For the powerful Mage Council in Paradium, as long as it is not for the dark elves in the middle of the Dark Regions who are attacking the city and plundering the city for wealth, resources, slaves, or the hatred accumulated in the past, they will not abandon the rift they usually accumulate and join hands to let foreign enemies know what "mage unity" is. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A half-finished slave trapping team that has been transformed by demonic surgery has been used long enough times that it should have been sent to the magic furnace for recycling, and now it has been killed by someone, which just saves a lot of hands and feet.

As for the orc mercenaries, who are arrogant and want to gain a legal status and a territory of their own in the city of Paladianum, they have no outstanding merits for the establishment of this dungeon, but they have aroused the dislike of many people.

It is only because of the habit of orc mercenaries and their good combat effectiveness that the "residents" of Paladium City maintain great restraint and tolerance, after all, every battle needs cannon fodder that doesn't cost a lot of money, doesn't it?

In the final analysis, as long as Lu Bin did not touch the core interests of Paradium City, more than one hundred and twenty dwarven slaves, the number seemed to be quite a lot, but in fact, they accounted for less than one-fifth of the slaves in the dungeon, and they could not pose any threat to the Mage Council at all.

In addition, Lu Bin took it when he saw it, and quickly rushed to another target, in the eyes of the mage councilors, this kind of wandering style of fighting that lacks the foundation to settle down and commit crimes everywhere will soon be unsustainable due to the consumption of the most important troops.

The city of Svernebri, founded by the allies of the underground gnomes, could not even be captured by the regular army of the Dark Elves, let alone such a newly converted army of slaves turned warriors and led by laymen.

At the same time, the message transmitted by the prophetic mage Seville through the crystal ball has been quickly reached by the vibration of magic to his friends in Svernebri, and Glim Beren, a respected "master" who is proficient in illusions and spells, has seen the news of his old friend, and is very interested in the newcomers who challenge Palladian City, but only interested.

Grim Belen didn't take to heart the more than a hundred dwarven warriors—the farmers who had been in the fields earlier to loosen and fertilize the moss, the few undead—who had been killed by orc mercenaries, and the human spellcasters who had appeared out of nowhere.

After all, the structure of Svernebri is very complex, and the mere digging and repairing caverns in the narrow corridors and solid rocks that allow underground gnomes to traverse makes the army of dark elves from the middle of the dark realm scratch their heads.

"Got it!"

Grim Belen replied to his old friend with a big grin, and then went on with his own research, and after a long time remembered that there was such a thing, and went to the door in dismay, and informed the guards that someone was preparing to attack the city of Svernebry.

The underground gnomes, who have been peaceful for a long time, have enjoyed the smoke of war for so long that they have forgotten how to mobilize when the shadow of war and death is approaching.

With the continuous mining and mining, the underground gnomes dug out an unusually complex network of tunnels, and all kinds of deadly or non-lethal traps, through the cunning designs of the underground gnomes, often appear in unexpected places for ordinary people.

Later, in less than half an hour, the team led by Lu Bin to rescue the dwarven slaves successfully arrived in Svernebry City. In his opinion, it is a stalactite cave with a long history, and due to the large consumption of groundwater, the interior of the cave has become drier than before.

The crisp sound of forging can be heard in your ears, and the echoes reverberate back and forth between the pillars of the cave, interweaving into an unusually pleasant industrial metal march.

Hardin Copperbeard didn't know when he jumped to Lu Bin's side: "The underground gnomes are all bad personalities, very cunning guys, they are good at blindfolding illusion tricks, and they don't know anything about real power. Your Excellency Rez, you must beat them to the ground, and you will not stop until you are afraid. ”

Lu Bin glanced at the dwarven elder disapprehantly: "Do you still need to say these things?I'm a little strange, the underground dwarf-dominated Svernebri City hides the residents of the main body very well, so where are the slaves they call at will?"

Hardin Copperbeard immediately understood, but he didn't have any good ideas, and suddenly remembered the endless methods of "Lord Rez", especially the very useful "spy", and the dwarven elders counted on this.

Easily seeing the idea of Harding Brass Whiskers written on his face, Lu Bin shook his head lightly and ordered the few remaining "mummy guards" under his command to enter the cave to investigate.

When these undead entered the "Sharp Stone Cave" with the eyes of the dwarven warriors mixed with disgust and gratitude, perhaps it was the rotten death aura that exuded from them all the time, alarming the people in the depths of the cave.

A twelve-foot-tall stone giant stood up from the shadow of the cave, and with his sturdy right hand held a stalactite that was connected up and down, and with a little force, he broke off the stone pillar that was thick at both ends and thin in the middle.

"Whew!"

With a flick of the stone giant, he threw out the stone pillar, which was thicker than an elephant's leg in its thinnest part, and a dozen mummified guards who had not yet dispersed, like wheat, were harvested by a giant scythe, lying neatly on the ground, and their rotten hollow bodies crumbling inch by inch.

The newly transferred dwarven warrior couldn't help but gasp and retreat in panic, even Hardin Copperbeard, a veteran blacksmith/veteran shield warrior, was a little numb at this time.

In addition to Oric Tyrese, who does not retreat, there is only a floating shield to protect himself, and Lu Bin, who is a bodyguard of the Bloodstone Golem, can still look at the overall situation calmly.

"Strange! There was no warning of danger in my heart, but it was as calm as usual, as if the stone giant who appeared in front of us was not a threat at all. What do you think? ”

The blonde boy has almost half of his potential, and the mental aspect is the emptiness after reaching the peak, and for Lu Bin's cognition, Oric Tyrese is in the "sage time", and the result of exhausting the anger groove is a long cooldown.

"Perhaps, what we see is not the truth, but a very clever illusion...... When it comes to illusion, underground gnomes are experts at it. The most brilliant illusionist, even the smell, temperature, and environment can change as if it were true or false, in a word, it can be summed up, it is better not to trust your own eyes. ”

Lu Bin opened the book of the traveling mage, just glanced at it, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the mummy guards who entered the sharp stone cave continued to move forward intact, but their figures and traces were perfectly concealed by illusion.

It was the first time for Lu Bin to fight against such a "stake" opponent, and he immediately stretched out his hand and teamed up all the dwarves alone, including the dwarven elder Hardin Copperbeard and two other dwarven warriors from Blackwater Town.

Olek Tyrese's fighting spirit gradually began to rise under the stimulation of the golem phantom created by the high-level illusion, but it was a pity that the most skilled dwarf illusionist could only create a hollow shadow, and did not have a terrifying and compelling momentum, which caused the blonde boy, one of the insiders, to be unable to lift his spirits.

Lu Bin smiled and shook his head slightly: "Let me come!" After speaking, he looked sideways at the commander of the mummy guard, "Bone Overseer, a round of phosphorus missiles!"

The high-level undead grinned, the skull on the right shoulder, the upper and lower jawbones kept opening and closing, and the teeth rubbed phosphorescence between the bumps, releasing two ivory-shaped energy projectiles, which instantly hit the stone giant walking towards them.

"Click", the phosphorus fire missile was like hitting a mirror, making a sound of glass shattering, and then the terrifying spiderweb-like crack spread rapidly to the surroundings, and the brilliant illusion rippled with the blue halo of arcane energy, and the color block composed of light and shadow was entangled for a long time before slowly collapsing.

At the same time, the sharp-eyed Lu Bin saw a stone pillar hit by the phosphorus fire missile, which exploded the hollow nature, leaving a pool of fresh blood inside, which was obviously left by the underground dwarf who presided over the illusion.

"It's a pity that he escaped!" Oryk Tyrese looked at the hollow stone pillar with a blank look in his eyes, and immediately remembered the simple stone staircase that could be used to kick his legs.

Later, seeing the dwarven warrior whose illusion had been lifted, he shook his armor in shame and came to Lu Bin's side with a firm step, as if seeking psychological compensation for the panic retreat just now, and surrounded him tightly at the core.

The dwarven elder Hardin Copperbeard was beside "Lord Rez", and when he noticed his gaze, it was rare for a large blush to appear on his old face, which was really embarrassing just now.

Knowing that the underground dwarfs would have a good hand in illusion, they were tricked around and around, and they showed their cowardice in front of Lu Bin, what should they do to save the reputation of the "mountain dwarf".

For the sake of the gem, Oric Tyrese unhurriedly relieved the siege: "The underground gnomes are not only illusionists, but also a group of very cunning craftsmen, who have good brains and can design and build all kinds of siege machinery. If they want to prove themselves, they dismantle the steam chariot on which they became famous. ”

Lu Bin couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this, not that Oric Tyrese is a crow's mouth, but this kind of indiscriminate flag-setting often triggers a new plot dramatically.

"Boom...... Ryu!"

There was an angry roar from the depths of the earth, the steel war beast that had been dormant for years, the icy boiler heart once again ignited by coal, the steam that erupted violently was as thick as white smoke, and it struggled to step out of its rusty hooves to the accompaniment of the whistling whistle.