"You're late. The Raven said as he stood in the alley. His back was dangerous for him to turn his back on the Descendant who had emerged from the darkness, but the Spellcaster felt that Krus did not seem to be the same as the Descendant he knew. Admittedly, this guy with his eyes on fire was a very lethal assassin, but that alone didn't make him a friend of the Hammer Duke, so there must be something else about Calus.

"I'm sorry, that dwarf's temper stinks worse than I remember, it seems that the last few years of aristocratic life have made his dwarf temper even bigger. The Demon Spawn shrugged, the red lines on his body twisting. "Aren't you going to find a reliable helper? I heard that you wizards always have a few reliable guards around you, or do you prefer to use corpses?" he said curiously.

The crow pursed his lips, a movement that was not seen by Krus behind him. "I don't need guards, no one is more reliable than myself. And," he said, turning his head to look at the Demon Descendant, "I'm sure you're not going to let me be killed, are you?"

"Hehe, you kid really looks like me. Krus walked over to the sorcerer and looked down at him, "Then follow me, if you are left behind, I can't guarantee your safety." The Demonborn gave a fearful smile, showing off his mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.

With that, Krus walked deeper into the alley, where there was a wooden door, but it didn't lead to a room, it led underground. As the Demon Spawn opened the wooden door, a foul smell poured out of it, causing the crow to subconsciously cover his mouth and nose.

"Are you sure?" the sorcerer's voice sounded comical. But the look on his face showed that he was serious, and if it wasn't necessary, the dignified gray-robed wizard wouldn't have entered the sewers of a city.

"Capture this city overnight? Even a person like me, who knows nothing about warfare, knows it's impossible. It's Andre who forged this place!" Compared to the cursed crow, the Demon Spawn didn't care much about the smell, and compared to the purgatory he had experienced, the sewer environment could even be called comfortable.

"Since the fortress cannot be breached from the outside, only the destruction from the inside remains. However, the city is not as infected by the plague seed as the Iron Keep, and there is only a sewer system that can accommodate a sufficient number of nezumi. The sorcerer continued with the Demonborn's words. Of course he understood this, or he wouldn't have come here with Calus. However, even though he tried to let go of the hand covering his mouth and nose, the crow still couldn't get used to the smell.

The Demon Spawn rolled his eyes, and in desperation, he reached out and pulled something out of the cloth bag wrapped around his waist and threw it into the crow's hand. It looked like it used to be a mask, but now it was just below the nose, and from the cut, the entire mask seemed to have been torn in half with a lot of force.

"Put it on. You'll feel a little better. ”

The sorcerer could feel the magic on the mask, it was clear that the object had been catastrophically damaged, its original role was no longer traceable, but the residual magical energy could still separate the wearer from the stench in the air.

"Thank you. The Raven thanked him after making sure that there were no traps on the mask. Strange to say, the rather rough-looking mask naturally clinged to the sorcerer's skin after it was put on his face, and the crow himself didn't even feel the mask's presence at all.

"Come when you're ready, there's not much time left. The Demonborn grabbed the ladder in the wooden door and climbed into the sewers of the Molten Iron City.

Raven looked at the hole in the sewer, then at the hem of his robe, shook his head, and took off his gray robe, revealing the clothes inside. He didn't want to stain this important robe. At the end of entering the sewers, the sorcerer made sure that the mask would not fall off on its own, and finally followed Krus into the darkness.

In this era, most, if not all, of human towns do not have such a thing as a sewer system, after all, no one has a complete underground system dug up and maintained it regularly before building a city. But Molten Iron City is not one of them, and as a species that grows in caves, the dwarves know exactly how terrible a waste can become, and if a dwarven fortress doesn't have a water system, it can quickly turn into a giant beast den.

Carrying on the traditions of their race, the Hammer Lord founded the city, so he also built an underworld to match it. The underground space of the Molten Iron City is so large that even the workers who were commissioned to build this underground system once thought that the Grand Duke was going to build his capital into an underground city, and even though the inhabitants of the Molten Iron City are now a hundred times the same as in the past, the huge and complex sewers still do not mean to be overwhelmed in the slightest.

"I think I must have stepped on something. Raven grumbled with a frown, the sticky sensation under his boots that made the sorcerer reluctant to think about what he had stepped on.

Krus didn't speak, he walked in front of the Raven and led the latter through the underground tunnels that could be used for carriages, and the Descendant seemed familiar with the environment.

"You've been here before?" The sorcerer could tell that it wasn't the first time that Krus had walked in the sewers, and he wondered what the reason for this guy had entered such a place.

"I'm used to being in every detail of where I am. The Demon Spawn said in a deep voice. Of course, the Raven didn't believe that the "details" in Clarus's mouth meant drilling into a city's sewage system, but the other party's familiarity with the place made him unable to come up with a reliable inference for a while. The sorcerer maliciously guessed that the reason why this creature was able to move silently in the darkness was because he was transferred through these underground passages.

"Be careful. The Demon Spawn gently tugged at the Raven, and not far from them, with the sound of a stream of water, something rushed down from the top of the pipe, splashing some foul-smelling viscous liquid. The sorcerer swore he would never know what was spilled on his boots.

"We are in the living area now, and we must always be careful of these 'gifts' that fall from the sky. Krus made a quotation mark motion with both hands. Although the range of cursing crows in the dark was not large, he still saw the gloating smile on the other party's face.

Hopefully I won't press this guy's face into those things on the ground before I get out. The sorcerer thought.