Chapter XLVI

White has lived in Minerstown for nearly a decade and is one of the few remaining veterans in the town.

But few people know that White, a good old man who has been working in the Ildan mines for nearly a decade and has handled relationships with everyone inside and out, does not have even the slightest trace of demonization on him—at least not before he came.

Even before Minertown took root, he had a decent job on the surface.

The poignantness, hardship, and decadence he showed when he first came here were just a disguise for others to show them, and the crimson scales that appeared on his face were nothing more than clever makeup techniques. Although it didn't target anyone in the town, he did have ulterior motives when he settled here.

In order to monitor the Ildan pit.

And...... Dark Guilds.

As an informant directly subordinate to the First Apostle, White was in the middle of the dice house and knew a lot of the insider's secrets, including the secrets of the Ildan mines, which he could even say was there for.

He was sure that he was not the first informant to be sent here, and probably not the only one—he had a topographical map of the depths of the Ildan mine on hand when he first arrived, and many places on the map were deliberately marked with striking red dots symbolizing danger—but unfortunately it was incomplete, and it came to an abrupt end at the third of the way, and it took him nearly eight years to complete the remaining third, sorting out the general context, and he could not do anything about the remaining blanks.

After all...... He is not a sword bearer, much less a glorious one.

In the face of dense man-eating monsters, no matter how amazing his physique and martial arts skills are, there is only one way to retreat - even if he chooses to retreat at the first time when he encounters danger, he has paid a heavy price for his previous adventure. For this, he lost an arm, an eye, and ...... Half a nose.

But in the end, he survived.

And now it's time for them to pay the price—even though he thought he wouldn't have the chance to witness that day in his lifetime.

It wasn't until Master Dick appeared before him again that he was sure that he had not been forgotten in the past ten years.

The work he did for it, the price he paid for it, is meaningful.

In the past ten years, whether it is the guards in the mining area, or the colleagues in the miners' town, or the infiltrators who are begging for food to survive here, he is very familiar with them, and under the influence of the long time, under the conscious exploration, he can pat his chest and assure that there is no place in the miners' town that he is not familiar with—even the depths of the Ildan mining area, except for the places where the monsters are gathered, it is basically the same as the back garden for him.

Undoubtedly, as one of Ildan's oldest miners, he was undoubtedly a competent guide.

The familiar one led a group of three people through more symbolic levels, holding kerosene lamps, and marching unhurriedly in the deep mine tunnels.

It's still safe.

White is very relaxed, the surface of the Ildan mine is not too dangerous, but in contrast, the mineral deposits here have long been mined by the pioneers, and only a few lucky people can be lucky enough to pick up the leaks under the favor of fate, and harvest a sum of living materials for their families without having to go deep into the danger zone.

But as he continued to go deeper, the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

There are man-eating monsters in the underground of Ildan, even if they are just novices who have been to the mine a few times, they will not take this statement lightly, and the experienced miners are even more aware of the several areas where monsters often haunt, not to mention the old qualifications and living fossils like White - the old miner with ten years of experience in the industry or survival can be said to know the terrain and ecology in the depths of the mining area well, and he can even responsibly claim that no one can be more familiar with and understand this land than him.

Except for the monsters that lurk in the depths of the caverns...... and the Dark Guild.

The man-eating monsters that roam in the dark actually move very regularly, most of them are concentrated in a few areas, and they don't wander around for no particular reason- Most of the creatures that died at their behews were inexperienced novices who had accidentally disturbed the horrible monsters in the process of prospecting, either by becoming rations or by taking them out of their fixed positions in the process of escaping, leaving them to roam the mines like ghosts, hunting for any living creatures.

If you don't know why, you may take it for granted that it is their lair, but for the intelligence officers of the dice house, the area occupied by them can be simply seen as arrows pointing to the location of the dark guild headquarters, as long as you pass through those areas one by one, you can peel off the thin veil on the face of this mysterious underground organization with a mysterious foothold.

Pity...... He's not strong.

The only time I came close to success was when I lost an arm, an eye, and half a nose.

However, this time it was different.

- This time, there was the Apostle.

White had near-blind confidence in his immediate superiors, and he didn't think that monsters that were good for anything but numbers could pose any threat to Dick.

Not to mention...... The two people who followed behind the adults were not ordinary people.

Although he hadn't dealt with them much, it was not difficult to see with his quality as an intelligence officer that the white and tender young man might still be between the two if he didn't have combat power, but the girl who was carrying a silver two-handed sword that was almost as tall as her was a real powerhouse, even if he was just standing there, the awe-inspiring might was almost ready to rush to his face- If it weren't for the habit of the miners here carrying a few handy pieces on their bodies, if they hadn't wrapped their broadswords with strips of cloth before they came, if it weren't for the fact that the guards at the entrance didn't pay much attention to the inspection of entrants, I'm afraid they would have been stopped before they entered Ildan.

Of course, there are no ifs.

They have successfully entered the Ildan Pit, and have successfully dived into the depths of the mine.

The only obstacle left is ......

The monsters!

He abruptly stopped his steps.

In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, in the unfathomable darkness ahead, pairs of scarlet eyes opened and lit up in patches, followed by the roar of the predators, like a mountain and a tsunami.

Thirst for blood, thirst for killing.

After a brief confrontation like a stagnant time, like a long-lost feast, and like a belated carnival, after the earth-shattering roar, black shadows like mountain apes came out of the dark and narrow mine tunnels,

The huge figure of nearly three meters tall has always been slumped in the process of running, the black and unkempt hair covers the whole body like armor, the long and thick arms almost hang down to the ground, and the face and neck can not be seen, its face and body seem to grow directly together, or it has no concept of a head at all, and the eyeballs that surround the bloody mouth that are more than half a body long are so oozing and dense on the "face" of the body, just in terms of appearance, it is definitely a monster among monsters.

But there was not even the slightest emotion on White's face, and there was no shaking of the hand holding the kerosene lamp, he just quietly watched the approach of the monsters, waiting for the fate that would befall him.

Surprisingly, however, the apostle did not display his omnipotent spirit.

It was a girl with a two-handed sword on her back.

There were no words, no signs, the beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes drew her sword, the silver-white sword shone with silver-white light, the color of blood dyed the whole world, she danced between life and death like an elegant girl who stepped into the upper ball, there was no hesitation in the jade-colored eyes, there was no hesitation, there was no hesitation, it was as clear as a lake of clear spring, reflecting the prosperity and demise of all things.

Obviously, the girl's posture is so beautiful, but he feels the palpitations he has not felt for a long time.

It is the natural fear of human beings who cannot understand things, and it is the instinctive fear of human beings of some kind of monster that is similar to human beings but has an inhuman nature.

The hand holding up the kerosene lamp trembled uncontrollably, and the flames that flickered and extinguished the blood-intertwined mine road was like hell—but in the Hell of Nasenluo, there were angels dancing, and in the midst of the slaughter, she was so holy and beautiful.

Ten...... Twenty ...... Or thirty?

The old miners, who had been immersed in this picture, watched numbly as the cannibal monsters fell, the underground monsters that had terrified countless people were slaughtered in pieces like chopping melons and vegetables, and the terrible predators who had eaten the flesh and blood of thousands of people fell in a pool of blood, and the color of life passed from their scarlet compound eyes little by little, and then completely lost their luster.

It wasn't until this battle—nay, the slaughter—that there was silence at the end of the darkness that he couldn't help but cast a look of awe at the killing angel who had never been stained with any blood.

"Give rest to the unclean. ”

The sword-wielding girl calmly prayed to announce the end of the battle, her eyes as calm as the surface of the lake swept across the battlefield strewn with corpses, swept past the deep and unknowable darkness ahead, her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, and after a brief pause, she took another step - to go deeper.

"It's a neat fight. There were bursts of applause behind him, and a playful smile appeared on the apostle's handsome and non-human-like face, "Should I say, is it really worthy of the name of the Wind Whisperer?"

"Your Excellency?" was the first time White had seen such a look on his face from an apostle with the power of words.

"Nothing. The de facto owner of the dice house raised his hand, "It's just a sense of that guy's strength - let's go, we're still quite far from our destination, so don't delay too much here." ”

After a short pause, he looked at the intelligence officer who had spent ten years here, his brows couldn't help but raise slightly, and then he said in a non-obtrusive tone: "The next battle will become more and more dangerous, monsters of this level are only hors d'oeuvres at best, White, although your skills are still good among ordinary people, but that's all, don't move on, wait here for us to return victorious." ”

"As you wish. ”

After two breaths of silence, he bowed down and watched the two of them go away.

Then he looked away, and after looking around in the deep and empty mines, he picked up the kerosene lamp in his mouth, took out a crystal of crystal clear solid color from his bosom, pressed it against his chest, resonated with it in a meditative way, and read the information stored in it beforehand—after nearly three minutes of strange silence, the crystal in the palm of his hand turned into the tiniest dust without warning, and dissipated into the boundless darkness with the cold wind blowing.

"If that's what you're aiming for," the informant looked up, "as you wish." ”

He took a step, neither returning nor continuing on, but ...... Walked on the third path.

He's going to pick up someone.

People who may not be called "human".