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"Finally, I've reached level 10."

At the Burial Mountain Range, Feng Wuhen let out a long howl, expressing boundless chivalry and courage.

The Flame beside him also reached level 10.

Although Feng Wuhen took over Jun Quxie's task of collecting materials, it did not mean that he did it personally.

For big spenders like Feng Wuhen, who have several major business partners with whom they have regular collaborations, the fees for dedicated services are higher, but the level and quality of service provided by these business partners are very high, making it well worth the price.

Feng Wuhen then entrusted the task of collecting refined iron, purple cattail grass, and corpse rat tail to a merchant, who was put in full charge.

He then leveled up with his friends, including Jia Yan.

Although Young Master Feng disliked leveling up, with Feng Liuli chasing after him, he had no choice but to force himself to face these ugly monsters.

Jia Yan: "Young Master Feng, let's leave now! If we don't reach the main city today, Miss Liuli will cut off your funding for a month."

Feng Wuhen waved his hand dismissively, saying, "No rush! We're already level ten, it's the same whether we leave early or late. Now, I'm going to take my revenge!!"

Incite hatred!

Feng Wuhen's handsome features began to distort as he recalled the demonized gray dwarf camp that day and everything that happened in that tent.

This even became his nightmare!

Therefore, Feng Wuhen did not dare to place his leveling up at the Demonized Gray Dwarf Camp.

Now that he's reached level ten, Feng Wuhen feels he has enough strength to kill the Spider-Faced Troll Hamas himself and shatter this nightmare.

Trolls must die!!

Feng Wuhen led Jia Yan and the others away from the Burial Bone Mountain Range in a great hurry, heading towards the camp of the demonized gray dwarves.

Half an hour later, Feng Wuhen led his elite troops to the outskirts of the demonized gray dwarves' camp.

Why is it so quiet here??

Feng Wuhen was somewhat surprised.

At that moment, a group of players emerged from the Demonized Gray Dwarf camp, their faces filled with disbelief.

Feng Wuhen stopped the group: "Hey, bro, I want to ask, where are the monsters here? We can't find a single one."

The team leader, a mage, said, "We don't know either. We didn't see a single demonized gray dwarf when we arrived. We just went into the heart of the camp, only to find it deserted as well. We don't know what happened."

"???"

Feng Wuhen looked constipated.

I cultivated for a thousand years, intending to avenge the one who violated my anus, but my enemy has vanished without a trace. This feeling of raising my fist and hitting the air is terrible.

"Damn it, how could this happen? The monster just disappeared!"

Is there a bug in the game?

Faced with Feng Wuhen's series of questions, the mage was about to curse, "How the hell would I know?"

But out of consideration for Feng Wuhen and his group, he honestly replied, "I don't know either. If you want to find the answer, go check out the forum!"

Feng Wuhen continued walking forward while searching on the forum, wanting to verify with his own eyes whether the entire demonized gray dwarf army was truly gone.

There were only a few players asking this question on the forum, but unsurprisingly, they were all players from Roguetown.

The answers were all like this:

"Are you kidding me??"

"How could such a thing happen?"

"Plant a flag to reserve a seat."

"Same question"

These are completely meaningless answers.

"Damn it, strange things happen every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual."

Once you leave the starting town, you can never come back. Feng Wuhen was truly unwilling to give up until he had the chance to kill the Spider-Faced Troll.

As Feng Wuhen advanced, he slowly entered the camp of the demonized gray dwarves and saw the place where the nightmare had occurred—the Golden-Topped Royal Tent, which was indeed empty.

"Burn it all! Burn it all!!!"

Feng Wuhen roared angrily, venting his anger.

The golden royal tent was set ablaze by a burst of fire from the flames.

Gazing at the raging fire, the resentment in Feng Wuhen's eyes gradually faded into the depths.

"Young Master Feng, let's go!"

Feng Wuhen had no choice but to leave unwillingly, choosing a different path as he departed.

Feng Wuhen was in a bad mood, and the atmosphere in the team became gloomy.

Jia Yan was not good with words and could not speak profound truths, so he could only cheer for Feng Wuhen in secret.

Turning the corner, a large locust tree that had been blown down came into view.

Broken shrapnel, withered and decaying locust trees...

It has not been fixed by the system yet.

"what?!"

Feng Wuhen stared intently at the large locust tree and the traces of the battle nearby, a hint of doubt flashing through his mind.

This scene inevitably reminded him of someone.

"Jiayan, come here. I have a question for you. If I gave you refined iron, purple cattail grass, and plague materials, what would you make with these things?"

Jia Yan blurted out, "Of course we'll make bombs. Purple cattails are known for their ability to fly around randomly, and if you add plague materials, wouldn't that be a plague bomb?"

Feng Wuhen slapped his thigh: "Yes, yes, that's the truth!!!"

"I know why there aren't any Demonized Gray Dwarves left."

Jia Yan: "Why?"

"Evil Lord! Don't you think about why he made me acquire so many of these materials? He must be making bombs."

Jia Yan was very puzzled: "Young Master Feng, don't you have a good friend of the Evil Lord? Why don't you just ask him? Why are you guessing?"

Feng Wuhen: "..."

How did Lao Tzu's brilliant strategies become ** in your mouth?

"Brother, the demonized gray dwarf camp has been destroyed. Did you do it?"

Jun Quxie then ran to the Burial Mountain Range: "Yes. I blew it up with a grenade. I don't recommend you level up there, because all the players who leveled up there were killed by me."

Feng Wuhen: "..."

"Bro, you're awesome."

After ending his call with Jun Quxie, Feng Wuhen's gloom vanished, replaced by his usual high spirits.

He turned to look at the demonized gray dwarf silver camp, and declared with a flourish: "That's the land my brother built for me!!"

"My brother said that anyone who messes with me will die."

"A death so gruesome it's like a mangled corpse!!"

"We have avenged this great grudge, let's leave."

Feng Wuhen turned and left, exuding an air of effortless elegance.

......

Burial Mountain Range.

Jun Quxie raised his hammer and brought it down, and the skeleton of the skeletal beast scattered, the eerie green flames of death within its skull extinguished with a whoosh.

"System: You have killed a bone beast."

"System: You have gained a small amount of experience."

......

"System: Your Darkin Mark has gained a small benefit."

"Tip: Your lip thickness has been increased to a very small extent."

"Gan!"

Jun Quxie hurriedly removed the Darkborn mark from the bone beast.

Jun Quxie has a total of four Darkin Marks. Apart from the one that marks his good brother, the other three are now all in cooldown state.

He had intended to find a good brother like the demonized gray dwarf, but he couldn't find one.

As it turns out, the Demonized Gray Dwarf is truly the eldest brother in a loving family.

After leaving the Burial Mountain Range, Jun Quxie returned to Rogge Town. It was already late, and there wasn't much time left to do.

Goodbye, brothers.