The turbulent period is what scholars call the four or five months of the shadow year about 130 years ago, when the gods were deprived of their divine power by the gods AO and went to the countryside to observe the people's feelings. Although it was not as serious as the situation during the later magic plague, there were still many gods who fell, causing some impact.

And then the magic plague, whether it is biology, geography, magic, or even time and space, it is disrupted. In particular, there was overlap and exchange between Torrell and a large number of areas of the Apol world that ran parallel to it.

Thomas believed that the most serious thing was the severance of communication between Ferron and the New World, which had existed hundreds of years ago since the time of Bodean, the founder of Baldur's Gate, and affected the import of a large number of spices and crops.

In recent years, the merchant ships of Neverwinter have finally established trade relations with a continent ruled by dragons. It's just that the cat left her home, where is it? She didn't go back to Cat City, and she couldn't go back to Aztec.

Will she be like those cats on Earth, who will die quietly without knowing where she left her?

Thomas still doesn't know.

The pit tunnels went about five or six kilometers deep into the mountains and underground, but they went around for twenty or thirty miles. Although they were adventurers, all three were physically fit and did not feel tired at all. Boredomed, he asked Cortana to play music directly in his auditory nerves while he was cranky.

"Strange," said Thomas, "is said to be very well insulated, but why is it getting colder the more you go in?"

"This cold...... It's not the cold of nature, it's from the marrow of the bone and the depths of the soul!" As soon as the dwarf spoke, the familiar "babbling" cry of zombies could be heard in the distance.

Thomas shot an arrow casually, but heard the muffled sound of piercing the carrion, and the dense zombies huddled together in the narrow tunnel, slowly moving around.

"You dwarves have a lot of people. The dwarf said with a grin.

Accompanied by arrows, the dwarf rushed up to cut down a zombie, and suddenly exclaimed, "It's so cold!"

As if there was an energy vacuum in the zombie horde, Thomas felt the heat in his body being sucked out of his pores and flowing forward.

"Someone plotting against us?" he stared intently, the reflection of frost in the zombie pile flashing under the glow of the eternal torch.

"There are ...... with ice on their bodies. Zombies?" shouted Thomas. He shot arrows with a bow, but unfortunately other zombies and dwarves blocked the path, and it took several arrows to get away with it, but he was blocked by the thick ice armor on the zombie's body.

The gnome hurriedly replied, "Ice monsters may be afraid of fire, I'll try it with fireballs, Sloring, you two stand back!"

Thomas slammed against the wall and swooped over the gnome's head, and the dwarf swung his weapon and retreated to a safe distance in a defensive stance.

"Anda-menarik-energi-dari-pesawat-bayangan-untuk-melemparkan-Illusion-versi-kebangkitan-mantra, fake can be true!" He didn't care about hiding his tricks, and directly performed the stunt that the dwarf clan was proud of.

Without the need for bat droppings and sulfur to cast spells normally, the gray energy of the Fallen Shadow Underworld gathers into the hands of the gnomes. It looks like the gray-black ink-colored airflow has turned into bright orange-yellow balls.

Unleashing a fireball in such a small alley is like fighting a bayonet with artillery. Even as Thomas lay down and put his cloak on his face, he felt the heat blowing through his body.

The zombie's carrion crackled and burned, emitting a burnt stench of protein.

This is a wonderful ability that only a few of the best can control among the dwarfs who are good at illusion. This type of spell can channel the energy of the shadow world into the main material plane, shaping it into something semi-real. And some of the illusions created by the gnomes are more real than the real.

Although the arcanists of Netherworld clung to the thighs of the Goddess of Darkness, Netheriel's education system was too problematic. They are only recklessly using powerful mana, and they can't compete with the gnomes in terms of manipulating the shadow energy.

It is said that the current Shadow Sculpture Energy and Shadow Spell of the human race were developed by the Lord of the Netherworld City with the Nether Scroll. However, his qualifications are mediocre, and he is nothing in front of his master. And one of the gnomes took a look at the Elves when they made the Nether Scrolls into a golden tree.

It's all right now!

"I guess it's seriously injured and not dead!" Thomas had just stood up when he saw the flames disperse and a figure stood in the smoke.

The zombie clad in ice crystals grinned and took a deep, intoxicated breath. The nearest dwarf was cold again, and even the surrounding flames were instantly extinguished, and all the heat was absorbed by the monster.

Thomas aimed at the gap in the ice crystals on the enemy's body, but was easily blocked by it.

"What kind of monster is this?" he asked, the gnome shaking his head blankly.

The zombie-looking monster rushed to the dwarf and smashed it down with one palm. The dwarf raised his shield to block in disbelief, and with a loud "dang" sound, the middle door was blown open.

The monster's other palm slapped the weak spot of the dwarf's armor, and there was another muffled sound. A dark energy swept away the heat from the dwarf's body.

The dwarves were shocked, knowing that something was wrong. At this critical juncture, it only aroused his anger and courage, so that the dwarves did not advance but retreated.

The dwarves simply threw away their shields and carried the heavy axe diagonally on their shoulders to facilitate their power - that is, dwarves who are used to fighting in the tunnels can do this, humans are too tall, and they will touch the wall if they learn.

His eyes were bloodshot, his muscles were swollen, and he squeezed his armor with a "flute"!

Decades of honed martial arts allowed him to instantly read the defensive voids of the monster ice armor!

Years of combat experience and concentration allow him to catch this flaw!

"Force!Skill!Heart!"

The dwarf uses all the elements to the extreme, and the axe is slashed, and the monster is disemboweled.

The monster zombie sneered disdainfully, and the wound healed quickly under the action of cold energy. It took another deep breath, and the dwarf's body suddenly cooled again, and the absorbed life energy once again intensified the monster's healing.

"Run!" Thomas shouted, and the dwarf was hit by a monster with a palm, and the momentum just now disappeared instantly, and he ran to Thomas's side with a crawl.

Living people have physical limitations, undead creatures don't. Running straight away is sure you'll be caught up, so the gnome casts a spell that simulates a wall of ice to stall for time.

The layers of ice walls instantly blocked the tunnel, and the sound of monsters smashing on the opposite side was immediately heard.

"It seems that this is the murderer who created the zombies, and if it takes away all the heat, it will become a zombie?" the dwarf reasoned based on what had just happened.

"It seems that this is the Demon Zombie, and it is really difficult to deal with. ”

"No, I always feel like I haven't heard of how powerful the Demon Zombie is. ”

The three of them thought about countermeasures as they ran.

"We're short of priests!" said the gnome.

"It's easy to fight with a priest, and even if you don't overdo it, you can use protective spells to help us and heal. ”

Suddenly, the dwarf stopped and looked at him with a ** look: "Dad?"

Thomas, with a sense of foreboding: "What do you want to do!"

"Hey, hey, hey......" The dwarf rubbed his hands and said, "There isn't much healing in wartime, but we have rangers for spells that resist cold energy damage." As long as you give Slorin one, he can be firmly in front of him and turn the balance of victory and defeat, right?"

"Let the ranger use the buff spell, do you still have a conscience!"

As soon as the Demon Zombie smashed through the ice wall, he noticed that the dwarf was arrogantly blocking his eyes. In a real fight, the monster's flesh finally ran out of dwarven heavy axes and bows and arrows after losing its freezing.

"The two of us can't get close. The gnome and Thomas stood far away and said, "It will absorb the heat from our bodies and come back to life." You find a room and plug it in and lock it up. ”

"So the room I just passed by, and the sign is the carving collection room of the king of the Mithril Hall back then, where did I leave it?"

"Okay, then let's go back to some priests and get rid of it once and for all. ”

As the dwarf pulled open the stone door with all his might, turned around and dragged the monster into the collection room at any moment, a voice suddenly exploded behind him: "Who dares to bring something blasphemous here?"

The dwarf turned his head to see that there were only statues of the ancestors of the Mithril Hall in the room, and he turned back again.

With a "bump", his head was rammed by a heavy object. The dwarf was furious, picked up his heavy axe, and glared angrily.

A large dwarf statue was looking at him with a stone axe.

The dwarf picked up his axe and wanted to scare him.

"No!" Thomas remembered what someone had once said:

There is a legend among the dwarves that the heroic spirits of the ancestors went to the kingdom of God to worship the main god of the dwarves, the great soul forger, Moradin. But when the children and grandchildren are in crisis, they will descend on the statues that are carefully carved and worshipped to defend the community.

She specifically pointed out: As a visitor from the other world, using spells to transform into a dwarf ancestral spirit can be said to be the strongest means of defense!

Because this thing is so hard, the demon zombie that has just been so hard that it is soft as tofu in front of it.

"I am Bunge, the warrior of the Warhammer Tribe. The statue said, "What do you want to do with my son's room?"

The dwarf felt the aura of an ancient warrior on him, and immediately changed to a respectful and flattering smile.

"Master Bunge, that's it...... We've defeated this horrible demon zombie, so we want to put it in a room that no one will enter until the priest comes......"

"That's acceptable. But you have to get there as soon as possible afterwards to clean it up. The huge dwarven ancestor spirit noticed that the human was probing his head into the room, and shouted, "What are you looking at, elder, don't try to take treasures that don't belong to you!"

"Unlike you dwarf statues, what is that little statue?"

"Oh......" The dwarven ancestral spirit nodded, he also realized that humans could not enter the room, so he picked up the small statue and placed it in the doorway.

"He said it was a female tiger thief who brought my son a human adopted daughter who was a baby at the time...... one hundred and forty-six years ago."

"This is not the tiger man of the beast people at all, it is the Jaguar people of the Aztec continent!" Thomas gritted his teeth and said: "And it's not a thief, the cage hand, the scarf and the scarf, this is obviously the costume of the ninja from the Karatu continent!"

Damn, Thomas thought, I've heard that there are many portals on the continent of Faeron, and some of them can be teleported to the other world, or even to the past. Could it be that this cat is already at the same time as me?

No, there is hope. She and I have been given immortality magic, and as long as I live, I should be able to wait.

Thomas squeezed a smile and turned to leave.

"Wait!" cried the dwarf, "Lord Bunge, your children and grandchildren are currently facing a crisis of infighting. Let me ask, can you narrow down and walk down the tunnel to the new hall?"