The Dragon and Beauty Tavern is the largest and most appropriate hotel in Waterdeep. With clean beds, comfortable service, and the best of security, it has to do with its unique location, the Dragon and the Beauty is the tavern closest to the temple area, and the occasional visiting paladin will come here for a drink.

So unlike most taverns filled with drunken sailors, rude mercenaries, strapped adventurers, and travelers, this is favored by merchants from all over the world who can negotiate business without fear of being targeted by bad things. Sometimes, minor nobles and high-ranking adventurers also settle here.

Lem, the bartender here, is a very unkind looking man, with a scar that almost tears off half of his face, and these scars with obvious traces of acid spells indicate a thrilling battle. When several extraordinary guests entered the tavern, the well-informed old man just raised his eyes, and then lowered his head and continued to wipe the wine glass in his hand.

"Please take us to Moore's room! Give me some more beer, grilled fish, and local fruits......" A slender woman with a hood said to Lem in a low voice, and she hesitated for a moment to continue: "Open us two more rooms and prepare a bucket of hot water, thank you." ”

"Is it Moore, a fur merchant?" The old bartender stared at her with cloudy eyes for a moment, and then said slowly.

"No, it's Moore, the spice merchant!" The hooded woman pondered for a moment and affirmed.

There are no very large forests near Waterdeep, and there are no high-quality furs here, so what kind of fur merchants would come here to do business? Merchants who buy high-quality leather goods in the Northland, even if they pass through Waterdeep, will live in the port area nearby.

The room of the 'spice merchant' Moore is very hidden, but the field of vision is very wide, and there is a faint shadow behind the hooded woman. After observing the surroundings covertly for a while, and making a gesture to indicate that nothing was unusual, the group stepped into the somewhat small room.

It's a team of adventurers.

That's right, he has found the clay tablet of fate, rescued the goddess Woking, and thwarted the evil plans of the children of Baal. Bane, the god of tyranny, has a decisive impact on the history of the continent of Faeron, and is hidden behind the veil of historical mystery - a group of adventurers. They always get all kinds of help for all sorts of reasons, and then do feats that are not strange no matter what.

This includes, but is not limited to, slaying gods, ascending gods, and rescuing a god from the Demon Monarch of the Abyss......

They are the natural enemies of the dragons and the nemesis of evil. It is the saboteur of the conspiracy, and of course the weapon that some people can use in the eyes, in fact, whenever there is a fierce conflict of interest in a region, there will be such a lucky group of adventurers, who accept some inexplicable commission and then get involved in a huge conspiracy.

For example......, now!

"The Bloody Hand is a very mysterious man. There isn't a lot of news about him, and most of it is some sensational rumors. Moore was a little gloomy and untalkative, and he didn't look like a businessman but a wanderer, and he didn't seem to care about exposing that.

"But we know that he was a terrible man. He has excellent swordsmanship. We found only a very small wound on the body of the skinner, penetrating the heart from under his armpit. ”

"From the armpits? That's not easy! ”

"It wasn't easy, especially since later we found his weapon......"

The hooded woman began to be a little curious, she leaned forward slightly, and whispered, "What is it?" Surprised you so much? ”

"It was a long, narrow leaf, two feet five inches long and two inches wide, the leaves of a palm tree, and with the early morning dewdrops. The Aether Plane tells us that this thing pierced the heart of a 200-pound dick. The prophet said that the guy didn't even have time to resist before he felt the new companion in his heart. ”

"It sounds, like picking something on the side of the road." The woman's voice was unusually solemn.

"That was not a good thing, for the skinner wailed for a long time, and every beat of his heart brought him immeasurable pain. In fact, there is such a palm tree in the home of the skinner, and we find him below. Moore took a sip of the black tea in front of him and said a little nervously.

But that doesn't prove anything? Skinners don't sound like a good person's name. The woman shook her head.

"Yes, that's a bastard who likes to skin people, but the bloody hand ......" Mul paused for a moment, and said in a somewhat dry voice, "a man who can bring fear!" ”

"Not long after, a professional made a message for us. You've heard his name before, and I watched him disappear into thin air under that palm tree, and never saw him reappear. In the shadows, everywhere you can think of, the wanderers who try to get to the slums end up disappearing there. ”

"The shadows have not blessed them, and the veil that used to hide their bodies has become a dagger against their throats, and if I could, I would rather never see them again." There was a lingering fear in Moore's eyes.

"If you want to hire us, you should provide more detailed information." The woman in the hood was unmoved, emphasized.

Moore spread out his hands, buried his face deep in them, and raised his head again with a half-sound: "The best wanderers, able to harness the power of shadows, they can jump in the shadows, lurk in the brightest light, their daggers are as nimble as their fingers. But there, the shadows become the abyss that swallows them, their silent lurking, low-key death......"

"The man, like a ghost, came behind the most alert wanderers, where they were hiding, taking their lives, and someone died silently, in the most remote and unexpected corners......"

"I've heard of it!" The woman giggled, "There was an old woman who found a dead body in her kettle, and she had to smash the little kettle to get that horrible thing out." ”

"That's the best thief here, he can penetrate the smallest crevices and infiltrate the most heavily guarded fortresses!" Moore's voice was annoyed.

"Sorry! I didn't know you were his friend. The woman stopped laughing and apologized: "We have heard a lot about this kind of thing here, those corpses, some are in tree trunks, some are underground, and more are hidden in some hidden corners. What did the prophetic mages find? Didn't you hire a pastor? ”

"The prophecy had no worthy result, they were there, and then died, as it happened naturally, as the god of death favored them......"

"That's it! We took on the task. But we can give it up at any time, that's my condition, and we still need to talk about the remuneration ......"

Brimstone, flames, and hideous ogres and goblins, twisted, glowing, heavy, piercing steel, sharp cones and angular spikes, blazing steel spikes protruding from any unexpected angle and position.

It's not hell, but it's like hell.

The underground space is getting bigger and bigger under the expansion of the kobolds, and the delicate mechanical pillars make this place impregnable, which is not something that the kobolds with only 5 intelligence can do, they may be able to dig a solid cave, but they will never be able to dig a real city underground. Only civilization can create such miracles.

Mage, or priest.

Of course, it could also be a goblin engineer.

These evil and chaotic little things, mud-like existences, work a miracle! Every day, tens of thousands of blue glowing ice poisons are sent to the goblins, and even become the currency that circulates among them. None of the goblins could refuse this magical potion, they longed for it, their hearts screamed wildly for it.

Let the addiction gradually dominate their consciousness, and these longing feelings are more determined and tenacious than faith, more than reproduction, more than survival, and even more tenacious than the ego, and even dominate the personality and ego of these little things.

Day by day, there are more and more heartbreakers who lose themselves and chase the ice poison like walking corpses, but on the basis of the huge base of goblins, the number of people who have replenished can easily make up for this gap, and the number of demon addicts who stay awake is also increasing, and the number even exceeds that of the heartless.

Goblins injected with ice poison become more and more paranoid and insane, and the demon addiction is constantly trying to dominate their consciousness and make them smarter and smarter.

In the abyss beneath Waterdeep City, more than 5,000 goblins have built a huge underground complex underneath, building a large laboratory for Chen Ang. (To be continued......)