Adventurers

For Duanmu Huai, coming to this city was indeed a novel experience.

Especially its adventurers.

In fact, when Duanmu Huai played all kinds of RPGs in the past, he had seen openings like this countless times—the Demon King threatened the world, the legendary hero was about to awaken, the destruction of the Demon King, and so on and so forth.

Of course, this kind of setting was utterly commonplace.

However, there was one problem: before the legendary hero awakened, did anyone go deal with the Demon King?

Well, as it turned out, there were.

And they had been doing so for a thousand years.

To the people of this world, being a hero was neither a matter of bloodline nor a preordained destiny. Or rather, it was not that a hero defeated the Demon King; it was because someone defeated the Demon King that they were called a hero.

Therefore, ever since the Demon Race appeared a thousand years ago and began attacking humanity, people had gone forth one after another to the Demon King's Castle in the Northern Lands, attempting to destroy the Demon King. Some fell along the way, while others fell before the Demon King. Even so, they never gave up. To them, defeating the Demon King was a task that could truly be accomplished.

And to the people of this world, after so many years of war against the Demon King Army, it could even be said that this had become part of their lives.

Just like this city.

Duanmu Huai had also chatted with the adventurers here. Every year, quite a few adventurer parties crossed the border and then came here as quickly as possible. It had taken Duanmu Huai less than five days to leave the Northern Fortress and reach this place, but that