After enlisting the help of the Dwarven Priest to cleanse the Ghost Zombies and clean up the carving room, the three of Thomas spent a few days exploring the old mine in general. Suppressing the rumors of hauntings has reassured the dwarves a lot.

On the other hand, Kulgar has also basically completed the exploration in the tunnel on the west side. A few low-ring spells were added to the Drow Assassins, and the demonic zombies and the zombies they created made the Neverwinter Gang and the Dead Rat Gang cry for their mothers.

The thieves' killer moves are of little use against the undead, and the ratsmen's usual rapier is a joke against zombies. Therefore, the warrior classes that often face the undead, plants, constructs, and mud monsters—that is, warriors, barbarians, paladins, and rangers—can't bear to look directly at the frontal combat power of the thieves.

It is true that some powerful magical equipment and spells allow them to find the weak points of their enemies and break them apart. However, it is often the Church of the God of Murder or the God of Thieves, or the large thieves' guilds like the Shadow Thief, Simon City Flame Dagger, and Shadow Mask.

The Drow Assassin was recognized by the Church of the God of Thieves and transformed into a Shadow King Assassin after going through many trials before the Magical Plague. So in his opinion, whether these wastes come from Neverwinter or Luskan, they are actually no different.

To his displeasure, among the thieves from Neverwinter were a white-haired orc and a human, whose complexion had turned pale, his pupils black and pupilless, his piercings and tattoos from the magical rituals of the Netherworld, and the hazy spillover shadows around them, all of which indicated that they had been transformed by the Netherel and fused themselves with the energy of the Shadow Realm.

Over the centuries of the Plague of Magic, the Shadow King Assassins have withered, and Netherel's ghost spies have gained fame. If it's just like that, even this kind of minion is delusional trying to obtain the power of shadows, which really makes him very uncomfortable!

In the tunnel on the west side of the canyon, the stone door to Kurgal's room was half-hidden, and Drow stood in front of it at will.

"Didn't you go to the tunnels in the eastern wall to reconnoitre?" he glanced at the rats from Luskan as they groveled and squeezed out a smile of flattery and awe, and most of the thieves in Neverwinter looked timid.

Only the white-haired orc who is the leader and the other human who has been demonized by the shadow are neither arrogant nor inferior.

The Drow Assassin's pupils contracted suddenly, but luckily no one could see them because of his sunglasses.

He estimated that he could easily slaughter all the others, but the first two were quite tricky. In particular, the shadow demonized orc, who was actually an orthodox assassin - the kind that killed all the witnesses when he was found in an assassination attempt.

"The dwarves on either side are heavily guarded at the mouth of the tunnel," the orc said, "even the tunnels that are about to be dug and clogged are being watched. Except for the two of us, who were able to rely on the shadows to shroud the past, no one else could find cover to hide. ”

Because he could hide in the shadows in the absence of sunlight, the Drow Assassin didn't care, but the half-orc could still move silently in heavy armor, so he really had to look at it differently.

"So we thought, Is there anything we can do to get us to do the job?" the thieves let out a lewd laugh. Together with the Leader, they assisted Neverwinter in his fight against the inaugurated Master of the Arcane Brotherhood's North Tower. Therefore, there is not much respect for either the Arcane Brotherhood or the female mage.

"Even Valinda Shadowmantle died at our hands, what is she worth?"

The Drow Assassin sneered, "That elven lich is already half-crazy, and she isn't! What is the combat power of a spellcaster to lose his cool?, and even if it were me, it wouldn't be a problem to pinch you rats to death." ”

"Schalke, don't talk like that. The female mage's voice came just right: "The Dead Rat Gang is still around." ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean you. As if just remembered, Drow smiled apologetically at the rat men of the Dead Rat Gang, and turned to the human thieves again: "Correct, you're not even a mouse, you're just a dog." ”

"Bring them in, my spell will be over in no time. ”

When the thieves entered the room, they saw the mage half-leaning on the stone bed half-leaning on the stone bed, closing her eyes, not taking them seriously.

Kurgal is manipulating the Eye to move, an invisible magic eye that floats in the air and passes through small holes. She gave herself the magic to see through darkness and invisibility, so she could allow it to sneak into areas that the dwarves were heavily guarded.

Whether it's the place where Prico Hammerstone doesn't let her go at the moment, or the territory of the dwarves in the east, you can see it all at a glance. - Except for not being able to open doors and touch mechanisms.

The Neverwinter thieves dared not speak out of their anger at her indifference, and the rats who had taught her in Luskan did not hesitate to kneel on their knees. If it weren't for Kurgal's disgust with the foul sewers and possible contagions on the nezumi, the rats would not have hesitated to kneel down and lick her shoes.

The female mage's energy was mainly on the Dharma Eye, and at the same time she said with two minds: "You waste, let you come to find the black ice and can't find it, the zombies can't be defeated, and the terrain has to be seen by me personally, I really don't know what the point is to ask you?"

"Master, it's not that we're useless, it's that the task is too difficult. Although the other party didn't open his eyes, the rat man still turned into a human form and had a sycophant face: "Ordinary zombies can be dealt with with with a weapon, but that ...... If you weren't there, we'd all be dead there. And according to some rats, there was a big cat in the mountains recently, which is very scary!"

The Neverwinter gangsters couldn't help but smile contemptuously, and Kull couldn't help but shake his head: "Big cat?"

"Yes, they say there is a big cat, but I don't know if it's a tiger, a saber-toothed tiger, a leopard, a snow leopard, or a ......."

It may be because of the relationship between natural enemies, in order to know themselves and their opponents, rats have worked hard to learn cat-related knowledge.

The female mage closed her eyes and laughed softly: "Anyway, for you, it's good not to be a tiger person." ”

Unlike the violent and ferocious rat and werewolf, the tiger man basically takes a respectful attitude towards ordinary people like big cats, but in fact, it is not a threat to normal people, and the rat man is ......

Kurgal came here to make the dwarves of the eastern and western armies equal, so that the fishermen could benefit. Similarly, the Neverwinter Gangs are slightly stronger than the Dead Rat Gang, so the balance of the game needs to be maintained.

Having made up his mind, Kurgal waited until the spell's effectiveness was exhausted, then opened his eyes and jumped off the stone bed:

"There's a song of rat people in my hometown......"

"Mice are afraid of cats, that's a rumor. A kitten, what's so scary? Raise the guts of a rat and knock the cat over. Rumors through the ages, overturned today!"

"Cats are no big deal. I'll help you get into the eastern dwarves, and walk by yourself, maybe I'll meet the cat and get rid of it for you, but if you don't, you'll have to do it yourself. ”

Commanding the Neverwinter thieves and rat people to line up, she cast an area of invisibility on them. When the spell is cast, people within 3 meters of the recipient will be invisible, and it is said that it is most suitable to line up in a spherical shape, but the terrain of the pit does not allow it.

People inside a ball can see each other, but people on the periphery can't see each other. And the invisible person will be visible as long as he is out of range, and on the contrary, the person who comes in after casting the spell will not be invisible, which can be said to be quite restrictive, but it is suitable for sneaking in.

Otherwise, it would be hilarious to shroud the guards in and see the infiltrators, or one guard to see another guard suddenly invisible and reappear!

Kurgal picks eight thieves from Neverwinter and two nezumi to cast invisibility. By this time, it was already dark, and the Drow Assassin and the other two Shadow Demons turned into a puff of smoke and silently passed the dwarves.

She applied invisibility to herself alone, then activated the ring's special ability, completely canceled out the sounds around her, and swaggered into the east dwarf tunnel.

The effect of silence quickly faded, but she had already rushed into the depths. The Drow Assassin had opened the door to the poet's room for her with great skill and skill, and Kull rubbed sideways inside.

To facilitate her movements, she turns herself into a dwarf. Not only does it avoid encountering head-to-head in the longitudinal direction, but it also allows it to squeeze through some gaps that would normally be stuck in the horizon.

The poet did not seem to be aware of her arrival, and was hunched down on the table as he pondered what was written.

Through invisibility, Kuhl slipped to the table and stood on tiptoe to look, clearly a love poem describing the pain of lovesickness, and the quality was okay.

There is no doubt that there is only one woman who can receive it, and Zorgar was moved, and he took a few steps back, and his figure flew up!

Although her original weight would have pounced the poet on her heel, she was fine now. Kurgal hung on the poet Ewell, kissed him with a "poof", and said with a smile: "My dear, I am coming!"

"What are you writing about?" she asked with a wicked smile.

The poet blushed and hurriedly put it away: "No, nothing!"

"Ahem," he coughed a few times to show his composure, "I've already spoken to Stoke Silverstream, and he told me a very skillful thing, so he revealed the secret to me: most of the black ice in the old pits has been excavated, and there are still some in the new pits, but none of them matter. ”

His hand rested under her buttocks, caressing it intentionally or unconsciously, and the heat gradually passed into her.

Kurgal held up a hand, sparks sizzling from it, warning him not to go too far, or he would claw down!

"Why doesn't it matter?" asked Kurgal, falling to the ground.

The poet Zhengse said: "Actually, those are just the leakage of the main mine of black ice!"

"W-What?"

"The real black ice mines are actually in the ruins of a valley. Although they don't have much of a record, it is said that the craftsmanship is distinctly dwarven, and it is unclear why no one has ever discovered it. ”

The little hand of the female mage suddenly exerted force, and she tightly grasped the poet's next door: "Very good, I'll go right away—how to go?"

"From the northwest tunnel there is a fissure that is said to be followed to reach the valley. ”

Kurgal nodded, his expression suddenly twisted: "He...... I mean, where are the dwarves and their two little friends?"

"I guess I went there first, maybe you just happened to run into it, maybe. The poet smiled heartily.

"Hmph, if you dare to thwart me, I'll kill them all!"

She went out of the room, closed the door, straightened her clothes and loose hair, and said to the shadows, "I forgot to ask you, where are those thieves?"

"The newly dug pit on the northwest side, it seems to be a revenge hunt. The Drow Assassin appeared and replied respectfully.

“...... Oh no!" Kurgal thought of the question, and Schalke looked at her suspiciously.

"Damn, he killed Starmet's brother, and he will definitely get revenge...... But it's only been delayed for more than ten minutes, so it should still be able to catch up?"

"Let's go, we must catch up in time!"

Looking at the female mage who was running away, the Drow assassin whispered helplessly, "You haven't been invisible yet......

Through the stone door, the muscles on the poet Ewell's face twitched a few times, but in the end he did not curse.

"I should be able to dispose of it in time, after all, I even showed them the way. ”