There are many entrances to the Underworld, sometimes it's an abandoned mine tunnel, sometimes it's a huge bottomless crater, sometimes it's even the trunk of a withered giant tree, or a stone mound building shaped like a monster's head with fangs.

The nearest underground entrance and exit to the city-state of Muya takes about 5 days to reach by carriage. The entrance is known as the 'Dazzling Staircase' because the underground natives always end up being stung by the dazzling sunlight as they walk up the stone staircase at the entrance.

But in any case, many of the underground natives living in the city-state of Muya initially reached the surface through the 'dazzling staircase', abandoning their original identity and starting a new life.

Over the course of five days, Barrett and his party will pass through a village full of gray dwarves, a town of ordinary humans, and a half-elf hybrid city.

And if they choose to take a detour (twice as far), they can reach a town dominated by drow elves, and visit a den full of minotaurs.

The mages had put most of the cities built by the alien race at their feet, in the shadow of the floating city. In this way, if these races are quite radical in terms of personality, and have a little different mind, a terrifying magic will shoot down from the sky and burn the entire town to ashes.

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Adventures usually require means of transportation, and Barrett and the others all have mounts, and the Weimar False and other people ride a few honest variegated pack horses, which are not fast in running, but they are quite good in terms of endurance. The goblin's mount was the horned riding goat, and when it ran with joy, it was not much slower than the carrot.

After most of the day's hard work, the group finally arrived at this gray dwarf village called the 'Cellar of Spirits' when the last rays of sunlight were still lingering on the top of the mountain.

"Truth be told, we should have bought that four-seater wagon when we had enough money, rather than a few cheap and difficult pack horses. William complained to the Weimar False Sir that "riding a horse is not an easy task, and my inner thigh has been rubbed off with a whole layer of oily skin, and it hurts terribly." He led the horse and limped after the crowd into the village.

"That's because your riding skills are so bad. "The knight's riding skills were the best of the few men, and that "there are so many smooth roads for you to drive the carriage on when you are adventurous, and the rough and bumpy mountain roads and the dense forests are the places where we often walk." Besides, how could an elite adventurer not even know how to ride a horse?

"Riding? maybe. Barrett replied with a blank face. He himself is not very good at riding, so naturally he would not support such a view, but fortunately it has changed a lot now.

When the barbarian first rode a horse, his inner thighs were often ground by the saddle like sandpaper, but after half a year of training, he now has a little tacit understanding with 'Carrot', and he also knows a little bit about adjusting his center of gravity according to the running rhythm of the mount.

While he's not a good rider yet, at least the long walks aren't a problem.

As the sun faded and the sky darkened, the village of 'Cellar of Spirits' was just beginning to bustle at this point. The village is inhabited by a clan of grey dwarves known as 'Coldsteel', who have been out of the dark lands and into the sunlight more than two hundred years ago, but they are still not well adapted to going out during the day due to the fact that the underground races are usually 'sensitive to strong light'.

The 'Spirits Cellar' is architecturally curious, half above ground and half underground. The above-ground buildings are as low as the gray dwarves, and most of them are not even two meters tall. While this height is not a problem for the daily life of the gray dwarves, it is very uncomfortable for outsiders like Barrett.

Luckily, it also has an underground part.

Barrett had also visited this village on his first adventure underground. The underground 'spirits cellar' seemed to him to be enough to describe it as 'magnificent'. Whether it's the passages, the rooms, or the plaza where the statues of the Seven Heroes stand, there's a distinctly dwarven architectural style—exaggerated and as tall as possible.

But his fellow dwarves at the time called it 'a simple chicken shed', a 'cramped pigsty', and a 'goblin hut' in a contemptuous tone......

This forced Barrett to fight with the mad gray dwarves from the village, and then fled in disgrace.

Alas, I wish the gray dwarves here wouldn't remember me, Barrett thought to herself. It was all caused by the dwarf of the venomous snake, and he was only innocently implicated.

Just as Barrett was trying to reduce his presence as much as possible, a loud voice suddenly shouted at him.

"Hey, big guy over there, I remember you, you still dare to come here!" A bald head suddenly emerged from a bush of tobacco plants not far away.

The bald head has a beard that reaches to the instep, and is neatly and delicately woven into braids. When he picked out the tobacco bush and strode in the direction of Barrett and the others, he habitually picked up the long, well-maintained beard in his hand.

Before the grey dwarves and dwarves parted ways, their ancestors were the primordial people of the earth in antiquity, but now, the two races are vastly different, and like the elves and drows, they are hostile and hostile to each other.

Aside from their distinctive dark gray skin, most of the Grey Dwarves are bald, even females. And they used to wear earthy brown clothes. When you're underground, this kind of dress and appearance will make it difficult to tell which is the stone and which is the gray dwarf.

Barrett looked at the approaching gray dwarf, "Excuse me, are you calling me?"

Damn, he knew this gray dwarf, and that guy was the village chief here.

"Yes, it's you! While most humans are similar to me, I've never seen a second human with the same ugly scar on his throat as you. The Grey Dwarf Village Chief crossed his arms and looked up at Barrett, "Hmph, haven't you remembered me in just over a year?" he said with a frown, "It was you, and that open-mouthed companion of yours, who broke my ribs. ”

"You were in the middle of a scuffle, you stepped on your own beard and fell to the ground, and then you were trampled on by your own people, I can see it very clearly!!" Barrett retorted, "I can assure you that it has nothing to do with us!"

"Aha, I knew it was you!" the gray dwarf chief shouted happily as he pointed at Barrett.

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