Reining his thoughts, Wren looked at the tunnels shrouded in a dim glow.

The light came from the moss clinging to the rock wall in the tunnel, allowing Wren to barely see thirty feet around him.

Ugly, twisted rock walls, tunnels leading to distant and unknown places, pillars of stone that support them, and simple patterns carved into the tunnels.

These motifs have weathered the passage of time, but they are barely recognizable as depicting dwarves and dwarf miners at work.

Wren frowned, gave up the idea of exploring deeper alone, turned around and pulled the rope hard.

In the middle of the pit, the Rock Crusher brothers, whose patience was gradually being worn out, suddenly set their eyes on the ropes tied to the rock pillars.

The rope tensed instantly, and then whipped against the almost vertical rock wall.

"Smack!"

A crunch suddenly sounded in the empty cavern.

The two couldn't help but perk up.

Then came the second and third tones......

The rope whipped against the rock wall ten times before he regained his composure.

According to the agreement between the guy named "Sri" and them, as long as he landed safely, he would use the rope to send a signal to them that it would take for the rope to descend to the bottom of the pit.

One ring is one second.

"Ten seconds...... It's a pretty deep mine. ”

The corners of Rock Crusher Thorin's mouth grinned, and he said in a deep voice:

"Werther, you go down the rope first, watch that human boy, and don't let him be clever. I went down afterwards as well. ”

"Brother, don't worry, if he dares to do any tricks, the dagger in my hand doesn't know him!"

Rock Breaker Werther nodded with a sneer, grabbed the rope in his right hand, rolled over, and slid down to the bottom of the pit.

Soon, the rope moved again, three short and one long, which was the signal that the brothers used to confirm each other's safety.

Rock Breaker Thorin relented, grabbed the rope, and quickly descended, soon reaching the bottom of the pit.

His eyes swept over and saw his brother nodding slightly at him, and he was relieved.

It seems that this human cannon fodder didn't use any crooked brains, and he could use it for a while longer, at least let him die where he should die.

Seeing the two gray dwarves coming to the bottom of the pit one after another, Wren shrugged his shoulders and asked:

"So, two dwarven brothers, there are so many mines, which way should we go?"

In the professional matter of prospecting, prospecting, mining, and mining, even if ten humans are tied together, they are not as good as dwarves and dwarf subspecies.

Seeing Wren ask, Rock Breaker Thorin glanced around, only to see that there were many passages around the pit leading to the distance, and there were even a few half-excavated dead ends.

He looked down to see about twenty skeletons in decaying armor scattered around the pit, some dwarves and some humans.

As for the skeletons with long canine teeth, they were clearly from wild creatures like jackals.

After a moment's thought, Rock Crusher Werther pointed to one of the mines.

"Go this way. Werther, you're scouting. Sri: yes, you're ahead of me. ”

It would be a great irresponsibility to let Sri, a human with no dim vision, continue to take the lead in this dangerous mine, for the lives of their two brothers.

That being the case, it is better to let your own brother walk in the front.

After all, loiters still have great advantages in stealth, reconnaissance, etc.

As for the unstable factor of the human brat......

Hehe, this guy is caught between his two brothers, what kind of flowers can he play?

Wren shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

At this time, he really didn't have much heart to do things.

In his plan, if he wants to rid the pit of evil, he will need the help of these two grey dwarf brothers from the Evil Camp of Order.

Well, he's only in charge of the final harvest.

Not only the evil in the mines, but also these two "dear" dwarven brothers.

In this way, under their own secret ghosts, the three of them cautiously touched the depths of the mine.

After passing through the dilapidated guardhouse and killing a wandering ghost, the group of three came to a row of decaying houses.

The four low houses were fenced, and at the entrance hung a dusty plaque with barely visible handwriting.

"This is the miner's barracks, and it is estimated that there will be a lot of valuable things in it."

Rock Breaker Werther, who had scouted the circle, whispered when he returned.

"I didn't notice anything in there."

"Nice news, isn't it?"

Rock Crusher Thorin smiled silently.

"Let's go, let's see, there's something valuable in here!"

"Wait!"

Wren, who hadn't said much along the way, suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Werther, are you really sure there are no creatures in there?"

His instincts were a reminder that there was danger in these houses!

Seeing this human kid questioning himself, Rock Breaker Witt was furious.

He's been looking at this kid for a long time!

Unexpectedly, he hadn't found trouble with the other party, but the other party shot at him first.

Rock Crusher Werther grinned, showed a cruel grin, forced the anger in his heart, and said through gritted teeth:

"Am I going to hurt my brother?"

Wren smiled "hehe", gave the other party a big back of his head, looked up at the top of the dark mine, whistled in a low voice, and muttered:

"Who knows what you think, I'm not some shapeshifter......"

(PS: Shapeshifters have the supernatural ability of [Mind Detection].) ）

"You kid......"

Looking at the other party's provocative appearance, Rock Crusher Werther almost blew his lungs in anger. His chest rose and fell, and he looked at Wren like an angry beast.

"Alright." After briefly calming his brother's emotions, Rock Breaker Thorin looked at Wren with a warning in his eyes.

"Mr. Sri, are you saying that there is danger in these houses?"

"Yes, my dwarven brother!"

Wren accentuated the word "maybe", and then frowned:

"My instincts tell me that if I go into it and search it rashly, it might be dangerous."

A highly sentient presence in humans?

Hearing Wren's words, Rock Crusher Thorin's brow furrowed slightly.

The perception of the dwarf race is generally not high, and the perception of adult dwarves is generally between 9 and 10 points, which is considered to have just reached the passing line.

Wren's 15-point perception is that if it is among the dwarves, it is appropriate to be cultivated as a priest's seed.

Stopping his brother from speaking, Rock Crusher Thorin's expression became serious.

"Since Mr. Sri said so, can I trouble you to investigate again?"

"We are grasshoppers on a rope, helping you is helping myself."

Wren smiled and nodded, and the cat bent over to the house.

Seeing that his brother was still about to speak, Rock Breaker Thorin said softly:

"There's nothing wrong with being careful, as for that guy, we have time."

Following his instincts, Wren cautiously reached the front of a house, and gently opened the door with a piece of rubble he had picked up, revealing a gap.

Wren pressed his ear to the crack in the door, listening to the sound of the room.

In the silence, the subtle crunching and cracking sounds in the house were amplified several times over.

Hearing this familiar voice, Wren's heart sank, and he hurriedly looked inside through the gap.

A few old stone beds were neatly arranged along the corners, and a rusty iron brazier filled with coal was placed in the center.

Around the brazier were the skeletons of dwarves with shattered armor.

Looking at the three gray-and-white figures crouching among the skeletons, searching for them and chewing, Wren muttered in his heart.

It turned out to be them!

Ghoul!

These abominable undead can be found in graveyards, battlefields, or other places filled with dead bodies. They will lurk in any area with a strong corpse odor, attacking unsuspecting creatures.

The ghoul has the appearance of a human, a deformed child with a rickety back, arms hanging above the knees, and a pair of jet-black claws that can easily cut open corpses and grab internal organs to feast on.

The corpses eaten by ghouls do not provide it with any nutrients, but they are still forced by their endless hunger to devour them.

Glancing at the three ghouls who were constantly searching for food among the corpses, Wren quietly retreated.

The main force in this battle should not be him.

He's just a little warrior who likes to fish.