CHAPTER XIV

The towering rocks cast a large shadow, but this did not affect the growth of the plants, but flourished more than in other places, and the trees scrambled to raise themselves in order to be more full, or to receive more sunlight than their companions, and the thorny vines were wrapped around them, and their thick torsos were particularly strong, which was already in the depths of the forest, and there were occasional sounds of rustling around them, which were unknown reptiles or insects. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Pausing beside an inconspicuous weed, Yas gasped softly, knowing that he was there, and while vigilantly observing his surroundings, he twisted his foot seemingly inadvertently, and erased the mark he had made next to the weed with the solid soles of his boots.

"Commander, look, should we stop down and observe ......... first?"

This was just a routine inquiry, Yas knew that his captain had always been cautious, especially when something like that happened when he first explored here, and he had even opened his mouth to ask the others to stop before he could reply, and he would take the team down to feel the situation again, but this time Temples's deep voice was-

"No, don't stop, all hands speed in."

What the! We haven't even been able to dismantle all the traps on the first floor, Yas subconsciously wanted to refute, this is really not like the style of the regiment commander who has always sought stability, but the next moment he turned his head sharply to see.

The eyes that had been filled with determination were now full of exhaustion, not caused by a half-day trek in the forest, but by the heavy pressure that had accumulated on the middle-aged man's body, yes, Yas suddenly found that his head had begun to age, his eyes were no longer pure brown, but had begun to become cloudy, and the hard stubble had begun to have a little white.

He saw the expression on his leader's face, which was rare, a gloomy look like that of Bridge's sky, as if black water would drip at any moment, water condensed by fear, unease, and nervousness.

He couldn't remember the last time he saw this face, and even if that man had ever shown such an expression in front of him, Yas took a deep breath and clenched the short sword in his hand

"Yes, follow your orders."

As he watched Yas pass through the crowd, Temple's face softened slightly, he still remembered the first time he met this young man, at that time, this excellent young man in front of him was just a thug in the streets and alleys, trying to get some money from the outsiders.

And now, Yas, who has been promoted to the white position, has become a capable lad, much like when he was younger, with enthusiasm and ability, and a little impulsive.

Not only Yas, but even everyone in this team He clearly remembered the time when he met them, and every bit of change over the years will not be forgotten, because for this man who is far away from the word family, his team is like a "family", and for them, he would rather .........

With his thick palms clenching unconsciously and the leather gauntlets creaking, Temples stood up, his gaze swept over his regiment, and drew the sword that had been with him for years

"Will, Yas each with a team to protect the left and right, and Brick with your team to break off" kicked hard on the back of the towering rock, and the long sword in his hand began to emit a faint light little by little, plunging into the ground, accompanied by the sound of the machine running and the dull sound, a cool yin wind blew out from the deep hole that was revealed.

"Everyone knows the danger and importance of this mission, after entering, everyone will follow the route they traveled last time, and no one should leave the team under any circumstances, otherwise, this time, I can't and dare not bet on everyone's future ......"

After a slow and serious explanation in a low tone, Temples took the torch from the hand of Narluch on the side, the dry pine handle was wrapped in a layer of strong and rough linen, the top soaked in fire oil was heavy, and the burning flame released a scorching heat that swept away the darkness at the front of the cave, revealing the neat, wide staircase, which could not help but give him a sense of security, although he also understood that it was only his own psychological effect, but it was always better than nothing.

The staircase is very strong, and even a little too strong, the last time he came here, Temples tested it with his own hands, with his strength as a red bronze middle, he could only open a gap half the size of a palm, although it was not a full shot, which also shows that this staircase is extraordinary.

“.........”

Temples paused in silence, this was the thirty-seventh step, and it was also the place where he had tested last time, he clearly remembered that it was 20 centimeters away from the heavy stone wall, but he had just touched it again, and it disappeared, without a trace, leaving only the rough black stone, intact.

No, he couldn't even be sure if the steps and the walls were really black, because there was a mist in the deep passageway, which was not very thick, but it seemed that all the light would be absorbed by it, so that no matter what kind of lighting equipment and even illumination spells were not very useful, both the intensity and the distance would be weakened to a considerable extent.

The last time he came, he had brought a lot of these utensils with him, but he had wasted a lot of them to explore the various features of the ruins, and since he couldn't replenish them, there was very little left.

Yes, this is a ruin, and if Sim is there, he may blurt out the word "dungeon", and yes, this ruin is also called a dungeon, or a wild dungeon, in the player's mouth.

However, there are many kinds of wild dungeons, among which there are nest dungeons formed by the gathering of a certain type of monster group, and there are also scene dungeons formed by a certain plot development point, which is relatively dangerous, but it is also quite rewarding, and naturally it is this kind of relic copy left by a certain civilization, and there are many such copies, but none of them are loved by the majority of players.

Although it is full of unknown dangers, but as greedy adventurers, they look forward to these dangers, the higher the risk means the higher the income, that is, more powerful equipment, rarer items, what? You have to ask which one is the most rewarding? Oh, of course, that's the most dangerous, it's not a relic copy that has been abandoned for some reason, it's

It was a gathering place that was used.

For example, any city in the Dark Regions, yes, this is an official announcement, they announced during the beta that the game will open the city building system, and they also set up extremely generous rewards to encourage players to snatch the city from the hands of those underground races.

Of course, this is not very useful, at least during the beta period, none of the guilds had the ability to conquer a city individually or in combination.

Demps stepped on the intact stone steps, raised the torch in his hand, covered it with one hand, and after repeating this three times, he saw several torches emitting a faint light behind him also flickering brightly and extinguished, and then he was slightly relieved, it seems that the trap on the stone steps has been almost dismantled, otherwise the attrition at the beginning will be a serious blow to the morale of the entire team.

In the environment like the middle of the night, not only the light of the torch in his hand was swallowed, but only himself and a few people behind him, it seemed that even the sound was diffused in it, the wheezing of his companions who had been accompanying his ears and the friction of the soles of his feet and the stone steps began to seem to come and go at some point, the kind of walking alone in the dark, not knowing where the future was going, but also not feeling tired, Temples gradually felt that he seemed to be about to merge with his surroundings, the kind of ...... that was embraced by warmth

Wrong! Demps suddenly realized that he was not a stalker blessed by the shadows, nor was he a follower of Connaro, how could he feel this way!

It's a spell!

Although Demps did not have the talent to become a wizard, he was no stranger to this mysterious power, although the Wizarding Association maintained its own outstanding status in the mortal world all year round, it did not prohibit apprentices from walking in the world, and even said that it was extremely supportive of this kind of thing, after all, it was only otaku who had been stuffed in the laboratory, not powerful and mysterious wizards.

After realizing that he had been hit, he immediately turned to look behind him, and sure enough, the originally tightly packed line began to disperse, some figures loomed, and the light of the raised fire also hung down a few dimly.

"Ha !!"

He subconsciously followed his previous similar experience, while taking out the leftover lighting props from the pocket on his waist, while slamming his thick chest hard, shouting loudly, which seemed to be the kind of trick in the countryside to coax the ignorant elderly.

But this is indeed an important general skill of the melee class, Warcry, as one of the few general skills that is biased towards the spiritual aspect, and it is a skill that can be learned at the bronze level, and thrust, charge, and is listed as a melee class three-plate axe.

The voice that burst out of Demps' throat was completely different from his usual one, like a thunderclap, with a will gushing out of his heart, it was the will to fight, the battle cry, it was originally a skill that was born in the fight against the winter wolf and other beasts in the extremely cold and difficult land of Enmozola, and it was a skill that inspired people's fighting spirit.

The entire ruins seemed to be shaken by the roar, and Temple's vision began to blur again, no, not the ruins, it was fog! A bright thought crossed Temple's mind for a moment—

The fog is moving!

It's not fog at all! He slammed the illumination crystal he had pulled out of his pocket into the ground, quickly covering his eyes.

"Everyone's eyes closed! Lie down! ”

The violent, blinding light exploded, and Temples felt something slip through his skin, a peculiar touch, like the slippery feel of a frog or a loach, but without weight.

"Woohoo woohoo!"

Then, in front of him, a strange and terrible scream rang out, and Temples opened his eyes, first confirming his current situation.

The whole ruin became bright, and he could clearly recognize that he was in a wide square, and behind him was the long staircase that he had walked through twice, not the brightness of the sunlight, but the crystals that had been scattered scattered on the walls and corners of the ruins, as well as on the square.

The light wasn't bright, but when the eerie mist that could swallow light and sound cleared, the bronze warrior's eyesight was enough to look around them normally.

However, it is a bit incorrect to say that the fog is dispersed, and it is more appropriate to gather together, from the fog that occupies the entire underground ruins space, it has converged into the pitch-black in front of him, which looks like a huge whirlwind, but has a pair of thick arms, and the kind of table-sized pupils used by the four or six people in the tavern, such a strange creature.

Of course, the large, unprovoked monster was letting out a low, distinctive wail, like the stinking fart of a coarse scoundrel in a leaky tavern or boiling water against a metal lid.

"Yas, Roger! What about casualties. ”

Demps's warcry, in addition to accidentally breaking through the disturbing fog, also served its original purpose, waking up his nearly lost members, but—

"The situation is not promising."

Roger, a seasoned wanderer, had a long face, his slightly upturned beard fluttering under his rapid breathing

"Our team of Hanak and Kopna are gone, and old Roger has lost three of them, and four of Sabwina and Pcyla are unconscious."

Yas, who hurriedly climbed down the stairs, took Roger's words, and the young man's body was also tense, although he was reporting to Temple, but he had been paying attention to the movement of the huge monster in the distance, and the scimitar in his hand was already half-unsheathed.

"Don't be impulsive, Yas, you take the others and move to a safe corner around first."

Temples held Yas's hand, and the vigilant young wanderer almost subconsciously fought back

"I don't think this guy is a fight that anyone else can meddle in, Roger"

The warrior nodded to the old fellow who had been his partner for more than ten years, and Roger immediately understood what his regiment commander meant, half-crouched up, and dived into the shadows with light and steady steps

“...... Yes"

Seeing his respected regiment leader clenching his long sword, Yas bit his lip and stepped back vigilantly, leading the others to slowly transfer

"Hey, young people don't have to worry about us, after all, we're not old enough to need you to be at the front."

Yas, who was still unwilling in his heart, felt that his shoulder was patted by a big hand, that hand was heavy and powerful, and the palms of the hands were thick and thick with calluses, Yas was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this was another respectable warrior in the regiment, the shield defender Uncle Duona, although he was not a strong man in the middle of the red copper like the regiment commander, but he was also a good hand in the lower part of the red copper.

Dona withdrew the hand that was patting Yas, scratched the thick beard on his face, picked up the heavy shield made of fine steel, and gave Yas a big grin, and knocked the shield that would not be damaged by the impact of the boar.

"You'll be on the look, boy."