Two days later, the weather was clear, and the sun was warm on Al's cheeks, and from time to time unknown birdsong sounded in his ears, which was very pleasant.

Al leaned a little lazily on the hillside, his head resting on the grass, squinting and enjoying himself. The old Barton on the side was guarding the side, looking at Al's lazy appearance, and pouted helplessly.

I've been in this camp for two days, and Al dragged it on the pretext that Old Patton wasn't in good health, and if you didn't agree, I was here to spend it, forcing Vane to start gathering information and preparing to go down.

Al looked at the deep cave in the distance with some curiosity, it was no different at first glance, but on closer inspection, there were layers of frost covering the surroundings within a hundred meters, and there was no grass!

You must know that although summer has just passed, the power of the autumn tiger has already been revealed, and the temperature is at least about 35 degrees at noon, and the surrounding trees are sunburned, but the temperature is not felt around the cave at all.

Instead, I saw layers of white gas coming out of the cave from time to time.

At this time, Vane appeared like a ghost, silently nearby.

Al stood up, clapped his hands and clothes, and removed the grass from them.

Vane took out a thick envelope and handed it to Al, "Little master, this is the information I searched."

"Well, that's great," Al said as he flipped through the information.

A hundred years ago, the Hannar family of the river city of Szat discovered the difference. After sending 3 groups of people to check, there was no trace of them, including many first-order professionals. This aroused the curiosity of the patriarch of the Hannar family at that time, this kind of strange environment is very likely to contain rare natural treasures.

At that time, the Hannal family had three silver powerhouses. In order to be safe, the patriarch and another silver powerhouse went to find out, leaving the last silver powerhouse to sit in the family.

Who knew that there would be no trace of this time, as if it had disappeared, and the two silver powerhouses did not even bubble out. It was also since then that the foreshadowing of the decline of the Hannal family was laid.

In order to prevent the situation from being exposed, the last silver powerhouse forcibly killed all those who knew about it after locking it off, and then painstakingly began to train the next generation.

Generally speaking, a family that can control a city must have at least two silver powerhouses in order to gain the approval of the surrounding forces. Otherwise, someone will start to make up their minds, and the people under them will have different intentions.

Time passed, and the last silver powerhouse struggled to support the Hannar family after blockading this place and intelligence, until the end came fifteen years ago, and he died with unwillingness and obsession.

And the two silver powerhouses that were lost back then not only lost the high-end strength of the family, but also lost the key cultivation secret method for cultivating the younger generations of the family, which is also the key to the Hannar family not having a silver powerhouse for so many years.

Some solemnly looked at the information on the envelope, it seems that this place is more dangerous than they thought, so they have to make more preparations, it is really not possible, just retreat, and put their own safety first.

Al solemnly asked Vane, "Is the news reliable?"

"Although this news was told to me by the Lord of Rand City, I have already confirmed it from the side, and there should be no problem with the authenticity." Vane replied.

And the old Barton on the side was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and said obscenely: "Can it be unreliable, after all, it is a family, and his daughter is going to marry Al, so for the happiness of his daughter, he must fully cooperate!"

"You said yes, Al".

Ignoring the old rascal's teasing, he was just curious about the cave. Now that he saw the chill coming out, Al wanted to find out more and more.

Without him, the things in it are estimated to be very suitable for himself with ice blood, not to mention that so much time has passed, no matter what, it should be stopped. With the hidden orb of his own, it should be no problem to retreat with his whole body.

Because of the existence of undead or dark mages, Al specially asked Vane to get a batch of holy water as one of the sharp weapons.

"The supplies are all ready".

"Alright, let's go back to camp." Al said with a smile, ignoring the helpless expression on Vane's face, he stepped on his horse with satisfaction and ran slowly towards the camp.

At this time, Al on the war horse was a little bitterly thinking about the problem of fighting monsters and upgrading. In the past two days, he has not been idle in the camp, and began to experiment with the problem of fighting monsters to gain experience points.

Killing an ordinary beast only has about 0.5 experience, while killing an apprentice-level monster has about 1 to 5 experience points, and similarly, killing a first-order monster has at least 10 or more experience points.

According to the current calculation, it is the most cost-effective to kill apprentice-level or first-order Warcraft. But the key problem is that although there are many first-order Warcraft in this world, there are definitely not many first-order Warcraft in each area, and they will not be infinitely refreshed in fixed places like in the game.

This caused El to spend energy to find the monsters, not to mention the dangers on the road, just the number of monsters in the ordinary forest area is corresponding. And in high-level and high-risk areas, there are many Warcraft, and their own strength is not enough.

"Sure enough, it seems that it is not so easy to fight monsters and upgrade." Al thought helplessly.

In the past few days, Al, with the help of Old Barton, has hunted almost all the nearby first-order, first-order and lower-order demonic beasts, as for the farther ones, it is too dangerous, and Old Barton does not agree to go at all.

Seeing that the experience points from intermediate to advanced on the system had only increased by a small half, Al sighed wistfully, "Forget it, let's do this for the time being."

Back at the camp, after some preparations, Al led the men to the cave.

In the cave, the terrain is complex and the space is narrow, which is not suitable for a large group of people to carry out operations, so Al is ready to bring 20 people, including Old Barton and Vane, to form a team this time.

Looking at the gloomy cavern in the distance, Vane frowned, and commanded the shield hand beside him with a thick steel forged steel, taking the safety of the little master as the first level.

"Waves", accompanied by the sound of the cork opening, the holy water that shone with a pale white light was poured on the weapon, staining the weapon beautifully.

Holy Water Blessing: Deals additional divine damage to dark and undead creatures.

After settling the surroundings again, Al shook his head helplessly as he looked at the dense array of bows, traps, and teams that were ready to rush in at any time to rescue him.

The gray and inconspicuous hidden orb was held in Al's hand, rubbing the hidden orb in his hand, Al pursed his lips, playfully looked at the somewhat nervous Barton and the others, and spit out words full of strong confidence:

"Remember, where the shadows are, I am on my home turf."

A gray light flashed, and the figures of Al and the others disappeared without a trace.