Alger was clinging to the grey stone wall of the cliff, and from a distance, his grey-skinned face almost blended into the wall. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A large number of rough stone bars were nailed to the cliff face, forming a road that passed up and down, of course, most of the time, they would not take this path. There are passages in the lair that lead directly to other areas.

The three barbarians had to descend slowly and cautiously, their blindness was a huge disadvantage in this situation.

The cliff is not very high, they quickly stepped on the solid ground, and the hanging hearts were put down, and the creatures on the land still had to be down-to-earth to feel at ease.

There is a murmuring river below the cliffs, which is also the source of their daily drinking water. Sure enough, there was no human taste at all below, and the water flow even covered up the smell of blood.

Still, Alger ordered the other two to search - the play still had to be done.

The leader sent him to find the wizard, it seemed like a dangerous mission, and if he was lucky, the human wouldn't be swept away by the river, as long as he was caught. Alger is the great hero of the clan - the horror of the wizard, everyone in the main plane knows it. If you don't catch it, it's just another addition to the wizard's strength.

If he finds a passage to the surface, as one of the few warriors in his clan, he must rush ahead, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the people. However, that human was willing to go to the unknown dark land without looking back, and the place he came from must be full of danger.

Alger felt a little aggrieved, and he clenched his fists as he thought about his compatriots who were about to die for exploring the surface world.

Byron opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up half-propped up from the shallow water. Sharp pain struck his body as if it had fallen apart, and he frowned with grinning teeth. Cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

There was a slight tingling sensation on his feet, and Byron hurriedly opened the backpack on his back, the light rod inside was shining, and took it out and looked into the water, where a group of small fish were lying on his feet and gnawing on the broken flesh from the wound.

The translucent little fish were illuminated by the cold light, scattered and ran away, and when they found that there was no harm, they began to gather again.

Byron immediately stood up and retreated to the shore. I pinched my swaying right hand, and I had lost my sense of pain, which was not good news.

Carefully tying his right hand around his waist with a rope, he picked up the angular stones on the shore and drew a simple map of the location from memory.

It's just that he doesn't know how far he has drifted down the river, Byron looked at the upper reaches of the dark river, and in that direction it should be the Old Bone Mountain. Although the memory will definitely be biased, it doesn't matter, it's always right to go to the ground.

And, with time running out, Byron glanced at the lighting rod in his hand, which was glowing with a faint cold light......

The leader of the stone-blind barbarians stood in Aya's grotto, looked at a small hole in the stone wall, and shouted in a slightly trembling tone: "Dig!"

The barbarians crowded in the cave rushed into the tunnel,

As the earth in front of it continued to be sent into the grotto, piling up on the ground, soon the tunnel was widened a few points, and more and more barbarians entered the tunnel.

The leader waited quietly with a stick, waiting, waiting......

For creatures in the underworld, the light is dangerous—whether it's emitted by some carnivore to lure a traveler, or if a creature is strong enough to be afraid to attract the attention of other creatures.

Byron swept sideways with a rod of light, and the darkness faded like a tide, and the jagged rocks stood silently in the firelight.

The feeling of unease haunted him all the time, and the unknown darkness seemed to have shadows flowing in the intervening period, and this feeling was so strong that he almost thought that he had some kind of delusion.

He let out a long breath to ease the tension.

The "feeling" that Byron had never felt before made him realize that he was very human, he curled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, and then slowly closed his eyes, and the world seemed to be quiet for a moment.

The small and dense pain became clearer, he frowned slightly, the cold hairs on his body stood up, his scalp tingled for a while, and the malicious gaze caressed his skin and stopped at the tender neck.

Shadows flowed.

Byron jerked his head up, and the slick, gray speckled body of the Lockthroat had leapt from the top of the cavern.

He kicked his feet and stepped back, and the short spell was completed in an instant.

The soft and slippery body like a alien moved with an extremely slender touch of his hands and feet on the ground with a strange and smooth movement at an unimaginable speed.

As soon as Byron drew his dagger from his waist, the Lockthroat's exposed fangs were already in front of him. The halfling-sized predator stretched out in the air, the barbed pads of flesh on its hands and feet made of knotted cartilage swaying rhythmically like the tentacles of an octopus. The next second, tentacle-like fingers climbed up the side of Byron's neck.

The Lockthroat Monster raised its head slightly, its dark eyes staring coldly at Byron.

“Frost”

The tongue touched his jaw, the last scale of the frozen ray spat out of the open and closed mouth, and a cool breeze caressed the face of the Lockthroat Monster.

Sharp daggers and fine crumbs of ice poured into the soft body of the Lockthroat Monster, its mouth growing, and it roared weakly, its soft body crashing into Byron's arms, its slender fingers covered with slippery slime sliding limplessly.

The violent impact made them hug each other, roll on the ground, and fall into the stream.

The surface of the flowing water immediately boiled, and the Lockthroat Monster struggled before dying, scuffling and rolling, until the Monster, who had lost too much blood, collapsed weakly.

Byron surfaced, breathing heavily, and he almost thought he was going to suffocate to death.

Alger frowned, the smell in the air was sticky and weird.

"This sour smell is a lockthroat monster!" Immediately a brute recognized the smell, and there was their nest nearby.

"Alger, what should I do?"

"Withdraw. The future leader immediately ordered that a lockthroat had migrated near the lair, and that it would be better to go back and report it immediately.

The stoneblind barbarian immediately turned over and retreated, there was no need to fight this group of strange monsters, their attacks were too weird.

Byron dragged the corpse of the Lockthroat Monster ashore, and although the monster only provided two points of experience, its skin was still useful. Wizards often need strange materials, such as dried bat ears, organs on the monsters, and so on.

He certainly doesn't need them yet, but he can sell them to the guilds, a group of vampires who exploit poor adventurers.

Peeling off the slippery skin little by little, Byron held back the nausea in his heart, and kept hinting to himself in his heart - this is the gold coin! He really needs money now, and it will definitely be a lot of money for his unintuitive right hand to go to the temple for healing in the future.

Rested for a while and ate a little air-dried meat. The brown bread was soaked and softened, so he didn't have to chew it with difficulty. Finally, the broken hydration bag was tied tightly with strip-like lockthroat skin, and hung on the belt around his waist. Of course, these soft and smooth skins are washed clean in water.

Byron got back on the road, the bottom of the river was clear, so he didn't have much to worry about being attacked from the water, so this time he walked up next to the river.

He hurried a distance with his head furrowed, and the stone bars protruding from the cliff wall on the other side of the dark river were exposed in the cold light.

This is, the territory of those barbarians? Byron subconsciously looked up, he should have fallen from here.

"Honorable Wizard. "Out of the darkness came a stone-blind brute wrapped in animal skins.

Byron held the dagger across his chest, his face sinking like water.

"I have no ill will. The brute smiled a smile that he thought was kind, and showed the sharpened teeth of his mouth.

"What do you want to say. Cautiously took a few steps back, did the other party show his fangs to attack?

"I wonder if there's any danger in the place you're coming from. The brute took a few steps forward, and once the wizard cast the spell, he was sure to approach and knock him down in two seconds.

Byron gritted his teeth, and retreating any further would reveal his weak nature.

"Warriors of the barbarians. He smiled fakely, although the other party couldn't see it: "I don't like people getting too close to me." As for where I came from, it was a temple of death. ”

"The Temple of Death, whose deity's territory?" the barbarian sniffed in the air, the faint smell of blood mixed with the sour smell that permeated the air. He licked his lips, humans were as delicious as the legend says, but the faint sour smell seemed to have been smelled somewhere.

"The King of the End of All Things, the Elder Sleeper. Byron took an unnatural step to the left, and his backpack shook with it.

The sourness in the air is stronger.

The barbarian's face moved slightly, and he remembered what it smelled like, this wizard had just killed a lockthroat monster.

"It turned out to be the lich. The barbarian's tone instantly became disdainful, there was really no need to be too respectful of a god who had fallen for centuries.

Byron didn't care about the barbarian's tone, but the barbarian's extensive knowledge made him frown deeply. Before tonight, he had never heard of the name of this deity. Moreover, Byron believed that the vast majority of the people in the town of Vic would not know about this deity.

"I suppose you can leave?" Byron asked, probingly.

The brute continued to "smile", although it seemed to Byron more like a demonstration.

"I have one more question. ”

"Hope is also the last question. "Byron, the other party wants to stall for time?" he looked left and right, and already had the idea of jumping into the dark river.

"Honorable Wizard, may I ask if there are any spells that can make people have eyes?" the barbarian smiled, his face full of expectation.

A stone-blind barbarian wants to have eyes?

Byron felt that his three views had been turned upside down, and he hesitated and said, "The underground world doesn't need eyes. ”

"Didn't you?" the brute sighed slightly, and his tense body slackened suddenly, with a hint of excitement.