Nothing has happened to the small village of "Concave Corner" since the elven ranger and his companions succeeded in banishing the large and bloodthirsty swarm of bats, and the sanctuary of Ilmot has sent a new priest for them, while the old priest was buried at the edge of the woods, and dozens of onions have been transplanted in his burial place, and the onions have bloomed in the past few days, white flowers, small and dense.

It's late at night, and the villagers of "Concave Corner" are sleeping peacefully, and the fat three-line rats are curled up in the onion bushes, munching on them with pleasure, onions are one of the favorite foods of this rodent, and long-term consumption of onions and other plants with various odors makes them exude a strong pungent smell, and many predators will give up chasing them because they can't stand this disgusting smell. But there are exceptions, such as a rabbit with a special taste, a gray-white stripe is the best protective color, but in the blink of an eye, the silly three-line mouse falls into its paws.

The smell of the onion made the rabbit sneeze viciously several times, and the three-threaded rat under its paws was still struggling, and the fluffy hunter went up impatiently and scratched his paws a few times before its prey finally quieted down—and when it tried to pick up the three-threaded rat and leave the place, a strange sound made it straighten its ears vigilantly.

The first thing that appeared in the air was a point of light, a blue point of light, which spread out to the left and right, reaching the width of an adult male's outstretched arm and then extending downwards to the height of a half-adult male, and finally the two lines closed inward, forming a door that seemed to be covered with a transparent film of water. A man in a black robe stepped out of it, his feet strangely not on the ground, but levitating. He acted like a shadow or a ghost, not even touching the dew on the tip of the grass.

The rabbit fur stood up and opened its mouth to let out a terrible meow, but before that, a subtle magical force struck it and it fainted.

"Why don't you let me kill it?" said Animos regretfully, "I still have plenty of venom. "And the little devil has never been afraid to take a life.

"I don't want to leave any traces here. Ostar said.

The little devil snorted. It knew it was going to be a very boring night.

Ostahl took everything he had acquired the previous winter in order to get this clue. Human slaves, orcs pyroxene, gems and gold, and orc and human corpses. Especially the orcs who had taken potions, and he even hid the body of a priest in a dangerous way, Kawuha was not a big-hearted god - he knew from a devil that the spellbook originally belonged to a lich. But the undead had no dragon blood. He probably had the book just for research, and then he learned from another eccentric necromancer that the lich had been purified by the nosy white robes, which made him anxious, because he knew that the whites would destroy or take away the lich's collection, and if the spellbook was shattered or sealed in the main sanctuary in Rosada or Tyre, it would have been a lot of effort to get it out, and the white-robed people were secondary, the problem was that the other people who had also received the task must be watching each other's tracks and actions。 Once he started moving, there was no way to hide what he knew. In the end, it is very likely that he worked hard to pick this tempting fruit, but someone else swallowed it in one gulp.

The necromancer didn't tell him which good god's white robes had purified the owner of the spellbook, but Ostal knew that the white-robed had a bad habit of having a minstrel hobby - they stalked down the details of each task in great detail and kept it in a room completely open to the public, and Ostar disguised himself as an ordinary warrior with a magic instrument, rummaged through the records of all the nearby sanctuary and finally found the contents in a heavy calf skin scroll It doesn't say they got a spellbook with a solid gold cover and gems, or that it was destroyed.

To his surprise, there was a new record on it—a staggeringly short distance between the date and the day he had consulted it.

The talk of the Reverend Ilmut was complete nonsense, and Ostal knew very well what the hell those onion worshippers were, and that there might be one or two strong men among them that could not be ignored, but such people would not be left behind in such a small village in the middle of nowhere.

"He must have gotten something. Ostar said to himself.

He summoned Mulus, but unfortunately Mulus told him that the priest he was looking for had returned to Ilmut, and on the first day he arrived in the Mourning Wasteland, even the most agile devil had failed to grab a hair on him.

"I smell the sour smell of Ilmot," the two-headed viper Animos coiled in his hood, knowing that it had neither a place nor a tongue to entertain the little devil on this night, was in a very bad mood, "vomit~." It exaggerated.

"Where?"

"Follow me, my dear master. Animos said, spreading its wings.

Under the guidance of the Animos, Ostal found the cavern that had been filled with mire, and spent nearly half a night there, unfortunately he found nothing, and the priest of Ilmot purified the place several times, and he could not even summon a ghost - but Ostal, at least on the surface, showed no signs of impatience or irritation, and calmly cast a spell to smooth out the traces left by himself, and instead walked towards the place where the humans gathered.

"Do you need me for anything?" asked the little devil with great interest, and he could bite all the people inside house after house.

"Nope. The red-robed warlock said, "I just need to read someone's mind and see if there is the answer I need." ”

He first visited the new priest of Ilmot, but the man's head was as empty as his robe, and Ostarr turned his gaze to one of the most spacious houses in the village. He rummaged through the man's head, and was surprised to see several familiar faces inside.

"Oh, yes. The Warlock's good memory immediately reminded him of when he had helped Dylan hunt down his titular brother. A glimpse through a crystal ball. "They've passed through here - to get rid of the winged cuties, they went into this abandoned crypt and ......"

"They may have taken something," Animos said earnestly, "yes, very likely." ”

"Let me go to them," the little devil flapped his wings, "I will stab them in the eye with a stinger and take anything you want out of their skins." ”

"Maybe not. ”

"Huh?"

"Asmodeus is following them. The red-robed warlock said.

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"It's the first time I've seen so many shapeshifters. Gülen said. Shapeshifters can transform into any humanoid creature they have ever seen, and can read people's minds, acting as an evil creature. They're the ones that make the most of their talents—they're able to open doors that even the most dexterous thieves can't, and they're also able to easily kill an experienced and skilled adventurer, and the thieves' guild occasionally hires shapeshifters to turn into a specific character. It is used to frame or clear someone's name.

Shapeshifters don't come cheap. And seems to prefer to be alone, Gülen has only seen a shapeshifter at the guild headquarters, who has read the thief's mind and turned into his mentor, startling the thief, so he is impressed by this monster.

"That's the amount that doesn't make it difficult to capture even a city. Carey Ben said.

"You can go out for a while. "Let me ask them what they want to do." “

"We just came looking for food. The shapeshifter, bound by a silver string, said, its voice sounding akin to that of a poor woman or an innocent child: "We were caught before we could do anything." ”

"Really?" said Leona, "what about Abby? and her brother." Polly, you want to tell us that you gave them a few gold coins. Got them out to play, didn't you?"

"Cattle and sheep are food for humans," the shapeshifter said, this time sounding like an unweaned critter bleating, "Humans are our food—it's nature, not a sin." ”

"Ah, maybe you're right. The thief nodded, then he shrugged, "But we don't want to discuss philosophy with you. He drew his adamantite dagger, "We just want to know what you're gathered here for—of course, I want the real answer." ”

They got the real answer before the midday sun came—the village chief, and Polly's mother, who had hoped to be on the sidelines, thought it would be a great pleasure to watch how a monster that had devoured their children was tortured, but the truth was that they didn't last long. Not long enough to make a cup of hot tea, and as they staggered out of the room, they would even look at the Elven Ranger in fear, as if they didn't understand why they would make such a demonic human their companion.

Leona and Memmy were asked to leave the room, and the elves Kerry and Baldwin frowned the whole time, they didn't like torture and humiliation, even against a monster, but they knew that they wouldn't be able to get any reliable information from the mouth of an evil creature like a shapeshifter - and even then, the shapeshifters were constantly lying, knowing that they would not escape death, and that they would never meet the demands of their enemies.

Finally, it was Kerry who ended the dreaded and necessary game: "I've guessed," he said, "and we'll just have to prove it." ”

"Are you sure?" the thief asked. After receiving confirmation from the Elven Ranger, he stabbed a dagger into the shapeshifter's throat.

They did one thing before they started - and that was to tell the villagers how the goblins had stolen all their sheep overnight - The elves walked around in the not-so-clean sheepfold, and after finding a place, they asked the villagers to dig down, and after a while the villagers found that the soil was exceptionally soft, and they dug down, and soon found a narrow tunnel, which was impassable to humans but capable of goblins, and they dug in from outside the village, and made a hole in each sheepfold, and in this way silently stole all the villagers' sheep one by one. A few of the villagers had dogs, but when they saw the cave, they understood why the dogs had been taken away without a word. When they looked down suspiciously to sniff the sudden pit and scream, the goblin claws grabbed them by the neck and dragged them into the tunnel.

The goblins had re-sealed the tunnel after stealing the sheep, presumably the light of the last remaining wisdom in those little brains - the villagers had no idea that they could do so, so that this clumsy method has not been exposed until today.

"In the future, if you put stones in the sheepfold and cover it with dirt, you don't have to worry about the goblins stealing the sheep. The well-informed Elven Ranger said, "In addition, it is better to build the sheepfold with stones." ”

"Do you need any other help?" asked one of the villagers, who could see that he was trying to resist the urge to yawn, and they had not been able to sleep well for two nights.

"No," Kerry said, "we're just going to check the crypt again to see if there are any goblins who have escaped or are hiding." ”

The thief blinked to the side.

It was also a difficult question for Leona, Baldwin, and Mamey—until they saw what Kerry had shown them to see—an area about a hundred feet long and wide, overgrown with red and white mushrooms.

This area is located underneath the entire termite nest, next to a moist underground waterway, with plenty of water and a dayless environment that allows these mushrooms to grow well. Clusters next to each other, their shapes are very strange, the parts that just emerge from the dirt look like gray-white baby fists, the larger ones look like the eggs or pupae of an insect, the larger ones can be seen to look like a slightly curled hand, and the final mature bacteria are like a red-white octopus, its tentacles stretch out in all directions, showing a hideous beauty.

"Bottomless...... The abyss is below!" Glenn struggled to make a sound, he knew why the elf had concealed it from the villagers—"Devil's fingers!" he cried, "These are devil's fingers, right?

Leona took a deep breath, "These devil fingers," she said, "can buy the entire royal capital!"

Mei Mi licked her lips lightly and moved her toes, she had also heard of this precious spell casting material, she didn't want a lot, just a bag......

"Burn them. Kerry Ben said to Cremar. (To be continued......)