Black Waterfall Cave.

Although there was a little fire in the whole team, it was still dull and terrifying. The more I go down, the more depressed I feel. Even Wei Xu himself is no exception. Perhaps only the two vampires present were Serana and Ivona who would feel better. Wei Xu also has his own way to alleviate it, that is, to divide the center of gravity of consciousness to the main body of Half Moon City a little more. The stark contrast made him even more dependent on the sunlight on the ground.

"Lord Skdorf! Here are a few corpses! Suddenly, one of the Standa guards who had been sent out to fight the outpost suddenly crept back and reported to Skdorf. In this unknown place, the watchman lowered his voice and appeared cautious when he spoke. Although this behavior is fundamentally useless, after all, the firelight has betrayed their position.

"Hmm...... Did you find anything? Skdorf raised an eyebrow and spoke.

"They were all seriously injured and died, and the wounds on their bodies looked like they were the work of the snow elves......"

"So, we're already deep into the snow elves' territory?" Skdorf glanced at the black hole in front of him, then looked at the magic pocket watch in his arms, and shouted behind him, "Fix it in place for two hours, and continue to go in two hours!" ”

Hearing this order, the originally lifeless team finally became a little angry, and the order to rest in place relaxed the tense nerves of these vigilantes. Make a fire on the spot, start the pot, start cooking the broth with some ingredients you have with you, and add some low-alcohol mead, and finally make the atmosphere come alive and restore the way you entered the cave before.

Taking advantage of this gap, Skdorf came to Nolantor and Wei Xu and his party alone.

"You may have to start fighting ahead, rest a little more." He patted Norantor on the shoulder and spoke softly. This voice was just enough for Wei Xu and the four of them to hear.

Wei Xu glanced up at Skdorf and was greeted by a friendly smile from Skdorf.

"What, fighting?" Nolantor finally let go of what Skdorf had done the other day, and he asked, a little surprised, as he looked at the stout vigilant.

"Don't worry, it's not an undead spirit, it's not an unknown underground creature, we should encounter a snow elf tribe in front of us. If you want to pass, you will probably alarm them. Those guys aren't going to just let our bunch of fresh food pass by. Skdorf spoke easily. A group of snow elves are no match for the vigilantes.

Of course, in order to minimize the damage, Skdorf will not choose to deal with these guys with rampage violence......

On Southam Island.

Dacula straightened up from the bed in a daze, a little dazed as he looked out the window at the sun that broke through the dark clouds. The consciousness was groggy, and the brain only felt that something was pounding suddenly. With each jump, he felt his head ache, and the pain could spread all the way from his brain to his ear sockets, causing a dizzying beep in his ears. I don't know why, he'd been feeling this way since he came out of the Alien Plane that day. Even if you look for a priest, you can't solve it by worshipping the altar. Murfito, the attendant, said that it was the after-effect of staying in the alien plane for too long, and that it would be good to rest for a while. Kokula didn't think so, he felt like something had fallen in that place. But he just couldn't find it, even if he went back to look for it.

Dacula's pupils were a little dilated, and she looked a little sluggish, and her whole person was wilting like a frosted eggplant. Those two guys are just too strong! His mind was still replaying the picture he had seen before, and he couldn't imagine that if it weren't for the Holy Moth Priest Lokwa coming from behind, then he probably wouldn't have been able to get out, right?

"Your Excellency, are you awake?" Murfito's voice reached Dacula's ears, finally suppressing the uncomfortable beep.

"Uh-huh......" Daku stretched and tumbled off the bed in the hotel. The rooms are comfortable, and the beds are made of fine velvet, and sleeping on them makes you feel the urge to get up.

"How? Hasn't the Northern Maiden come yet? Dacula casually wet the fluff on her face with water, and asked again and again as she drank the porridge that Murfito had brought him.

"Well, I asked the people at the dock, and they said they don't know what the situation is right now, but the ship has been delayed for a month and hasn't come." Murfito replied.

"These guys, they shouldn't have been shipwrecked!" The cat man cursed the people on this ship fiercely, and at the same time, he took out the dark magic scripture from his spatial ring and slowly opened it.

Mirak is dead, but he is very strange that he has not been able to absorb the soul of that guy, this situation makes Dacula very irritable, and the expected benefits of killing Milak are completely unrealized, so it comes to naught. Dacula felt that he couldn't afford to lose so much, so while recuperating from his injuries, he went to the canon to find other ways to strengthen himself. It would be better to be able to find the traces left by Milak to make those four characters for your own study.

Seeing this, Murfito slowly got up and retreated, and after retreating to the door, he did not forget to bring the door to Dacula.

The first floor of the hotel was very noisy, and a messy red-haired wine trough nose in the crowd of gambling was laughing heartily because he had just won a wave of money, and he stopped the copper coins on the table into his arms while gulping down Nord honey. The bags in his arms, which were already piled up as high as a hill, made the eyes of the "peers" around him hot. This guy arrived here with the fleet a few months ago, and is said to have been a sailor on a ship, but was later fired because he was lazy. Later, this guy naturally wandered into various taverns and gambling tables.

When Murfito, who had just pushed the door out, heard this laughter, he glared at the wine trough very unpleasantly, but the wine trough nose actually didn't care at all, but held the wine glass to Murfito and gestured to him. This action directly made Murfito feel as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly. In the end, he could only snort unhappily, walked in from his room, and slammed the door loudly.

Seeing Murphyto enter the door, the trough nose chuckled and touched his cheek, his eyes shining dangerously. However, this emotion was well hidden by him, and even this dangerous light was only a fleeting flash, and no one noticed the abnormality......