Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Time passed by, second by second.

The sun slowly slid from overhead toward the west, and the shadows grew longer and became blurry.

Lin Gui did not move.

He sat cross-legged on the hood of the vehicle, with the golden route map provided by the transport association spread out between his legs.

Turan glanced at the map, his gaze pausing slightly.

All the gold route maps provided to transport vehicles at each level were the latest versions discovered by him, the minister in charge of intelligence, under the direction of his subordinates.

Absolutely within the validity period; every route has undergone repeated on-site surveys and verifications.

Including the route that Lin Gui's Lieyang Transport Team was going to take.

Most dangerous.

The journey involves traversing at least three forbidden zones and stretches over a thousand kilometers.

This line was discovered by Turan himself, all by himself.

Of all the members of the Transportation Guild, only he and the three immortal Sunbursts were able to find the golden route map for the Sunburst-class ships.

Turan stood up from the edge of the carriage, walked behind Lin Gui, and looked down.

Lin Gui moved the charcoal pencil in his hand across the map.

He used charcoal to erase the territories of the powerful epic demons that Turan had marked one by one.

He crossed out each of the red areas marked "extremely dangerous".

Then he marked those towering mountains and erased them.

Turan's brow furrowed slightly.

Finally, the charcoal pencil started from the Copper Gate City and drew a straight line.

We traversed the safest, most winding, and golden route he had explored.

Then it passed through three forbidden areas.

He traversed the epic demon territories he had erased, passing through mountains marked as "impassable."

Finally, it landed at its destination.

More than a thousand kilometers north of Copper Gate City lies the border city-state of Winterfell.

An unnamed location a hundred kilometers away from the city of Mandu.

Lin Gui put down his charcoal pencil.

He extended his thumb, aimed it at the direction of the wasteland, squinted one eye, and used the sun as a medium to measure the angle.

A moment later, he raised his right hand, and a blade of wind shot out from his fingertips, drawing a straight, thin line on the muddy ground in front of the dock.

He then rolled up the gold route map and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then she closed her eyes.

Turan stood behind him, looking at the straight line drawn by the wind blade, and then at Lin Gui, whose eyes were already closed.

He looked puzzled.

He looks like a young man, but having lived through his golden age, he is already over fifty.

He has experienced and seen too much.

He had never seen such a bizarre situation that he couldn't understand at all.

"snort."

He said it softly.

"Let's see what you're up to, you little rascal."

Then he closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the train carriage, and crossed his arms over his chest.

On the berth, Lin Gui's complete silence left those still in the stands baffled.

Some people craned their necks, some stood on tiptoe, and some simply stood up.

But the black-haired mage just wouldn't move.

Like a sculpture, he sat on the hood of the car, eyes closed, breathing steadily, as if asleep.

On the podium, Aldrich remained silent for a moment, then quietly sat back down in his chair.

He didn't urge him.

Seeing this, Tobias could only wait patiently.

He stood beside the podium, his hands hanging at his sides, his smile frozen, but he dared not leave or urge anyone on.

The staff have already evacuated.

Only the 7-coin post office transport team and the core members of the guild remained on the dock.

The temporary shops outside the dock also closed down one by one.

The vendors, pushing carts and pulling goods, walked in twos and threes toward Tongmen City.

The sun, high in the sky, was already setting.

The light changed from dazzling to soft, and from soft to dim.

In the stands, only a few distinguished caravan representatives at the highest point remained, still frowning as they waited.

In the middle, the North Wind caravan was still standing.

Betty leaned against the railing, chin resting on her arm, her eyes fixed on the delivery truck in the distance.

"Why isn't he leaving yet...?"

Her voice was muffled.

Ellie stood beside her, holding a book, without saying a word.

Freya stood at the front, her long, ice-blue hair swaying slightly in the evening breeze, her azure eyes fixed on Lin Gui.

Beside him, the woman in the dark purple dress had lost most of her languid expression.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and the speed at which she twirled the folding fan between her fingers slowed down.

The gentleman who had been talking to her was already getting impatient.

He stood up, patted the wrinkles on his robe, and was about to say something.

A voice came from beside my ear.

"There's movement."

"He moved."

The gentleman froze.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the dock.

On the transport vehicle, the half-demon legendary mage stood up and whispered something in Lin Gui's ear.

Then Lin Gui opened his eyes and stood up.

The movements were slow, but each movement carried an undeniable decisiveness.

He took a few steps back and retreated to the middle of the carriage.

Then he raised his hand and waved it gently.

Inside the carriage, a huge shield flew up from the shadows and landed steadily in Hewlett's hands.

The shield was entirely black, with no decorations on its surface, but its edges were surprisingly thick, and its tail had a sharp metal support.

Hewlett took the shield and stood in front of the Wood Ghost.

He knelt on one knee, wedging the shield tail firmly into the floor of the transport vehicle, with the shield facing the wasteland.

Like a wedge, it nailed the shield to the front of the train.

Cedric and Freeman came to Hewlett's side, one on each side.

Each person gripped the shield tightly with one hand on each side.

Morgan stepped forward and placed his right hand on Lin Gui's shoulder.

Magic surged from his body, like a flood bursting its banks, and poured into Lin Gui's body.

Lin Gui raised his right hand, holding the oak staff in his palm.

There was no chanting.

There is no spell.

He waved it gently.

The jet-black train, weighing tens of thousands of tons, slowly rose from the ground.

Calm and quiet, like a feather lifted by the wind.

Under his control, the entire vehicle slowly turned, its front end aligned with the straight trail carved by the wind blades, stretching deep into the wasteland.

He pulled out two large scrolls from his person.

Under Lin Gui's control, they transformed into two streaks of light and entered the two gill-like structures on either side of the front of the car.

Then a giant magical ring unfolded.

The hurricane spewed from the gills of the fish, propelling the black train with a piercing roar.

The train began to move.

It's not fast.

It could even be described as very slow.

It slowly accelerated along the straight line drawn by the wind blade, heading from the dock towards the wasteland.

The entire vehicle was suspended less than a meter off the ground, like a giant bird gliding close to the ground.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

However, the trajectory can still be easily detected by people on the high platform.

It drove straight ahead into the depths of the wilderness, without any detours.

The gentleman in the stands paused for a moment.

Then he laughed, a laugh that carried a sense of disappointment and knowing disillusionment.

"baffling?"

He shook his head.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the woman's eyes widen.

The gentleman turned around in surprise and discovered...

The train that should have been flying slowly has disappeared.

gentleman:??