The entrance to the pit is not small, and there are even railroad tracks on the ground. A minecart was parked on the side www.biquge.info was overturned from the railroad tracks, and the preliminarily selected ore was scattered on the ground, and in Claudius's opinion, the stones on the ground shimmered green, "That's a copper mine, right?" "Yellow and red luster" This is iron ore, right? "The pit is quite deep from the mouth of the cave, because it is a world with magic, so the mine does not have a complex support structure like the earth, and with magic, there are only wooden or iron brackets to support the pit in deep places that are disturbed by the magic of the leylines.

Adventurers have an inexpensive magic item that is not expensive to enter the pit - if it is not enough, it is a live target. However, there are also many adventurers who have dark vision, or even more dark vision—at least the halfling thief in Claudius' team can see in the dark, not as good as the dark elves, but at least much stronger than humans. Claudius had his own dark vision and true eye, and for him his senses were plural—he could share all senses, he could "see" the road with his ears and "hear" with his eyes, dragons could do things like bats and rattlesnakes, and he could see the flow of air or heat in the dark......

The red dragon is one of the few adventurers who walk in the front, isn't the barbarian with a kitchen knife used to do this, and several kitchen knife teams escort a thief to the front. The priest and the paladin tried to add a buff to Claudius, but the guy refused, "I think your magic can be used in more useful places, it's just a bone shelf, it's not worth wasting." "Actually, Claudius knew very well that magic was basically useless to him, whether it was a buff or a damage type of magic spell. This guy is wearing chain mail, wearing a pullover inside, and he doesn't wear half-length armor because it's not necessary, in fact, it's not necessary to chain the armor, and the skin of this thing is actually dragon scales, isn't it? But there is no need for this, although many people do know that barbarians have iron cloth shirts, but Claudius does not remember it for a while. This is normal, what can you expect from a red dragon whose own subordinates say that you only have five gold coins and actually believe it...... Maybe Claudius, who is interested in him like fighting or something, is incredibly smart, but in many ways this guy is really naïve and natural.

The chain mail that this guy wears is also valuable, and the gray luster of Mithril is treated, after all, Minerva doesn't want her head to be in the limelight, and she will be famous as a local tyrant when she lands on the mainland. The gray Mithril chain mail looks like a regular steel chain mail, and you can't tell the difference unless you put it on and try it yourself. Due to the limited space in the mine, Claudius held a sword and a half in his hand, and if it was replaced by a great sword and a battle axe, it would be necessary to turn it into a piece of meat with everyone else, and Claudius himself had not yet tried how good his fighting skills were, whether he could perfectly control the weapon in his hand - he was sometimes too lazy to move. Holding the half-sword in his hand, Claudius gently waved the long sword left and right, feeling the center of gravity while trying to control it, and then he found that he was really a martial arts genius, and this thing was immediately proficient in his hand, "Xiao Feng's martial god hangs." Claudius muttered to himself in Chinese.

His dark vision saw moving objects in the cavern ahead, others heard the sound of hard objects hitting the ground, and his eyes saw the faint red glow in the darkness - the flames burning in the hollow skull eye sockets. There are a lot of such flames, and the sound of movement is becoming more and more complex, "Hey, where do these bone racks come from?" Could it be that the owner of this mine is actually an evil devil? Or are the miners here slaves who don't care if they live or die? When you die, find a hole and throw it in? The humanoid red dragon thought as he looked at the skeletons that were gathering in the darkness, and at a cursory glance, the skeletons were more than a hundred.

At this time, other people also saw these skeletons, and the immortal flame was still a very good thing. There were more than a hundred skeletons, but they didn't make the twenty or so adventurers here have any fear. The natural topography of the cave proves that these skeletons can only be sent to death in a queue, and the only thing to worry about is whether there will be skeletons in the caves next to them and behind them, which will lead to everyone being outflanked. As for the strength of the skeletons, the warriors who were destined to stand up to the front here told the paladins that this was not a problem at all. The yellowed bones, half of the skeletons have no weapons, and even if they have weapons, they can only be called rusty iron pieces, these things are combined, all of which show that these skeletons in front of them can't even be regarded as real skeleton soldiers, and they are just bone slag when they reach the sky.

Claudius casually waved his half-sword, he didn't even bother to infuse the power to swing the sword, and in his hand the sword turned into an iron rod, and he smashed the skulls and spines of one skeleton after another with the spine of his sword, which was much more efficient than slashing them with a sword. The same is true for the other warriors in front of them, who are more convenient and less laborious than with their swords and with various blunt objects - for example, the shield in their hands is a very good weapon. These skeletons are so weak that the Paladins and Priests don't need to unleash the magic of banishment to destroy them. Everyone's mood was relaxed, anyway, it was a good thing to destroy more than a hundred skeletons at the beginning, and the adventurers who were a little less disciplined could already go out to claim the reward and declare victory.

Crushing these skeletons was no more strenuous for Claudius than breathing, he just thought it was a little strange, strange was where these skeletons came from - could it be that this place had died so many miners in the past and not been transported home for burial? Do other miners really like to dig up stones in mass graves? As he thought, Claudius continued to smash the skull, but soon, the enemy escalated.

There were new undead in the mines, and though they were all yellow bones, they all had them in their hands—swords, shields, and spears—and the weapons were crude but not rusty. The skeletons with passable weapons were noticeably more agile in their movements, and their strength was stronger than that of the first batch of smashed bones, almost the strength of an average adult. None of this had any effect on Claudius, but it still made his original problem worse - the question of where the skeletons came from. If the first skeletons were dead miners, it would be reasonable, after all, this mine has been mined for hundreds of years, and it is normal for two or three miners to die every year without being shipped out. But skeletons with weapons...... Could it be that a whole squad of soldiers died here? Skeletons don't come out of nowhere...... "That's not right! It can be created out of thin air! As long as there is communication in certain places and a stable channel is formed...... "Claudius is actually very knowledgeable, and the inheritance of the dragon clan is not fake, so it will naturally let him know a lot of dimensional knowledge. There are indeed places where there are countless necromantics, and these things spontaneously arise.

"What the hell did these guys dig up?" The red dragon was a little curious, but he was more interested in what kind of necromancy would appear later, and whether it would be fun.