Riding on a halfling's characteristic camel pony, Ron is a nezumi - a branch of the beastmen, but more comfortable and safe than the beasts of the Gravel Mountains - they live in the sewers of the city, acting as spies and thieves, trading news and booty for food to survive.

There are also prominent ones among the nezumi, who are often the leader of a nezumi tribe, or the gang boss who leads dozens of nezumi thieves, or the observant merchant - Ron's new appearance is that of a nezumi merchant.

This is a last resort, the Moonlight Rat has not yet become a truly intelligent race in the world of Torrell, and is not suitable to serve as an image of communication - but in the near future, the Wise Moonlight Rat will be seen in all corners of the world.

"Set up camp!"

The shrieks characteristic of the halflings echoed through the air, and then the caravan slowly came to a halt and formed a semicircle around a cavern at the foot of the Black Mountains—smoke rose from the cooking, and hired adventurers sat around the campfire, gulping and laughing at the ale—and Tim, the leader of the caravan, came to Ron's side with a glass of ale with a smile.

"Given, often the ale made by the halflings is much more delicious than the dwarfs. ”

Although brewing wine is a dwarven talent in the world of Torreel, it is not as rewarding as the halfling's fanatical food hobby, so some halflings have improved it after observing the dwarven brewing process, and finally brewed the ale that the halflings like.

"Yes, wash away some of the fierceness, but a little more delicate!"

Taking the glass, Ron drank the small half of the glass in one gulp, and then exclaimed - Ron knew that this was Tim's courtesy to him, after all, he entered the caravan on the recommendation of the head of the halfling village - in the halfling society, the leader of a certain halfling village is equivalent to the ruling nobles of the human city, with great authority - they trust the village chief as if they trusted their father.

"Let's go, try the venison roasted by the halfling, it will definitely make you swallow your tongue!"

Tim's compliment made Tim close his mouth with joy, and he took Ron by the arm to his own campfire, handed Ron two roasted deer steaks, and then drank the ale while watching Ron.

The roasted deer steak was beautiful, with a wonderful mix of spices and slightly smelly fats, and it was grilled in a good heat, just enough for his teeth to cut the fibers without being too dry and hard - Ron was in awe as he ate the roasted deer steak made Tim even happier.

Sometimes happiness is as simple as that, and after Rhon complimented Tim after a few more sips, he fell asleep, and after Ron finished eating, he began to observe.

The fissure cavern at the foot of the Black Mountains was like a large mouth, and with a slight calculation, it was possible to enter and exit about four or five carriages at a time, and Ron's perception was invested in the cavern, which was a winding tunnel, about five degrees, leading to the deep underground.

This is a different path than the last time, but it is the same layer of the Dark Realm - the same territory that leads to the third layer of the Dark Elves of the Dark Realm, and it is also the current location of the Kane Bloodhoof that BrandoBris gave to Ron.

However, this location is completely different from the Mogoray that Ron once arrived with Kane Bloodhoof, and it is clear that in the short time that Ron has left, the tribe of Kane Bloodhoof has undergone a huge change, and even the entire tribe of Bloodhoof may cease to exist, and only Kane Bloodhoof will survive as a demigod.

Of course, this is the worst-case scenario—and in every case, Ron will plan for the worst in advance, in case there will be too many distractions.

Sleepless nights.

After becoming a demigod, sleep became a minor matter, and it only took a little closing of his eyes to recuperate Ron - and after a night of meditation and self-improvement, the caravan set off in the light of the sky and into a cavern as deep as a giant mouth.

"Gollum~"

This time the camel was a bantam, and the sound of the horse's hooves echoed through the corridor in the light of the torches, mixed with the sound of water dripping from the depths of the cave, like a monotonous piece of music that would be repeated for dozens of days.

And the mercenaries, who had always seemed to be quite idle on their journeys, began to be on the alert - after so many days of recuperation, it was finally time for them to give their lives - scouts scouted ahead, warriors guarded the back of the caravan, and spellcasters and archers guarded the main formation.

After about two days of doing so, the caravan came to the first level of the Dark Realm, where the gray dwarves, goblins, and minotaurs lived, and this trade route happened to pass through a large metropolis of the gray dwarves.

Ron was pretending to be a nezumi merchant at the moment, and naturally he had his own camel beasts in the caravan - so a large amount of salt and dwarven ale returned Ron for a small bag of gems and a small piece of pure gold - it would be a fortune if he could return to the surface.

As for the leader of the caravan and the largest merchant in the caravan, Tim earns more, which makes his gold teeth shine even brighter in the light of the torches.

After trading with the Grey Dwarves, the caravan continued its journey down - the road was getting rougher, and after a week or so, they were close to the underground passage to the second floor, and there was another city for the Grey Dwarves to rest in.

And as the distance approached, the adventurers, who had been nervous, also relaxed a little, and they even began to joke with their companions, only to wait for the time to eat and drink to relieve the stress of the week.

But danger always comes at the most lax moments—a large figure suddenly falls from the stone pillar overhead, along with droplets, and its sharp claws swoop up from the caravan, and then disappear into the darkness again with screams.

"Help!

"Sasha!

The caravan immediately stopped, and the adventurer warriors pressed their flags up into the darkness—but after a rapid scream, only Ron could hear the constant slight chewing sound in the darkness.

Ron has dark vision, and the monster's appearance has been seen by Ron the moment it falls - it is a dreadclaw, a terrifying monster that only lives in dark regions, resembling a three-meter-tall erect hawksbill turtle, with long sharp hooked pincers on its forelimbs, and likes to sneak up on prey from the darkness.

"It's a dreadclaw! Be vigilant, there may be other dreadclaws around!"

As the warriors slowly approached, the firelight finally revealed the monster's appearance in the eyes of everyone, and immediately the famous adventurer commanded loudly - as for the chauffeur Sasha, who was captured by the dreadclaw monster at the beginning, only half of his body remained, and even the top-level magic could not be resurrected.