Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Lin Gui hovered in the air, carefully examining the middle-aged man.

He looked to be in his thirties, with a gentle and handsome appearance.

He did not exude a particularly strong aura.

But look at Jesse and the others' bodies tensing up instantly, and their hands instinctively reaching for their weapons.

And then there was the act of those gray-robed men abandoning the blockade without hesitation and quickly returning to their posts.

Lin Gui knew that this person was definitely not simple.

It was so simple that it made Jesse and his team, who had captured the legendary Witcher, so wary.

Gro...Rog.

If you reverse the name, isn't it "Rogge"?

Age, appearance, and ability all perfectly match Fal's previous description.

Lin Gui looked up and glanced at the unattended, sunlit broken window.

He temporarily suppressed the urge to flee immediately.

If this person really is Roger...

Then I might not need to go through the trouble of blazing a trail to Avalon anymore.

All you need to do is follow them quietly.

Unless the other party is an epic-level expert specializing in perception, they shouldn't be able to detect you.

While he was pondering, the situation below had quietly changed.

The anticipated fierce conflict did not erupt.

Jesse silently stared at the middle-aged man for a moment.

Then, she simply waved her hand.

He led all the grey-robed men, with Cass and Maren as prisoners.

They turned and quickly retreated through the newly torn exit.

Clean and efficient, without any hesitation or fuss.

In the corner, Rosa watched helplessly as her father and brother were taken away.

He bit his lower lip hard with his teeth, his eyes almost spitting fire.

Until Jesse and the others completely disappeared.

Rosa suddenly burst out from the shadows behind the pillar.

She staggered to her feet and shouted to all the hunters in the church:

"Everyone! Listen to me!"

"Those people were demons! Vampires and their minions!"

"They are plotting a notoriously terrible scheme within the Wailing Wall!"

"If this isn't stopped, all the city-states surrounding the wall will face annihilation!"

She took a deep breath, suppressing her injuries, her voice filled with a desperate resolve.

"Kuroki! Your squad excels at containment; we'll flank them from the left later!"

"Iron Fist! You take your men and block their right flank!"

"I've figured out their weaknesses and patterns of operation!"

"If we cooperate well, we can definitely keep them all here!"

However, her impassioned appeal received no response.

The hunters sat or stood, their eyes cold, even mocking.

A male night elf leaning against the wall even chuckled.

He fiddled with the dagger in his hand, retorting without mercy:

"That sounds nice."

"Who knows if what you're saying is true or false?"

Even if it's all true—

He looked up, his gaze sharp as a knife.

Why should we risk our lives for your "greater good"?

"Even if there really is a conspiracy, what does it have to do with us?"

"This is not a legend of a hero from a bard's poem."

"No one would risk their life to 'save the world' in vain."

He paused, his voice growing even colder.

"If you really want to save your family, figure it out yourself."

"Trying to use us as pawns? Give me a break."

Although the surrounding hunters did not speak out in agreement, their eyes said it all.

They were all seasoned veterans who had risked their lives on the edge.

Rosa's little scheme of "using everyone to save her family" was obvious to everyone.

The atmosphere turned completely cold.

Rosa looked around with a gloomy expression.

Her severely injured body trembled slightly with excitement. Her hoarse voice screamed:

"You have absolutely no idea how serious this situation is!"

"The people chasing us are after 'Guxin'!"

"The Eleventh Pillar Demon King, Gushin!"

She gasped for breath, her eyes bloodshot.

"For eight years, my father has been tracking it from inside the walls."

"And Guxin has always remained hidden deep within the 'Wailing Corridor'."

Mentioning this name caused the expressions of the veteran hunters to change slightly.

The Howling Corridor, where the three epic masters, Shadowblade Lin, suffered severe damage for the second time.

Barbarian King, Bloodbath, Epic Low Rank, that's where he died.

"My father's preparations over the years have all been for passing through the corridor."

"Find Guxin, and then... kill it."

Rosa's voice was distorted with pain.

"But just two months ago, Guxin suddenly moved."

"It left the Howling Corridor and headed north."

"They headed towards the 'Silent Abyss'."

Several suppressed gasps echoed through the church.

A silent abyss...

A forbidden area that has never been explored and exists only in rumors.

"And there..."

Rosa's gaze swept over every face, each word deliberate and deliberate.

"It is highly likely that this is the source of the 'End of Silence' that occurred more than a decade ago."

"It is the slumbering land of the demigod demon who triggered that black tide."

"What does a demon king want to do by suddenly going to such a place?"

"I think I don't need to say more, do I?"

She looked at the crowd, who were gradually freezing in place, her tone mocking and desperate.

"Those demons captured my father so that he would lead the way."

"They're in such a hurry to find Guxin, something must have happened there."

"If we just let them go, will we awaken or unite with that demigod...?"

Rosa gave a cold laugh, her voice echoing in the empty church.

"Once the Wailing Wall erupts again, 'Silence Ends' will be undone."

"No living being in the Blackwater Corridor will survive!"

"The Elf Forest, the Dwarven Capital..."

Her gaze swept over the rough-faced hunters.

"And you—those who want to save money to send your families to the Central City State."

"And here are the bounty hunters who risk their lives."

"Transcendent... Ha, Transcendent is such an awkward rank."

"You can traverse the wilderness yourselves, but you have no ability whatsoever."

"With his family, who were completely defenseless, he traversed numerous threats and arrived at the central city-state."

"If the area outside the wall also becomes a dead zone like the Wall of Sighs, what will become of your families, your hopes and dreams...?"

"They will all be completely wiped out."

Rosa finished speaking.

The atmosphere inside the church suddenly became stagnant and oppressive.

The indifference and mockery on the hunters' faces gradually faded.

Instead, there was surprise, hesitation, and deep-seated fear.

Several hunters sitting around the campfire exchanged glances, their fingers unconsciously rubbing their weapons.

Some people cursed under their breath, while others looked at the sunlight outside the door, their faces pale.

"Silence ends."

The Blackwater Corridor is a nightmare known to all.

If it were to happen again, all living things outside the wall would perish.

That was not just a disaster for dwarves or elves.

It is also those who risk their lives inside the wall, just to find a way for their families outside to survive.

A complete and utter dead end.

In the corner, the bard had already put away his lute.

She quietly retreated to the wall and stood next to Gro.

Their eyes met, and they exchanged a quick glance.

Immediately, they all looked toward Rosa in the center, who was panting heavily and almost unable to stand due to the flare-up of her injuries.

There was no surprise or fear in those eyes, unlike the other hunters.

Instead, it carried a clear, undisguised anxiety.