In front of him was a dimly lit space, surrounded only by the cacophony of metal and hard objects, and the occasional intelligible shout from a distant rear. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Antoun mechanically waved the old mine hoe in his hand and went about his work in silence. Obviously, there is no trace of relevant memories left, but the body can move as if reflexively, and it seems that he has been in this place for some time.

Under normal circumstances, he would feel uneasy and discouraged after this kind of cognition, but now the long hours of physical labor have made his nerves extremely numb, and he has no room to experience that superfluous feelings.

I'm so tired, I want to rest-

It was a genuine cry from the depths of his heart, but even the little desire that was left was suppressed by his body's instincts. Because the body knows that something even more terrible will happen if it does that.

I don't know how long later, when the sound of the horn sounded a little faint, Antoun subconsciously stopped what he was doing and slowly joined the gradually forming team. Following the man who was also ragged and carrying tools, he began to move diagonally upward.

After advancing some distance, the light around him began to increase significantly, making his eyes, which had been immersed in darkness for a long time, uncomfortable. After his vision finally returned to normal, Antoun noticed a difference between the few people standing at what appeared to be the entrance and the rest of the group.

This does not refer to anything that does not need to be said about clothing, temperament, status, etc., but refers to their eyes as red as blood and the terrifying horns of beasts on their heads.

Demons.

Words that had been forgotten in a corner of my memory not long ago popped up in my mind. An enemy of most races, the master of the Warcraft realm, known for his great strength and tyrannical nature. Of course, in fact, this is just a description of the lowest level of demons, as far as Antun knows, the demons a little higher are a different picture, but that is already a big man he can't see.

Thinking about the fact that his life was in the hands of these tyrannical creatures, he couldn't help but take a second look, only to meet one of them. In order not to be mistaken by the other party for disrespect to him and quickly looked away, he noticed that the owner of the eye was slightly different from the other demons - there were no horns on his head.

What's going on? Such surprise appeared in his mind for a moment, but he immediately dismissed it with reason. In such an environment, worrying about things that have nothing to do with you is tantamount to self-destruction.

In this way, Antun, who had emptied his head, returned to the ground with the team under the scrutiny of the demons. Even though it is an area controlled by demons, the sky is no different from other places.

The exit to the underground is a valley, and there is something that looks like the remains of a house in a fairly large clearing. I can't remember what kind of place this is, what happened before, why it was controlled by demons, and so on.

Even though he knew that he was in a bad state, Antoun didn't have a solution. It should be said that he still has common sense and memories of before coming here.

From the other exits nearby, the team slowly walked towards it, eventually merging with the one Antoun was on. Those people are no different from the people here, their eyes are blank, and it is very unbelievable that they have not given up their lives. But maybe he and those people were set up by the demons to prohibit suicide, and it wasn't necessarily, but he just forgot about it.

In addition, he also confirmed that there were about thirty demons on the scene, although the number was far less than that of humans, but it was more than enough to manage. Of the thirty, most of them were supposed to be overseers, except for two slightly smaller ones who were on the side of the line, handing out food-like things to those who passed by.

When it was time for Antoun, he also learned from the person in front of him, took what looked like a sticky glue from the hands of the thin little demon, and in order not to arouse suspicion, he swallowed it without any hesitation the moment he got it. The taste and texture are as disgusting as I imagined, but I don't have a strong desire to vomit, and it seems that my body is really used to it.

Thankfully, this thing does seem to have the effect of replenishing physical strength, and the effect is extremely fast, and after swallowing it for less than half a minute, Antoun feels that the physical strength he has consumed all day of work has begun to recover significantly. As for whether it has side effects, it is not something he can know and have time to consider.

After the simple eating, Antoun noticed that the front of the group began to diverge, and in groups of a dozen people, people were taken by the demons to the holes dug up at random in the rock wall. The hollows, which could not be made out from the outside, looked a little terrifying in the light of dusk.

As a result, when it was his turn to be in the group, he suddenly found that the one who led the way for his group happened to be the demon who had not had horns that he noticed earlier, and it seemed that this special demon was acting as their supervisor.

In a short time, under the mechanical march, the crowd came to the hollow. The demons motioned for them to enter with their eyes, and after entering the empty tunnel as the last person, there was a loud noise behind him that Antoun couldn't help but glance back. What caught the eye was the indifferent face of the strange demon clan, blocking the exit with a boulder.

So the only chance to get out of here every day is to get to another place where the darkness is.

The desperate truth was in front of him, but Antun's heart naturally did not fluctuate much. The first person who walked into the hollow seemed to have stopped moving, and when he passed, he found everyone but him lying on the ground with nothing, unconscious from sleepiness.

If it weren't for the faint sound of breathing that could be heard in the confined space, it would be convincing to say that they were all dead. In the space where the smell of sweat mixed with other strange smells, aimlessly looking back on what he could remember, Antoun fell into a deep sleep.

“……”

What awakens Antoun from the ecstasy of the past is a violent gasp, and it is the kind that is unmistakably painful.

He opened his eyes, fully awake to the sight of an anomalous being standing in the darkness. Judging from the silhouette of his body, it should be the human who came in earlier, but from the neck upwards, he no longer looks like a normal human, and large pieces of skin are covered by the continuous growth of ore that continuously emits a faint blue light.

Considering the condition inside the cave, there was no doubt that the source of the sound was the guy with the glowing ore, but Antoun couldn't think of any information about the anomaly in front of him.

In the short time that he was stunned, it seemed that a few more people woke up one after another, but this was also of course, after all, the wheezing sound became more and more intense, and the area of the standing person's body growing blue ore was gradually increasing. I'm afraid that in less than half a minute, I won't be able to tell that he was originally an ordinary human.

"Mana Erosion ......"

A man beside him said the word in a trembling voice. It was the first time Antun had heard emotional words in the numb crowd, and he couldn't help but frown, it seemed that the mutation was not as simple as he thought.

At this moment, the process of fossilization is completely over, and what should have been a human existence stops moaning, as if it has become something as beautiful as a work of art.

"There must be something down here that can't be touched!"

The man who spoke seemed to be terrified to the extreme, and before Antoun, who was trying to take this opportunity to try to get a message out of his mouth, was ready to say it, he jumped up from the ground, ran through the tunnel to the hole sealed by the boulder, and began to shout. The content is nothing more than "let me out" and "damn demons" and the like.

When he made such a fuss, everyone in the cave woke up.

"Leave him alone, he's probably crazy."

Probably noticing his gaze in the direction of the cave entrance, another man said this to Antoun.

"Anyway, we have to work as usual tomorrow, and we can't be saved, so it's better to go to bed early and regain our strength. Greenia is no longer the kingdom of humanity. ”

The man's words seemed to win the unanimous approval of those around him, and the rest of the people who were still sitting lay back on the ground, as if neither the man who was being petrified nor the man who was banging on the boulder did not exist.

Perhaps because of the loss of memory of working here for a long time, Antoun couldn't do the kind of thing that happened to the other party as if they were nothing. He stood up and walked into the middle of the corridor before he sat down against the uneven wall.

What will tomorrow bring? Probably like the man said it wouldn't change, but at least one thing, he was the same as the man at the entrance of the cave - he didn't want to die yet. For this reason, it is indeed necessary to nourish the spirit.

Comforting himself like this, he returned to his dreams again.

The next day, Antun was kicked awake by the hornless demons, and the opponent's kick was so strong that he almost thought that his body had been cut into a big hole.

Seeing his reaction after waking up, the other party put on a very disdainful look, and then walked towards the cave. Seconds later, screams echoed inside. Holding on to the wall, he struggled to stand up, and lined up with the people who were also tortured under the management of the Hornless Demons, only to notice that the ore corpses in the cave had been cleared of the unknown when, and even the man who looked crazy last night was no longer visible.

Sure enough, it was disposed of.

Quietly glancing at the interior of the valley, there was no space for corpses, and the empty exits were all standing corresponding humans. Antoun estimated that the man had either been thrown farther away or eaten directly, although he had only heard that low-level demons would eat humans without seeing it with his own eyes.

Then, as expected, it was as boring and heavy work as expected, and his missing memories showed no sign of being filled. The expressions of the people around him didn't provide him with any reference, and the "magic erosion" phenomenon he saw last night was like a dream, and there was no trace of it.

After another three days, this life changed without warning. When Antun didn't know how many times he swung his pickaxe, he dug up something new besides rocks, dirt, plant roots, etc.

It was a cobalt-blue piece of ore, and for some reason it seemed familiar to him. But the instinct formed by the mechanical work made him not pay much attention to it, and continued to dig diagonally downward.

The moment he finished his work and walked to the ground, he suddenly felt a strong feeling of dizziness, which made him unable to maintain his standing strength, and he fell forward to the ground.

Incredibly, the impact of the fall didn't give him any pain. Could it be that something is finally wrong with my nervous system? Thinking so, he tried to prop up his body with his hands, and saw that a different color appeared on the back of his hand, which had become almost brown in labor.

The dark blue ore seems to make a statement of its existence, emitting a charming shimmer.