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After searching in the Manticore Valley for a whole day and confirming that nothing of value had been missed, Yang Ling withdrew the army of demonic beasts that blocked the entrance to the valley. According to the memories of the Thousand-Faced Phantom Marten and the Manticore King, the pen is www.biquge.info from the path deep in the valley to the entrance of the dungeon.

After waiting for more than a day, the mercenaries and adventurers were already eager to see through the withdrawal of the army of demonic beasts blocking the valley, and they rushed in one by one, scattering in all directions to search. But soon, they were disappointed.

"Shit, there's not even a single hair!"

"There is not even a piece of inferior spar left, it is cleaner than a dog gnawing, it is better to search the fork outside!"

After taking a turn in the Manticore Valley, the people gritted their teeth in anger, but they didn't expect to wait for so long but they couldn't find even a piece of the worst quality spars, and they were so depressed that they almost vomited blood. Although they had been prepared for a long time, they never expected Yang Ling to search so cleanly and shave so thoroughly!

Curse and curse, but no one is stupid, and soon, the mercenaries and adventurers find a path to the dungeon. After striding wildly, he soon followed Yang Ling and his party from a distance.

Through the tortuous path, Yang Ling led his army to a wide underground plain. The light was dim, the rocks were dense, the hills were undulating, and from time to time I could see streams of red tumbling magma and black smoke, and the air was filled with a feeling of dryness and heat. When I looked up, the sky was gray, and I didn't know how deep it was from the ground.

In the middle of the square, there is a hill-like head statue, with eyes, nose and ears faintly visible. The eyes were pitch black, but no matter which angle you looked at, you could feel that the statue was looking at you coldly, which was extremely strange. The mouth is wide open, and at a glance it is bottomless, according to the memory of the Manticore King, this bottomless pit mouth is the entrance to the dungeon.

Looking at the bottomless dungeon entrance, Yang Ling always had a bad premonition. Looking at the mercenaries and adventurers swarming behind him, he had an idea and commanded everyone to camp at the bottom of a small hill, allowing the mercenaries to rush to the plain to search.

"My lord, there are abundant resources here, we had better send an expedition to search as soon as possible!"

Looking at the mercenaries and adventurers who were excitedly plunging into the plains, and listening to their excited cries one after another, the fox clan elders were eager to lead people out immediately. The things he picked up along the way, especially the harvest in the Manticore Valley, greatly stimulated his nerves. Before he came, he could never have imagined that there were so many good things scattered in the cave.

"Hehe, following us for so long, there is no merit and hard work, it's time for them to earn a handful!" Looking at the mercenaries and adventurers who were going farther and farther away without knowing whether to live or die, and then looking at the anxious fox clan elders, Yang Ling smiled faintly, and then said: "If we have money to earn together, we can't let the people who follow us drink the northwest wind, and they can't even earn back the travel expenses!"

Although it was not clear for a moment what the danger was, Yang Ling trusted his instincts, and this seemingly calm plain definitely contained great danger. Since the mercenaries and adventurers don't know whether they are alive or dead, he is naturally happy to have someone to experiment with the little white rabbit.

Have money to earn together?

Hearing Yang Ling say this, the Fox Clan Elder almost fainted. If Yang Ling was really as generous as he said, he would not have sent the Demon Beast army to guard the entrance of the Manticore Lion Valley, blocked the mercenaries and adventurers outside, and made a fortune himself. However, since he had already said so, he had no choice but to give up.

After commanding everyone to set up camp, Yang Ling sent horned bee beasts and scouts to investigate the situation in the plains, but found nothing suspicious except for the tumbling magma and things such as crystals and gems scattered on the ground. There wasn't a single monster, and it seemed safer than in the fork.

Could it be that he is suspicious?

After discovering that the mercenaries and adventurers had gained a lot through the horned bee beast, Yang Ling's heart was shaken, and several times he almost ordered the fox clan elders and Gude and others to lead people to set off to collect the treasures scattered on the plain before the mercenaries and adventurers. However, after weighing it several times, he still forcibly endured the tempting thoughts.

"Hey, what's that?"

Just when he was wondering, suddenly, a group of people suddenly appeared on a fork in the road not far away. At the head was a group of knights in heavy armor, followed by a group of magicians and archers. Among them, there is a white-robed magician who is particularly eye-catching. Yang Ling looked at it intently, it was none other than the white-robed cardinal of the Holy See who he met in the valley that day.

The leading papal knights were covered in blood, and many of them were wrapped in gauze to stop bleeding, and the magicians and archers behind them were no exception. Some of them staggered and leaned against the stone wall to catch their breath after a few steps, and some of the wounds were still oozing blood, frowning and snorting from time to time, as if they had just experienced a fierce battle.

All roads lead to Rome?

There are countless large and small forks in the labyrinthine cave, and Yang Ling, who has scurried around in the main forks and provoked a bloody storm, knows better than anyone else. Looking at the Holy See army rushing out, he didn't have to think much to understand that there was also a small path leading to the mysterious plain in front of him in the fork where the other party was located, and the Holy See was like this, and the fork where the other forces were located should be no exception.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the Orcs, the Dark Society, the Angus Family, and the Barrymore Family to come out of different paths one after another. Like the Holy See, many of them were covered in blood and seemed to have just experienced a great war.

After hiding his figure in a few chaotic stones, Yang Ling coldly inspected the ranks of various forces and secretly estimated their strength.

The Holy See has the strongest lineup, whether it is a knight in heavy armor or a magician with a magic wand in his hand, all of them are far stronger than ordinary people. Just one white-robed cardinal made other forces dare not act rashly.

If there are simply more than people, the Angus family is undoubtedly unmatched. This time, they sent a total of more than a hundred necromancers, each summoning dozens of zombies, skeletons, and monsters to fight, so that the lineup was the largest. Although many zombies and skeletons only have simple weapons, their strength should not be underestimated.

Under the command of Elder Cruyff, the Dark Knights and Wizards quickly lined up on the plain, and at a glance they were all battle-hardened elites.

There were four black-robed old men beside Elder Cruyff, and even though they were separated by a long distance, Yang Ling could still clearly feel the fluctuations in the magic power in their bodies. If you guess correctly, their strength is on par with Elder Cruyff!

Although the number of orcs is small, only about 200 people, each samurai is more than three meters long, armed with a huge heavy axe or sharp bayonet spear, and his eyes are bloodthirsty and red, and he knows at a glance that they are violent machines that kill people without blinking. In addition, there are dozens of priests holding crystal skull staffs, which, despite being silent, give a feeling of extreme danger.

Of all the forces, the Barrymore family, which had the smallest number of people, was the most mysterious, each wearing a black cape, a black cloak on his head, and a half-man-long starry sky sword each.

Even though there were only a few dozen people, it gave people an icy feeling, as if each one of them was a top-notch assassin. The samurai of the other forces were more or less covered in scarlet blood and gasping for breath, but a few dozen of them were uneventful.

After a short rest, the Holy See took the lead and strode towards the statue in the middle of the plain. When the other forces saw it, they were not willing to be reluctant, and they strode to follow.

Seeing that the major forces began to move, the mercenaries and adventurers who followed behind them hesitated for a moment, and then followed, even the guys who were searching everywhere on the plains were no exception. Of course, there are also some people who hesitate, near the small hill where Yang Ling is located, there is such a small mercenary group.

Looking at the gray sky, and then at the rolling red magma around him, a middle-aged mercenary in shabby armor said, "Brothers, I always think that statue is weird, or you better go back as soon as possible." Anyway, picking up so many high-quality spars and gemstones, saving a little is enough for us to spend more than ten years, or even decades!"

"Hmph, there are so many treasures outside, what else is there inside the dragon ruins?" A big man carrying an axe snorted coldly, and then said to the middle-aged mercenary: "Bucky, if you want to go, go quickly, if you retreat at the critical moment, don't blame the brother for being polite!"

"Okay, stop arguing, keep up!"

After tying up the package stuffed behind their backs, the mercenaries strode forward, closely following the many big forces. The middle-aged mercenary named Bucky shook his head and strode after him with a long sword that was missing a few gaps.

There were still a lot of demonic beasts in the fork behind him, and without the assistance of his teammates, he couldn't get out safely even if he retreated. In this way, I had to reluctantly keep up.

The major forces moved quickly, and soon arrived near the stone sculpture in the middle of the plain. However, just as they were about to rush in, suddenly, there was an earth-shattering roar in the air. Suddenly, the red magma on the plain tumbled violently, and the ground shook like an earthquake.

"It's not good, it's a black dragon, quick, form a formation!"

"Black Dragon Cliff, oh my God, it's actually Black Dragon Cliff!

Just when Yang Ling was puzzled, the people near the stone sculpture made a sensation, pointing to the gray sky and shouting. Under their guidance, Yang Ling found that at some point, a large faint stone wall appeared in the air opposite!

(To be continued)