gather here first and foremost to thank the great eternal night king.
It is he who allows us to come together without regard for class, wealth, or age.
One of the nobles looking at the poor below shouted passionately, "Praise the eternal knight king with me.
Praise the Lord of darkness.
" After saying this, he turned first along with several other nobles.
Facing the statue and kneeling down, sincerely shouting, "Praise the most powerful and holy eternal night king, "May our Lord be eternal.
" The poor down below, seeing this, imitated them, kneeling down with fervent expressions, shouting loudly, praised the most powerful and holy eternal night king, "May our Lord be eternal.
" The deafening sound echoed through the church.
Fortunately, the organizers had covered this area with silencing scrolls in advance.
Otherwise, such a commotion would definitely have attracted the attention of the surrounding residents.
After expressing their respect for the deity with loud praises, they then engaged in a quiet prayer that lasted for an hour.
As the young noble stood up, this prayer concluded, and the young noble said, "Our Lord is the merciful God of this world, granting you all food to fill your bellies.
" Saying this, the young noble lifted the curtain, revealing a pile of food that resembled a small mountain, emitting an enticing aroma.
After the prayer, it was time for the communion.
The believers below swallowed hard, their stomachs growling with hunger.
Looking at the food in front of them, they suppressed the urge to rush forward and lined up in an orderly fashion.
While eating heartily, the believers expressed their gratitude to the deity in their hearts.
They did not know who the eternal knight king was, nor did they know what they believed in.
But none of that mattered.
They only needed to know that believing in the deity could bring them food and fill their bellies.
The young nobles above also held a portion of the communion, looking down at the poor with a hint of disdain.
Yet their faces showed piety.
It was not until late at night that this gathering of believers finally ended.
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the kingdom scheme.
As everyone left, the church fell silent once again.
The remaining nobles removed their masks, revealing slightly youthful cheeks.
All five were young people, not exceeding 18 years of age.
They were both males and females, and it was clear at a glance that they were all of noble birth.
A group of lowly commoners.
If it weren't for the divine messengers orders, I wouldn't even bother with them.
A beautiful woman, seeing the messy scene on the ground after everyone had left, expressed her disdain.
Born into privilege and enjoying a life of luxury, she rarely even visited the outer city, let alone the slums.
In the eyes of the nobles, the outer city was a place for beggars, and even a glance here would pollute their bodies, requiring days of cleansing afterward.
"Lower your voice, Aliia.
We must show respect to the divine," a handsome young man remarked.
I know, the woman replied somewhat dismissively, but still acquiesced due to the young man's status.
The young man concealed the statue and then used a scroll to cleanse the impurities within the church.
Once everything returned to normal, they double checked to ensure there were no obvious oversightes, dawn black robes, and quickly left the church.
"Meet at the old place," said the handsome young man, clearly the leader.
"Okay," they all responded.
After leaving the church, the five quickly separated, boarding carriages and resuming their noble identities.
Young Mao and Rodin Guardi, traveling to the border between the inner and outer city where a military lockdown was already in place with a squad of soldiers guarding the city gates.
Halt! The guard raised his hand and shouted at the carriage.
"Step aside! Can't you see this is a carriage of the Victor family? Are you blind enough to dare block the carriage of the Victor family?" The coachman shouted in response quite arrogantly.
However, he indeed had the capital to be arrogant.
The Victor family was a top tier family in the Mo Stone Kingdom with ancestors who had produced a seventh tier powerhouse and the current family head was a pinnacle sixth tier, only half a step away from seventh tier.
In addition, the family had several sixth tier elders, making their power considerable, not to mention just a few guards.
Even the commander of the Imperial Guard would give the Victor family face.
Even if he was merely a coachman, he was still a coachman of the Victor family.
Not someone these gatekeepers could provoke.
You, the guard who intercepted the carriage, was clearly new, young, and brash.
Upon hearing the coachman's words, he became somewhat irritated and immediately drew his sword to inspect the carriage.
The old soldier beside him quickly grabbed the young guard, smiling apologetically.
"Haha, my lord.
Sorry, he's new and doesn't understand the rules.
Please let him through.
Having been in the capital for so many years, the old guard had long since lost the initial fervor.
He knew who could be offended and who could not.
This was something everyone needed to be aware of upon arriving in the capital.
The coachman snorted coldly, about to say something, but the young man inside the carriage spoke up.
Stir, be respectful.
Thank you for your hard work in guarding the inner city.