Even though Teucer was tired and hungry, his mind became clearer and clearer after he calmly and quickly killed the two goblins who were escorting him.

Time passes in the millimeter. His bound hands were not very sharp, but he still managed to find a knife from the corpse of the short goblin. The distorted effort of the posture cut through the rough hemp rope that bound the hands.

The rope finally broke, and Teucer's hands were free again. The hunger in his stomach drove him through the corpses of the two ugly goblins, hoping to find something to eat in them, or something else that would help him escape. He untied the rope from the waist of the short, goblin whose head had been kicked to pieces, removed the wooden tag from his waist, and pulled off the thick leather armor that fit him to put on his body. Then he ran to the thin goblin corpse about 2 or 3 meters away from the short goblin corpse, and found a poor quality knife tied around his waist and a small piece of poor air-dried meat, and he tied the hemp rope that bound him tightly around his waist to make his temporary "belt", and pinned the knife to the "belt" made of hemp rope. Then he stumbled away from the corpses of the two ugly creatures that had died, and by the way, he stuffed the air-dried meat that he didn't know what kind of meat it was, maybe rat meat, maybe bobcat meat, and chewed greedily. Teucer's hungry stomach soon began to cooperate with his master, Teucer's will, quickly digesting the food, and Teucer gradually felt a warm feeling in his stomach.

It was a feeling that Teucer had dreamed of at this time.

He quickened his pace, touching the slimy walls of the tunnel, and sprang all the way. Teucer eventually lost his center of gravity during the run, tripped over a gravel in the deep tunnel, and his inertia drove him into a dim hole with only one or two torches as a source of light. Perhaps this place should be called "The Cave". The rumbling sound echoed through the cavern, causing squeaks one after another.

Goblins are good at building huge underground tunnels, but they are not good at decoration and management, and they don't bother to rest on the potholed passages that have been dug, in short, they think that as long as they can walk, they can do it. The goblins in their chaotic interior have never built a decent weapons depot, grain storehouse, or storage room. Their digging quirks only drove them to send a weaker goblin to stand guard after the cave was built, and not expect them to do their duty, except during looting.

This cavern is the 'masterpiece' built by the goblins, and this cavern is like a garbage recycling plant, and it has only one function, to abandon those things that are stolen, or stolen, or what they collected but are not used. There are only two burning torches at the entrance of this cavern, and there are no goblin guards at all, or the guards don't know where to go in this deep tunnel.

Most of the things abandoned in the cavern had grown mottled mold, and the occasional hyphae as thin as an old man's hair could be seen on the broken parts scattered on the ground. Rotten strips of cloth and dry bones were piled up in an irregular manner, and those urns and barrels of unknown age were leaning against the walls of the cave, and if it weren't for the cobwebs torn by external forces at the entrance of the cave, which indicated that there were indeed goblins watching over it, Teucer would never believe that this broken place had not been abandoned.

"Goblins will never be like gentlemen, handling things with care, drinking with beautiful goblets filled with Siscontic wine, and talking in harmony with their companions when they talk. Only a fool would believe that goblins are elegant and talkative, and all you hear is an intermittent, imperative, vulgar accent. Teucer remembered the goblins' teasing of the townsfolk who had ransomed from the goblins' lair. For goblins - things are things, look for them when they are used, and throw them all in the cave when they are useless until they are old. Let's go, get out of this ghost town, the people who live here don't live for 30 years. If you're short of gold. ”

Teucer slammed his fist into his own head, "I shouldn't have interrupted him, I should have let him finish, but what's the use of thinking about it now?" He remembered his own ridiculous words.

"This is Arcana's punishment for my ability to speak." Teucer was thinking about his misfortune, "It's over." Teucer looked around in a panic, the tunnels almost all in all directions, each leading to a black hole, and dozens of huge bats occasionally flew above his head.

"What the fuck is this?" Teucer stomped into the watery puddle, his foot betraying his body as if he didn't obey him, and Teucer slammed into the puddle, "Damn, my foot is twisted!" Teucer tightened his mouth nervously.

A vicious scream poured into Tocke's ears along the damp cavern air, a distant noise that was distinctly different from the squeaks of the rats in the cave, and the noise was getting closer and closer to Teucer.

"The inferior ones have found the corpse and are looking for you who dare to kill their companions. You're just a prey to be slaughtered! Hide! An unfamiliar voice rang in Teucer's head. Teucer shivered in the cold.

Teucer looked around him, forcing him to reach his physical potential, and everything around him quickly came into his mind as a lifesaver of the overturned barrel, the lid of which was next to the overturned barrel, and he crept over to grab the lid of the barrel, and quickly burrowed into the barrel like a mouse, and then carefully closed the lid of the barrel.

Through the cracks in the barrel, the cave opened up with flickering fires, which jumped on the walls of the cave like demons from hell, and the shadows of the goblins were pulled by the firelight, it was the roar of the goblins, and their voices were almost close at hand.

"Θ, γα (search, there)!" The goblins' screams, roars, and echoes replaced the squeaks of the caverns. Teucer's heart was in his throat again, and Teucer prayed to himself countless times in his heart: "Goddess of the Trians, our revered Arcana!" Bless and bless your people, we believe that there is no substitute for your sanctity, and that you are the eternal patron saint of our Trians and our god of luck. "There was a clatter of stones sliding down, the clanging of iron, the tipping of barrels, the crackling of goblin feet touching the muddy floor. The goblin, who didn't know what was going on, kicked the barrel that contained Teucer, and the heavy barrel writhed its bulky form, carrying Teucer down the cranky slope to a place that was lower than the cavern floor.

"Ahh Teucer quickly covered his mouth with his dirty hands full of sludge, the sound was filtered and transformed by the cracks of his fingers and barrels, making a "squeak" sound, of course, this was not at all harmonious with the sound of the barrel tumbling, Teucer covered his mouth and remained motionless, allowing the surrounding "barrel world" to vibrate and rotate, Teucer only felt that in addition to covering his mouth was a pair of hands full of mud, and other parts of his body, such as randomly stacked firewood strips, were knocked apart by the walls of the barrel barrel, which was quite hard. His world is spinning.

"γα, ΗΡγ (Hillbilly is there!) The goblins clearly noticed the dissonant melody and ran towards the tumbling barrels, jumping over the obstacles like hurdle champions, sprinting at a speed of 100 meters.

Outside the barrel was the sound of chaotic footsteps, shrill cursing. He held back his urge to vent a thousand miles and tried his best to prevent the front teeth from colliding up and down, a strong sense of survival drove him not to send out any **!

A pitiful squeak was followed by a burst of goblin laughter, which became sharp and terrible. The chaotic footsteps of the goblins and the shrill laughter of terror faded away.

The squeak outside the barrel regained the mainstay of the sound. At this moment, Teucer felt what seemed to be a hot liquid flowing in his legs.

"Ahh It's so comfortable. Teucer let out a long sigh of relief, finally releasing the warm liquid he had been holding for a long time.

Teucer lay flat in the cramped barrel, and he didn't know how long it took, but Teucer's nervousness gradually relaxed as time passed, and he began to think about how he could escape from this place where he couldn't reach his fingers.

"Well, now that I'm safe for the time being, am I going to stay in this dark and smelly cave for the rest of my life and become the caveman of the ancient tales? No, no!! Teucer had a cry in his heart that only he could hear.

"Don't be discouraged, there must be an exit here for the good seeds in the life pollutant, and there will definitely be times when the goblins are slack, and they can escape while they are dozing off or not paying attention." An enigmatic voice echoed in Tok's head.

"But where is the exit? How far can I escape? Another scream erupted from Toucer's already calm mind, trying to stop him from thinking in the most unlucky direction.

"There will be an exit, your innate has determined that your life will not be so fragile!" The enigmatic voice ghostly haunted Teucer's mind. "Your perfect brain is destined for your methods and guts to be much higher than ordinary people."

"Who are you?! I don't understand what you're talking about. Teucer almost began to mumble to himself, his mind retorting to the voice, "Don't comfort me, it's just suffocating and hopeless here!" Is even my mind beginning to turn its back on me? ”

"You have to be strong, you have to live. To survive, you have to sleep, replenish your stamina and repair your damaged body, you know? Teucer seemed to be hallucinating, and he seemed to see his mud-covered father smiling towards him. That my father, is that you? ”

"Of course not." The mysterious voice eventually turned into a vague shadow in Teucer's mind, as if it were like a dark soul, "Someday, you'll know who I am." ”

"I think I'm confused, your shadow is obviously like my father, you are my father." His eyes grew heavier and heavier, and he struggled to hold the lid of the barrel through a slit that could pass through the air, and suddenly lost consciousness of his surroundings. It wasn't so much that Teucer had fallen asleep, but that he had fainted from exhaustion.