More than forty dossiers were read by Leillard very quickly.

Based on the humble environment here and the able language used in the file, it is simply marked how many people died in such and such an area on such and such a day, what characteristics there are, and what traces there are at the scene of the crime. In addition, there was no blood sampling, no limb collection, and no personnel seriously probing the footprints on the ground or the scope of the fight.

In the dark underworld, any forensics represents a waste of resources.

Except for the sporadic lights of the inner city, the eight-meter-high walls are immersed in black.

Even if you use low-light vision, you can only make the surrounding seven or eight meters visible, and the farther away is like being surrounded by a black seal, and in this environment, any creature will be replaced by depression. For example, high-latitude countries such as Sweden and Norway in the Lillard Earth plane are in the dark all year round, and although they enjoy the highest level of national welfare in the world, the suicide rate and depression are still high.

One can imagine how terrible the endless darkness is.

The troglodyte village was wiped out silently without warning, as if it had been wiped out overnight. If it weren't for the dwarf overseers who went to investigate, I'm afraid no one would have noticed the caveman's death. And the rest of the scattered dead are intriguing.

Many of them disappear in the dark, through certain lanes, over certain hills, or when they go to the toilet.

Because it was the death of a partner, those witnesses left a few words.

For example, a rapidly moving afterimage, with thick footprints of unknown shape on the ground, tails, and grayish-brown.

Looking at the description on the dossier, Leillard made up some of the velociraptor appearances.

Witnesses have also left a sketch, but the overly abstract feeling is only to grasp the moment passing in front of them, blurry and unable to see the full state, let alone determine the form of the other party.

Witnesses also abruptly disappeared during subsequent events.

As for the disappearance of the patrol, it was marked as top secret, and a few records were hastily recorded that some teams had lost contact, and there were no other records.

Presumably, the Ombudsman should have conducted a detailed investigation.

Leillard tossed the materials into a drawer that was a few years old and smelled of staleness, and couldn't help but think deeply.

Being able to make the eighth-level combat team disappear collectively can make the caveman with hundreds of people die silently, which shows that the other party is not an individual crime, it should be organized by some group and the division of labor is orderly, and there will inevitably be the participation of other professionals. And the rapid movement and disappearance should indicate that this group of monsters has extraordinary speed. Even if the caretaker here is only a low-level professional of level five or six, the movement of a level eight class is not fast enough for them to see only the afterimage.

Leillard tapped his fingers on the tabletop. It's a movement he always likes to do when he thinks.

Was the sudden disappearance of the village a rehearsal for an attack or a silent demonstration?

If it is a demonstration, then why did no body remain.

If it's a rehearsal, why make such a fuss.

The disappearance of more than a dozen villages, far and near, and the time of disappearance are also different, the area under the jurisdiction of the northern district is similar to an hourglass, and the city wall is built in the smallest part of the hourglass, hundreds of meters of the city wall effectively hinders the attack of the outside world, but it is even more impossible to understand what changes have taken place in the vast outside. The vast area outside the North District is tens of square kilometers, to say the least. Wanting to move quickly around the area without disturbing the other cavemen was too demanding for Lillard.

What's more, whether those mutated creatures have anything to do with the zombies that broke through underground also needs to be verified.

Leillard's eyes looked to the ground, and Egris's cave system was surrounded by furry lichens that resembled moss.

This lichen is poisonous and inedible, and contains a considerable amount of magical radiation, but it will disappear on its own when exposed to blood.

If he hadn't seen the map, he wouldn't have known that the Drow Elves had relied on the magical resonance circuits formed by this lichen to create a preliminary defense system to monitor the entire Egris.

However, even if he knew that the two were very connected, Lillard would not be able to replicate the map.

The principle cannot be analyzed, and the most basic magic model, the manufacture of the magic guide is far away, and it is impossible to reach, and you can only stare dryly.

The development of the magic guide in the dark region for thousands of years is indeed not a knowledge that a half-person like Lillard can quickly grasp after a glance.

Turning his eyes a little disappointed, Leillard pondered whether he needed a field trip.

Thinking about it from another angle, if those things that the exploration team led by the eighth level couldn't accomplish easily, wouldn't he put himself in the spotlight and burn it? With his current status, doing this kind of thing is simply killing himself.

Thinking like this, Lailard's brain instantly came alive.

Loloni doesn't need to solve the problem here, what she needs is the ability to provide her own solution to the situation here, even if she finds some clues that are unknown, to provide a practical solution to the entire suspenseful event. If I really rely on one person to solve all the problems, I am afraid that I will be dragged back tomorrow to be sacrificed as a sacrifice.

He only has a few people in his hands, and even the original stationed team has lost troops, and he can still complete it single-handedly with thousands of garbage with a career level of no more than five?

Thinking of this, he suddenly became a little enlightened.

This matter can be delayed, and it will only take a few days to complete it if you really deal with it yourself. However, it takes time for him to make the appearance that he is a strange and powerful wizard from a foreign land, and that he has to show that he has intelligence, courage, and an amazing ability to deal with problems.

This is the attitude of a collaborator.

If he's just a martial artist........

To be honest, no matter how powerful a martial artist is, can he beat the five ninth-level lords of Egris?

Can you really hang it, he ran dry hair to sneak in?!

Not to mention, hunger and aging are constant reminders of Lillard's need to eat.

Bathed in the warm radiance of magic, the most important thing for Laiard to do at the moment is to restore his strength, develop his followers, and take advantage of the east wind of some unknown troublemakers to sabotage and strengthen his own church here.

With this basic strategy in place, Lillard knew what he needed to do next.

He's going to make this his base!

No matter how small the mosquito is, it is also ***, although it is very weak, but it is better than the base, and it is easy to be brainwashed. These simple creatures have no faith of their own, and the Drow will certainly not let these filthy creatures believe in the Queen Spider, they will pollute the divinity of the Queen Spider, which will be a great disaster for the entire Drow City. So there is no Drow interfering with the caveman's religion. I'm afraid they don't even know what the clans of cavemen are, and what their characteristics are.

This gives Lillard a huge amount of room to maneuver.

You still need to be cautious about dealing with demons and gnomes, but if you adopt the model of surface mission, you can also expect the transformation of this group of guys.

And the invading creatures are really stronger, so their own rations have also been settled.

Following this line of thinking, there seems to be a road ahead of Lillard.

Thinking of the smugness, he couldn't help but let out a rude laugh, which made the leaders of several tribes outside the door who were about to meet him sweat.

"This drow must be sick!"

At the same time, they gave this definition in their hearts, and then stood more straight and firm, not allowing this madman to find trouble for himself.