The King of Elden does not die alone!

She looked at Wilden.

Although the color of Wilden's robe was faded, it still had the emblem of a tree and a lion.

I tried to repair this robe when I was in Britain, and the results were quite good.

"Do you think you can get in?" Mia inquired.

Wilden thought for a moment and said, "I think I can give it a try."

"It's best not to be stubborn."

Mia didn't want to over-stimulate Greg's already fragile nerves.

This time she didn't plan to disguise herself as a sacrifice like before, but she still tended to follow her previous approach - if conflict could be avoided, then try to avoid it. Killing people and causing a river of blood to go find Greg was the worst option.

Perhaps it’s because he has golden blood.

Mia has a special feeling for the border. She regards everything in the border as something she will own in the future.

With such a somewhat selfish possessiveness, Mia does not want to overdraw her future to fight.

Mia had no intention of taking the difficult path, nor did she intend to be attacked by the soldiers at the gate.

However, she had no intention of disguising herself as a sacrifice again as before.

It is well known that the city of Stonewell is the end point of the limb grafting, and all sacrifices will be sent to the city for the ceremony.

Well, in the city, the freedom to disguise as a sacrifice is limited, and there is no way to run around everywhere.

The solution is also very simple.

Melina can hide herself, and Mia only needs to use shadow magic to make herself invisible.

As long as Wilden can enter the city smoothly, everything will be fine.

"I'll follow you." Mia said this and hid herself.

Wilden looked up at the tall, sharp-angled gate tower of Stonewell City and walked forward.

When he arrived at the foot of the city and stood in front of the closed iron gate, the city seemed empty.

Relying on his memory, Wilden turned to the guard room at the door.

The door of the room had disappeared, and there were only a few tables and chairs inside.

There was a man sitting on the ground with his face buried between his legs.

Of course, this is a golden tree man.

Look at his withered white hair, dry, wrinkled skin, and skinny body.

He sat on the ground, motionless, as if he were dead.

"Better find a way to ask him how long we've been gone," the invisible Mia whispered beside Wilden.

"Yeah..." Wilden agreed, then shouted coldly to the guy lying on the ground.

"Hey, get up."

The man shuddered and opened his eyes.

After seeing Wilden, he quickly got up.

"Sir." He said humbly.

Even though his body is dried up, as a golden treeman he is still much taller than Mia.

Although not as good as Wilden.

The guard was hunched over, with a patterned wooden board hanging around his neck.

Mia knew this was some kind of tradition in the Junction.

The people of the Golden Tree express their worship of the Golden Tree in this way.

"Are you sleeping?" Wilden asked rudely.

The guard took a half step back and said, "I didn't mean it, sir..." He looked at the ground and observed Wilden's expression. He thought of something and then he became more confident: "I am guarding the gate on the orders of His Majesty Greg."

"Really? What's your name?"

"Gotok, my name is Gotok, this is the name given to me by His Majesty Greg!" Gotok was obviously very proud of his name.

So much so that when he mentioned this incident, his previous humility towards Wilden disappeared.

Instead, he looked at Wilden with a slightly proud expression, as if to say, "Be polite to me, I am a gatekeeper named by King Greg."

Wilden frowned.

"So what?" he shouted. "Put your position in the right place, servant! Do you think a name is a reason for you to malfeasance?"

Gottok was intimidated by Wilden's toughness.

He hunched over: "Of course not, sir, I just mentioned it casually, sir, I have realized my mistake, sir..."

Gotok rolled his eyes. "I am very grateful for your guidance. If you can give me another chance... To be honest, sir, I respect you the most - the soldiers. You are the most loyal warriors of His Majesty. I admire you even more than the knights! Because knights are also promoted from soldiers, right?"

Greg's mummy-like old face showed a disgusting, flattering smile: "If I could, I really want to be a soldier."

"Okay," Wilden said, "If I can meet His Majesty Greg, I will convey your wish to him. I look forward to becoming your comrade-in-arms."

Hearing this, Gotok waved his hands hurriedly: "Goodbye, goodbye, thank you so much for troubling you. You see, this city is like a machine. Only when every gear does its job well can the city run in an orderly manner..."

Wilden snorted.

He didn't want to continue the topic, so he asked, "What's going on on the bridge?"

"On the bridge?"

"How long has the dent in the bridge been there?"

Gotok thought for a moment, then answered, "It doesn't seem like much time has passed. I just know that the ominous demon hasn't appeared for some time."

"..."

Mia was speechless for a moment. It seemed that she could not expect these undead people at the border to have any concept of time.

"Open the door," Weldon continued.

"Okay, okay." Gotok agreed quickly, and he shouted toward the guard room: "Open the door!"

It was not until then that Mia noticed that there was a big hole in the ceiling of the guard room. It was not a deliberate hole that had been there in the early stages of construction, but a collapse caused by years of disrepair. However, Gotok's shouts could be transmitted directly to the city gate tower through the hole.

A head popped out from the upstairs. The person had a red scarf wrapped around his head, covering his entire face except for his eyes.

After seeing clearly that the person standing in front of Gotok was a soldier wearing a tree and lion robe, the person who had stuck his head out from the second floor shrank back.

After a while, accompanied by the sound of metal friction, the gate of Stonewell City rumbled open.

The door was shaking violently, as if an old man was trying to get up after falling down, and the friction sound of the rusty gears was the old man's painful groan.

The main road of Stonewell City is a cobblestone road that can accommodate three carriages - the kind in Mia's storage space.

This is a city on a hill.

After the gate, the road is a long uphill section. The mountainous terrain poses a great challenge to the city, with steep streets and stairs everywhere.

The buildings are located on the flattened or bulldozed hillside, stacked up layer upon layer, and look more magnificent than the cities on the plains.

Because on the plains, the city will only move forward along the flat surface and will only occupy the lower half of your sight, while in the mountain city, the city can move upward until it squeezes the sky into a small line.

"That guard, Gotok, you didn't have to treat him like that." Mia whispered while she was invisible.

"You think I'm too harsh?" Wilden looked around.

"Ah."

The last time Wilden came here, before he fell into the cave, was at least several hundred years ago.

The city has not changed at all except that it has become more dilapidated.

"You don't know that kind of person," Wilden replied. "I knew from the first words he said that he was a flatterer and a bully. Even though he would praise you and flatter you, you must be very careful. That kind of person will be the first to kick you when you are down."

After Wilden passed through the first wall and reached the wall of the barbican, guards with spears stopped him.

It was a Greck soldier.

"Where are you from?" asked the exile soldier.

His voice was just as husky as Wilden's when Mia first met him.

"Storm Level," Wilden replied.

The soldier looked him over. "New guy?"

"..." Maybe it's because Wilden's face is different from most people's.

Ever since Wilden and Mia teamed up, his mummy-like body has been recovering.

However, he does not look young. Except for the immortals in the border area, probably no one would regard him as a young man.

Wilden did not refute, but followed the exiled soldier's words and continued: "I'm here to report."

"We do need more manpower." The soldier nodded.

On the walls and towers on both sides of the city wall, one can see exiled soldiers wearing armor covered with scars and red cloth.

They have different uniforms from Greg's soldiers, but they are also guarding the city.

A Grek knight with a tall helmet stood by the city wall, looking at the people below.

"What happened recently?" Wilden asked at Mia's instruction.

"The ominous demons guarding the city walls have left," the soldier explained. "Two Faded Ones have broken into the city."

"How long ago was that?"

"A month."

Wilden nodded.

"Report to the square in front of the palace. We will conduct the search together with the Lost Knights."

Greg's soldiers asked the exiled soldiers upstairs to open the door of the city wall, and Wilden walked into the city.

As Mia followed Wilden, the soldier on guard felt a gust of wind blowing past, and his vision darkened for a moment, as if a dark cloud had passed through his eyes.

The soldier blinked and looked around with his golden eyes, thinking it was all dazzlement.

Stoneville is a fascinating city.

Not to mention those towering Gothic spires and slender columns, even the houses on the roadside were more beautiful than most of the similar buildings seen on Earth in the previous life.

Apart from the fact that it has fallen into disrepair.

Mia could imagine the prosperity of the city before the war began.

There were people walking on the streets, and horse-drawn carriages, vendors shouting on the street, and citizens strolling in the square.

She could almost look at those quiet streets and daydream like that all day.

Of course, it would be a good thing if there was no need for fantasy.

There were almost no people on the streets. Even if there were, most of them seemed to have lost their vitality, sitting or lying on the street.

The only thing that represented a bit of vitality was the soldiers patrolling the road.

The two walked along the main road until they arrived at the square in front of Greg's palace.

A number of soldiers gathered in the square.

Wilden suddenly stopped.

He said, "I think it's best for me to stay here."

"What's wrong?" Mia asked.

Wilden looked at Greg's palace in the distance and hesitated for a moment.

"I once served Greg. He is the second son of His Highness Godwin."

"I'm not sure," Wilden hesitated. "I'm not sure if I can fight him with all my strength."

He still remembers the old friendship.

Wilden was once loyal to Godwin, and even though Greg had strayed from the correct path of being a king, Wilden still had no determination to take action against Greg.

"No, I know you won't." Mia shook her head: "I don't plan to go with you."