In the dark environment of the mine, the gray light of the illuminating crystal reflected a small area, with fine crystal sand in the rock formation, and not far away was a very poor quality quartz column. On the top of the mine, a layer of water is seeping down, like the shadow of the drapery.

At the junction of light and darkness, under a huge quartz column, Miss Naturalist sat on her knees, her large silver book resting on her knees together. She nudged her glasses slightly, gesturing with her hand over and over on the magic book.

Not far away, Miss Priest lowered her head and said something in her mouth. She paused suddenly, looked up, and watched as the musketeers, archers, and swordsmen of the Guards dug a pit at the other end of the cavern, and then carried a steady stream of sand and earth to another cavern to bury it. The shadows of several people staggered across the wall.

It was at this moment that everyone's communication crystals lit up at the same time.

The dark red glow only appeared in the darkness for a moment, and then quickly dimmed again.

Everyone looked down in unison—coming, and they all turned their eyes to Fang Yu at the same time. Without saying a word, Fang Yuzheng pulled out the tube in front of him that was inserted into his magic guide furnace, gently pulled up the goggles, and finally glanced around.

At the same time, he silently went through his plan in his heart.

He then looked at the others. "Are you ready?" Fang Yuan's tone was very calm, like the bland light of the illuminating crystal, with few twists and turns. But he was not at peace in his heart, just a few months ago, they and an elite group of Tapolis had almost been wiped out in Dorifin, and in the end, they had to rely on a bit of luck - relying on the Ring of Golden Flame to successfully solve the incident.

At that time, the person who contacted the Dragon Fire Guild behind the scenes and planned this incident should be this guy codenamed 'Messenger', and it can even be said that this person played a pivotal role in that plan.

Therefore, Fang Yu remembered this person vividly in his heart and was deeply jealous.

He did meet the other party once under the Great Temple, but he didn't really fight each other, because the other party was not very lucky, and died at the hands of Nicol Bolas. However, this does not mean that the other party is easy to deal with, and he can easily replicate the situation at that time, because he can't compare to the shadow of Nicol Bolas in Dorifin's illusion after all.

In the face of absolute strength, there is no way to hide the conspiracy and trickery, but he does not have absolute strength.

Not only that, but now the other party's level is higher than him, twenty-five, ten levels higher than him, and maybe there are boss attributes.

In Aitalia, not every high-level character can be called a boss. What distinguishes the true lord-level characters from other characters is actually the power template on them.

This is something similar to the ritual on the Plover's body, and there are many such sources of power in Aitaria that come from higher beings—such as if this person is really a lord template, and most of his power comes from the dark saints of the Dragon Cult—the evil gods will give their high-ranking followers some benefits, strengthening their power while luring them into further depravity.

Of course, for the Dragon-worshippers, this power can also come from the Dark Dragon, or even directly from Nicol Bolas. But no matter which one it is, it can only show that the other party is strong.

Therefore, how dare Fang Yu take it lightly?

He chose to make a move because he could see the possibility of success, but it was only a possibility, not an absolute. The plan is in the people, and the success is in the sky, Fang Yu is inevitably apprehensive in his heart.

It's just that on rare occasions, he didn't show this apprehension.

Therefore, everyone can only see the lower half of the face with no expression. Several people almost already knew the situation outside, and they had no confidence, but at least they had the courage to nod silently.

"Then let's go ahead with the plan—"

……

At the Courier's command, Shankok plucked the Communication Crystal from Chubby's neck like a grain of sand and threw it into the snow—and with a snap, the Courier stepped on it and crushed it.

A dark red glow flickered on the fragments of the crystal pendant.

He glanced down before looking up at the little fat man who had been lifted upside down by Shankirk's calf, who had a blue nose and swollen face, dangling upside down in the air. The troll was sniffing at him with a long, pointy, ugly nose, salivating greed.

However, before receiving orders from his 'master', the troll still behaved with a low brow and did not dare to go beyond the slightest.

"Who are you talking to?"

The messenger asked coldly.

The little fat man didn't dare to answer, but glanced at the youth leader with a weak heart.

The messenger followed his gaze and believed it. He sneered, these Chosen ones thought they were clever at their little tricks, but unfortunately he knew them even more than they did.

Unlike those old antiques, he had dealt with these people too much - and even had a lot of information about their world. What's more, these people are not too wary of this, and they seem to have an inexplicable sense of superiority over their own world.

“…… Self-righteousness, an inexplicable arrogance. He thought to himself, "These people don't know the true meaning of power, not even what eternity is, and the Chosen One seems to be ......."

However, the fat man still had a bit of a role, and he motioned for Shankok to put the other man down, so that the annoying little fat man would not die of brain congestion.

He didn't care about dying someone, but it wouldn't be worth it to lose a tool that was useful.

He looked in the direction of the forest.

The gloomy lead-gray sky could not see the height of the sun, and the sky was getting darker and darker, and it should have been a tarriake past seven o'clock. The fir forest was sinking into the twilight, and the bleak darkness made even a necromancer shiver.

He frowned.

Unlike these people, he knew there was something eerie beneath this dark woodland. Although he said that he was here for that thing, he didn't want to meet those things at night - whether the moonlight could penetrate the clouds or not, those things would become truly terrifying when they absorbed the power of dragon blood on a full moon night.

Time was running out, and he had to leave the valley before the moon rose.

But he didn't show any impatience, and only gently lowered the skull staff in his hand and pointed at one of them. "You go in and have a look."

The man and the bird did not bird him, and he parted his head. But the Messenger struck the man with a horizontal staff and shot a black light, sending him flying, and his bones rolled out of the snow without a sound.

"I said, I don't want useless waste."

He said coldly, pointing his staff at the other person.

The man was a female sorcerer in her early twenties, and she was so frightened that she could barely speak. The Messenger frowned, but suddenly, a man stood up beside the sorceress and said, "I'll go for her." ”

The 'messenger' glanced at the other party, not caring about the other party's identity or profession, and nodded noncommittally at this boring feeling.

He only cares if anyone goes.

As for whom, it doesn't matter.

As he said, it doesn't really matter whether you want to kill these people or not, it's just that you hate other exchanges.

Because the exchange is also a concession -

With a flick of his hand, he sent the two skeletons out from under the snow and followed the man into the mine. Just because he used these people as bait doesn't mean he trusts them.

The only thing a necromancer really trusts is his own undead creatures.

Inside the mine.

The musketeer was hiding alone in the dark.

He gripped his sword a little nervously, and looked cautiously at his hiding place—it was really just a depression between two quartz columns, and when the light of the illuminating crystal was extinguished, nothing but darkness remained.

He lightly touched the cold crystal surface with his hand, and a tingling sensation made him involuntarily retract his hand.

In the darkness in the distance, the rhythmic sound of dripping water was heard.

He glanced in that direction, knowing that his companion should be hiding behind it, but he couldn't see where it was.

It was pitch black in the mine, and he couldn't see his fingers, and the only thing he could see was a line of blue numbers in the system, which clearly described his current state-

At one point, his heartbeat reached more than one hundred and twenty, and the blood flow was also accelerating, because he was so nervous that he felt almost a little tightened in his head.

I don't know how long it was, it seemed like a century, and the temperature was below zero, and the hilt of the sword in his hand was almost sweaty. And it was at this time that he finally heard a rustling sound coming from ahead.

The pace was slow, but the musketeer listened to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

He couldn't help but think of what the 'veteran adventurer' had told him:

"Remember, if you see someone coming in, wave to him, but don't open your mouth."

"Then leave to the left rear."

"Before my countdown is over, retreat into the cave from before."

But what if it's not your own people who come in?

The musketeers couldn't help but ponder the question.

There was a faint light ahead, the light of the illuminating crystal. The musketeer's heart thumped, the undead didn't need to be illuminated, it was really his own people - and possibly the necromancer himself, of course.

But even he didn't believe that the necromancer would be careless to that extent.

The light turned in this direction, and a face was reflected behind him - it was Ruth, the Iron Guard of the regiment, because he had a crush on Miss Magus who was three years older than him in the group, and they laughed at him for a while.

But the musketeer couldn't laugh at all now, he didn't know if there were any undead following behind the light, but he couldn't help but take a step forward at the thought of the 'veteran adventurer'.

Ruth walked forward with a calm face, holding the crystal. In fact, he couldn't take the opportunity to escape, and the head of the regiment probably wouldn't blame him, but when he thought that the lady he liked was still in the other party's hands, he couldn't make up his mind.

What's more, most of the skeleton in the back was also sent to monitor him.

It was at this time that the light of the illuminating crystal in his hand suddenly reflected a figure. Russ paused for a moment, only to realize that it was the musketeer of the regiment, who had a pale face in the crystal light and waved at him.

He was taken aback, didn't Xiaopang say that several of them had died in the hole, wasn't he the only one who escaped?

But the musketeer only dodged in the crystal light and disappeared behind the cavern there.

He thought he was mistaken, and couldn't help but quicken his pace to chase after him - but it was at this time that he heard a soft chant: "Darkness-"

A pitch-black ray struck the illumination crystal in his hand.

Darkness.

Ruth's innate instinct as an Iron Guardian reacted to this priest's magic spell, and the crystal in his hand had flickered slightly, as if it had covered a curtain, and it had completely dimmed. But before everything was in the dark, he had already turned his shield in one hand in the direction of the black rays, beware of a sudden attack.

But a pair of hands reached out from behind him and pulled him back.

Ruth was shocked, he didn't expect that there was someone behind him - but it didn't seem to be an undead who attacked him, the hand covering his face was warm and obviously warm, and it felt like a living person's arm.

He was about to struggle when he heard a familiar voice say, "Don't move, it's me, Ruth!" ”

It's the Guards swordsman in the Chubby team.

Their team was small, and everyone knew each other, and Ruth could tell the voice at once. He was about to ask something, but the man shook his head at him in the darkness and pulled him back to the side.

Then he whispered to him, "Did you bring the communication crystal?" ”

Ruth nodded.

"Take it down and give it to me."

"Wait, why?"

"Just to be on the safe side."

The Guards swordsman replied in a low voice.

At the same time, he remembered what the 'senior adventurer' had said to them: "Whoever comes in, disarm his communication crystal first." ”

Ruth thought for a moment and chose to trust his companion, although until now, the matter was strange. However, he could also see that Chubby was not telling the truth, and they seemed to have thoughts about the necromancer.

He watched as the Guards swordsman removed his communication crystal, threw it on the ground, and split his sword in half.

The swordsman of the guards looked up at him and reminded, "Quick, scream—"

"What?"

"Scream." The swordsman of the guards said to him solemnly.

Ruth glanced back a little confused.

The direction he had entered the cave was actually a corner—and as soon as the light of the illuminating crystal faded, the two skeletons behind it immediately fell into darkness.

But the darkness didn't affect them at all, and the two skeletons paused slightly, then quickened their steps to chase after them, and then they heard a terrible scream coming from ahead.

Of course – if they can actually hear it.

However, Fang Yu believed that at least the people behind it had heard it.

As soon as the two bone shelves passed around the corner, the clockwork elf suspended in the darkness clicked imperceptibly, and the built-in video crystal followed the two bone shelves from left to right.

Fang Yu was watching this scene through the lens built into the goggles, and the metal glove in his right hand was gently raised.

In the darkness, two flat, flexible structures of eight legs stretched out and prostrate on the ground suddenly rose slowly, and a spherical device above bounced out, opening an invisible force field.

The gravitational field descends out of thin air.

The two skeletons paused in unison, and they couldn't lift their steps any longer, and it felt like their own summoned creatures had suddenly lost control of the summoning outside.

But that's not all-

Fang Plover raised his left hand again, and two flexible structures like wasps fell from the ceiling, silently dropping a levitating bomb. About half a second later, there was a soft sound in the darkness, and the next moment, a blinding white light burst out......

Fang Yu closed his eyes as expected.

"Kita, now."

Miss Naturalist opened the magic book, her eyes were also closed, she estimated the position in her heart, and her right hand blindly led forward: "Thorns-"

……

The Messenger let out a muffled grunt.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and he couldn't stop crying.

The white light he saw in the last scene almost blinded him. It took a while for him to stabilize his mood, and he took two steps back slightly as he held the skull staff.

Everything happened so fast.

After that corner, it was as if the man had vanished. He heard the scream, but in an instant he lost control of his skeleton, and then there was a white light.

The other party took away his control of the undead creatures?

The 'Messenger' was a little suspicious in his heart, and in the end it was a magic backlash, but it was a little too light? He glanced down at the crystal in his hand, and the communication crystal bound to the communication crystal in the 'tool' hand had already broken apart in his palm and turned into a piece of powder.

It's kind of like a magic backlash.

He couldn't help but fall silent.

If the lich was in the mine, he could have done it all very easily, but since he dared to come to it, he would not be afraid of the other party's methods.

Just want to go in?

It didn't look like this was enough to force the other party to show up, he thought to himself. But to get into the mines, you'll have to give up Mountain, because with the size of a troll, you can't get under the mines.

The Messenger thought only for a moment.

Then he raised his head, looked coldly at the female sorcerer who was paralyzed on the ground, and ordered his black swordsman: "That waste is dead, kill her." ”

Before the others could react, the skeleton swordsman had already raised his sword and fell, and the latter's body was immediately separated, and the fragrance disappeared.

The Messenger's callous behavior nearly made the Electors nearly furious.

It's a pity that in the face of absolute strength, his anger has no effect.

The latter only glanced at the men, then turned and walked forward.

Inside the mines.

Miss Priest was picking up a broken crystal from the remains of the two skeletons, she looked up and handed the crystal fragment to Fang Yu with some surprise.

"It's a true twin crystal."

"That person implanted the transmission mark on Ruth's communication crystal, and then used this pair of twin crystals to transfer the hole."

Fang Yu took the crystal, and there was no surprise on his face.

"This is normal, necromancers, unlike battle tinkerers, cannot transmit information as much as they can within a flexible construct. In order for a necromancer to respond to the environment by summoning the dead, he must first be free of obstacles. ”

"This is especially difficult to do in a cave environment."

"So they usually use other means to make up for it, and the twin crystal is one of them, but this crystal, like the clockwork elf's video crystal, needs to be constantly replenished with mana. So the undead alone can't carry it, but borrowing the Summoner's Magic Furnace is no problem-"

Ruth looked at his communication crystal that had been split in half, and listened to the other people's descriptions, and then understood what had happened.

He couldn't help but ask, "But how do you know that man would do this?" ”

Fang Yu shook his head.

Of course he won't say, he actually dealt with the other party-

And with the 'Messenger' like to hide behind the scenes, he will most likely make good use of the 'tools' around him—the Electors.

What's more, most cult people are suspicious by nature - because most of the people who are not suspicious are also guillotined, such people will not simply believe the little fat man's words, even if it seems reasonable.

Therefore, temptation is an inevitable choice.

"So what do we do next?" The archer asked.

Most of the others also looked at Fang Yuan.

At this time, they really didn't doubt that Fang Yu was a veteran sent by the Adventurers' Association.

Of all the people, Kita was probably the only one who was secretly snickering, and some were amused by the disguise of her captain.

……