Magic Items: Basil Ray's Feather of Transformation;

Maker: Basil Lei. Schiffer;

Grade: Treasure;

Quality: Complete;

Content (function): This is a special treasure created by Basillei using one of her own feathers. Drawing on the blood essence of other species, the Transfiguration Feather grants the wearer the eerie ability to "change the shape of one's body", and further imbues certain traits or talents of that race. And even in the eyes of the Extreme Dao, the shapeshifters don't need to worry about being recognized. Because the Feather of Transformation has really broken through the limits of mere illusions, as if some kind of ultra-small realm has truly embodied certain illusions. Of course, if the feather is worn for a long time, both the body and mind of the shapeshifter will be affected, and in extreme cases, it is more likely to lose their identity and lose their original racial awareness.

Notes: Although Basillei is an arrogant, cold, and mean female hero, once she is emotional, she is willing to abandon her past for love, including power, fame, and even her own life form.

Looking inwardly at the floating black feather in the crystal book, Moriarty couldn't help but sigh again at the boundlessness and magic of the wizarding world, and at the same time applauded a certain view of love for the hero of the previous generation. Although it seems inappropriate to love someone to the point of completely losing himself, the incomparable feelings in it still moved him. After all, it is not easy for everything to be truly affectionate and sexual, and this is true for both ordinary people and heroes.

However, it was also the right time for Moriarty to receive this transformation feather by coincidence. At least. Whether it's taking on as a minotaur or caveman and then entering the "Dark Neon" activity, it's much more low-key and safe than acting as a human.

At that moment, Moriarty took the black feather out of the crystal book and carefully studied the alchemy structure in it, hoping to figure out the principle and specific alchemy array form of this treasure that could be transformed into reality.

Time passed quickly, and before Moriarty could even find any clues, it was already ten hours later.

At this time, the minotaurs woke up one after another, and after eating, they had to continue their journey towards the dungeon.

Taking advantage of this gap, Moriarty pulled d'Artagnan aside. Asked for blood from a test tube. The reason is to make an enchantment and see if you can make a piece of magic equipment that is more suitable for the characteristics of the young minotaur itself.

When he heard such a heartwarming reason, d'Artagnan immediately smiled so brightly that it almost glowed, and rolled up his sleeves to let the other party jerk boldly. Just looking at it, I can't wait for the human mage to drain his own blood.

When the rest is over. The Crucible Horde's team is once again heading towards Dark Neon.

From here, go straight to the dungeon. It's basically a flat river. Because it is already in the fringe sphere of influence of the dungeon, no abyssal beasts or rogue ronins will dare to operate in such a place, and they can be safe all the way.

When the team has gone some way further. As you pass through the tunnels, you will encounter other Nyongon natives or troglodytes living in the fringe areas. And when these locals saw a large group of minotaurs passing by them, they all looked calm and calm, as if they were used to seeing such a scene.

Finally, two days away from the dungeon, the Crucible Tribes meet other tribal "allies" who are also on their way to Dark Neon to celebrate the Minotaur's birthday.

It's just that the imaginary scene of the villagers meeting and tears has never appeared at all. On the contrary, when the prophet of the minotaur tribe on the opposite side saw the "furnace" of the "furnace", his face was full of contempt and contempt, as if the upper class people saw the inferior people, they did not greet them at all, and even did not allow their own children to have any contact with the "furnace" of the minotaurs, so they took it upon themselves to go first.

And in this regard, although Jolob's face was ugly, he endured it. Come to think of it, it's not the first time it's faced with such a situation.

After another day of walking, I encountered more and more Minotaur "allies" on the road, but each time the scene was similar indifference and embarrassment. Even when they sometimes come down narrow paths, the other Minotaur tribes will unceremoniously seize the "furnace" path, banish it aside, and even laugh at it.

In this regard, d'Artagnan and other young people could not bear it, and they wanted to fight directly with those rude people. However, under the strict orders of the Torch Prophet, all the minotaurs could only grit their teeth and endure the humiliation and contempt they had never suffered.

"Is it uncomfortable? Can't help it? Want to take down those guys? OK! Go to the martial arts arena and fight in front of Lord Cleveland! Fight until everyone is afraid of you, and until Lord Cleveland appreciates you! In the face of d'Artagnan and other tribal children, Jolob said frankly: "If we can't take advantage of the birthday of the adults to complete the return this time, then this humiliation will continue to be tasted by you, and your children and grandchildren, forever!" So, what to do, think for yourselves! ”

With that, the Torch Prophet ignored the stunned young minotaur and continued on his way. In just a moment, a united roar erupted fiercely behind the old minotaur, like a landslide cracking the ground.

"It seems that I still underestimated Jolob's determination."

Looking at the somewhat lonely but unyielding back of the Torch Prophet, Moriarty also nodded secretly and repeatedly.

As a "wild tribe" that is not recognized by Cleveland, the "Crucible" has endured too many injustices and grievances, and the size of the tribe has been shrinking because of its loneliness. If this time it can't be forgiven and recognized by the maze keepers, and the return to the great reversal can be realized, then it may be that the "crucible" will really disappear into the eternal darkness of the underground world more than a hundred years later.

Finally, after exiting the last long passage, the team came to the location of a super underground plain.

And in the center of the plain ahead, stands the dungeon "Dark Neon".

Walking on the plains, there are busy cavemen everywhere. These are farmers who belong to the dungeon, who have served for generations, and there is basically no freedom to speak of.

At the same time, in addition to the growing number of minotaurs on the flat roads leading in all directions, caravans from other places are also walking, or heading to or out of the "dark neon".

Most of the cities in the Underworld are far apart, so trade and exchange between regions can only be done by armed caravans. Of course, in many cases, these powerful foreign teams will also become bandits, or become the main factor that triggers local political and political turmoil. Correspondingly, each dungeon is both welcoming and wary of incoming caravans, so local patrols and vigilance are essential.

And on the plains, Moriarty also saw the patrols of the two major forces of the Dark Elves and the Eye Demons for the first time.

Sure enough, as legend has said, the dark elves have lived in the underground world for a long time and are constantly in contact with the Dark Force, so their skin has turned pitch black. However, in addition, similar to the elves on the surface, the appearance of the dark elves still inherits the characteristics of the ancient elven empire ten thousand years ago: slender, delicate, and beautiful. The dark skin gives the dark elves a special and mysterious beauty, as if full of wildness and passion.

And that's exactly what happened.

Unlike the current situation where the surface elves have been "weakened" as a whole, the dark elves of Nigon still inherit the indomitable spirit of their ancestors who retreated into the underground world 10,000 years ago, and are more martial and violent. Moreover, on the road of inheriting the traditions and civilization of the ancient elven empire, the dark elves are also far better than the surface elves with weak power.

Therefore, in the wars before the Ice Apocalypse, the Dark Elves who invaded the ground no longer even regarded the surface elves as their own kindred, but only regarded them as soulless walking corpses that needed to be completely eliminated in order to protect the purity and nobility of the elven bloodline.

Among the dark elf patrols that Moriarty saw, there were only thirty people, led by a sixth-level black elf knight, and a fifth-level black elf mage as a supplement, and the warriors in the team were all fourth-level low-level peaks, which could be called elite.

However, among all these dark elves, the proportion of women is more than sixty percent, and mid-level knights and mages are also elven women. It seems that there is nothing wrong with the information recorded in the texts that the Dark Elves are predominantly ruled by women.

All the dark elves use twin-tailed geckos as their mounts, coming and going like the wind but silently.

Many caravans would try to avoid the Dark Elf patrol when they saw it from afar, but they couldn't avoid it and honestly stopped and waited for inspection, and few people dared to disobey or resist. This is because, for any suspicious elements, the dark elves will not talk nonsense with them at all, but will directly attack and destroy the matter. This rule is common throughout the Underworld.

However, the Dark Elf Patrols, though elite, do not check the Minotaur team, and this is some sort of unspoken rule. After all, there is an irreconcilable feud between the two races, and both are powerful in battle, and it is really easy to misfire when confronting each other. Normally, if it is not necessary, the two tribes will refrain from giving way to each other. This is not cowardice, but to accumulate strength for the next "Eclipse Moon Holy War".

So when the patrol of the Dark Elves galloped by, the Torch Prophet was gone. As for the provocative eyes and shouts of the young men of the minotaurs, the dark elves who walked by were just indifferent, as if they were looking at a group of uncivilized beings.

Compared to the feared Dark Elves, the Beholder's patrols are more of a disgusting and wary force to be watched.

When he saw the Beholder for the first time, Moriarty couldn't help but be struck by the creature for its ugliness and eccentricity.

Although he had studied it in his magical biology class, when he actually faced it, looking at the slender twisted tentacles like whiskers, the swollen body covered in slime, and the huge one-eye in the center of his body that shone with a clear evil light, Moriarty still felt the urge to blow it up with one arrow. (To be continued......)