"Atler…Seres Lake?"

Cyril awkwardly pronounced this word, and in the original smooth pronunciation, there was a continuous tremolo of the tongue, which was different from the common and elf pronunciations.

"This is the pronunciation of this lake in the past, and now people usually call it Lake Art."

Mark Boyle sat on the horse's back. Although his body was fat, it was not as good as the young master of Zeld, the North Tower Chamber of Commerce, so that the horse could walk normally.

He turned around with some fear, glanced at the halberd soldiers around him, and dozens of city defense troops behind him, and felt a little more afraid of the young lord's methods.

After asking him about the address of the magic crystal produced, Cyril did not even ask him why there were no magic crystals in the future, but instead directly called the city defense force and headed towards the Ate Lake.

In addition, the other party's decisive actions in the morning - others only started to attack the toughest after the negotiations broke down, and the young lord broke into the door without even saying a word.

But they really beat them up.

Domineering and revealing.

He vaguely felt that this young man from Solconan did not seem to have come here to enjoy a life of slapping fish and eating and waiting for death, but would really make a difference...

For example, unify Amasil, and expedition to the Aosaint Emma in the jungle?

Then now I am performing better now, wouldn’t I just get a ride-hailing car?

Boyle shook his two drooping cheeks and sucked his saliva twice, but he was kicked on his butt:

"The Lord Lord asked you what you were dreaming about?"

He immediately came to his senses, but saw the lord next to him holding a map in his hand, talking in a low voice with the guards on the side, and then turned to him and said:

"They say Lake Art is called Forbidden Lake?"

"Well, ah, yes, it is now called Forbidden Lake, and it is one of the top ten forbidden areas of Amasil. However, this is also the name that has only appeared in recent years. It was originally called Ate Lake." Boyle wiped the sweat on his face and continued, "Because the number of monsters near Ate Lake suddenly began to surge in a few years, it is said that there are still Yalongs entrenched in the lake, so..."

"Will you find the magic crystal first, or will it become a forbidden lake first?"

"It was almost seven years ago, but when I went there, there were already many monsters."

"Seven years ago, that is, 1433, what did that year come from?"

"Sir, that year was the year of recovery."

"Where did you find the magic crystal?"

"In a cave far away from the lake, but the cave is not big, only a few dozen yuan. I didn't dare to go forward any further."

"oh……"

Cyril responded and stopped speaking.

He can now confirm that the so-called Ate Lake also has magic crystals, and the reserves are definitely quite large. The magic crystal contains pure magic power, which is the main reason for the surge in the number of monsters near Ate Lake.

But what is interesting is that resources like magic crystals are often accompanied by minerals. At first he thought that the Boyle Chamber of Commerce was found in the mountains, but in the end it was in a cave by the lake.

So, is this the magic crystal stored there?

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Lake Atthers, formed by the largest tributary of the Ellekin River, Diediro River converges. It is located in the southeast of Siliki, not too far from the forest, but it is not the Ellekin Jungle, but the Corro jungle.

The closest to the lake is Diediluo Town, which has the same name as the river. It was a big town a few years ago and was famous for growing radishes. However, due to the changes in Ate Lake, the population has dropped sharply, and at this time there were only less than ten households left in the town.

Among the City Defense Forces, there are soldiers from Diediro Town, a young man in his twenties named Valke. He is a very ambitious and trained seriously in the City Defense Forces.

Although his physique is slightly thinner than others, it also makes him more flexible. His swordsmanship is also the most outstanding among this group of people, so he can become the captain of the 10-person team.

Under the arrangement of Valk, everyone was able to move into the remaining houses of the townsmen who left. There was still a small diner run by an old couple in the town, which could provide them with food.

"You guys are...Siliki?"

The old man was still very tough, with sharp eyes, and walked like an enclave to shuttle through several wooden tables. According to Valk, when he was a child, the middle-aged man was the first swordsman in the town. He was outstanding in his skills and was quick and ruthless in his swordsman. He once fought against the bear monster that broke out in the forest.

I'm afraid that few of the city defense forces now are his opponents.

"It's from Silicia, sir." Rhodes said with respect to the old man and bowed slightly.

"Oh..." the old man nodded, looked at Rhodes and said slowly, "Are you planning to go to Lake Artesan? That place is not peaceful."

He pronounced this word very smoothly, and the tremolo of the chain tongue sounded a bit pleasing to the eye.

"I'm planning to go to Lake Art," Rod continued to answer.

Cyril was listening to the chat between the two. If placed in the game, the old man should be a task-related npc, and the other party's words and identity reflected this.

"Old sir, I heard that a large number of monsters gathered in Lake Art, isn't that very dangerous? Why are you still staying here?"

Cyril found an opportunity to take over the conversation. The old man turned to him. Cyril was wearing a hood, covering his long ears and face. But at this time he raised his head slightly, and the old man looked down on his face, still clearly seeing his appearance.

"Elf?"

He seemed to hear the old man muttering in a low voice, and then a helpless smile immediately appeared on his face:

"Isn't this impossible? Everyone is rooted here and can't just leave if they want to." He shook his head, "Fortunately those monsters have never come to harass us. They have been by the lake and never stay away."

Cyril narrowed his eyes and observed the old man's coarse clothes, his hands hanging on his side at any time, and his knees were slightly bent when standing - not an unnatural standing like injured, but a posture that can exert force at any time.

He chatted casually for a few more words, then found a reason to leave the dining table, and then called the soldier from Diedi Luo Town over.

"Lord."

Without even putting down the fork, Varke followed Cyril nervously to the dark corner, rubbing his hands excitedly, "I'm willing to serve you."

"How much do you know about this old man?"

"You mean Bolton?"

"Bolton?"

"Bolton Hawthorne, his name." Valk said quickly, "I was just born, well, twenty-three years ago, he came to Diediro Town."

"Twenty-three years ago? What about his wife?" Cyril refers to the wife of the old man who had been working in the kitchen.

"It seems to be here twenty years ago."

"So they are all outsiders?"

"That's right."

"Okay." Cyril patted Valk's shoulder, "If I ask, don't talk to others, just pretend that I haven't talked to you... When the army is expanded, perform better."

"Yes, understand, Lord Lord!"

Valk nodded excitedly, then returned to his seat, picked up a big bowl of radish salad in the bowl.

It is said that the salad is called "All Heroes" and it tastes quite good.

Cyril did not return to the tavern. He returned to his residence, took his horse, quietly left the town in the night, and then walked alone towards Lake Ate alone.

The horse ran beside the Diediro River. It was pitch black around the moonless night, and only the gurgling sound of water could be heard. Supported by the dark vision, Cyril was like a fish in water at night.

He observed the surroundings, where weeds were overgrown in large abandoned fields, which seemed to be within the range of disturbed natural elements that had previously been disturbed, so there were no exaggerated grasses. Not far away was a large forest, with the sound of leaves rubbing in the wind and the sound of strange creatures walking in the woods, pouring into Cyril's ears.

He was thinking.

I originally thought that finding magic crystals was a very simple thing, and at most I had to solve some difficult monsters.

But due to the existence of the old man named Botton Hawthorne, this matter began to become complicated.

The old man was not an indigenous person in Diediro Town. According to Varke, he was an outsider, and so was his wife.

After Lake Ate became a forbidden area, the villagers of Diediro Town lost a lot, but he still insisted on staying in the town and running his own tavern - this was strange enough.

In addition to his extraordinary swordsmanship, and according to Valk's description, his swordsmanship is "fast and ruthless"...

Obviously, they stayed here for this Lake Ate - or rather, for the magic crystals hidden in Lake Ate.

Hawthorne, is it the surname of Osaint Emma?

Cyril was flipping through the noble surname of Osaint Emma in his mind, but he had nothing to do. Unless he was the surname of the general or a very strong master, he would not be able to remember it after so many years.

But no matter what, this shows that the magic crystals in Ate Lake are not simple.

Cyril suddenly lifted the reins of the horse, and the horse under his crotch quickly stopped moving forward. He tied it to the abandoned fence, pulled out his sword, and looked forward.

The road ahead is no longer as flat as before, but is extremely muddy. There are several traces of crawling by, either thick or thin, the small ones are about half a person wide, while the large ones are as wide as two people.

A reptile monster with a diameter of one meter is a snake or?

He bent down and carefully observed the traces in the mud, and soon found "footprints" like slaps.

"Is it a lizard?"

Several species of lizard-like monsters suddenly popped up in my mind. Lizards are a kind of monster with very "regional characteristics". They often only stay in the environment of their corresponding attributes, so there will be various variants of the flame lizard, ice lizard, thunder lizard, rock lizard.

These lizards are good at spell attacks, and the materials on them are also used to refine potions, or to make armor and weapons. They can bring certain elemental power to the weapon without enchanting.

But it is obvious that the lizards here will not be that type of environmental mutant spell lizard.

Because magic crystals represent pure magic power without elements. According to the wizard, this kind of magic power is the basis for the world. They form a large ring and envelop the entire world in it - but this is too complicated for Cyril and has not been verified.

The magic without attributes will not attract lizards with their own attributes.

"The diameter can reach one meter or more. This body should be considered a giant lizard. If it is a giant lizard... a petrified lizard?"

As soon as Cyril's mind jumped out of this name, he suddenly heard a hoarse sound of tongue sticking out on his left side. Without thinking, his left hand was facing upwards and his shield was already grabbed in his hand.
To be continued...