Just as a small incident can lead to an unprecedented war, the disappearance of something that is no longer ordinary can cause a huge crisis. Whether it is the people in the Afaria camp or the dark elves in the Dark City, they are all facing a huge crisis caused by the disappearance of a bunch of keys at this moment. Doubts don't help people solve their problems, and the cries coming from the Dark Elf graveyard are a harbinger of impending disaster.

The resurgence of the evil dragon, which was what Krent had been worried about, was happening now. When he sent his men to the Dark Elf Graveyard to check it out, it was only there that his men found the corpses of the Dark Elf guards and the endless number of monsters and ghosts that had appeared as a result of the dragon's resurrection. Although he escaped, he lost an arm. As a price to pay for checking the situation, it was a bit too big for him.

And an unpleasant conversation is still going on, as if it will never stop. The only thing that is certain is that one of them is tired of this kind of conversation, and he does not want to be indoctrinated with some ideas, so he is very reluctant to talk to the person he is talking to. "Let me tell you something, the evil dragon that was sealed here has been revived. ”

"What did you say?" the person who asked the question was visibly surprised.

"Depending on your reaction, this should be something you didn't expect. ”

"No, I'm surprised what caused the dragon to break free from the seal. ”

The guy in a brown robe with his entire face buried in his hood sat across from the man in black. Then he picked up a piece of wood and added it to the campfire in front of him. "I've heard that the principality in the Afalia camp is already working on a corresponding strategy, aren't you interested?" he didn't answer the other party's question.

The man in black shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "I'm not interested in what they want to do, and how to use it, you're asking the wrong person." ”

"This is indeed like your answer, tell me, what are you going to do?" the brown-robed guy asked in an unpleasant tone.

"I once promised someone that if the dragon broke free from the seal, I would deal with it. The man in black replied in a low voice.

"Oh, that's a good idea, but, can you do it?"

"It's none of your business. ”

The brown-robed man laughed and tugged at the hem of his coat so it wouldn't drag on the dirty dirt on the ground. "You have concerns, I can see that. ”

The man in black glared at him with a slightly annoyed expression, "I said, it's none of your business. ”

Immediately afterward, silence lasted for a short time. Then, at some point, the brown-robed man spoke again. "I think it's time for us to end this conversation, I'm not going to force you, so I can let you go. ”

"Really? You're so kind. The man in black obviously didn't believe the other party's words, he probably thought it was just another elaborate front of the other party.

"Let me guess, are you wondering if I'm lying to you? Haha, I'm not bored to that point. The brown-robed man laughed, stood up, walked over to the long wooden crate that lay on the ground behind him, opened it, took out the black knife inside, and threw it to the man in black. "Your weapon, you should believe I'm not lying to you, right?"

The man in black caught the knife, pulled it out of its scabbard, and skillfully swung it twice in his hand. "Thank you for helping me take care of my weapon, and thank you for saving me. Although it is a pity that I am on a different path from you. Marcus looked up at the brown-robed man.

"You have to see the world with your eyes, and sooner or later, you may understand how important a conversation in this humble cave is to you. The brown-robed man said calmly.

"I don't want to have anything to do with you, much less with the apostles. I'm just me, an ordinary soul bearer. Marcos said, pointing to his heart.

"What if you have to get in touch with the guys you don't want to see in your quest for the truth?" asked the brown-robed man with some interest.

"I'll engage with them, but only temporarily, I'm only doing it for my purpose. Marcos was not confused by the other party's question, and replied decisively and resolutely.

Very sly replied, come with me. "The brown-robed man walked towards the exit of the cave, and now he needed to do one last thing, and that was to take this soul bearer out of his stronghold.

It's just a small cave in the Neupera region, and anyone who makes such a place a base is not a normal person, and Marcos thinks they're a bunch of crazy people. But they saved themselves, and that alone made it impossible for him to judge them in vicious language. Although he doesn't like their way of doing things, and he can even call it annoying, he can't maliciously hurt them because of these factors.

"Follow this path and you'll be able to leave the cavern underground. It would be nice to see the sun again, if there was any sunshine here. "The brown-robed man seems to be joking.

Marcos glanced back at him, "Goodbye, Sacrificial Lord of the Violent Raiders." ”

"I'm glad you still remember the name of our organization. The brown-robed man whispered, and as Marcos turned back and walked towards the exit to the surface, he suddenly spoke. "If one day you get in the way of our actions, we will not hesitate to kill you. His tone was as cold as an ice needle stuck in Marcos' chest.

"I will too. Marcos was never afraid of such words, and if fate arranged them to become enemies one day, he would not hesitate to swing his sword at them. This is a matter of position, so neither side will take a step back from their own position.

When Marcos returned to the surface, he suddenly felt that even the air he breathed had the smell of life in it. The underground caverns of the Neupera region were filled with only the smell of decay and death, and it was only after returning to the surface that he could feel truly alive. It would have been a pleasant moment, but Marcos couldn't have been in a good mood.

His first encounter with the Violent Raiders gave Marcos a brief acquaintance with them, whom he considered to be a fanatical group. But it's strange that the guys haven't elaborated on their ideas all the time, which seems to prove that the rumored disagreements within them are real. Marcos could deduce from his month-long contacts with them that the men he met were at least part of the Order's pro-apostle support group.

The words that the brown-robed man said to himself as he left were not unfounded, and Marcos was able to deduce some useful information from their presence and words - the apostle was most likely responsible for the plague of Neupera. However, he is not sure whether this idea is credible or not. You know, he doesn't have any evidence right now, and the brutal raiders haven't told them what they're here for.

"Strict seekers of truth, it's funny......" Marcos muttered to himself, walking towards the path leading to the camp in Affalia on the mountains.