Panstone Town.
By nightfall, Heine's ancestral home was the only place in the area with lights blazing.
In the darkness beyond the light, Zhuo Yang could clearly feel a hidden malice stronger than ever before.
It was as if all of Frey's former allies were standing by the windows, looking in with unfriendly eyes.
The malice tonight was particularly intense.
Suddenly, a dwarf hurried to Zhuo Yang's side.
"We've had another patrolling soldier disappear without a trace."
Zhuo Yang immediately looked towards Tuba, who was resting with his eyes closed.
This wasn't the first time.
He hadn't told Heine because such a trivial matter wasn't worth mentioning.
They had already come up with a strategy.
Tuba opened his eyes and nodded.
"Near the fountain fifty meters to the west, where we planted the totem yesterday, it has sprung into action. Get ready, we're going to teach them another lesson!"
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