In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, you can't feel the time passing between your fingers. Teucer awoke from the darkness and silence, and he tried to brace himself, but the solid walls of the barrel stopped him, and his whole body ached, and his stomach burned with hunger.

He carefully lifted the lid of the barrel, quietly poked his head out of the barrel, and looked around vigilantly, the flickering hole was not guarded by goblins at all. He crept out of the barrel.

"Bones, bones seem to fall apart." The long confinement had dulled Teucer's joints, and he could hear every movement he made causing a bone-to-bone click, and even his tongue became less susceptible.

"Goddess forbid, my leg is not broken yet." Teucer was secretly glad in his heart. Except for a slight tingling pain in his right ankle, he was no longer able to walk slowly.

"No, I need to find something to eat." Teucer muttered in a slight voice that he could barely hear, fearing that he had forgotten how to express his needs and emotions because of his long stay in hiding. "Oh, my goddess Arcana, please protect me, the unfortunate and wretched."

The deep caverns are littered with debris, and they are full of variety, from broken wooden bars to worn barrels, and even women who have become rats' nests.

"These guys really have a special hobby." Teucer saw the milky little mouse in the rat's nest and muttered, "You too." ”

In the distance, countless debris was stacked on top of each other, and they were stacked one after another like mass graves looming in the darkness, and they stacked the uneven surface of the cave into a variety of pocket terrains, and the debris pile at the entrance of the cave was nothing compared to the inside of the cave.

The roof of the cave is very high, a full 2 tok high, and the uneven roof of the cave hangs countless strangely shaped stalagmites, and the continuous dripping of water from these stalagmites seems to be the secret of the cave's 'thriving life'. The black hole sticking out of the cavern occasionally emits a faint light like breathing, making the protrusion of the storage hole more mysterious and wide, and for Teucer, this place is like a world after life.

"I have to, too." Teucer effortlessly took out the little mouse that lived in the woman's **, let the little mouse squeak and squeak, he pulled out the crude knife he had obtained from the tall and thin goblin from his waist, shaved off the head and tail of the little mouse in three strokes and five divided by two, and pulled the little mouse's internal organs out of the abdominal cavity of the mouse and was still in the mud full of bat and mouse droppings.

A warm current rose in Toucer's stomach, and the warm current passed through his body, and even his heart, which was on the verge of despair, was comforted a little, and the strength seemed to return to his limbs, at least his feet no longer trembled, and his heart no longer panicked. Although the fishy smell of the rat meat and * did make him scoff, but for him now it was a life-sustaining treasure, he found some gray-black cloth in the miscellaneous pile next to him, drilled holes in the peeled rat meat with a knife, strung the excess rat meat with strips of cloth, and then carefully tied the strips of cloth full of small rat meat to the hemp rope "belt" he made like a treasure.

With the food problem solved, Tork had to find clothes that could be used to protect him from the cold as soon as possible. The cold and dampness of the cavern had already penetrated the inferior leather armor that had been plucked from the goblin's body, seeping into his bones, making him shiver with cold.

The mountain of debris became the site of Teucer's treasure hunt, and Teucer finally found a tattered but clean dark robe and a pair of leather boots with cracked soles, and Teucer used a knife to mercilessly execute the inedible creatures hidden in the robes and leather boots, and put them on his body.

"Don't get carried away, keep an eye on your back." In Teucer's mind, the unfamiliar voice popped out suddenly. He was startled into a cold sweat, and immediately fell to the ground, looking back at the dim mouth of the cave that was faintly illuminated by the flames jumping from the torches—a goblin guard was poking his head into the cave, and simply threw an empty wine jug made of stone into the cave, and the poor wine jug was shattered to pieces. Teucer remained motionless, holding his breath until the goblin had finished drinking and had turned away for a long time, before he got up from the ground.

Teucer groped his way to the cave wall, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he could see what had been blurred in the darkness, he could see the glowing eyes of the rats in the cave. He also saw the disgusting feces under his feet. He did not give up hope of life, but hope was rippling, and he tried to explore the depths of this cave, like a vigilant mouse carefully exploring the road that had never been before. Whenever a sporadic goblin patrol walked past the entrance of the cave, making the characteristic "popping" footsteps of a goblin walking, he would immediately lie on the ground, gently cover his robe over his head, and secretly observe the goblin guards' every move through the hole in the robe until they slowly left.

He felt the walls of the cave and walked to the deepest part of the cavern. At the top of the cave there is a cavity covered in vines, with only the occasional ray of light falling through the cracks in the vine branches. While the hollow at the top led to the outside, it wasn't an escape route, as there were no footholds to climb on.

"It seems that my concerns are already unnecessary." Teucer looked back at the entrance to the cavern, which had been obscured by the undulating ground, "It seems that the ground here is lower than where the goblins store their waste, this is a deep pit they haven't discovered yet, and it's safe for now." ”

Teucer looked around at the place, still showing interest in the vine-sealed cavity above his head. He looked at the illusory light with expectant anticipation, and reached out to grab it, but it was so empty, until the light suddenly disappeared, and the idea in Teucer's mind was completely shattered.

"Ahh Akana. Unless you can give me a pair of wings, I will not be able to escape this dark hell through there! Is this the path you pointed me out for, in the darkness of the day, like a rat in this deep pit and deep cave for the rest of my life? Tokin seemed to be a little out of control, and he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot.

"Huh?" There was a "click" sound under Teucer's feet, this feeling was like something under his feet bounced back due to continuous trampling, he quickly stepped on it again with all his strength, standing motionless, Teucer was already like a frightened bird, his forehead was startled with hot beads of sweat, sweat beads slid down the sides of his cheeks, like small insects slowly squirming on his cheeks.

"Goblin Trap! It's really the end of it, this must be a contact point like a goblin hidden mechanism. His mind quickly flooded with all sorts of words he could think of.

"What are you doing, short sir?" A distant sound seemed to take Teucer back to a fragment of his old past, where a dwarf from the town of Gudebai was prostrate on the ground, working on an improvised device capable of making a 'click'.

"Of course, you Trians don't understand our Montenegrin craftsmanship. Let me tell you, little bunny, it's a simple pedal device, want to eat birds? It's up to you. The dwarf fiddled intently with the device in its hand.

Teucer froze in place, the afterglow of his eyes firing around, and he cautiously peeked at the soles of his feet, and he vaguely saw a special metal plate embedded in the ground.

"Oh, how do you use this thing. Mr. Short in Montenegro. Teucer asked the dwarf who was obsessed with the device in his hand with interest.

"See this plank? If this is a large contraption, half of your soul will already be in the mound by the time you step on it. When you lift your foot, the trap will trigger. The dwarf finally turned his head, and it was an angular face with his right eye blinded.

Teucer's heart was almost torn apart with nervousness, and a mysterious light began to flicker on the metal plate under his feet, and the light shot out from the holes in the metal plate that flashed like eyes, and in Tocke's eyes, the holes of the glittering light made him incomprehensible, and his mouth was wide open, and the expression on his face was already stiff. For Teucer, it was a bad omen, a ghostly dance. The afterlife world seemed to be eroding his living soul.

"It must be a trap, the unfamiliar words on this metal plate, it must be a vicious curse of the goblin." Teucer, who was talking to himself, softly ** with a panicked tremor in his eyes.

Teucer was just thinking about how to quickly lift his leg from this strange thing, and then slip away safely, the strange thing made his heart swell wildly, he never knew that the goblins would make such an elaborate mechanism and bury it in this stinking black hole, at least the impression of the goblins in Tok's mind was that they were a group of gray-skinned, eyelidless, malnourished, barbarian-like people who liked to rob, kill, and kill all day long. An ugly bastard who does nothing evil.

Teucer didn't know how long he had been standing, he had almost completely forgotten the concept of time in the cave, there was almost no light in the cave except night and night, and Teucer's stiff legs gradually could not support his tired body.

"No matter what, you can't escape, what's the point of living in such a painful life?" Teucer crossed his heart, gritted his teeth, and slowly raised his hands to protect his head.

"Maybe it's better to die early than to live in pain." Teucer kicked his legs the ground, and one rolled on one side on the muddy ground next to him. There was a mysterious glow on the metal plate, but nothing happened.

"I'm alive!" Teucer was filled with joy because it didn't match what he had thought of before, and he thought of the countless whooshing sounds that had suddenly erupted in the cavern, and it was entirely possible that he was now covered with black-brown rusty arrows, and that he was dying in agony.

Curiosity led Teucer to crawl slowly to the metal plate embedded in the ground, and the mysterious light glittering in the holes in the metal plate was so fascinating.

He couldn't help but reach out and stroke the strange metal plate, which was not cold, but transmitted to Teucer a warm sensation that was more delicate than caressing the bathed skin. He scraped away the dirt and mouse droppings from the metal plate with his hands, and he chiseled and chiseled along the edge of the metal plate, and finally he realized that it was not a strange metal plate at all, but a strange metal box, which was more than a meter long, exactly the size of the hole in the ceiling of the cave.

"This must be something from the heavens!" Teucer was so excited that I forgot I was still in the goblins' lair, and he even muttered, "What a delicate metal chest!" There must be a lot of treasure hidden in it! I'm rich! I'm going to get out, to hell with you bastard goblins! A long-lost smile gradually spread across Teucer's face.

In front of Teucer was a delicate metal box in a standard cuboid, the edges and corners of the metal box were almost natural, the surface of the metal box was engraved with rare characters that Teucer had never been in contact with, and the side of the box shimmered with a faint light, and there seemed to be countless dots and lines on it that changed their trajectory slightly with the passage of time. Every time Teucer touched the box, he felt a special touch, like the leap of life, as if this strange metal box was alive.

Teucer couldn't wait to use the knife in his hand to pry the mysterious metal box, but the metal box didn't move at all, not even a trace of prying. Finally, he touched an inconspicuous protrusion, and the metal box, which even a knife couldn't pry open, miraculously opened on its own.

The inside of the chest glowed a warm blue, but it wasn't gold or silver. Instead, a uniquely shaped longsword was quietly placed in the chest, held up by a metal stand inside the box, as if to show his charm to those who found him. The blade of this longsword was completely different from the ordinary longsword that Teucer often came into contact with, strange words were engraved on the blade like a spell, and the unique blade did not emit a lightning bolt like a dark blue lightning.

Teucer was deeply attracted by this long sword, he couldn't help but reach out and grasp the hilt of the long sword, the blue light in the metal box was extinguished the moment Teucer held the sword, and the metal box also turned to ashes in front of his eyes like an illusion with the blue light, as if this box had never existed here.

Teucer looked at the sword in his hand with affection, he was sure that it was a sword, although Teucer sighed in his heart about the disappearance of the sword box. But his gaze had long been completely conquered by the inscription on the sword and the graceful form of the sword, and he sat on the damp ground and admired the sword obsessively, the blade of which was about 2 feet long, and the obscure 'incantations' and incomprehensible patterns fused with the blade, exactly the same pattern that Teucer had seen on the chest that had been reduced to ashes. The hilt of the sword is decorated with motifs of the moon and the sun, but the crescent moon on the hilt of the sword has only one strange round, instead of the two crescents that appear in the sky above Tark at night; Embedded in the center of the hilt is a "jewel" that presents a deep blue color, and the handle of this sword is black, and the head of the sword is a round black head that is round but not smooth, connecting the head of the sword to the handle of the sword just right.

"This thing doesn't belong here, it belongs to us." A mysterious voice suddenly sounded in Teucer's head.

"Who are you?" Teucer's brain struggled. He swung the sword, as if to fight the voice. The blade slashed through the humid air, barely feeling any weight of the sword.

"It's getting more and more interesting, you're worth a lot more than I estimate, and I'm your master, according to your words. And you are the only lucky one who can communicate with me. The voice ringing in his head was unusually cold.