"How? Fight right here! ”

Hearing Moriarty's provocative words, the irascible Minotaur immediately couldn't bear it anymore, and directly picked up the bronze battle axe and slashed it at Moriarty, completely ignoring whether the other party would become two symmetrical pieces after such a guy went down, or would be directly slapped into flesh by the not very sharp axe blade.

"Don't do it yet!"

On the side, the Tartar Elder saw that he didn't say a few words and actually went to the full martial arts, and he was immediately in a hurry and wanted to stop it. However, before the old cave hunter could persuade him, Moriarty's wand released a blue ray that instantly hit the Minotaur's body. Immediately, as if his hands and feet were bound by invisible ropes, Dardaneman's movements slowed down.

"Magic!?"

Although the minotaur was not very old, he knew the goods, and immediately roared, and his face showed anger. In the underworld, priesthoods are as scarce as they are on the ground. The only people in the Nigon race are the vile dark elves and the wicked Eye Demons. The Minotaur, on the other hand, had a deep dislike for both races, and the likelihood of conflict once they met was close to ninety-nine percent. So Moriarty cast the first-level spell "Muddy Steps", and d'Artagnan thought he was a variant of the Dark Elves.

"Give me death!"

The Minotaur roared, and at the same time, a brownish-red flame appeared on d'Artagnan's body like a thick hair. Then, the slowing effect of the earth spell immediately diminished a lot under the rise of this strange flame, and d'Artagnan's axe also accelerated even harder.

But. Moriarty, who had already gained some gaps, immediately retreated and quickly opened up the distance between him and the other party. At the same time, twelve red crystal gargoyles collectively dispatched to surround the minotaur like a swarm of bees and launch a series of attacks.

"What the hell is this! I don't care about you! ”

The first time he saw the magic puppet, d'Artagnan was not shocked, and directly slashed out with an axe, and immediately smashed a gargoyle in front of him into the air. And because the bronze battle axe was so heavy, it could almost be regarded as a blunt attack, so the gargoyle that was knocked away under the blow could not fly again for a while.

"The power is strong. The shot is ferocious, accurate, and deadly. And there is also the Minotaur's racial stunt, which should be the 'totemic power' of the Minotaur. ”

However, Moriarty didn't care that a gargoyle would lose its combat effectiveness in a single shot, and quickly prepared a second spell, while analyzing the battle characteristics of the Minotaur inside and out.

"Smack!"

Soon. Another magic golem was shot away like a ball by d'Artagnan's axe. And with it. The Minotaur couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.

But at this moment. Moriarty's second spell was ready, and it was an enhanced version of the second-level mutant earth spell "Sinking Swamp". And when a turquoise swamp phantom surfaced at the feet of the minotaur, no matter how strong the totem fire of the sixth-level totem fighter was. It is no longer effective in expelling powerful magical forces.

Immediately, d'Artagnan's movements became as heavy and stiff as if he were in a swamp. On the other hand, the remaining ten red crystal gargoyles were much more agile than them, and they could easily avoid the Minotaur's attacks, while their own adamantite claws continued to land accurately on the opponent's back.

In just a few moments, the minotaur had already seen blood. D'Artagnan was furious and his eyes were red, but there was nothing he could do but continue to resist the attack of the magic puppet. And this is the sorrow of the war job when facing the powerful legal office, once it falls into the rhythm of the other party, it is difficult for the war job to escape, until it is "played" to death. Back then, the Minotaur fought several times to regain the "Eclipse of the Moon" in order to counterattack, but in the end he was defeated by the magic tide of the dark elves. Look at the helplessness of d'Artagnan today, it is a copy of the despair and unwillingness of the Minotaur predecessors.

On the other hand, Moriarty had no intention of letting the other party go, and his third spell was almost complete. A dazzling flash of lightning flickered between his fingers, and as soon as he pointed out, the powerful thunderbolt would fall from the sky and fall on top of the Minotaur's head, teaching him a profound lesson.

It's just that, for some reason, when the second-level spell was ready, Moriarty was hanging in his hand with his superb supermagic skills, but he set his sights on another place.

"Alright, you can stop. I admit that you have the qualifications to climb the 'Crucible Hills'. ”

Finally, another powerful figure appeared on a platform at the front of the trail, and said in a deep voice to Moriarty, who had completely taken the initiative in the battle. Immediately, Moriarty also smiled, waved his hand to disperse the lightning storm at his fingertips, and at the same time took back all the magic golems.

"D'Artagnan, come back too."

At the same time, the figure let out another muffled roar. Immediately, the young minotaur, who was still furious and seemed to want to continue, immediately calmed down as if he had been doused with ice water. Then, after a second glance at the stranger on the other side, he turned and galloped back towards the upper part of the hill. Then, the figure on the high platform also disappeared.

"That's Lord Jolob, the leader of the 'Bullhead' and a high-ranking 'Torch Prophet'."

At this time, Tartar also returned to Moriarty's side and whispered. To be honest, witnessing the fight between the other party and d'Artagnan just now, the caveman wanted to intervene, but he hesitated again. Especially when he saw that Moriarty had completely grasped the initiative in an instant, and the Minotaur had no power to fight back, the Tartar did not dare to move. However, in the end, it ended peacefully, and the caveman also secretly called it "lucky". And this time, I saw Moriarty shoot in person throughout the whole process, and I deeply admired the strength of this master, and I was deeply jealous.

"Torch Prophet..."

Moriarty was stunned for a moment, but then nodded.

The Torch Prophet is a class unique to the Minotaur, similar to the Priesthood, but instead of practicing ordinary spell-like spells, it inherits some of the ancient tribal abilities of the Minotaur. One of the most powerful and peculiar is the legendary "Prophetic Technique", from which the name of the Torch Prophet comes from.

Within the Minotaur, the Torch Prophet usually also served as an important social duty such as "blessing", "medical treatment", "teaching", and "memorial". So in many Minotaur tribes, the tribal leader is directly a Torch Prophet. And according to some magicians, it is believed that the Torch Prophet is actually a branch of the shaman, dating back to the time of the Ancient Elven Empire 10,000 years ago. And this is very mild with the characteristics of the Minotaur who are still ancient and uneasy to customs.

Without further words, Moriarty and the Tartar walked briskly to the top of the hill. After only a minute or so of walking, a large, flat hilltop platform appeared in front of the two of them.

The platform is about 100 square meters, with a depression in the middle, and thick smoke and fire are constantly coming out. Next to the depression, there are stone steps leading to the interior of the hill. Come to think of it, the base camp of this Minotaur tribe is inside this "Furnace Hill", and the crater of the ground fire should be in it.

At this time, nearly twenty minotaurs, large and small, had been concentrated on the platform on the top of the mountain. Among them, the light and the young and the old make up half of them, and it seems that they are already the majority of the members of this tribe. In this way, this tribe of Minotaur can only be considered small.

Seeing Moriarty ascend to the platform, d'Artagnan, who had already returned first, immediately glared at him. At this point, the young minotaur has been simply bandaged. However, when he saw that the stranger who had wounded d'Artagnan was so delicate in appearance, the expressions of the other minotaurs could not help but become strange. D'Artagnan was even more embarrassed.

In the center of these Minotaurs, an old minotaur dressed in a multicolored robe and holding a metal totem staff is looking solemnly and unsmilingly at the two men who have reached the summit.

It was none other than the tribal leader, the eleventh level Torch Prophet, Jolob!

Compared with the Tartar Tower, Jolob is also old, but he is straight and does not show the slightest old age. In particular, those huge eyes, full of wisdom and will, contrasted sharply with the cloudiness and bleakness of the cavemen.

"Human, I'm curious how you came to the Abyssal World. As far as I know, since the catastrophe 500 years ago, no guests from the earth have entered the earth. ”

When the stranger approached, the first thing the Torch Prophet said was to shock the audience.

Immediately, the eyes of all the underground natives were firmly focused on Moriarty. Even the Tartars, as if they had only seen each other for the first time, widened their eyes and did not blink. Because for the Nigons, the qiē on the ground has been too far away, and even more than a dozen generations have never seen what the sun looks like, let alone what the creatures on the ground look like. And now, there is a human being on the surface standing in front of them, how can they not be curious and surprised.

"Hello, Honorable Torch Prophet, Lord Jolob. Because I was swept away by a temporal storm, I inexplicably came from the ground to this vast and boundless underground world, and got lost here. So, in order to find my way home, I had to ask you and your clan for help. ”

Sure enough, the Torch Prophet is worthy of being the wise man of the Minotaur, truly wise, and he can see the roots of Moriarty at a glance. In this regard, Moriarty did not have any idea of denying or covering up, so he said directly.

"Back on the ground? Hehe, IMHO, I'm afraid it's impossible. ”

The Torch Prophet chuckled, not knowing whether to laugh at the ignorance of the other party or at the audacity of humanity.

"Some things have to be tried before they can be said to be impossible." Moriarty is still neither humble nor arrogant: "Moreover, if you can't try one time, you can try two, three, and four times... There will always be times when it will be successful. It's like the 'Eclipse of the Moon', if you can't fight a war or a second battle, you still have to fight three battles and four stops... Go down until you get it back. Isn't it, Lord Jolob? ”

"You..."

When he heard the forbidden name "Eclipse Moonlight" come out of the mouths of humans, the Torch Prophet couldn't help but be stunned. On the side, d'Artagnan and some other minotaurs collectively shouted angrily, as if they were about to attack Moriarty. (To be continued......)

PS: Deeper and heavier, double-fly?