According to the official version of the magic texts, the monster eye is not actually a native species of the continent, but an alien element mixed in during a plane war in ancient times. Therefore, the natives of Anta Greich, no matter which camp or level, have no good impression of the magic eye, and have an instinctive disgust and vigilance. In particular, the Demon Eye is good at spiritual erosion and psychological control, and it is even more feared by the strong people of all races. For a time, the world of Nigon also set off a wave of anti-Demon-Eye climaxes, aiming to be able to wipe out this vicious race. Unfortunately, after a mysterious and unknown battle, MONOCULUS managed to survive in the underworld. It's just that since then, these disgusting guys have also reined in a lot, at least they don't dare to launch a mental invasion at will to control or enslave other underground species.

And the Eye Demon Patrol that appeared in front of Moriarty, among them, there were only two pure-blooded Eye Demons, but they were both mid-level evil eye warlocks. Just looking at each other, Moriarty could already feel the cold, eerie, chaotic aura of mental fluctuations emanating from them. In particular, the huge pupil in the center of the sphere's body was completely flowing with unconcealed evil and darkness.

What really surprised Moriarty was that in addition to the two mid-level MONOCULUS, there were many combinations of dwarves, harpys, underground dwarves, and even various abyssal beasts in his team. All of these "members" have glazed eyes, strange breaths, and a non-living evil light in their eyes. There is no doubt that they are all slaves who have been controlled by the spirit of the Demon Eye, and they are completely at their disposal. There is no freedom, no rights, not even thought. It's almost a replica of the undead puppet.

It seems that even though the Magic Eye has reined in his evil deeds due to some kind of pressure, he still tries to control other races as spiritual slaves in private through various opportunities and means, such as buying slaves from the slave market or taking prisoners of war in battle.

Compared to the sabre-rattling of the dark elves, the Eye Demon is much more "gentle and kind" to the minotaurs. It's just that behind this mildness and kindness is always a certain almost unquenchable desire and greed. Because the Eye Demon is most willing to control those who are strong and sturdy, just like a bird always loves to ride a big horse, this can bring more intense psychological pleasure to the Eye Demon with a fragile body. Therefore, the strong Minotaur is undoubtedly the "best" choice.

No patrols were allowed to get closer. After Jolob ignited the sacrifice directly. to resist the opponent's ubiquitous mental disturbance, so as to avoid the tribesmen's suffering losses. And the blazing blue flames did have a deterrent effect on the Eye Demon, and it seemed that he didn't want to really have any conflict, and the two Eye Demons just circled around. Laughing silently. He took a large number of spiritual slaves and left.

"These bastards!"

Even in the face of the dark elves, the old minotaur was not very excited. Looking at the distant back of the Eye Demon Patrol, he couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the minotaurs and the dark elves had too deep a grudge, there would be no possibility of reconciliation. Otherwise, it would have been long overdue to join forces and fight the Eye Demon again. After all, no one can stand to be surrounded by a villain who can invade their own spirit, eavesdrop on their minds, tamper with memories, and even quietly enslave themselves.

Since then, the Minotaurs have encountered several other similar patrols, but they have all dealt with them in the past.

Finally, after another whole day of walking, the team arrived at the destination of the trip, in front of the dungeon "Dark Neon".

This was the first time that Moriarty had seen the center of civilization in the Nigon world.

Unlike the human castles and magical city-states on the surface, the dungeon is the essence of the vast dark region, and the fulcrum of civilization and power. And the establishment of every dungeon is a poem written by blood and fire.

Legend has it that before ancient times, Nigon was still struggling between primitiveness and savagery, and all intelligent creatures were constantly exposed to the claws of powerful abyssal beasts. There is no communication with each other, they can't communicate with each other, and they can only survive in the dark world underground.

Until the first dungeon was established, the intelligent species had the first stronghold and fortress to resist the abyssal beasts, and also had the foundation for the orderly inheritance of civilization. Since then, one dungeon after another has been erected, expanding the territory of the Flame of Civilization, and also constantly compressing and weakening the territory of the once powerful Abyssal Beast.

So far, the knowable territory of Nigon has been basically divided and shrouded by the dungeons of various races, and the underground world has truly returned to the civilized world.

In front of you, the dark neon color is built on a very large piece of high land, covering an area almost five times the size of the Rhineberg. Around the highlands, an exposed river of magma is gurgling, radiating inexhaustible heat energy outward, and it is the natural defense circle of the dungeon. For some reason, from a distance, there was always a dark rainbow floating on the lava river, which was small but clearly visible from all angles. Come to think of it, this is the origin of the name of this dungeon city, "Dark Neon".

On the high ground, three medium-sized cities with different shapes and styles are arranged in a zigzag pattern, which are the three spheres of influence controlled by the dark elves, the minotaurs, and the eye demons. In the center of the three forts, there is a rolling complex of buildings, which belongs to the public administration area, which is convenient for caravans and adventurers from all over the world to stay, trade, and consume.

"It's 'dark and colorful'. Although it is nominally a city, it is actually the size of three other cities. It can be called a strong strength. Seeing that the children of the tribe such as D'Artagnan were almost looking straight, Jolob introduced him: "It's a pity that I have to live next to the dark elves and the eye demons, which is really a great pity. ”

"That's true."

Seeing the old minotaur's deep unwillingness, Moriarty also nodded in agreement.

In fact, the so-called regret is still light, from Moriarty's point of view, such three tribes live together, although the appearance seems to be powerful and difficult to shake, but there must be too many mutual guards, ties, and open and secret battles between them. It's like if you put humans and orcs in the same city on the ground, it's good to be afraid that war won't break out immediately. And the "dark neon color" in front of him has accommodated the three major Nigong powerhouses for so many years, and they have all passed "safely", and the story and reason behind it must be sensational.

"Thank you, Lord Jolob, for your care and attention along the way. Now that I've arrived, I think it's time for me to take my leave. And, I think you have a lot of 'big things' to do next. Glancing at the dungeon that was close at hand, Moriarty took his farewell to the old minotaur.

"Really? It's good. can be achieved safely, and finally live up to the promise. ”

Seeing that the other party was resolute and that he really had "big things" to do immediately, the Torch Prophet nodded and said. Speaking of which, since the earliest enchantment missions, when dealing with human mages, the other party is so gentle and polite, and he has advanced skills, which really can't help but leave a good impression on people. Even if it is as severe as Jolob, he has been heartbroken for Moriarty all the way. Not to mention the "gentle care of the Bull Demon King", which has become a killer feature in its hands. Even if d'Artagnan and the others were all defeated in the martial arts, with this magic suit alone, Jolob was fifty percent sure that he would be able to impress the maze keepers and make them agree to the return of the "Crucible Tribe" to the ancestral spirit hall.

"Master..."

And seeing that Moriarty was leaving, the other one who was most reluctant was d'Artagnan.

From the earliest non-fighting and unacquainted acquaintance, to the current obedience and sincerity, the young minotaur can basically be regarded as a "devout disciple" of human mages. It's a pity that it has the responsibility of performing martial arts, otherwise it might really have to learn from Bo Kesi and go out with the human mage.

"Hehe, don't do this, we'll see you again."

Looking at the bulls-eyed d'Artagnan, Moriarty also smiled, and at the same time secretly stuffed a freshly melted gold nugget to the other party.

Dungeons are no more remote and small, and consumption is inevitably expensive, and they are all bought and sold in real money. Like d'Artagnan, Julob wouldn't give him any pocket money. But the world of flowers is chaotic, and sometimes you can't lose face when you go out to socialize, so although a gold nugget can directly enhance your strength like a magic prop, it is a suitable gift for the here and now, and it is also Moriarty's special care for this bull head who has a good impression of herself before parting.

"Thank you... Master..."

After receiving the gold nugget, the young minotaur could not hold back his tears. On the one hand, when the old minotaur saw it, he rarely did not confiscate d'Artagnan's "extra income", but once again sighed the human touch of the human mage, which was really affectionate in detail.

Watching the team of the Crucible Tribes cross the lava river from the entrance on the side of Bullhead City and disappear into the dungeon, Moriarty turned his gaze back. But it was a long time to stand still.

"Master, shall we go in too?" Seeing that Moriarty had been silent for five minutes, Pocos finally stepped forward and asked carefully.

"Of course you have to go in."

Moriarty nodded, but turned and walked briskly towards another remote area outside the dungeon. Seeing this, the caveman didn't dare to say anything more, and hurriedly followed.

About a quarter of an hour later, a "minotaur" with a caveman stood in front of Dark Neon again.

"The host..."

Looking at the dungeon in front of him, and then at the strange figure beside him, Pokesi was still a little unaccustomed to wanting to speak and stop.

Not long ago, in just a few minutes, the human mage who had disappeared and reappeared had turned into a completely unfamiliar minotaur. Although compared with ordinary minotaur totem fighters, the Moriarty version of the "Minotaur" is much thinner, but in Pocosi's opinion, it is also a real and real "bull head".

And when the other party came up with unquestionable evidence to prove his true identity, Pokes almost fainted, but he had to believe that this strange bull head was the human mage himself, and he was deeply amazed by the magic of the magic world.

"Let's go, let's go in too."

Glancing condescendingly at Pocos from a new perspective, Moriarty strode forward with his hooves. (To be continued......)