Elon ultimately decided to trust Isaac, so he immediately set off toward the outskirts of Westpire City.
***
The afternoon sun was scorching, but there wasn't a hint of a breeze in the air.
At this moment, along the 40,000-meter-long boundary of Misty Forest, there were large piles of horsebit oil or easily flammable whiken grass placed every few dozen meters, next to trees or in the grass.
After solidifying, the horsebit oil turned into a brownish-yellow paste, covered with a lot of dry branches and dead leaves.
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