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Whether it is Warnd or our world, there are more or less unnoticed corners on the battlefields of the past and present. It was like a blind spot forgotten by the gaze of the gods, no matter how fierce the battle was there, or what strange things happened, but it seemed like a vacuum within the thinking range of the commanders of the warring sides, and no one would look at it again. At the east gate of Ampesel, the fortress of Haffeeli is a elf-like fortress built around 1400 in the Chaos Era, but it seems to have been blessed or cursed since its birth. Every war was far from it, and when Ek faced the barbarians, the lord of the hill people Shaminmin, Sihad 'Razor', spared the open east and made a long detour to attack the southern gate of Ampesel. Later, during Madara's first invasion in the Tide of Darkness, the Bone Lord spared the ancient fortress once again. So much so that today, the princess and the northern nobles seem to have made an agreement on nothing to do with the Hafemeli Fortress, and then the demon invaded the whole city and boiled like porridge, but the northeast corner was still as quiet as death, which is really hard to say whether it is a good thing or a bad thing for a fortress built to deal with the war.

But after 700 years of wind and rain, this fortress, which has almost never been in battle, is still a little old, and moss has grown on the battlements, and the walls have turned into a kind of black and green with a heavy sense of history in the wind and rain. It's just that the only difference between it and other cities is that there is not a single scar on the 300-meter-long section of the city, and there is no appearance of the old and new after repair. There were no more human soldiers in the fortress at this moment, but piles of harpies crowded noisily on the battlements. Or hovering in the pouring rain - but the Guards withdrew on their own, and the fortress of Haffeeli was lucky enough to miss the opportunity to fight.

The harpy watched from the sky to form a large pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters below, and hundreds of cavemen dug in a muddy puddle that was more of a construction site than a muddy puddle. Of course, you have to say that the struggle is also successful. It is not wise to do anything in such stormy weather, and two of the worst things are digging holes and wars. Although the cavemen, under the command of the warlocks under the Gegandigan, erected many shelves to stabilize the walls. But landslides still happen from time to time. Fortunately, the lives of the cavemen are insignificant, and Lord Stark doesn't care about the death of one, a hundred, or a thousand more cavemen, it makes no difference to him, the only difference is how many gold coins are spent, and the cavemen are extremely fertile underground in Qiaogandigang, and often only need a small piece of land to exchange for an entire army. As long as he digs up that thing within the time limit, no amount of loss will be rewarded.

From time to time, there is a throbbing sensation from the underground, and ordinary people often think that it is a premonition before a bad omen comes. But wizards who are proficient in magic can tell at once that they are ripples from the lines of dark magic flowing underground that erodes the ordered world—of course, this is not a good thing for ordinary people—but to Stark, it is like a box of gold in the ground, which smells like fine wine. No, not one chest, but a whole hundred, even according to the language of the demons from under the river of brimstone: a hundred chests of gold are not worth the value of that thing, which cannot be measured by the foolish values of the world. But the demons reject the short-sightedness of mortals. Stark is also disdainful of demonic values.

A treasure that can't be measured in gold? Isn't that worthless? It shook its huge bull's head and snorted at it. Worthless things, I Stark despise.

But this time he should have finally found the right place, Stark could smell the 'stench' of dark magic with his nose, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His cavemen were in trouble for him. In fact, until now, the landslides at the bottom of the pit have been happening non-stop. The cavemen had to take the time to bring up more of the troglodyte corpses, lest they become clogged underneath and become part of the new landfill, as is the case now, and in a moment there was a cacophony below. What's wrong with it? Collapsed again? Can't they do it well? The Minotaur Lord Stark didn't take into account the fact that it never rained, and only determined that if the cavemen caused trouble for him again, he would teach them a profound lesson. Throw them into the labyrinth of his favorite, one of Stark's proudest labyrinths, and even the clever and beautiful Lady Medusa Lesmecca can't find an exit.

But as soon as she came out, Lesmerka turned it to stone for two hours, and she actually said that he was a liar and didn't make a door to the labyrinth. But this is also the cunning strategy of the Minotaur, isn't it, Stark is deeply distressed that he is not favored by the beautiful lady, why no one appreciates his wit. The thought of Lesmerka brought to him the cold and beautiful countenance, as distinctly as if it were real, but Stark immediately realized that it was true, for he saw the beautiful Lady Medusa emerge from the rain.

"So, what's going on, I'm up there and there's a mess up below." Lesmerka asked, a little displeased, "Did you grow such a big head just to balance your body, Stark?" ”

Hearing Lesmerka say this, the Minotaur Lord Stark smiled innocently, and this expression that could basically be evaluated as a giggle completely ruined its menacing expression - can you imagine a cow giggling? This is what Lady Medusa saw. She frowned, probably guessing that she couldn't tell the reason why this stupid big man asked, so she simply brushed him away with her hand and looked at the bottom of the pit herself. She immediately saw as if a spectacle was taking place at the bottom of the pit, and she saw a large group of cavemen screaming like rats in a pot and scurrying up the ramp at the bottom of the pit. It felt like there was a cat in the bottom of the pot in addition to the rats.

"What are you doing?" Lesmeka almost ran out of breath, and if she didn't have any sanity left, she would have turned around and glared at that stark bastard and turned it into a stone sculpture forever. The stone sculpture must have been as imposing as the legendary Minotaur lord. And no one knows how stupid this guy is anymore, and that's the most important thing.

But alas, the caveman could not answer her.

……

"What are you doing?"

Hearing this scream, no less than the shrill of the Kraken, pierce through the rain, our Merchant's eldest lady was turning into a black cat with the help of the White Mist. A cloud of black smoke rose, and a kitten with golden eyes stepped out of the smoke. She seemed curious about the form. However, for a witch to transform into a magical animal, it was actually a full-time spell, and Bai Wu didn't tell her - she would soon get used to it.

Bai Wu saw Roman there curiously licking his left paw, then looked at the right paw, stretched out his paw to scratch his ears, and then wagged his tail, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned into a circle of white mist around her, and turned into a white bow on the back of the merchant's neck. "Let's go. It seems like a mess down there, and now is a good time. Bai Mist said in that usual tone.

Roman then stepped out of the grass and crept to the edge of the pit.

There was a mess at the bottom of the pit, and I don't know if there was a larger collapse or something, and the caveman was screaming and fleeing upwards. There was no brotherhood among the creatures from the Jogandigan underground, and they fought each other just to get a head start, if they could. It's okay to leave your companion behind. In a fit of rage, Lesmerka turned several cavemen who rushed up to the pit into stone, and she didn't ask why, so naturally no one paid attention to the movement at the edge of the pit, or at all no one saw a cat at the edge of the pit. Of course, in fact, there are only two people who can see with eyes on the scene, Stark and Lesmeca.

Roman deftly stepped on the scaffolding and jumped all the way to the bottom of the pit. Just like a real kitten, he sighed when he saw Bai Wu, and felt that the businessman was better than a cat. However, she suddenly felt that compared to Roman's curiosity, perhaps the cat that was said to have nine lives was really her destination, and if there was a reincarnation in the Vaynd world, Bai Mist might think that Roman was reincarnated. However, for a short time when she was distracted, the merchant lady had already avoided several teams of cavemen. She deftly landed on a reinforcement board, stared at her golden prismatic eyes wide, and looked at the bottom of the pit, "White mist and white mist, look, what is that!" ”

White Mist 'looked' downwards and immediately saw a dozen strange creatures chasing the caveman in front of him. It was a strange creature because it looked a little like a spider, but in her vast knowledge, there was absolutely no spider that was covered in sharp crystals. If she hadn't seen the bare arthropods, she would have almost thought it was a few giant crystals chasing and hunting underneath. "Ah, it's a crystal cluster!" She cried out.

"Crystal Cluster, what's that?" Roman asked curiously.

At this time, several crystal clusters had approached the surface, and they were very fierce and murderous. Many cavemen have died at the hands of their minions, but the creepy thing is that they clearly don't kill cavemen for hunting, the crystals simply kill the cavemen and then throw their corpses aside, as if they had been professionally trained or had been repetitively experienced.

On the ground, Lady Medusa Lesmerka finally noticed the uninvited guests, "Is it the guard?" She muttered, and casually threw away the lucky caveman in her hand, and threw it at the bottom of the pit.

She took the bow from her waist and aimed at the clusters, one arrow at a time, shooting the front two ends back. The combat power of several crystal clusters is very strong, about the level of the first level of gold. The cavemen were no match for them, and as soon as Lesmerka tried it, she realized she had a tricky opponent.

"A crystal cluster is a crystal cluster, let's go ahead and see." At the bottom of the pit, White Mist is answering Roman's questions in her own way.

"Are they going to kill Roman?" Roman asked, a little nervously.

"No, I'm here." White Mist replied simply.

The merchant's eldest lady nodded, and went downward, steadily landing on the other side of the pit. It was only then that the two 'men' realized how deep the bottom of the pit was—the bottom of the pit had in fact been dug through, and traces of artificiality began to appear underneath. It was supposed to be a ruin, with many holes leading into the ground of the Black Hole.

The two of them casually found an entrance and got in, and there was no caveman in the ruins at the moment, and no new crystal clusters could be seen, except for the sound of rain and water, it seemed a little lonely. In fact, after entering the depths of the ruins, the sound of rain gradually became quieter, and the outline of a huge existence gradually emerged in the darkness.

"Ahh When it came to the white fog, there was another exclamation.

"What's wrong?"

Roman hurriedly leaped forward and looked up curiously. She watched as the massive silhouette gradually became clear in her vision, and then sketched out the shape of a head—part of a large stone statue to be exact. Or according to Roman's understanding, a bit like the marble statues used to decorate the fir castle when magnified a thousand-fold.

However, the facial lines of the stone statue are very hard, and it does not look like a modern human, but more like it was molded by a race other than humans. It's just that Roman looked at it, and he had neither a beard nor pointed ears. Not dwarves, not elves, she commented thoughtfully.

"What is this, White Mist?"

“…… The Colossus of Titan, I didn't expect it to be here...... I didn't expect it to be ...... here" Bai Mist muttered to himself, if he could widen his eyes, this listless woman must have stared at the maximum at this moment.

……

Brando listened, the sound of rustling in the darkness getting closer. But it wasn't the Mother Spider's noise, it didn't make such a loud noise, and the Mother Spider was a giant in her own right, but she was a light and lurking hunter.

Recalling the experience of the original expedition, Brando's memory is still fresh to this day.

Everyone stopped. The knights all pressed their hands on their swords, but they did not draw their swords, a technique they had learned from Brando. At some point, drawing your sword first is not to take the lead, but to expose your position to the other party, especially when facing an unknown enemy.

Brando was pleased with the others' actions, and he was the first to see the uninvited guests who suddenly appeared.

The first thing that appeared in the darkness was a floating shimmer that seemed to refract the dim light of the illuminating crystal in his hand. Then he could see what it was—a crystal-shaped creature that was undoubtedly in the shape of a spider.

But they're not spiders anymore.

"Crystal clusters?" Brando was slightly stunned, how could there be such a thing here? There shouldn't be this kind of monster in this dungeon, not to mention that any kind of monster between Amber appears somewhere for a reason, just like the group of wind elements below the Mar Heights, there will definitely be no trouble to visit.

Crystal Clusters are such monsters that Brando has only seen them in a few places, and there are not many of them at a time.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment. But the reaction was very fast, the center of gravity of the body sank, and the sword of the earth had already appeared in his hand.

"Prepare for battle!" Her Royal Highness the Princess whispered behind him. The knights brushed together and drew their swords.

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