Ferry swallowed the last piece of meatloaf and slammed it to the floor, the chair gone.

"Run, it's a black-fronted rat. Catherine exclaimed eagerly. She released a wall of fire in front of her, and a scream suddenly rang out, and dozens of black-fronted rats were scorched in the wall of fire, emitting a foul smell. The firelight illuminated the surroundings, and thousands of black-fronted rats rushed in like a tide, and they stopped in front of the wall of fire, like huge waves rushing up the reef, and scattered in both directions.

"There's a light over there. Ace raised his sword and pointed forward, grabbed Ferry with one hand and ran away. Catherine followed, and began to condense the second wall of fire.

The rats circled the wall of fire and accelerated after them, and Fee, who was being dragged by it, felt a chill on his scalp. He clasped his hands to his chest as he ran, wanting to release the Sacred Ring Technique as soon as possible to dispel the black-fronted rats.

Catherine unleashed a second wall of fire on the spot, once again holding back the pursuing rats. The three of them were not far from the light, and it could be seen that it was a small spatial door.

"Notice that you're following me, and there's a bunch of black-fronted rats rushing in front of you. Ace, who was running in front, shouted, and the long sword had been swung left and right, and the three black-fronted rats that pounced were instantly cut in half, and blood splattered. Ace held his small shield in front of him, and the blood of the black-fronted rat was stained on the wooden shield, emitting a trace of green smoke.

"Damn corrosion!" Ace shouted as he swung his long sword, and more than a dozen black-fronted rats died one after another under his sword. But A's body also had black-fronted rat blood splashed in several places. The blood corroded through the clothes and stuck to the skin, causing an indescribable stinging pain.

The rat swarm chasing after had already bypassed the second wall of fire, and was only about ten meters away from the three of them. Hordes of frenzied black-fronted rats can eat dragons, and Catherine unleashes one last wall of fire, her heart shrinking. As's swing of his sword began to slow down, not just because of his physical strength, his long sword was blunted by corrosion, and a few black-fronted rats were even just sent flying.

Twenty meters away from the spatial gate, Catherine gathered the remnants of her magic and threw an ice snowball forward, hoping to help Ace as much as possible. At the last five meters, only half of As's shield remained. He gave up slashing, but swept back and forth with his sword in both hands like a wooden club, and the black-fronted rat that met him was smashed out and flew out, and pounced on him as soon as he hit the ground.

This way of fighting is difficult to get them forward, and several black-fronted rats have already pounced on As. There were two less fighters in the team, and the team's combat effectiveness dropped sharply, and the black-fronted rat behind him had already approached within ten meters.

Are we going to die here?—Catherine suddenly despaired, and she saw that Ace was being buried by the black-fronted rat that pounced on her. However, this man, like the tall walls of the royal city of Daxt, stood still and did not flinch at all. As far as Ace is concerned, as long as he still has a breath, he will definitely stand at the forefront of the mercenary group.

"I'm done. Ferry in the middle of the two shouted, and his chest suddenly lit up. A ball of light rose from his chest and exploded above his head. The soft light shone out in all directions, forming a diffuse circle of light centered on Fee. The black-fronted rat, which rushed two meters away from Rikatherine, screamed and fled, for fear of being illuminated by this light.

"Saved. Ferry fell to his knees as he softened, using up all his strength as he ran. Ace and Catherine set up Ferry together and walked through the space door. The moment they crossed the door, all three of them fell to the ground at the same time, gasping for breath.

Nothing seemed to have happened on the other side of the space door, and the seven members of the committee sat gracefully at the banquet table as if they had never moved.

"Mr. Fangbi, how are the brave men?" asked Lady Vicie, seeing that the Kurid mercenary group had returned safely, to the second member sitting on her right.

Mr. Fangbi wears a pair of thick glasses, has a somewhat bloated figure, and has three small bells tied to the tip of his hat.

"Just take a look. Mr. Fangbi pushed his glasses, and handed him a report with one hand in the dark, "Well, the three brave men of the Kur Mercenary Regiment passed the first level in a total of eight minutes and eleven seconds, killing eighty-four black-fronted rats. According to the strength of the enemy and the number of participants, in all the three hundred and eleven Brave Paradises that have been held, their comprehensive evaluation can be ranked in the top 200. However, among the seven phases of the Brave Paradise held in Corner City, they ranked second. ”

"Detailed data about the Paradise of the Brave, this should be written down. In the midst of the commissioners and Catherine, the goblin scholar suddenly appeared, and he began to mumble again.

"That can't be a goblin scholar, right? Lady Visy was a little surprised, "Master Mermer, you are an expert in the undead, please explain to us how he got here." ”

Master Mermo had only one eye left, and he wore a white blindfold, a short gray beard, and six small bells tied to the tip of his hat. I saw him wave his hand and release a cloud of red mist at the goblin scholar. Unexpectedly, the red mist drifted to the goblin scholar's side, but it dissipated automatically. Master Mermo frowned, rubbed his hands, conjured a handful of white powder in his palm, and blew it towards the goblin scholar with a "whew".

This time, the white powder dispersed around the goblin scholar, leaving several extremely thin threads in the air. The threads were so thin that they would not have been found unless they had been covered in powder in the dark. One end of the line came from the goblin scholar, while the other pointed to the three Catherines.

"No wonder, no wonder. Master Mermo nodded, "Lord Visse, this goblin scholar is not an ordinary lonely spirit, nor is he a resentful spirit who has refused the summons of the underworld, but has some connection with the kings of the Dead Realm. However, the undead of the Dead Realm are ruled by kings and cannot come freely into the world, and usually need to be summoned by a necromancer. But in my opinion, he was not summoned, but appeared on his own. In fact, when the red mist could not solidify him, it was already a sign that the goblin scholar did not really exist here. I'm afraid he's made some deal with the kings of the realm of the dead, and he can release a projection of himself through some medium. As for the medium, it can be a person or a thing, but it must always have something to do with the undead. ”

"It's people. The lady with the pointed chin with two silver bells on the tip of her hat suddenly said, and she sat on the opposite side of the gray cloud.

"Bi, why?" asked Master Mermo curiously.

"I have a record here. Behind Bi, a hand handed over a note.

Bi tapped her finger on the record and said, "While bathing in the small barrel bathhouse, this goblin scholar has already appeared. At that time, the three brave men were all taking a bath, and there was nothing on them. ”

"I see. Master Mermo paused for a moment, then continued, "In this case, among the three brave men, it is obviously impossible for the Holy Priest, and Miss Magician's elemental nature should repel the undead, so it is most likely Mr. Swordsman." ”

Catherine heard Master Mermer's words from afar and looked at Ace with her mouth wide open. Ace also looked at her with a surprised expression, obviously unable to accept it.

"We've been spying on us. A few hints of anger flashed through Catherine's heart, although in someone else's territory, there was nothing there could be to do. But Catherine thought again, "It must have been just far away, and they didn't know that I was carrying a letter from Kikiki. ”

"There are characters related to the undead in the Eastern Continent again. Mrs. Vicie looked interested, "Mr. Fangbi, do you have any information about that Mr. As?"

"Wait, it will take some time to get the information. Mr. Fangby stood up, took a step back and disappeared into the darkness.

"Old Professor, you'll have to wait anyway, tell us what deal you made with the kings of the Dead Realm?"

Suddenly, a slightly harsh, exaggerated woman's voice rang out. It was from a commissioner sitting on the right next to Mrs. Vicie. The commissioner had five bells on the tip of her hat, and she looked very young, but she wore very glamorous makeup. On the snow-white cheeks, large red lips and dark circles are drawn, and the corners of the eyes are outlined with gold. Her eyelashes were dotted with shiny silver dust, and her teeth were clean and neat. It's just that when she speaks, she likes to use her pink tongue and lick her upper row of teeth from time to time.

Except for the greetings at the appearance, this bewitching heavy makeup has not spoken, but rubbed his nails very boringly. Until now, she seemed to have discovered an interesting topic.

However, the other committee members all frowned when they heard her speak, but they did not mean to stop her. The goblin scholar was still writing to himself, without the slightest hint of an answer.

"Hey, old professor, tell me about it. Enchanting Heavy Makeup was quite dissatisfied with the attitude of the goblin scholar, "Why keep it a secret? You see, the goblin encyclopedia library has been burned, and many precious materials have been destroyed. If you don't say it, you will be gone one day, won't this secret disappear into the dust again? History will repeat itself, so you should tell it. ”

The words of the glamorous heavy makeup seemed to stab the goblin scholar in a sore spot, and he rarely stopped his pen and looked up at the committee members, his looming face flashing violently.

"Outcasts, what right do you guys who only know how to play with people's hearts and ask around, talk about history? The goblin scholar's tone was filled with intense anger, "You think I don't know that the dark army that invaded the Goblin Academy back then was a coalition of various races. I thought I was going to plunder the encyclopedia, but I didn't expect to set fire to the Encyclopedia Library, thousands of encyclopedias, all kinds of books, and dozens of university scholars...... Hey, don't say you're going to get out of the relationship!"

"Oh, we're outcasts, and the coalition won't find us. The bewitching heavy makeup waved his hand in a super large way, "Old professor, it's strange that you like to record all kinds of knowledge too much." From the ancient gods to the ants and civilians, none of them will let go. You have written too many of the secrets, the weaknesses, and the histories that cannot be made public. The most important thing is that your Goblin Academy is open to everyone, and anyone can consult it in the Encyclopedia Library. You are all pedantic, and on the surface you are respected by all races, but in fact, you have long been angry and resentful. Do you know why you burn them, old professor, no one can allow anyone else to have those encyclopedias, and the best thing to do is for no one to get them. Do you know why the scholars don't let go of any of them? Because you are so knowledgeable, you are an encyclopedia in your own right. If you don't die, there will be a big encyclopedia library in less than a hundred years. Character determines fate, this is really true. Who made you goblin scholars, study and record all your life. From the moment the Goblin Civilization appeared, it was a sign of its demise. ”

"Shut up, don't you inquire too little about secrecy?" the goblin scholar shouted in a fit of rage, dancing to and fro, "how many secrets have you learned from all the tribes? What we have recorded is knowledge, learning, and history! To be destroyed, you should be the first to be destroyed, why are you goblins? Why!? This is not fair, this is not fair!"

"You can't wear it too much. She covered her mouth and laughed, "We don't talk about it, we're just spectators." Low-key, old professor, be low-key. ”

"You're not low-key, you're waiting for an opportunity to play with people's hearts, you're all villains with bad taste. The goblin scholar pointed to the three Catherines and said, "You set a trap for them to sign a contract of life and death, and plundered their memories. What do you say to show your respect, hmph, why don't you tell them the true face of the Paradise of the Brave?"