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On the way up the mountain, Mo Mingke briefly explained the basic situation of the mine to Gurlov. When Gurlov heard about the "tricolor", he asked a question.

"Can you find a buyer?"

Mo Mingke didn't think about this question carefully, originally he just had the idea of "snatching this mine first", as for how to convert it into money in the future, that is a matter for the future; He hadn't even seen the real inside of the mine with his own eyes, everything was only heard from the minions guarding the door, and it would be a big problem if—though unlikely, but not entirely impossible—the two minions were just talking nonsense.

The necromancer in front of him is not a master to mess with.

So Mo Mingke had no choice but to say, "Well...... Then we will find a way to sell it together, anyway...... There must be a lot of magicians rushing to ask for something like this. ”

"A resource that cannot be converted into value is a worthless waste. Gurlov said coldly: "I don't have time to accompany you to sell these things. ”

"Well, we'll take care of the deal. Mo Mingke didn't want to kick the door in the air, so he had to make another blank promise.

Gullov said: "As long as you can sell it, we will split the money fifty-fifty of the money." ”

"Really, really, really...... Then let's just say it!"

"It's not that simple. ”

"Huh?"

"There's also mining. Gurlov said: "You just have to settle the matter of buying and selling, and you can leave the mining to me." But the problem now is that I need to go to the castle to refine the ghouls first, and it will take at least a few days to refine them, plus a round trip - how far is your castle from here?"

Mo Mingke patted his chest and said: "Distance is not a problem, our old driver duck egg bag picks up and drops off to and from work!"

"What's that?"

"Ah, nothing. We happen to have an elf on our side who is good at teleporting magic. Mo Mingke dusted Yam's green head like dust, and said, "The back and forth is just a matter of moments. ”

Gurlov nodded and said, "Very good, the problem is basically solved." ”

Turning their attention back to the cave and looking at the black hole, Gurlov thought that it was not a wise choice to rush in, especially since the place had been disturbed by the intruder not long ago, and the caretakers inside would definitely be on guard. So he first sent the ghoul who had lost most of his head into the cave, and the role of this advance soldier was not only to find the way, but most importantly, to eliminate the enemies in the cave.

The ghoul limped into the darkness of the mine, and after a while, Gurlov took out a vial of the black potion on the outer wall and said to the others, "Drink this potion, it will help you defend against the poison of the corpse." ”

As the trio took turns taking the potion, Gullov cast a spell on the ghouls who had reached the depths of the mine.

In fact, the guards inside the mine did not increase their vigilance, and after their leader, Annuus, was killed by Sabo, a feeling of negativity spread among the crowd.

At this time, all the guards gathered in the deepest part of the mine to discuss the way forward, and many of them expressed their unwillingness to work for the "Fire Lion" anymore, and there was really no incentive to continue this kind of work, which had no guarantee of life and had to risk being hanged. Some even suggested that they simply disband on the spot and take all the tricolor rocks from the mine; However, some people disagree, although the tricolor rock is a rare magic material, but due to the prohibition of private mining in the territory of the Valin country, the trade and sale of the tricolor rock are controlled by the state, so even if they steal this batch of tricolor rock, it will be very difficult to resell it, and if they don't do it well, they will get into unnecessary trouble.

Many people think that the "Fire Lion" really owes them too much, and they always feel uncomfortable not getting something out of the "Fire Lion", and one miner who was lucky enough to escape from under Sabo scolded: "Fuck his grandmother, two of Lao Tzu's fellow villagers were killed by that damn madman." After working for so long, I can't make any money, not to mention, and now I have to help my two partners collect the bodies......"

As the crowd blushed, the ghouls silently came behind them, and no one noticed the lifeless walking dead.

Under the urging of the spell, the ghouls' shells cracked into a poisonous corpse mist, and the unlucky eggs were all poisoned in a very short period of time, and before they could even scream, their skin festered and died.

After about a candle, there was no movement in the cave, and Mo Mingke and the others, who were waiting outside, stepped into the cave. At the entrance to the mine, there is a bloody scene left behind after the werewolf slaughter. The corpses of those who had died long before the corpse fog had spread were now being eroded by the corpse poison, and the surface of their skin was completely decomposed.

The limb ghoul walked at the forefront with an oil lamp, and the corpse mist that filled the surrounding area seemed to be detached in the dim light, giving people a sense of reality and illusion. As we walked deeper into the cave, torches began to appear on the walls of the cave, and the outline of the cave became clear under the light of the fire.

It turns out that this cave was not completely excavated by hand, most of it existed a long time ago, and after the natural cave extended more than 300 yards to the depth, traces of artificial excavation began to appear. Further down was a narrow passageway, strewn with broken pickaxes and wooden tools, and at the end of the tunnel, they saw the tricolor rough stones glowing in the light of the fire, and the pile of dead corpses under the mist.

Mo Mingke realized that this group of people died because of themselves, some of them were still very young, similar to his age, because the poisoning to death was only a short process, so most of the expressions of these dead people seemed very calm. He looked away, not daring to look in the direction of the pile of corpses, nor to think about how many more creatures would die at his hands in the future.

The road is still long.