After passing inspection, the four crossed the heavily guarded outer wall. Things were better inside, much like any other city. With people from the outlying districts crowding into these few urban areas, the streets were especially bustling.
The long city wall protected them like the body of a giant dragon. Its residents had no need to worry about the bloodshed outside—or perhaps they had simply grown used to it. Life went on!
The Bell Tower Magic Association and the Hunter Alliance at Drum Tower stood at the very heart of the Ancient Capital, within its inner wall, their years of glory undimmed by wind or rain.
In a time when undead roamed freely, the Weiju people were probably the only ones who still dared live beyond the outer wall.
Their villages remained unharmed, but they made little use of modern equipment. News traveled painfully slowly; even a letter took ages to arrive...
Word that the entire party had been wiped out had come from one of their villagers. The Military still had no way to verify it. With undead harassing the Ancient Capital at every turn, they had little time to worry about villages outside the city.
"Mo Xie, where are we going now?"
Liu Xian asked, holding Mo Xie's arm.
"We'll find someone who knows Weiju Village. We don't know the route ourselves."
Mo Xie had visited the Ancient Capital several times, but he knew little about the undead lands beyond the Safe Zone. The undead were often more terrifying than demon beasts. They needed a guide who knew the way to Weiju Village.
If they wanted to find someone, the obvious place to go was the Hunter Alliance at Drum Tower.
The hunter hall was packed. Hunting Mages went wherever there was danger, and greater danger meant greater