"Leaving the Acid Mist Canyon plane, my luck has changed. For the first time in my entire academic career, I was able to do so on my first night on that remote material plane.

Rigorously tested in practice, the high-spirits brewed by ogres are actually a high-quality biofuel that has yet to be discovered. Filling the fuel tank of a steam-powered furnace with this liquid energy release enough energy to propel my mechanical prosthetic body, which weighs over 300 pounds and is designed and built by Mr. Twenty-One and His Excellency Rick Naz, to operate normally for more than 48 hourglasses. ”

- Sneijder's Private Research Notes

Wine helps talk about sex, and Ogre Blue has a lot of wine. Of course, what Blue took out at this time was not a liquor comparable to poison like "Viper Blood". In order to take care of the ordinary people present (that is, the desert elf Brach), he took out some low-alcohol liquor that had been verified to be really not toxic for everyone to drink. However, even so, these liquors made from the unique materials of the lower realm are not comparable to mundane things such as jujube.

Blatch, the "tongue puller" who had not drunk alcohol for decades since he had practiced the art of yinhua, only took a few sips of Blu's fine wine, and completely let himself go. Stimulated by alcohol, the long-suppressed elf even confided in his childhood with his Anda friend's flying eagle lackeys.

While Bradge recounted the past, the others were not idle. The Bazaar Night Market in Coptic City is far more abundant than anyone can imagine, and all kinds of delicacies are gathered here one after another under the silver money of the big money owner of Ogre Blue. In addition to the restaurant's signature roast camel meat, roasted grouse, fried locusts, charcoal-smoked snake and assorted bisque...... There was even a musk ox that is extremely rare in the desert and is only found in the tundra of the far north of the world.

Of course, with three ogres and a dragon at their disposal, there's no danger of wasting this food. This dinner, which can be seen as a feast for the three brothers of Quest and the Ogre, was eaten from the evening to the early morning of the next day. When everyone set out on their journey again, the eternal blazing sun of the ash plane was already directly above everyone's heads.

The elves who fell asleep after singing in the middle of the night were now placed in the pavilion on the back of a sand rhinoceros. The midday heat caused some sweat to pass out of his body, taking away a lot of drunkenness. Bradge struggled to get up from the cushion and pressed his hand slightly on his forehead, which was tingling from the hangover. He hadn't drunk like this in more than 50 years, the last time he drank was at the bar mitzvah of his allegiance to Hajar Khan at the bar mitzvah of his official samurai.

"Drink some Righteous Elixir - Mr. Witch Doctor said that this is the name changed by His Excellency Quith, and it turns out that this medicine is called Energy Elixir. For people who are drunk, it will be somewhat helpful. With this not-so-fluent planar language, a small water bladder was pushed by the speaker to the elf who had just woken up with a hangover.

The muscles of Bradch the "Tongue Puller" were slightly bulging under the influence of his body instinct - he had not clearly felt it yesterday, but now when he was beside him, the elven great warrior could easily sense the extraordinaryness of this coarse gray-robed human - his body muscles were extremely smooth, and the posture habits that were inadvertently revealed between his movements showed that he was a master of martial arts.

Paladin Jensen is certainly a master, and few mortals have the skills to retreat after injuring a demon lord. However, he is now one of Quith's employees, and he will have to pay off his debts in lieu of work for some time to come.

At the Coptic City Livestock Trading Center, after purchasing a few adult sand rhinos to use as legs, the three brothers of the young blue dragon and the ogre joined forces to vote against the crowd. (Only Sneijder dissented, but in line with the principle that the minority obeys the majority, the opposition is invalid.) The group decided to disguise themselves as a caravan and set off on an adventure before returning to the Dragon's Lair for repairs.

As for the content of this adventure, it really has something to do with the elf that Quest saved yesterday.

The Sand Rhino is a giant camel beast commonly found in desert caravans, and in addition to its docile personality and strong endurance, this giant beast also carries an astonishing weight. Quest's "caravan" consisted of six sand rhinos marching one after the other, one dedicated to the release of materials that Blue and Palu had purchased in Coptic, and the other consisting of the paladin Jensen and the elven "Tongue Puller" who had just woken up from a hangover Riding together, the ogre gourmand Blue and his witch doctor brother Palu share a mount to trim up, the staggering ogre blacksmith Naru rides one alone, and the rest of the sand rhino leads the caravan at the head of the procession, with the young blue dragon in human form and the steampunk half-lich in their back waiting in the pavilion to direct the way.

"This is the equivalent that Brach gave me to offset the ransom, a map of the location of the Soulbinding Mage's lab," Quis opened his spatial belt and pulled out a brocade box containing the map. This adventure has the participation of a master in the field of spells like Sneiard, so it is naturally indispensable to consult with experts: "I checked this map, and there is a simple protection school circle on it, and its function is only to protect the map itself from regular damage. ”

The manipulating mechanical prosthetic took the brocade box and took out the map contained in it. Snead, the half-lich, ran his fingers over the corners of the map, and after a moment's time to touch them, he pulled out a thin fiber in a place that Quest hadn't noticed before.

"What is this?" asked Quest, looking at what his spell advisor had found, curiously.

Snead used two other small spells to identify it, and after repeated confirmation, he replied, "This is the Silk of Wraiths, about one-tenth of the thickness of the Silk of Wraiths to be exact.

As the name suggests, the filament of the soul is a filament extracted from the resentful soul formed after the death of a person with a strong obsession. This kind of thing is also necessary for the spells of several more off-the-beaten-path schools of necromancy.

In the process of casting, the filament of resentment can play a role in solidifying obsessions, and the solidified obsessions can be used as carriers by the caster again, so as to achieve the purpose of directly affecting the behavior of the recipient. ”

After listening to Sneijder's explanation, Quest wondered, "But I've used many spell detection methods to check before, and there is no other spell fluctuation feedback at all except for that simple protection school magic circle?"

"That's exactly what makes the man who wields this spell so brilliant. The filament of resentment that I just discovered was only about one-tenth the diameter of normal. Even if you look closely, it's easy to mistake them for fiber burrs on a map scroll.

The reason for this is actually that the map, which originally had the effect of spell enchantment, was artificially uncovered layer by layer.

It has to be said that this is a very clever method - it not only destroys the integrity of the original casting materials, so that the spells that were previously attached to it cannot be effectively detected, but also covertly splits the filament of the obsession and adds it to about ten new maps. ”

I didn't see any other actions of the half-lich who was patiently explaining the intricately designed design on the map, but he manipulated the mechanical prosthetic body to pick up the corners of the slightly thin parchment roll and shook it slightly—the spell map that the "tongue puller" Brach had to use a soul dagger to harvest a living human life to activate instantly came to life.

Lines like veins emerge from the scrolls, outlining a path to the Ancient Soulbinding Mage's research lab.

"Obviously, it's a trap. It is likely that these maps were spread by the Soulbinder mage himself, with the aim of luring more people to his lab. ”

With just one pipe in his mouth, the steampunk half-lich who looked exactly like the famous detective said exactly, "Although I don't know much about the origin of the Soulbinder Mage, after your description, I can roughly guess that this kind of spellcaster is somewhat similar to a sorcerer.

Crafting a Synth is only a means of exploring the mysteries of the Mysteries, not an end goal.

The fact that the Desert Elves were able to find a production nest in the map-marked laboratory that would be used to breed Blazing Shadowmons in large numbers was in itself a trap to do what they wanted.

And this painstaking act of setting a trap shows his current predicament - the soulbinder mage should be very weak at the moment, and even have to use tricks to lure some people to go on treasure hunting, and then try to turn it into his puppet, or even a resurrection carrier. ”

Sneijder's words did wake up Quiss, "Ants bully tigers, stubborn rocks beat King Kong" This kind of situation is not common in the multiverse. A few ordinary warriors of the Desert Elf tribe were able to escape their lives from the countermeasures of a powerful spellcaster's research lab?

Come on, they're not the protagonists of the story.

The only explanation that makes sense is that the ancient soul-binding mage wanted to cast a long line to catch a big fish, so he deliberately released the water.

And this is good news for Queth and his party, just like the ogre blacksmith used to say that he learned out of nowhere: "An axe is not sharpened, it can only be counted as a stick." ”

Following the route marked on the map, the distance between Coptic City and the research lab that had been set up as a trap by the Soulbinder mage was not that far. From the city in the middle of the desert, it takes about three days to reach the target location with the strength of the sand rhino's feet.

It's just that this route passes through the area controlled by the Sashan tribe in the middle, and most caravans will choose to take a detour to avoid the desert elf tribe that has been dragged down like hungry wolves by the long tribal war.

But for the "caravan" of Quis, it was not too much trouble. In fact, the young blue dragon and the half-lich who were in charge of leading the way didn't even think about it.

The sand dunes grew taller and taller the farther away from civilization, as if the surface of the storm-ravaged sea had suddenly frozen, reflecting the golden light of the eternal blazing sun.

Originally, merchants in the desert rarely chose to travel during the day, and the terrifying heat would accelerate the consumption of drinking water they carried. Most of the time, they choose to stay day and night, relying on their tents to withstand the scorching sun during the day. Of course, if there is an oasis not far ahead, a short and rapid march during the day is acceptable.

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