When d'Artagnan finally recovered from the confinement and vertigo of the "Powerful Forbidden Technique", he hurriedly got up and looked around, and suddenly felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar. It's still a messy battlefield, it's still a meal of unrecognizable bolognese, or an enemy who has disappeared without a trace.

What's going on? Why does it feel like you've stepped back in time?

The young minotaur shook his head, as if he was thinking and understanding, but in fact he was just habitually regurgitating...

"Master Moriarty, where's the cave ogre?" After inspecting for a while, but still finding nothing, d'Artagnan finally looked at the human mage.

"Killed." Moriarty smiled.

"Who did it?"

"Red Dragon." This time, without waiting for Moriarty to speak, Pocos was already smart enough to answer, and further explained: "It was the red dragon from before, and it turned around and ran into it again." Seeing that those ogres were annoying, they helped us solve it by the way..."

"By the way?" Staring at the caveman's bare brain, the minotaur suddenly felt the urge to open the scoop.

Red Dragon did it again!? And happened to meet again!? Do you think the dragon is playing "tail-line", or is it simply your pet who comes out for a walk!?

If he hadn't taken a deep breath for nearly half a minute, d'Artagnan would almost have the illusion that he was going to explode the beef.

However, looking at the look of the human mage on the side, there was still an expression that won my heart, making it clear that he was the mastermind. I can't help it, no matter how angry I am, I have to endure it. Whoever let the ox under the eaves not kowtow. Anyway, depending on the situation, the task of clearing out the cave ogre has been completed, and if it is not good, you can go back to the errand.

"Alright. Don't worry about the little things. To be able to eliminate those ogres along the way, in addition to the red dragon's great contributions, you also contributed a lot, and you also helped me get the materials for the cave ogre. You take this as my thank you gift. Seeing that d'Artagnan was really embarrassed and pitiful, Moriarty stopped joking, took a box from his bag and handed it over.

"What is this?"

Seeing that the human mage had slapped and sent sweet dates, the minotaur first glanced at the other party with a little reserve, and then hurriedly snatched it. Then carefully open it. I saw that among them were a row of five potions. The colors are different and the intricacies are unusual.

"These are alchemy potions, including 'brute force potion', 'stamina potion', 'body supplement', and two 'healing potions', and you can keep them all in case you need them."

Except that there is no mana supplement potion like Blue Beauty. This box of alchemy potions is a standard adventurer's set. And what Moriarty carries with him must be a boutique. The actual producer is Schmidt.

"Master... This... This..."

Looking at the potion in his hand. D'Artagnan suddenly felt the urge to have the human mage beat him again. Such a box of alchemy potions, although not as good as an enchanted battle axe or totem armor, is also the most practical life-saving thing. The Underworld has few chances to obtain. Now there are five sticks in one hand, and the minotaur is so happy that he wants to yell a few times.

Hehe, there are these good things at the bottom, while saying that it was the red dragon who did it, you said that it was the ogre who was stabbed to death by the caveman with a fern spear, and I believe it...

There was no longer the slightest grievance in his heart, and the young minotaur smiled as bright as a little daisy for a while.

Now that Shun Lì has completed their set goal, the trio should return to the Crucible Hill. The journey was peaceful, and there was no more wartime like being ambushed by the dungeon weavers when I came.

"Already solved? Still is? Seeing the trio come back so quickly, the old minotaur was also shocked.

"Including the two-headed matriarch, a total of seven cave ogres have been solved." Moriarty nodded, and glanced at d'Artagnan, who immediately presented the head of the ogre he had cut off to the tribal leader for inspection.

"Sure enough." Looking at the filthy cave ogre head, Jolob nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the young minotaur, "What did you do?" ”

"No, I only killed one."

d'Artagnan hurriedly shook his head. What kind of goods he is, the leader naturally knows clearly. Doing something to take credit will only lead to a vicious whip.

"That's you, Master." The Torch Prophet didn't think that his own children had this ability at all, and he had already looked directly at the human mage.

"It's just a fluke." Moriarty smiled and nodded briefly.

And d'Artagnan listened to it, and couldn't help but complain to himself: What about the red dragon that was good? However, I had to think about it in my own heart, and if I really wanted to say it, I was afraid that I would be directly slapped by the Torch Prophet. And he has already gained a lot of benefits, and the young minotaur is happy to pretend to be dumb.

Seeing that Moriarty didn't want to go into details, the old minotaur stopped asking, thanked him a few more words, and sent the other party back to rest. D'Artagnan also wanted to go out, but was stopped by the leader.

"Say, how the hell did the ogre get rid of it?"

After all, Qiu Luobu was still very interested in the details of this battle.

The seven-headed ogre, including a high-ranking two-headed matriarch, such a lineup can only guarantee a steady victory unless the Torch Prophet leads the entire army of his own tribe. However, the human mage only brought a calf and a caveman to clean things up, how could such strength not make people curious.

"Actually... In fact... I don't know very well..."Looking at the old minotaur, d'Artagnan suddenly had a bad feeling, so he had to still support him.

"How could you not be clear!? Say! Seeing that the young minotaur was hiding words in his words, Jolob was immediately furious.

"Actually... In fact... It's the Red Dragon..."

For some reason, frightened by the Torch Prophet, d'Artagnan unconsciously began to recount his "sights and hearings", and the result was...

After another two days, the old minotaur finally got everything ready.

Except for the old and young of the tribe who had left behind in the Forge Hills, all the other young and strong Minotaurs, a total of sixteen totem fighters and a Torch Prophet, as well as temporary human mage allies, a total of eighteen people walked down the Forge Hill and began to set off towards the "Dark Neon".

And in order to take care of the human mage, so that it is not too tiring to travel. Or don't slow down the team's march because of the lack of body, the minotaur also found a mount for it: the twin-tailed gecko.

This beast is one of the few gentle-tempered indigenous creatures in the underworld that can be domesticated. Although it does not have much combat strength, it is ridable, and walks smoothly, quickly, and silently, and can climb over some complex landscapes. In many dungeons, the Twin-Tailed Gecko is a universal vehicle for use by the Dark Elves or Eye Demons, for example. Of course, with the physique of the minotaur, unless the two-tailed gecko is magnified several times, it will definitely not be able to move.

Other than that. There were also two large trucks accompanying the departing procession. Among them, in addition to some necessary provisions. It is said that there were other things inside, the exact contents of which are unknown, and handed over to eight minotaurs divided into two groups to carry out and guard.

At the same time, d'Artagnan, who was beaten by the old minotaur for some reason, and another young female minotaur were at the vanguard of the team. Open the road in front. Naturally, Moriarty noticed. The female minotaur had an additional round shield in addition to her usual bronze axe. Naturally, it was another enchantment: the Iron Guts Shield with +1 Fire Resistance and +1 Lightweight.

It seems that this female minotaur should also be a seed player of the "Crucible Tribe" to participate in the martial arts, otherwise Jolob would not have taken out the precious alchemy equipment and delivered it to it.

And as the team left the hill and passed through the troglodyte tribe under countless gazes of awe. A figure suddenly burst out, and then knelt down beside the road.

"Pocos, is that you? Can I help you? Seeing that the cave hunter was bowing in front of him without saying a word, Moriarty straightened his mount and asked gently.

"Master Moriarty, I ask that you allow me to follow you to the Dark Neon." It seemed that he had already made a draft, and Bo Kesi immediately said loudly.

"Pokosi, what are you messing around, don't go back!" At this time, the Tartar on the side hurriedly ran out, intending to pull back the tribal boy, but was blocked by the smiling d'Artagnan and pushed back away.

"Master, I sincerely want to follow you." Ignoring the obstruction and scolding of the caveman elders behind him, Bo Kesi still did not hesitate.

"Follow me?" Moriarty smiled.

"Yes, Master! Although I know that I am not worthy of being your follower, I sincerely hope to follow you. Even if it's just a slave. ”

It seems that he has really thought about it seriously, and Pocosi's words put himself very low and very low, and he is extremely sincere. Because according to the rules of the underground world, the so-called slave is actually essentially no different from slave-subordinate, and the master has the power of life and death.

"Pocoth, you!"

Hearing this, Tartar's face finally changed greatly, but he couldn't say anything, because he already knew that the other party's resolute heart was really unstoppable, unless it was a human mage who opened his mouth to reject it.

"But I'm going to get back to the surface eventually."

But Moriarty still just smiled, did not nod or shake his head, but threw out more "fatal" questions. If he was a slave or a servant, as long as he was still in Nigon, it would not be a great thing for the ambitious Pocos. But once one day he follows the human mage to the surface, he will really be alone from now on, and there will be no "soulmate" to be found. Because on the ground, there is absolutely no way to have a second caveman.

“… Guru... I'm will—" almost biting his lip, Pocos insisted.

Staying underground, staying in the village, you may be in a mess and frolicking for a lifetime, but Bocosi has had enough of such days.

"You don't regret it?" Moriarty finally retracted his smile and asked again.

"No regrets!"

Pocos hung his head heavily, and then suddenly picked up the fern spear in his hand, directly piercing the palm of his other hand. This is the traditional "oath of the palm" of the cavemen, which is the most strict and heavy, and if it is violated, it will be despised by the clan. Therefore by swearing now, it has set its course to death.

"Good. In that case, I will take you. ”

As he spoke, Moriarty waved his wand, and a healing spell immediately fell on the caveman, and although the wound on his palm could not heal immediately, it stopped the bleeding.

Then, two more cold rays of light flew out of Moriarty's hand and threw them in front of the caveman. (To be continued......)