"Hold on, little thing."

A gnoll with green bubbles roared at his companion, and a young gnoll who looked to be in his teens at most.

"Yes, yes, I see."

The little gnoll was crawling up a ventilation pipe. The greased iron frame made a tooth-aching sound.

The filth, which had been frozen in the ventilation ducts, had suddenly turned into a greasy liquid due to a large hole in the roof of the dungeon leaking warm sunlight, making it much more difficult for the little gnoll to climb than before.

The little gnoll's back clings to the chamfered iron frame, holding his cramped legs against the opposite side. Looking up, the vent pipe outlet casts a boxy bright light, which seems out of reach.

Fortunately, at this time, a huge head emerged from above the pipe, it was the adult gnoll who had spoken earlier, and he stretched out his arm and carried the little gnoll directly up.

The little gnoll fell face down on his face with his feet limp.

This is a sewage outlet at the top of the Goldeneye building, and there is nothing that Sekasia's thugs don't know.

There wasn't much space at the outfall, barely enough for them to stand up close to their bodies, and the edge was an extremely steep glass floor.

Outside the outfall, about ten yards away, stood three wrought-iron columns, each two yards in diameter, which were said to be part of the building that was about to be expanded.

The location was so dangerous that thugs and scavengers often fell from the place, but it wasn't long before the bodies were gone.

But it still can't stop the newcomers.

For the thugs and scavengers who live at the bottom of New Secasia, they are not afraid of the danger of stumbling, and they feel a sense of excitement even when they stand in this highest position.

One is the excitement of the whole dungeon being trampled under its feet.

Of course, this level of psychological exhilaration, alone does not attract so many people to this place.

One of the most important factors is that it is home to the Golden Eye, which is said to be the richest in all of New Secasia.

Some of the garbage discarded by the top rich may mean to ordinary orcs that are treasures that can get rich in one day!

The Great Gnoll stood at the very edge and raised his head, feeling the rare sunlight, and he had a madman's smile on his face.

The wind curled wildly, ruffling up his stained clothes and messy hair, and soon the giant jackal opened his eyes.

He glanced at the little gnoll beside him and scolded:

"It's such a useless little thing, it took so much effort to stuff you in, and you didn't even get anything valuable."

The little gnoll lay trembling on the ground, not daring to answer a word.

It's just that the big gnoll didn't notice that a hint of cruelty flashed in the little gnoll's lowered eyes.

The Gnoll Clan was actually an extremely prosperous existence a hundred years ago, but all of this changed after the rise of the Golden Chamber of Commerce.

In fact, you can see from the architectural style of the New Secasia Dungeon, this underground city mixed with steel and strange smells everywhere, it seems that it has more technology than the Megalith Fortress.

This is because, after all, this is the stronghold of the goblins, who have climbed up to every ruler of New Secasia like parasites.

And almost every ruler could not refuse the help of the enormous wealth that the Chamber of Commerce had accumulated over hundreds of years.

Capital is like a monster, it is wrapped in the continuous expansion of the Chamber of Commerce on demand.

And the right-hand men of the original rulers, the Jackals, were soon ruthlessly abandoned.

They couldn't accept their fate of working for a group of goblins, and except for a few talented ones who became brave men, the rest had to become scavengers in the city, hiding in dark corners and doing shady things all day long.

But what the gnolls don't know is that even though they don't nominally work for the greenskinned goblins, the long years and the pressure of survival have long since integrated them into a city that is shrouded in goblin artifacts almost everywhere.

The young gnolls are squeezed by the big gnolls to steal and pick up trash, and then when they reach adulthood, they become the same, and the cycle never ends.

In order to maintain order and stability in the dungeon, successive rulers have also adopted very useful proposals made by the Responsive Chamber of Commerce -

That is to transfer the contradiction to all ordinary orcs.

There are all kinds of contradictions and conflicts of interest between races, and even within races, which makes it impossible for almost all orcs to come together.

It's like...... The same as the gnoll in front of him.

Not enough......

The little gnoll lowered his head and looked down, then at the back of the big gnoll.

He almost resisted the urge to push the other man down, because although the place was very high, it was precisely because it was too high, so it was easy for an adult jackal to grasp the iron pillar in front of him in the process of falling.

That's not enough...... You have to wait for a nirvana......

The little gnoll silently estimated in his heart, and then gave up his plan to make a move.

This is actually contrary to his original intention.

Originally, he had planned that the end of this trip would be here, to push the big jackal down directly, and then end this endless adventure no matter what.

Because every time he came to this mansion, it was too painful for him.

The little gnoll wasn't that skinny.

The Great Gnoll was deliberately cultivated in order to allow him to steal things through the ventilation ducts of the building with a thin body.

But even so, as they grew older, every time they walked through those narrow passages, the little gnoll still suffered from it.

He didn't dare make the slightest sound, because the guards in the building would tear him apart as soon as they spotted him.

In fact, this time the little jackal did not return empty-handed, but he did not dare to tell the big jackal what he saw in the process of passing through the ventilation duct this time.

During that painful journey, the little gnoll was attracted by a strange smell of flesh and came to a terrifying location filled with flesh and strange liquids.

Although he didn't see any living creatures, the little gnoll's instinct from walking in dangerous places for a long time scared him so much that he couldn't move at all.

If you continue to stay, you may encounter something more terrible than death.

Fortunately, at this time, the floating boat that fell from the sky shook the entire dungeon and made the little jackal recover from his fear.

When the feeling of being reborn came to him, the little gnoll fled almost without thinking about it.

It's just that the thief's instinct made him take a piece of minced meat that seemed to be very fresh in the corner before leaving.

This is simply a fatal temptation for the little jackals who have been chronically deprived of nutrients.

He swallowed it almost in one gulp, and then fled back in a trance......