The green foliage swayed freely with the morning breeze, and the soft sunlight dappled the trees. The crisp birdsong is complemented by the occasional roar of wild beasts from the mountains. The natural and peaceful atmosphere made Carl, who had been up early in the morning, feel relaxed and happy, and he also had a strong tolerance for Phoenix, who was chattering and calling non-stop.

Tossing a nut into his mouth, Carl took out the golden compass left for him by Daddy Dead from the spatial ring. Yesterday's conversation with the Explorers' Guild at the Oak Tavern was not useless, and at least many of the wrong answers were eliminated.

Opening the map and carefully comparing the terrain in front of him, Carl searched for the next direction. "Carl, Carl. When are we going to go to the barbecue again? I'm still hungry when I wake up so early today!" Phoenix's crisp voice is still so nice, it's just a little annoying. If you ignore her, Phoenix can talk in your ear all day.

Karl put away the map and said angrily: "It's obviously a bird, but its appetite is as big as that of a mammoth, so be careful when you eat it as a fat bird." I just have roast birds to eat. ”

"Ouch. Carl clutched his head and screamed in pain, running deeper into the woods. After pecking for a while, Phoenix, who was still not puzzled, flapped his wings and chased after him.

After another pause, Phoenix seemed relieved, flew to Carl's shoulder, and said to his chagrin, "Father, please forgive me for my rudeness, it's so unladylike." "Yes, yes. There is a loss of ladylike demeanor. Karl chimed in, only to get another bird's peck, "Correct your wording, people are obviously ladies!"

After a while, Carl and Phoenix continued their way deeper into Mount Erog, and although the destination of the trip was on another mountain, the way up that mountain was too rugged and would take more time than going up from Mount Arrow. In the Central Mountain Range, you can't use the Hanging Technique to go directly, after all, the demonic beasts in the Central Mountain Range like this kind of target very much.

Following the instructions of the golden compass and the map, Cal decided to rest for a while before setting off. The mountain roads are rugged, and maintaining a high level of physical strength is a must.

Sitting on the rotten dead leaves, Carl took out the kettle and took a big sip.

A gentle breeze brings a touch of coolness.

Carl looked at the foot of the mountain, and the shadows of the trees were so heavy that he couldn't see the scenery at the bottom of the mountain, just as he couldn't understand the actions of his dead ghost father.

For his dead dad, Carl's memory gradually blurred. After all, he has been in hell for so many years, and his brain still needs to remember the appearance of a beautiful woman, but there is no extra place to give him a bad old man.

Carl is an orphan, which is what Daddy Dead tells him, and Carl still believes it. How can his handsome and handsome face resemble the obscene face of the dead ghost father? Fortunately, it is not his own son, otherwise if he really looks like the dead ghost father, oh, the hell lord is above, please take my soul.

When he knew that he was an orphan, Carl did not feel a little sad, after all, he didn't know what his biological parents looked like, and he would be sad there. In addition, although the dead ghost father is ugly, he is really good to himself, and Carl reluctantly accepts him as his father. Therefore, he left a last wish, and Carl had to help him fulfill it, no matter how difficult it was.

Daddy Dead is a thief, and Carl knows it. As for whether he is a famous thief, it is not very clear. Why do you have to find the tomb of the legendary Julius Caesar, Karl can only understand that as a thief, he always wants to challenge some difficult ones.

After making sure that the direction indicated by the golden compass was not wrong, Carl gently woke up Phoenix, who was already asleep, "Hey, little one. It's time for us to go. "Oh" Phoenix has been sleeping more and more often lately, is it going to evolve?

As for Phoenix, Carl knew what Daddy Dead Ghost told him. On the day he was picked up, Daddy Dead found a fiery red egg beside him. When Daddy saw this egg, he knew that it should be the descendant of a legendary beast, and if he sold it to a plane merchant, he would definitely be able to sell it for a good price. Originally, he just wanted to take the eggs, not Carl's. But what he didn't expect was that as long as he took the eggs, Carl would cry non-stop. The heart-rending cry made the dead ghost father unbearable, so he had to take Carl back to his residence and named him Carl.

For such a story routine, every time Carl hears the dead ghost daddy tell him, he will scoff, and he thinks I am cute and good-looking before he takes me home, so he will say directly, why use such a cheesy story?

Carl and Phoenix traveled through the mountains and forests for a long time, and finally left Mount Erog and entered the realm of Mount Nell. Looking at the scenery in front of him, which had not changed at all, Carl had a headache. He has been learning the exploration skills and thief techniques from the dead ghost father for a long time, but how to find the location of the mausoleum, Carl is still at a loss, does he have to dig three feet into the ground here?

Just as Karl was embarrassed, a tiger's angry roar was heard not far ahead. Somewhat surprised, Karl saw a short figure emerge from the bushes and run past him.

Before he could see who the short figure was running by, Carl felt a fishy wind blowing in his face.

Hey, it's so unkind to even come with a gift bag. Karl dodged the attack of the Blood-Striped Red Flame Tiger with a slight turn, and then a whip leg. The poor Blood-Patterned Red Flame Tiger let out a wail, and after smashing several big trees that the two of them were hugging one after another, he fell heavily to the ground and lost his breath.

"Feini, go and take out the crystal nucleus of that beast, although it is not worth much, I can also buy you a barbecue to eat. Carl said to Phoenix as he walked over to the stunned dwarf standing in place. "Father, if you call someone fat again, I'll tell you about wetting the bed at the age of ten. Carl, who originally wanted to play the image of a master, was like a furry beast with fried hair after hearing Phoenix's threat, "That's not what you did, let me play with fire, I said that playing with fire is easy to wet the bed!"

Terrick looked at Carl and Phoenix who were fighting together, and wondered, why would that human be angry at a bird?

Carl, who had successfully thrown Phoenix onto the corpse of the Blood-Patterned Red Flame Tiger, walked up to Trek and smiled, "Hello, I'm Carl, the son of Banak Unoria, from the small town of Gran, and a man who aspires to be the greatest explorer of the Endless Plane. ”

Looking at the smiling Carl, Terrick unconsciously took two steps back. The man in front of him was not as disgusting as other humans, but his smile was so strange!

Karl, who saw Trek's movements in his eyes, glanced at his outfit suspiciously, no problem, the standard adventurer's outfit, what's going on with this dwarf's expression?

"Hello, my name is Terek Hammer, son of Karrick Hammer. Terrick said in lingua franca. Although Carl's behavior at the beginning made Terrick feel that the human in front of him was a pervert, but after looking at it again, Terike inexplicably felt that Carl was a trustworthy human.

Seeing the change in Trek's eyes on him, Carl knew that it was his strange charm that was at work. Every time he encounters such a situation, Carl can't help but wonder in his heart, is he really the lover of the goddess of charm? Oh, God the Father, dear goddess of charm, please forgive me for my rudeness, I just think you are very discerning!

Despite his inner activity, Carl still maintains a smiling expression on the surface. "My name is Phoenix, not Fatty, I'm not fat at all!" Just when Carl wanted to ask Terrick why he was chased by the Bloodstreaked Red Flame Tiger, Phoenix, who had successfully retrieved the Red Flame Tiger crystal core, threw him directly to the ground, and then eagerly greeted Trek in lingua franca, for fear that Terrick would misunderstand that he was a fat bird. Standing on Carl's left shoulder, Phoenix shook the flesh on his belly, obviously he was still so thin.

Trek looked at Phoenix, whose blood had not yet clotted and had a little milky brain, on the bird's beak. Forgive my ignorance, great Gnymny, what kind of existence is this man and bird in front of me?

"Fatney, you've scared our dwarven friends!" bent down to pick up the Red Flame Tiger Crystal Core on the ground, and blew softly, seeing the dancing flames in the crystal nucleus, Carl smiled with satisfaction. Lady Luck is favoring, and it turns out to be an advanced crystal nucleus.

It's just that I didn't expect to see Phoenix fluttering his wings and a bloody face greeting Treek as he looked up.

"You, hello. "Oh, poor dwarven friend is scared silly. Carl took Phoenix, who was still talking, in his arms, and said with a smile, "Where did we just go? Oh, yes." Excuse me, my friend, how could you have been hunted down by the Bloodstreaked Red Flame Tiger? That's not where they can move?"

While dwarves rarely befriend humans, Trek, who had experienced the twists and turns of the day, didn't notice a problem with Cal's name. "That's right. Teric told Karl how he had come out of the city of the Dwarven Kingdom and had been chased by the Bloodstriped Red Flame Tiger on his way to find the Dark Gold Vein.

The dwarves were really not storytellers, and Terric's words made Carl drowsy. But Terrick didn't know it, and was still chattering. Karl, who had endured to the limit, interrupted Trek's words, although there was still a smile on his face, but no matter how he looked at it, he was forcing a smile, "My friend, Brother Terrick, I don't know if you ever found a mausoleum or anything like that when you were looking for ore veins underground. ”

The interrupted Terike was still intoxicated by Carl's charming charm, and he didn't have the slightest anger, "Mausoleum? You mean the dwarves' mausoleum? We dwarves won't do that, and returning to the hills is our best destination." It was put in a wooden box, which was a desecration of Gnimny. The more he talked, the more excited Terrick finally began to shout. Looking at the dwarf Terek with the bruises on his neck, Carl had a headache, why didn't he open the pot himself! Knowing that turning dwarves into stones after death was regarded as the highest honor, and being put in a coffin was a blasphemy against the dwarven god Gnymny.

"Oh, my dwarven brother, I think you misunderstood me. I'd like to talk about whether you ever noticed the breath of the undead when you went out looking for ore veins. "Although many emperors prepare their bodies to become undead when they are buried, nothing is absolute. In the long course of history, there are not a few emperors who have been turned into undead, and some emperors have successfully devoured the caster after being transformed into an undead and become a free existence. Of the undead planes in existence, one of the most powerful undead kings was a king during his lifetime. It's just a king who has been destroyed. A year after his death, his country was wiped out, and his body was made into a black samurai to be humiliated by his enemies. It's just that he didn't expect that he turned into a black warrior and gained great power because of a blessing in disguise, not only recovering his own country, but also destroying the enemy country. It was only in the end, that he, who became the Black Warrior Emperor, chose to turn the entire plane into his private domain.

"Undead breath?" Terrick didn't understand why Carl, an explorer, wanted to find the breath of the undead, but out of his inexplicable trust in Carl, Terike replied honestly: "I didn't see any undead in my search for mineral deposits. The other day, though, I heard someone say that there was an anomaly in the Moando Mountains. I was only interested in the veins, so I didn't ask. ”

Listening to Terek's answer, Carl was a little disappointed. On the map left by his dead ghost father, the possible location of Julius Caesar's tomb is clearly marked, and Mount Moandor is not within that range. Could it be that Daddy Dead Ghost has made a mistake? Carl took out the map and examined it carefully, and found that the Moandore Mountains were very close to the range marked on the map.

"Karl, do you want to come with me to Moscow Anko. I trust our King, His Majesty the great Xos Stormhammer, to answer your questions. Now it's Carl's turn to be shocked. Dwarves are notoriously stubborn and suspicious of other races. Few people were able to reach the dwarven cities, except for the goblins who made their business to the chassis of all races. But as long as you gain the friendship of the dwarves, then you will be his friends for life, even if you have betrayed him, as long as you do not desecrate the traditions of the dwarves, then the dwarves will accept you again. Is he really the lover or illegitimate child of the goddess of charm?

"Oh, my friend, please rest assured. Our king was very hospitable, you will love it. And there are a lot of fine wines in the city of Anko, Moscow, don't you like to drink?" Seeing that Karl did not answer himself, Terike was afraid that Karl would not want to go, so he hurriedly promoted his city.

Oh, come on. I don't want to drink an ale that doesn't taste like anything other than spicy, and although the rye beer I drank yesterday was pretty good, I won't admit it.

"Oh, my friend. I'm not saying no. It's just that I was a little flattered and didn't react. Carl crouched down and put his arm around Trek's shoulder like a longtime friend. "How I want to drink your ale now, and the wonderful taste still lingers on my lips and teeth. "Now Carl has been lying since he met that bad plane merchant, and his face is not red and his heart is not beating. The unscrupulous businessman brazenly said that this is called the art of communication.

"My friend, I didn't expect you to like our ale so much. Then you must come to the city of Anke Moscow, where it will surely become your paradise. Terek said excitedly.

Karl didn't answer him immediately, but stood up and whispered to Phoenix on his left shoulder, "Go and see, Fatney." This time Phoenix didn't correct the question of Karl's salutation, but flew directly in the direction of flying towards the corpse of the Bloodstreaked Red Flame Tiger.

The sluggish Terike didn't notice anything unusual in the woods, and was still instilling in Carl how delicious the dwarves were and how tasteless the wine made by other races was, especially the elven wine, which was as tasteless as a mountain spring.

"Brother Terrick, I'm afraid we won't be able to go to Anke City in Moscow for the time being. The trouble you caused before is not completely solved. Carl interrupted Terrick's chatter. Why is it that the usually taciturn dwarf has so many tongues after meeting me today?Karl sneered as he walked in the direction of the corpse of the Blood-Patterned Red Flame Tiger. In the woods not far from the corpse of the Red Flame Tiger, a dull low roar was terrifying.

At this point, Terrick finally discovered an anomaly in the woods. "Brother Karl, there is an enemy! I'm here to protect you. Trek shouted, and stood in front of Karl with a determined expression in his dwarven hammer in hand. Carl looked at Terek, a little amused. Who was chased by the Blood-Patterned Red Flame Tiger just now?

"My good friend, how could I possibly let you fight alone!" Karl drew his sword and stood by Terek's side with a determined expression. "Let's face it together!"

Touched by Karl's actions, Trek nearly broke the dwarves' racial trait of never shedding tears. Terrick's body erupted with a strong fighting spirit, and the dwarven warhammer in his hand was raised high, and after a loud shout, Terrick rushed towards the shadows of the woods.

Seeing Trek rushing out so recklessly, Carl, who was standing in place, shook his head helplessly, it's really cute to have such a friend, but in battle, it must be a headache to have such a comrade.

I'd love to sit under the tree and wait for Phoenix to finish the matter, but whoever just said something touching would be lazy.

With his sword clenched in both hands, like a warrior, Karl rushed into the shadows of the woods. That indomitable momentum, that unwavering look, if someone is watching, they will definitely be frightened, and those who don't know it must think that Carl is a warrior who sees death as home. It's clear that Karl isn't. As an explorer or a thief, Carl firmly believes that no matter what he faces, he must face it with all his might, and only then can he be qualified to cry bitterly when he fails. The latter sentence was said by Carl's dead ghost father, every time Carl remembered his life insights, he would be mercilessly ridiculed by the dead ghost father, and then modify his perception.

Unlike Mount Ellog, Mount Nell is far away from the safe mountain trail, so the human track has become scarce, and the monsters lurking in the shadows have also begun to hunt. After kicking the Bloodstreaked Red Flame Tiger, Carl had already spotted the horde of dire wolves with their turquoise eyes and a ferocious gaze following Trek far behind. The tiger walks with the wolf, which is the characteristic of the blood-patterned red flame tiger and the dire wolf. As long as a Red Flame Tiger appears, it will definitely be followed by a pack of dire wolves. Although the mystologists who study Warcraft on the main plane have always tried to figure out why Tiger Beasts and Wolf Beasts became collaborators, there has been no convincing conclusion, so the Blood-Striped Red Flame Tiger has become the most troublesome existence. It has been rumored among mercenary adventurers that they would rather team up with barbarians than face the Red Flame Tiger. After all, there is still a way to cover up the stench on the barbarian's body, and if you encounter the Bloodstreaked Red Flame Tiger, then if you are not careful, you may be attacked by the Dire Wolf, when you are fighting the Bloodstreaked Red Flame Tiger.

That's right, the dire wolf is not in the vanguard, most of the mercenaries face the blood-patterned red flame tiger first, and then carefully watch out for the dire wolf that doesn't know where it will come out of nowhere. This is also the origin of the name of the dire wolf, the feared wolf.

But this kind of trouble is a piece of cake for Carl, an explorer, and Phoenix can easily solve it without having to go out himself. It's just that Carl is very interested in why Trek is being chased by the Bloodstriped Red Flame Tiger, as long as he has a good relationship with Terek, then the materials he needs in the future will be found by this dwarven craftsman who wants to regard him as his own brother.

Leapfrog the corpse of the Red Flame Tiger, and dodge the dark spitting acid from the Dire Wolf. Carl rushed into the pack of dire wolves and approached a dire wolf, and before it could react, Carl's sword slashed through its neck. Then he kicked the head of the dire wolf that had not yet fallen to the ground, and hit the belly of a dire wolf that was grappling with Terek. The soft abdomen was hit hard, the dire wolf howled, and the swift movements were also blunt. As the leader of the Dwarven Kingdom's vein exploration team, Trek certainly won't waste this great opportunity. The dwarven warhammer carved with intricate patterns in his hand came into direct contact with the head of the dire wolf. After a miserable wolf howl, Trek's dwarven warhammer stained with dire wolf brains smashed into another dire wolf that retreated in fear.

In the face of the brutal slaughter of Carl and Terek, the remaining dire wolves let out a wail and fled. Pulling out the saber inserted into the dire wolf's body, Carl walked up to Trek with a relaxed face, "Hey, Brother Trek, I want to drink the ale from Moscow Anko!"