Stopping his mount, Moriarty rolled over and dismounted to a patch of dry grass at the front of the road, crouching down. Gently brushing aside some of the dull yellow blades of grass, Moriarty stared and saw a faint charred black mark hidden among the mottled grass like a snake line, winding far ahead.

Lowering his head slightly, the tip of Moriarty's nose gently leaned over the black mark, sniffing carefully, and a very special smell of burnt paste penetrated into his nostrils along with the ordinary smell of hay.

That's right, that's exactly what Gogomo left behind. Moriarty stood up and laughed silently.

Because of the reason for living in the demon plane for a long time, and being born with the extraordinary ability of fire-type spells, Gog's body surface temperature is much higher than that of ordinary Anta Grech creatures. And in the dry early winter season like this, when Gog walks on the pastures full of dead grass, it is inevitable that the hay he walks on along the way will be burned black due to the high temperature of his own feet, and such scorched marks are the best sign and guide for recourse to Gog.

Now that he had found the exact trace of his target, Moriarty left the useless weight on his horse's back and left the four hounds in place, and pursued the scorched mark in the grass alone.

After another hour or so, near noon, Moriarty, who was hurrying forward, finally saw three shaky black shadows in the far distance of the horizon ahead. But instead of immediately sprinting up, he swung his horse's head and galloped towards a lonely, towering hill in front of him. After climbing to the top of the hill to take a closer look, Moriarty finally confirmed that the three shadows were the targets of his mission, Gogot.

Because he did not carry telescopes or other telescopes, Moriarty could only vaguely see the three Gogs walking along the embankment on the north bank of the Rainbow River, not fast, but more aimless. And more importantly, there was no awareness or vigilance about the arrival of the three Gogo demons in Moriarty.

Perched at the top of the mound, Moriarty scanned the nearby landscape as he pondered his next steps. After about five minutes, he had made up his mind.

With a pull on the reins, Moriarty rode down the mound, and then stepped straight into the Rainbow River, wading towards the south bank. Because it is in the dry winter season, the water of the Rainbow River is quite shallow, and the deepest part is only enough to flood the belly of the horses. It took more than a minute for Moriarty to cross the Rainbow River.

After crossing the river, after the mount had shaken off the water stains on his legs and feet, Moriarty continued to gallop south on his horse. After running two or three kilometers away, it turns back to the west and moves quickly. If you look at it from the sky, you can see that Moriarty is actually quietly overtaking Gogg in a large arc.

After galloping for nearly half an hour, Moriarty finally arrived at the decisive battlefield he had found and chosen on the top of the doll.

It is a small valley with the mouth of the valley facing the Rainbow River, about 100 meters from the south bank of the river. Moriarty rode directly into the valley and confirmed that there was no other way out of the valley, and that the surrounding cliffs were quite high, like a large urn. Therefore, even if there is any noise in the small valley, it is difficult to hear it outside the valley. Jumping off his mount, Moriarty nodded his head in satisfaction, and then tied his horse to the deepest part of the valley and tightened his horse's mouth. Then, he hurried out of the valley and hurried in the direction of the Rainbow River.

Judging by the speed of Gogot's footsteps, it would take about a quarter of an hour for them to reach their vicinity, so Moriarty was not afraid that his tracks would be discovered in advance.

Arriving at the riverbank, Moriarty took a quick scan of the surroundings, then took a few steps to a pebble the size of a basin on the bank, bent down, and gently lifted the pebble to reveal a gap two fingers wide. Then Moriarty took the small jar from his bosom again, unscrewed the jar, poured out a bright yellow translucent crystal the size of an olive pit, placed it in the crevice under the pebbles, and finally carried the stone back again. But soon, an unstoppable smell of sulfur came out from under the pebbles and slowly spread over the rainbow river. …,

It turned out that this bright yellow translucent crystal was the "sulfur gall" that Moriarty had refined in advance in the studio before his departure. Unlike the semi-sulfur crystals used in brute force potions, sulfur gall is much purer and has removed most of the impurities, making it a concentrated sulfur essence. But correspondingly, the difficulty of refining sulfur gall is much more difficult than that of semi-sulfur crystallization. Because sulfur itself is a very flammable substance, it is inevitable that high temperature and high pressure will be involved in the purification process, so if you are not careful, the sulfur material will burn or even explode. Fortunately, after obtaining the Fire Elemental Realm (Pseudo), Moriarty was already able to rely on pure fire-based magic to slowly refine alchemy raw materials, although it took a lot of time and consumed a lot of mana, Moriarty still managed to make several high-quality sulfur gall products before setting off. It was the unique smell of sulfur gallbladder that made the hound spot similar faint traces left in the air by Gogomo.

After arranging the first sulfur gall, Moriarty buried a second fifty meters later. Moriarty then immediately hurried back into the valley and threw the last of the brimstone gall a little further into the valley.

After all this qiē was done, Moriarty silently hid in the shadow of a vine in the small valley, waiting patiently.

After about ten minutes, the three Gogo demons came to the other side of the valley vigilantly and tiredly.

Because they had not received a single flesh and blood diet for several days, and had been more or less injured during the previous breakout battle, the three Gog looked rather wolfish. The Gogdemon, who walked in the front, was significantly taller than the other two, and his body color was darker, very close to fiery red. However, his injuries were also the most severe, and even most of his entire tail had been cut off. But even so, the other two Gog were still in awe of the leader, and followed carefully behind him with their heads bowed and their hands down.

After walking more than ten meters, suddenly, the leader Ge Ge stopped his steps, and at the same time raised his head and sniffed violently into the air. Soon, the other two Gege, who also noticed the abnormality, also began to open their noses and sniff violently.

"Brimstone!" A few seconds later, the lead Gog shouted in demonic voice, pointing to the south bank of the Rainbow River, where Moriarty had planted his first Brimstone Bile.

"Brimstone! Brimstone! As if they had found the most precious treasure and the most delicious delicacies, the two smaller Gogos shouted along with them. At this moment, the fatigue, hunger, thirst, fear, pain, and other feelings that had been encountered for many days seemed to suddenly erupt en masse, and the desire and greed for sulfur instantly overwhelmed the consideration and awe, and without waiting for the leader to give the order, the two Goge demons rushed into the icy river water and forced their way towards the south bank of the Rainbow River.

Seeing this scene, Gege, the leader who was still a little hesitant and vigilant because of the inexplicable smell of sulfur, didn't have time to think about it anymore, and then jumped into the river.

Because of his height and long legs, although he was a little behind when he set off, the leader Gogo was the first to rush to the south bank of the Rainbow River.

As soon as he stepped onto the embankment, the leader Gogomo immediately ran towards the source of the sulfur breath. Soon, under the large cobblestone, the leader Gog found a translucent sulfur gall that was "extremely tempting".

Holding the brimstone gall carefully in his hand, the red eyes of the leader Gog were full of fascination and desire. Under the high temperature of the palm of the gog, the dry skin of the sulfur gall begins to slowly dissolve and soften. Then, as the first drops of liquid translucent solution condensed from the surface of the sulfur gall, a thick dark yellow smoke slowly rose. Like a deep addict, the leader Gog poked his ugly head above the smoke, inhaled the yellow smoke into his nose, and then stretched out a slender scarlet tongue, gently licked the solution from the sulfur gallbladder, and then curled it back into his mouth without leaking. Finally, he closed his eyes heavily, savoring and enjoying himself with a satisfied face. …,

On the other hand, the other two Gog followed closely behind the leader, staring at the sulfur gall in his hand with envy. However, they knew that they would never snatch the brimstone from the other party's hands, so the two Gogo demons could only wait helplessly and unwillingly, hoping that the leader might leave a small scrap for himself after he was completely satisfied. But at this moment, suddenly another charming smell of sulfur wafted from not far away. Immediately, the remaining two Gogos were shocked as if they had been electrocuted, and at the same time ran wildly towards the corner where the second Brimstone Gall was hiding. Later, after a fierce battle for bayonets, the other Gog snatched his precious trophy at the cost of being covered in scars, and began to eat it impatiently.

Compared with his two "companions", the last one stood desolate in the cold wind, covered in blood, and even one eye could no longer be opened. But the law of the devil is like this, the strong have nothing, and the weak have nothing. And with such a serious injury, I am afraid that this Gog will not even live for long.

However, the Great Demon Ancestor does not seem to have completely given up on this poor worm. Just when the weakest Goge Demon was about to lose his support and fall directly to death, another faint and wonderful aura slowly came from the direction of the small valley.

Without thinking about anything else, Gog left the river empty-handed and began to run desperately towards the small valley alone.

Even though he was about to die, the Gog was determined to be buried with a brimstone gall.