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The Lightbound, carrying a majestic flight army, passed through the fertile fields, the vast plains, and the dense forests, gradually entering the northern rugged mountains. This area was the home of the Trolls; ever since they had been defeated and driven from most of their lands by humans and Elves, some Trolls, to escape assassination, had fled to this remote mountainous area.
However, along their flight, they had not encountered any Trolls. Instead, they had seen many Adventurers gathering materials from various void creatures.
Where there are dangerous maps, there are Adventurers. Following the direction in which the Adventurers farmed the creatures, the target soon appeared in everyone's sight.
Mo Fei stood at the bow, looking at the distant Void Rift, a huge black rift in the sky from which some void creatures occasionally emerged.
Seeing that rift, everyone showed a solemn expression.