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Alfred went to kill the palace guards.
At this moment, the fake Golden Duke was flying in the air in a high-profile manner. As the morning light broke, his speed continuously increased.
Stepping on the light tracks, after crossing several other duchies, an endless circle of fire appeared in front of him.
The fire ring was 300 feet wide and emitted a scorching temperature. The length was unimaginable.
This circle of flames was like a natural chasm to creatures that could not fly, enough to block life.
Looking down from the sky, the ground below was divided by the line of fire.
Outside the fire circle, life was abundant. After passing through the fire circle, it began to become desolate.
The yellowish-brown soil was exposed to the scorching sun, and not a single blade of grass grew on it.
It was not until deeper that some greenery could be seen.
"Special farm ahead, stop!"