The farmers in the crypt are divided into several squads. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info Perhaps, it is not appropriate to still call them farmers. Although they were farmers, their shabby and rudimentary hunting leather armor and the more powerful hoes and iron hammers in their hands than bamboo spears made them look more like armed militiamen.

A group of young men were led by a few old farmers with mining experience, and these old farmers also designated the backbone of their respective teams, some middle-aged people with considerable prestige in the village, who were responsible for transmitting information and supervising the march of the team. The old peasants were in good spirits and fast-paced, and as they explored the caves, they chattered about the glorious past of their youth, and out of respect, the young men and the middle-aged people listened quietly one by one. But in fact, the content conveyed from those leaky teeth is intermittent, the sound is sometimes loud and small, sometimes transposed, and a little further apart, it is no longer inaudible.

However, the experience of the old farmers is still a key help in the search for mineral veins.

A small group, an old farmer who led the group, with a bare head and sparse gray hair that circled his head, was called Old Peter in the village. Four years ago, he worked in the Ampton mine in Nogo. He was an experienced old miner, and according to the older generation in the village, Old Peter was a skilled miner in his youth, and several times a year when he came home regularly, he would bring back a heavy bag of Rael, which was the envy of the villagers, and later, some adult lads went out to work with him.

It's just that, after the arrival of the damned Sixth Eta War, the Ampton mines were completely abandoned. Old Peter returned to the village and became an old farmer from a miner.

He grabbed a hoe and walked at the front of the line - unlike most others, his hoe had a short wooden handle, and the metal pickaxe in front of it looked like a goat's horn. This was old Peter's beloved miner's hoe, and when he heard the news of the gold mines in the hills near Afron, he took them out of the utility room of his house and wiped the dust off his head with a rag.

As the team entered a slightly cramped cavern, Old Peter slowed down, stretched out a palm full of wrinkled skin and age spots, placed it on the rock wall, and began to touch it. With his palm running over the rock wall, he narrowed his eyes, but soon opened them wide, and his cloudy and yellowed eyes were filled with joy, and he grinned and made a big announcement to the lads behind him:

Discover the veins of gold!

The whole team was boiling almost instantaneously. Before Old Peter could do anything himself, the able-bodied lads crowded into the passageway, and they raised their hoes and iron hammers......

There was a sudden sound in the mine.

In a short time, someone dug up the high-purity gold ore fragments, and the young farmers rejoiced, and their movements became even harder.

"What is this?"

A young farmer was wielding an iron to clear the rubble from the ground, when he suddenly saw an animal—the kind he had never seen before: hairless, with green and slippery skin all over his body, and as if it had some disgusting mucus, like a frog. But the animal is the size of an adult wild monkey.

The animal looked up at the busy crowd around him, but the young farmer was surprised to find that the animal in front of him had no eyes.

The farmer looked at his companion, expecting an answer. But a young man beside him had just dug up a small lump of gold ore and was on the rise, and he had no heart to answer such a question. The lad, after glancing at the strange animal, raised his hoe without hesitation—

Tsk -

Extremely high-pitched screams.

Nearby farmers came to take a look. Not long after this scream sounded, there seemed to be a roar from the deep crypt mines.

……

Glo and the merchants heard this sound—from afar, like waves crashing against a reef, like the roar of a wild beast in the woods of Nogo, like a broken bellows.

There are also slight and dense footsteps.

The footsteps seemed to be getting closer.

The merchants stopped and went deeper.

Smack! Z -

Bane, a merchant who was walking beside Glo, saw the scene in front of him, and his face turned white in an instant. The torch fell from his hand, fell to the dirt, and rolled into a shallow puddle beside him.

The light was even dimmer.

What the merchant Bane saw in his eyes, Glo saw as well, and he drew his sword with a solemn expression.

In front of me was a large patch of green. Different from the lush and vibrant green of the forests of the Nogo Mountains, this is a miserable green that is close to patina, with a metallic sheen, and in this vast, almost integrated color, there is a touch of orange and red outlined by a brush.

A whole bunch of cavemen!

Glo turned on the radar map of the system—green dots, yellow dots, and a red dot, so dense that they almost rivaled the downtown streets of Afron's southern city.

The quantity is unknown. However, it is certain that the group of cave people in front of them is at least three digits. The chamber mates who followed the group trembled, and out of a hint of curiosity of fear, they raised their torches even higher - from the distance less than five meters in front of the adult, to the corner of the mine at the end of the line of sight, there were large expanses of cave people holding bone spears.

The men of the Chamber of Commerce felt a little weak, including the merchant Bane, who was also shocked to see such a scene - the merchants still had a little more knowledge than the farmers in the countryside, and Bane knew very well what this creature was.

Legend has it that the cave people from hell!

Every cave man, as long as he has spent his childhood, has the strength of a warrior, he looked at "Lecter" who was still standing in place, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty:

"My lord, aren't we going to retreat?"

"No, you don't."

Glo replied blandly. He held his sword flat and didn't look back.

Someone is surprised. Although this situation was unexpected, after calmly analyzing it, he felt that there was no need for him to back down at all - from his position, the passage of the mine was not open, and in the event of a battle, he would only have to fight two or three cave men at most.

This kind of thing is not a difficult thing for the top PVP players in the previous life.

Moreover, the weapon in his hand is justice - among them, there are two attributes:

Additional Attribute II.: All attacks deal 100% additional damage to evil creatures;

The meaning of justice: passivity. The law of order goes hand in hand with you, upholding the justice of your heart, and each time you are hit, the holder will get 2% of your own will and constitution bonus, which can be stacked, and the bonus is capped at 50%. After 15 seconds out of combat status, the bonus effect disappears;

For the cavemen who belong to the evil camp, this bayonet sword can be described as their absolute nemesis.

On the other hand, Glo is familiar with the attack level of the cavemen in the [Crypt Mine], and when the passive stacks to the upper limit of 50%, according to his current character attributes, these cavemen in front of him will not be able to break through the defense at all.

Except for the caveman leader who appears as a red dot.