In the darkness of the cavern, the hard rock has been shaped by the power of divine magic into a room of artificial change. The druid's magic has the ability to transform and dominate natural things, among which the "stone shaping technique" of the three rings can make the druid consume a lump of soft clay as a spell casting material, knead the clay into the general shape he wants to shape, and when he touches the target when casting a spell, he can change the ordinary stone into the form he wants to become, but he can't be finely crafted.

The dimly lit cavern chamber was located in the middle of the entire dungeon area of the Shadow Cavern, and the dark gray rock top revealed a hollow disguised by light and color, and several pieces of rubble rolled out of the cavern and fell to the ground with a clear sound in the silence.

A small voice drew a druid with a short scythe in his hand as a weapon of self-defense. The druid was a half-elf male with pointed ears, a devout disciple loyal to the Shadow Cult under Danar Beareyes, but due to his own strength, he was only assigned to do some simple patrol work in the cave.

In other words, he's just a dispensable minions in the sect, and he doesn't even have animal companions available after level 3 of the official profession.

After arriving at the cave room where the rubble had fallen, the half-elf shadow druid man with dim vision saw nothing, and couldn't help but wonder if he was a little nervous, but with a cautious thought and attitude, he decided to perform a light spell, and then suddenly found that his mouth could not make a sound.

What's going on?! He was horrified.

Immediately after, a humanoid figure fell from the top of the cave chamber without warning.

With the help of magic, the gray eyes aimed precisely at the target's head, and the brown-haired old thief took advantage of the momentum of landing to insert the short sword in his hand into the top of the druid's head impartially, causing him to roll his eyes with inner confusion.

The hapless creature may not have been aware until he died that silence had been applied to this place, using drow sign language instead of a pseudo-"spell silence" form of verbal chanting.

Gloridon's eyes have also been blessed by the crows in advance, a 2-ring transformation spell called "Dark Vision", the effect of the spell is worthy of its name, it can make the recipient see a black and white picture sixty feet away in a dark environment, and it can even take effect permanently with the "Magic Constancy Technique", the only flaw is that the visual ability generated by this cannot see through the dark area created by magic.

In addition, the spell requires a pinch of dried carrots or an agate that is easily available in everyday life.

The old thief could see in the dark for the time being, and he completed this stealth sneak attack without fail, and then neatly pulled back the short sword stained with red and white blood from the druid's head, although he knew that the range magic effect of the silence spell had helped him lay a good cover, but he still habitually leaned over to catch the enemy's soft fallen corpse and put it at his feet, and then freed up his idle left hand to take out the glowing stone from the small leather bag on his belt, held it in his palm and shook it to light it.

The light source is a sign that everything is going well. The rock cavity at the top of the cavern room was followed by Urs, who was still holding a standard military sword in his hand. The black-haired young man bent his knees on the ground with his feet firmly on the soles of his leather boots, returned his sword to its sheath at his waist, and then turned to catch Thea who was close behind.

"No need to do that, Urs, I'm not going to fall." The silver-haired, wolf-eared girl looked embarrassedly at the young man who hugged her, but her shy voice was muffled by the power of magic, and only the shape of her lips was seen.

Urs smiled gently, and suddenly the familiar evil taste came back to his heart, and he raised his hand and touched the two hairy ears of the girl's silver hair, and tickled our little priest girl like a frightened rabbit to break free from his embrace.

"Stupid Urs, Villain Urs......" Thea shrunk her neck and hid to the side, her lips muttering the young man's name slightly, raising her hand to smooth the long silver hair on her head, and her seemingly aggrieved face turned into a ripe apple very honestly.

Glorydon glanced to the side with interest, just as he had done last time in the forest, only this time he didn't whistle again.

The black hooded robe was followed by two scimitars sheathed at his waist and a lute instrument straddling his back. The jay finch missed the scene that might have inspired her to write poetry, and then with a little bit of the cold air in the tunnel, she stood up and walked away, making way for the stone fist at the back of the line.

The orc monk's tongue was a bit clumsy, except when he was lecturing others about his faith and the great religious precepts of the god of order.

Stonefist didn't know how to explain his recent gaffe to Raven, though he knew it wasn't his fault, but Miss Drow Poet's racial sense seemed to care about the fact that her body, a dark elf woman, was offended by a green-skinned orc on the surface.

It was an unexpected surprise...... And I really didn't mean to.

The warrior monk shook his head, sighed lightly, and said in his heart that this misunderstanding should be solved when there is a chance later, and then took two steps forward.

Koto carried the wisdom superpot he called Xiao Meng on his back. Perhaps because he was still guarding against the so-called "sneak attack that could come from the rear of the team" until the last moment of leaving the tunnel, the dwarven warrior was a little distracted, and the large tower shield on his left arm accidentally crashed into the rock wall next to him as he descended, causing him to let out an exclamation, and the flat and short body wearing Mithril full-body armor fell directly from a high place like a large iron ball.

Fortunately, with the strict protection of the armor and the innate advantage of the racial reward +2 constitution attribute, this dwarf who is obviously not bad in strength, but always looks like a comedian when he is not fighting, will not fall and get injured.

This is the end of the silence effect.

"Everyone is here, right?" With the glow of the glowing stone in the old thief's hand, Urs untied the black greatsword behind his back, lowered the volume of his voice and looked around at his companions, and deliberately put his finger in front of his mouth to make a hint of a boo at Koto.

Although the dwarf was intellectually deficient, he could still understand the simple sign language, and understood that Urs was signaling him not to yell.

Hearing the barbarian captain's whispered inquiry, the adventurer members of the Thorn Squad nodded their heads one after another, each drew and took the weapon in his hand, or pinched the green-skinned fist the size of a sandbag to prepare for the enemy at any time.

Confirming that there were no accidents, Urs immediately switched the cursed blade in his hand to the two-handed preparation mode, turned around and handed Gloleiden a look and "said":

Let's go—

Continue to act as planned......