The origin of the name of the Necrotic Highland is too long and no one can explain it clearly.

Some people say that it is because of the strong wind that cannot stop when blew on the plateau, like the resentful roars of countless dead spirits. There are also legends that this was once an ancient battlefield, a place of curses. The heroic spirits who died in battle will never be liberated and have been wandering on the high ground.

Regardless of whether the legend is true or not, the name of the Necrotic Highland is really appropriate. Because of the strong winds all year round, there are only moss and lichens on the plateau that like cold can grow. Except for the Necrotic, the plateau is not suitable for the survival of any intelligent race. Even the monsters on the plateau mostly live underground and in caves.

Although it is not suitable for life and survival, the production of many rare ores in the highlands also caused the struggle and war between humans, beasts and dwarves. After years of war, the human army controlled three large mines near their side, and the orcs and dwarves each controlled two mines near their side.

In addition to these large mines controlled by the armies of various countries, there are also countless small mine caves on the high ground. Because there is no food produced on the plateau and all living supplies need to be transported from outside, it is not worth the cost to send troops to occupy and defend these mine caves. The occupied army is too few and easy to be attacked. Later, the army of the three tribes voluntarily gave up the right to occupy these mines.

These masterless mines that were abandoned by the royal powers of various races became the source of income for the wandering gang forces, large and small gang forces. They sold the ore dug out from these mines to merchants of various races for gold coins, weapons, equipment, food and medicine and other resources to survive on the plateau. When the royal powers of various races needed a special ore, they would drive these gang forces to mine for them by slightly raising the price.

These gang forces and the royal powers of all races take their own needs. Over time, they become a mutually needed relationship, but they also cause a chaotic situation in the undead highlands, because no one cares about the fight between these gang forces, and the plateau only follows the jungle law of the prey on the weak.

The Blood Skeleton Group is such a powerful gang. There are three or four hundred members of the subordinate group, most of which are bandits and criminals who cannot survive in the inland areas and flee to the Necrotic Highlands. They have long controlled four or five small mine caves with abundant spiritual properties.

Two years ago, the Blood Skeleton was just a small gang with only fifty or sixty people, but two years ago, a guy named Black Jackal joined and led the gang and suddenly jumped up. The leader Black Jackal not only had strong force, but also a few nimble and flexible leader among the murderers, who valued brotherhood, annexed and absorbed many small forces.

This time Arthur cut off one of the brothers under the Black Jackal, and the Blood Skeleton Group will naturally remain unstoppable.

I don't know how much he got involved. Arthur was walking on the plateau with difficulty in the wind. The strong wind made his cloak whirring. As soon as he raised his head, his hat was lifted, revealing his face and skin that were cracked by the wind.

This was the third day after Arthur and his friends left the Shining Town. Arthur finally understood the desolation and horror of this highland. He only saw two groups of people in three days, and he bypassed them from afar.

Maintaining a certain distance from other creatures is the best rule to save lives in the highlands. When you are in possession of wealth, you must keep a distance between your companions. If you are killed in the highlands, you cannot find the murderer.

Continuous low hills appeared before several people.

"Is the Saint Peak Valley we are looking for in front?" Arthur asked urgently.

The elixir that the dwarf Torun is looking for is said to be produced in a place called Saint Peak Valley.

Toren took out a yellowed animal skin map from his arms and compared it to the surroundings. "It's not here, there is a valley in front of it, about two days away."

Qiong, who had the worst physical strength, sat on the ground, "There are two days left? I can't hold on anymore, I need to take a rest first."

The wind and sand on the plateau are simply fatal to Qiong, who is obsessed with cleanliness. In order to keep his clothes clean and his skin dry, he was using the water mist technique on his enchanted gloves magically repeatedly along the way.

Qiong, who was sitting on the ground, immediately took out a bag of water and started to pour it into big mouthfuls.

Toren looked at the ring on Qiong's hand with envious eyes. Water is one of the most precious resources on the plateau, and no one would use it casually to Qiong. Toren felt that the days Arthur and Joon were with him were the most comfortable days he had on the plateau. The two of them had not only a lot of water in their space equipment, but also wine, meat, tents, sleeping bags and other daily necessities.

The few of them only rested for a while before they got up again. They were about to arrive at the hill ahead before dark and find a cave suitable for overnight stays or places to lie on the leeward.

The itinerary on the Necrotic Highlands is so boring. Most of the time I spend rushing, there are no scenery or big animals along the way.

When a few people walked into the hilly area at dusk, a group of people happened to come from the opposite side, and both sides stopped a mile away.

There were ten people opposite, perhaps they felt that they had the advantage of numbers, so they began to move again in just a moment, and without changing direction, they walked straight towards Arthur and the others.

Arthur and the other four stood there without moving, but were all ready for battle.

As they got closer, Arthur discovered that these men were all carrying weapons and dressed in different ways. They didn't look like mercenaries or bandits.

The person on the opposite side stopped twenty meters away from them. A tall and thin young man stepped forward and shouted at them: "Brothers across the country, we have no ill intentions. Do you have water? Our water is almost used up."

Neither Arthur nor the Dwarf spoke.

"If you don't drink your water in vain, let's pay, how about a bag of gold coins?" The young man's expression was very sincere. It was only so valuable that water on the Necropal Plateau. A bag of oil outside could not get a gold coins. Moreover, the other party did not rely on the number of people to grab it, which was very regular.

Arthur put his hands behind his back and covered it and took out a bag of water, throwing it hard at the feet of the young man opposite him.

The young man bent down and picked up the water bag and shook it, then took out a gold coin from his arms and threw it at Arthur.

"Thank you, be careful on the road. There is no peace nearby recently." The young man clasped his fists and bowed his hand to his companions and took the initiative to make way out, signaling Arthur and the others to go first.

Arthur did not refuse anymore and walked over to them. The two sides still kept a distance of seven or eight meters while crossing.

When Arthur and the other four walked into the middle of their team, the people suddenly rushed up without warning.
Chapter completed!