Rolling Thunder Wilderness.
This is a region where the air is filled with a large amount of lightning elental aura.
It is also a dangerous region where the lightning elents will condense into lightning bolts and strike down anyti and anywhere.
People living here need to rely on their fortune in addition to surviving.
Only those with tough fortune have the right to live.
Therefore, people in the surrounding regions call this place the 'Land of the Chosen'.
After all, only the Chosen Ones who wouldn't get struck by lightning while walking outside the sanctuary are fit to make a living in this place.
But perhaps because of this reason, the folk customs of the Rolling Thunder Wilderness are relatively fierce.
"Hey! What are you dawdling for, kid! Hurry up and hand the plank!"
In the Rolling Thunder Wilderness Adventurer City, a burly middle-aged man holding a hamr with two nails in his mouth shouted at the young man below.
He was currently repairing a roof.
Although because of the establishnt of the Adventurer City, they didn't have to be randomly selected by lightning bolts as soon as they went out like before, it didn't an they could sit back and relax.
Not to ntion the outside of the city was still the sa hellish state as before.
Even inside the city, although the lightning bolts from outside couldn't strike in because of the Magic Shield made by the Witches, the accumulation of lightning elents inside was still inevitable.
Sotis, a lightning bolt could even condense three ters above their heads, so their lives fundantally hadn't changed at all.
It was just that there were fewer lightning strikes because of the shield.
So.
The roof he was repairing now was actually broken by a lightning strike.
"Really, I seriously suspect those Witches cut corners when making the Magic Array for us. Otherwise, why is only our region still in such a hellish state of being unable to defend against lightning strikes?"
The scolded young man didn't care.
While carrying the plank and climbing the ladder, he muttered.
Actually, what this young man said was what most people living in the Rolling Thunder Wilderness thought.
In their eyes, either don't do it.
Or if you do it, you should do it the best.
This half-baked situation made people completely unable to feel at ease, and even felt more ntally tiring than the previous situation of worrying about being randomly selected.
Logically speaking, for sothing like this, complaining to either the Adventurer's Guild or the Supre Council would be a feasible approach.
But the Adventurer's Guild would issue quests and let them earn money, so they couldn't scold them.
And besides maintaining the city, the Supre Council also took care of the circulation of supplies, so they couldn't be scolded either.
Only the Witch Clan, out of the three factions involved in this matter, left after finishing the construction.
So in the situation where they couldn't find soone to focus fire on, they vented this evil fire on the Witches they couldn't even see normally.
To put it bluntly, it was picking on the soft persimmon.
And an invisible soft persimmon at that.
"Who says otherwise? I heard those Witches took quite a lot of benefits from the Supre Council when making the Magic Array back then;"
"Even the materials for making this Magic Array were provided by the Supre Council. To end up making it like this, it's a wonder they even have the face to ask for benefits."
After receiving the plank, the middle-aged carpenter also started complaining while working.
"Hmph, that's why I say it was only natural for those guys to be killed."
The young man said dismissively.
When he heard about the outbreak of the Forsaken War back then, there were no fluctuations in his heart, and he even felt a little like laughing.
After all, in his view, these Witches were idiots who couldn't even do a little thing well.
So being killed also made things a lot cleaner.
He completely didn't consider that so of the Potions he usually used were produced by these Witches.
But then again, in the eyes of so people, the efforts of others are taken for granted, so if they don't do well, it is also natural that they should be blad.
However, the actual situation was that the Witches who made this Magic Array were exactly the 101 Witch Coven from back then.
They didn't collect money when making it.
After all, because of the Witch dicine, these Witches were basically working to pay off their loans.
So let alone money, just having a al to eat was the benevolence of the Supre Council.
"Forget it. Since things have co to this, let's eat first."
After nailing this plank properly, the middle-aged carpenter put his hamr into the tool bag at his waist.
Although there were convenient things like cards, as a carpenter, and as soone who was a carpenter on Blue Star, he had his own fastidiousness.
"True, looking at today's weather, there might be another rainstorm tonight. Better to eat early and rest early."
After saying that, the young man put the building materials on the ground into his card, and then walked with the carpenter towards a small restaurant in the city they often frequented.
With the taco rolls there paired with a bottle of chilled fruit wine, he could eat three in one go.
"Speaking of Witches, didn't they say sothing about riding a city flying in the sky a while ago?"
Walking on the road, the two chatted idly.
Perhaps because they had just talked about the topic of Witches, the young man shifted the content of the chat to this.
But this matter had caused quite a stir a while ago, seemingly already becoming a kind of conversation piece.
So the middle-aged carpenter beside him didn't mind either, and casually continued the chat.
"The world channel, ah. There seems to be such a thing indeed. Didn't they say it vanished?"
"How could a Flying City so big just vanish just like that? That bunch of Witches are guys who would do anything. I think they definitely used so thod to hide the Flying City."
"Haha, what's the point of hiding that thing?"
"Who knows, maybe it's for so shady business."
"Now that you ntion it, the last sighting report said it was flying northeast. At the ti, everyone even said that according to the route, it would definitely pass by our Rolling Thunder Wilderness."
"Haha, if that's really the case, then it would be interesting. I really want to see if a few lucky ones among them flying in the sky will be randomly taken away by the rolling thunder when the ti cos."
Hearing the middle-aged carpenter's words, the young man burst into loud laughter.
Although he hadn't seen any Flying City, he was familiar with the Rolling Thunder Wilderness.
Surviving on the ground in this wretched place was hard enough; if they went to the sky, wouldn't they be struck by lightning every day.
You have to know that these lightning bolts are not so 'Lightning Spell' in the hands of a Magician.
No matter what level you are, anyone struck would die on the spot.
It was precisely because he knew this that an image of a Witch being struck by lightning instantly popped into the young man's mind.
This image also instantly amused him.
However, just as he was laughing heartily, a very pleasant voice of a beautiful woman ca to his ears.
It was just that this voice was slightly cold.
"Is that so? I'm actually looking forward to it too."
As the voice ca, he felt soone pat his shoulder.
Then his body went limp like noodles.
In the last second before he lost consciousness, what he saw were groups of Witches wearing black robes with red armbands, sitting on brooms, flying through the streets at an ultra-low altitude.
Ah—
It's the Black Witches—
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