"Speaking of hauntings and disappearances," Thomas began, "one day when I was a kid, my parents were out and I was home alone watching a movie. I forgot the previous plot, maybe I was too young to remember it or I just started watching it in the middle. ”

"They found that there was a passage under the house, and there lived a group of ...... who had lost their vision because they had lived underground for a long time."

The dwarf interjected, "Isn't that a stone-blind barbarian?"

Thomaston, who had just started the beginning and was still thinking about how to describe the atmosphere, was choked: "Well, maybe it's an evil elf from the fairy wilderness or a mutated monster twisted by a distant land......"

The dwarf's personality is that he glared at his big daddy and went over recklessly, "Eat me with an axe!", and the dwarf has no heart and believes in Scientology, "There is nothing that can't be done with a pack of gunpowder", neither of them is Cthulhu's terrifying audience.

Glancing at the silent dwarves, he decided to make it clear: "In all kinds of stories, dwarves dig all kinds of terrifying things out of the ground. You and the young dwarves are too impatient. I still think it's up to Minay and Stoke Silverstream......"

The dwarf sneered disdainfully, "So I've always been confused, you are not as ambitious as those elders, who pursue what you want without regard for your own safety, but like my people, you value the past and tradition as much as my people. That's all well and good, but don't forget what you said – there's something called justice...... Strength is not the most important thing, but it is necessary to achieve one's goals. ”

The dwarf's gaze is sincere, and it can be seen that it comes from the heart. Thomas sighed and gently turned his face away.

"I want the power too, but this ...... It's too dangerous. ”

"There's not enough return without risk!" I can tell that you haven't made progress in a long time. I don't know why you're not. But even if you suddenly figure it out and start to move forward like a normal person, it will be too late! Mina, the female mage, the dark elf, me—even the little white-faced poet, not to mention his lip work, just hard work, I'm afraid he can shake you alive with just one pluck of the strings! It's not easy for you to survive until now. But fighting spirit and tactics are only auxiliary after all, and what is the basis is its own combat effectiveness!"

Thomas and the gnomes were accustomed to the sudden astonishment of the dwarves who were silent and silent, but this time his words were too sharp, turning the otherwise cheerful air around them as cold as outside.

In fact, "experience points" do not exist like "centrifugal force", it is just a sign that Cortana uses to measure his progress. What really blossoms and bears fruit is always my own learning, training, thinking and practice.

Thomas knew that the dwarves were thinking about themselves, so he scolded them like this. It's just that people who can't even find their own survival goals can be aroused by others to live a passion for life?

Seeing his expression, the dwarf wanted to punch him in the face, but unfortunately he was not tall enough, and the dwarf was beating his eyes wildly on the side.

"But if we're looking for black ice, why do we want to come to the old veins here? This used to be an iron ore, maybe a little gold and silver. The dwarf asked, somewhat confused.

"First of all, we must ensure the safety around the base, find the hauntings that the dwarves say, and eliminate the worries. Actually, I think the main reason is...... Because it's near!" Thomas said.

The dwarf nodded: "Actually, some people say that black ice has also been found in old mines and in the wild. ”

"You mean that black ice may not be a naturally occurring mineral?"

The dwarf nodded silently.

The trio walked through one fork in the road after another along the sprawling tunnels, where the dwarves lived underground for many years and could sense depth, and Cortana reliably described all the maps she walked, so she didn't have to worry about getting lost.

Suddenly, Thomas sniffed: "There is a familiar stench of corpses, like skeletons and zombies." ”

The dwarf didn't say a word, holding his shield and assuming a defensive stance. Thomas casts a light trick on the arrow, shooting it at the place where the movement of the rope is heard in the distance.

The arrows hit the stone wall, "dinging" and splashing sparks, and the trick on them lit up the surroundings like light bulbs.

Several dwarven zombies were alarmed by them, weakly stretched out their claws, and staggered along.

Thomas had already figured out the special arrows used to deal with skeletons and zombies and placed them in his left hand with the bow, and when he saw that it was a zombie, he pulled out the tongue arrow with his right hand and placed it on the bowstring, and the fingers of his left hand easily opened and threw the hard-headed arrow on the ground.

The tongue arrow's cousin on Earth is known as the Decapitation Arrow or Anger Arrow, and is mainly used to cause the rapid death of its prey. And in adventure it can also be used to cut ropes or pimps, as well as to deal with zombies.

The arrow was fired, and three blades popped out, slicing away the zombie's carrion like a sword.

Although not as expensive as the special arrows used for sniping, these special arrows are still quite more expensive than regular arrows, but luckily the dwarves helped build a large number of them.

Thomas's arrows brought down one zombie after another.

Finally, one broke through to get close enough to the dwarf and sped up to pounce on him. Dwarves and Thomas don't know how many zombies they've killed, and how many they've seen their comrades transformed into undead. Therefore, the dwarf's heart did not fluctuate, and the shield that had been prepared for a long time easily intercepted the zombie's attack, and slashed it with an axe in his right hand.

Thomas looked at the zombies crowded in front of the dwarf, his hands kept shooting arrows, and he wondered:

If you don't see a fireball or a poisonous cloud flying for a long time, is it an ownerless zombie?

Most zombies are created by evil necromancy and will follow orders to act as shields or kill living creatures. In some places where negative energy is concentrated, corpses will also be transformed into zombies, blindly attacking living creatures.

There doesn't seem to be a necromancer or evil priest around, it looks like the latter.

After a while, the two of them put down all the zombies. When the dwarves were beheading one by one, the dwarf also appeared from the shadows and black mist, and wondered, "Could it be that the gap between here and the negative energy plane is relatively weak?"

"It shouldn't be. Even if it is a dwarven miner, due to the strength of long-term mining and iron-fighting, as well as the sophisticated equipment of the dwarves, they should have a greater advantage over zombies, how can it be as contagious as Resident Evil?"

Thomas flipped over the dwarf, but there was nothing of value.

The three of them walked forward for a while, hearing the sound of biting something. The dwarf rushed forward with the torch on his back.

Thomas watched as a large bat feasted on the half-remaining dwarven zombie, its claws glowing like daggers and white scales reflecting like mirrors.

"Why doesn't it hibernate?" the apparently cooler temperature around him made him suddenly realize the problem: "Oh no! This is ......"

The disturbed bat took a deep breath and spewed a powerful burst of freezing air at the trio. This bat is no bigger than a cat, and the cold air it emits can reach a cone with a radius of ten meters, if not the tunnel is too small.

The front half of the dwarf was frozen with a layer of ice on the spot, and Thomas used his cloak to block his face and pounced forward, relying on the protective energy of the cloak to not be frozen into an iceman, but there was also a thick layer of ice on his body.

"Half, half, half, white, white, dragon, bat, bat, bat, bat,......," he said with a shudder.

Seeing that the prey was not dead, the bat fiercely pounced on the dwarf who was struggling to break through the ice. Thomas held back the tremors and shot it down.

The bow and string can continue to be elastic at such low temperatures.

Taking advantage of the numbness of the cold, Thomas and the dwarves struggled to tear off the frozen ice and rotten flesh from their bodies. Thomas first took out the "Dawn Blessing", which restores energy every day, and used it until there was one shot left. In order to hang his life in a critical situation, he left it unused.

The gnomes were then supplemented with a wand of rejuvenation made by the druids, and the torn off parts of the dwarves healed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Adventurers are not easy to trade with druids, so they generally use wands made by the church to heal minor injuries, which are relatively less cost-effective.

"Even bats, dragons are terrible creatures!" the dwarf said with a laugh.

"As the so-called dragon nature is promiscuous, anything can be hybridized. And even plants and slimes?" Thomas paused, saying, "No less than the murder god of the year!"

"The God of Murder?"

"It is said that during the turbulent period of that year, the three gods of death were punished to the mortal world for stealing the fate tablet of Lord AO. The other two and the affected gods are all busy with business, and only our murder god is making children. ”

Thomas exudes a look of nostalgia: "This creation, from man to drow, from giant to dragon...... Even goblins and rabbits! all murder gods!"

"That's how a husband should be. He concluded.

Gnomes and dwarves peer at each other.

In the depths of Kulgal's consciousness, Aberdale suddenly felt a pang of unease.