After more than an hour, with a chaotic sound of footsteps, an NPC dressed as a mage walked out of the cave with two followers and drove the carriage into the distance.

After retreating a little distance, Sherlock summoned Thestrals and followed, looking at the direction of the carriage, it should be Noisy Water City.

From here, there was only one main road to the city of Huoshui, where carriages could be driven, and he flew forward for a certain distance before he set up an ambush on a tree beside the main road.

A few minutes later, looking at the carriage speeding from not far away, Sherlock quietly took out the Winter Snow Scepter and chanted the Ice Mist spell attached to the bracelet.

With the blessing of the fifth-level dragon language, this spell was released very smoothly.

And when driving through this area, the mage NPC sitting in the carriage also noticed this low abnormal temperature for the first time, but before he could open the curtain in the carriage, his body was frozen under the effect of the ice mist spell.

The newly obtained dragon bloodline, although its specific role has not yet been discovered, but the dragon vein spell attached to the bracelet can already show its true power.

With the amplification of the Winter Snow Scepter, few people at the same level can escape the enveloping range of the Ice Mist Technique.

Seeing that the plan was successful, Sherlock immediately put away his staff, and in a few big steps, he had already drawn two scimitars and came to the side of the carriage.

The two warriors who were out on the cart were no threat, and his primary target was the mage in the carriage.

The wooden carriage was not a high-end car, and it was torn in half by his stroke, revealing a figure in a black robe.

The immobile target was a lamb to the slaughter in Sherlock's eyes, and the lightning ice slashed towards the other's head.

After the Ice Mist Technique, it was another Ice Touch, and this mage died without saying a word.

The remaining two warriors had regained their mobility at this point, but in the face of the flanking attacks of the druids and their natural partners, a few counterattacks were just a struggle before death.

Disposing of the corpses of the three NPCs, Sherlock was rewarded with a fine-grade cloth armor robe and a normal-grade longsword, as well as a piece of parchment with words written all over it.

10 bags of flour

5 barrels of rye wine

3 baskets of green pods

……

Fortunately, this was recorded in the lingua franca, and it seemed to be a purchase list, and he only understood the purpose of the three of them going to Noisy Water City with just a little thought, and coupled with the robes that the mage had burst out, a plan came to his mind.

……

Six hours later, a black-robed mage drove a carriage to the front of a cave, and two figures came out.

"Winks, why are you alone, Addison and Cliff?" Seeing that there were two less people in the team purchasing supplies, the guard at the door asked strangely.

"They saw a group of businessmen on the way, so they asked me to come back first." Seeing that the two guards still didn't let him go, the black-robed mage lowered his hat and said in an aggravated tone, "What, is there a problem?" ”

In the Forgotten Realm, the status of a mage is always a little higher than that of a thief, and the profession of a warrior is always a little higher, and at this moment, the two guards did not dare to interrogate any more and got out of the way.

"What is arrogant, if it weren't for that drow ......"

"Forget it, who made the parents have a little white face."

For the blatant insult of the two, the black-robed mage didn't say much, and walked in on his own.

Walking into the cave, there is an old path, the walls are made of carved rock, which looks very rough, and along the carved stone corridor, and through a wooden gate, the mage comes to a huge warehouse, where sixteen male humans are playing various cards.

"Winks, you're back." The relationship between the two sides is obviously not very good, and this greeting is also full of perfunctory.

"I'll go inside!" With that, the mage walked inside.

"Be careful not to let the ghouls out inside, we don't have the time to save you." The four of them didn't really want to say anything more to the cowardly mage. Perhaps, only the dark-skinned guy at the bottom will like this kind of.

Leaving the warehouse alone, the mage made his way down the rock wall to a small room with a dwarven crane, a common lifting tool in the docks of Noise City.

"Was this ruin built by the dwarves too?" The mage muttered and stepped onto the crane.

Crunch! Crunch! The chain of the crane slowly slid between the pulleys, and the mage reached the second level.

Compared to the heavily guarded first floor, the second floor is barely guarded, but the strong smell of blood in the hallways and the unusually quiet environment show that this level is not safe.

Manipulating the crane to continue descending, the mage came to the third level, which was also the lowest level that the crane could reach.

On the lowest floor, in addition to the crane room used for lifting, there are two rooms, one large and one small, in the small room on the left, where a group of foot merchants are held, guarded by four warriors, and on the other side of the large room is a hall.

“…… Genie...... There is a line of dwarven writing at the entrance to the hall of the soul, this mage does not know dwarven language, these two words are the words he reads from the erased symbols.

It originally seemed to have some Elven and Dragon languages engraved on it, but I don't know why it ended up being covered by Dwarven languages.

The floor of the hall was covered with shallow wavy patterns, from which six shallow grooves projected, pointing to the edge of the room and extending under one wall.

In the middle of the room was a black altar with a burning brazier on top of it, and next to it stood a blue-gray skinned elf with long ears, dressed in sexy tight leather armor, chanting something to the altar.

This kind of shape is obviously a dark elf.

The mage hesitated to step forward, but in the end he didn't take a step.

"My little lover, you're here, and it looks like you can't wait to take part in this ceremony." After a few minutes, Drow turned her head, revealing a face full of charm.

"Don't worry, we can start right away, we have time then."

Listening to the seductive voice, the mage's footsteps suddenly staggered, his face flushed, and he didn't know whether it was shyness, helplessness or expectation.

After a few more minutes of waiting, an elven boy was dragged out of the next cell and dragged to the altar.

"Hey, you perverted old woman, either kill Lao Tzu and be a good man again in 4 hours, or let me regain my mobility, see if I don't call you Dad."

An elf can say such a thing, and it's four hours or something, it should be the player, there is no doubt that these foot merchants are not just NPCs.

"Hehehe, I've been thinking about this kind of thing at such a young age, if I don't have to sacrifice you later, it's not impossible for you to feast your eyes."