Lower Dark Regions.

Although he had already been mentally prepared, but from Varro's mouth to determine the position he was in now, Tang Sen sighed slightly.

It seems that there is still a long way to go before you want to leave the Dark Regions and return to Neverwinter.

He was now more interested in the prestigious bard, best-selling author in front of him.

"I thought that a writer like you, even if he was based on material, would not go to the lower levels of the dark region, and with your erudition, you should know that this place is probably not friendly to the people of the earth."

"My original plan was to wander around the upper dark realms, disguised as a merchant, to explore Morsoblay, the largest city of the Drow Elves, which you know, is full of mystical elixirs, delicious mushrooms, grotesque mounts, and most importantly, entertainment."

Speaking of this, he smiled: "Adventurers are very curious about the extravagant life of the drow elves, and I must be on the ground to be able to describe all this truthfully." ”

"Obviously, something went wrong with your plan." Townsend sneered.

"That's right." The smile on Varro's face suddenly disappeared, and he said dejectedly: "As soon as I entered the dark region, I was directly caught by the gray dwarves, and I was expecting them to help me sell to Mosoblay City, saving me time tossing on the road, but I didn't expect this group of unlucky people to encounter a spirit-sucking monster by chance." ”

"There is no doubt that these gray dwarves were manipulated by the power of psionic energy, and they went directly to the spirit-absorbing city of Olindor in the middle of the dark region."

He waved his arms exaggeratedly, "I don't want to go to that place, at least not yet, I have no plans to write a Guide to the City of Olindor." ”

"So, on the way, I used my vast knowledge and clever mind to escape from the hands of the Spirit Sucker."

"Then I got lost and accidentally fell into a cave. By the time I could react, I found myself in the lower Dark Realms. ”

"The next thing is to be chased by various monsters and finally attacked by an eye-eyed demon, but fortunately you saved me."

After talking about his experience, he asked, "Mr. Tang, you don't look like an adventurer. So, why are you here? ”

He added: "Of course, if it's privacy, I beg your pardon. ”

"No, I also just came to the Dark Realm because of a spell accident, and I even knew from your mouth that this is the lowest level." Townsend Road.

"Got the wrong node when you cast the teleportation spell?" Varro said sympathetically: "Then your luck is indeed very bad, and you teleported directly to the most dangerous place in Faerun." ”

"If we have a chance to get out of here, I'll introduce you to a friend who, for my sake, will be willing to instruct you in your knowledge of spells."

Such a blunt use of the word "guidance" is a rather presumptuous thing for a spellcaster, but Varro is confident that since the other party knows him, he must also know who his friend is.

"If I could ask Mr. Ilminster for advice, of course I wouldn't ask for it." Tang Sen said this very face-savingly.

Ilminster, like a thunderous name.

In the hearts of the people of Ferron, he is perhaps the most powerful spellcaster alive, and the chosen one of the goddess of magic, Mystra.

By the way, according to the secret information that Tang Sen knew, the Varro in front of him was also related to the Goddess of Magic, and this guy was one of the anchors of the Goddess of Magic's magic net, which is also the reason why this guy was obviously very weak, but he was safe and sound after so many years of death.

As for what is a magic anchor - the goddess of magic is a "high-risk" profession, between the fear that one day the goddess of magic will be killed for a strange reason, resulting in the failure of the magic net, and the tragedy of the Netherrell period will occur, and the divinity of the goddess of magic will be assigned to some people or things, which is equivalent to giving the magic net a safe backup.

This is one of the reasons why Townsend is interested in Varro.

Although he couldn't perceive the divinity belonging to the goddess of magic in the other party's body - after all, a demigod like himself who didn't even have a godhead, the gap between himself and the goddess of magic whose divine power spread across the multiverse was too big.

However, this is undoubtedly an opportunity to explore the power of the gods.

Of course, Varro couldn't see what Townsend was thinking, and he was obviously glad to be able to meet a spellcaster who seemed to be very capable in such a dangerous place, so he happily invited, "Since we have the same purpose, if you don't mind, can you join me in finding a way out of the Dark Realm?" ”

"Of course, as a price for helping me, when I return to the surface, I will definitely give you a satisfactory reward."

"It's just helping each other, and I need the help of Mr. Varro's erudition." Townsend said modestly, "Let's get out of here first, if Mr. Varro remembers the way he came back, we can find a way to the middle level." ”

"Trust my memory." Varro said this, and ran a few steps quickly, picking up the piece of meat he had just thrown out.

"My special decoy has a strong attraction to ordinary monsters, and then I can take the opportunity to escape."

Although his strength is weak, Varro has walked Ferron for so many years, and he still has his own set.

"Then if you carry this thing with you, isn't it easier to be attacked by the monsters around you?" Townsend asked with a smile.

Of course, he knows that the other party must have a way to prevent this, but it is just to give the other party a chance to perform, this is the use of language arts, and in the process of the other party showing himself, the relationship between the two people is easily brought closer.

Sure enough, Varro patted the waist bag on his waist very proudly and said, "This is also specially made to block the smell of bait." ”

He flipped the piece of meat in his hand and said, "I'm not stupid enough to run around with this thing. ”

As he spoke, a black cloak fell quickly above his head.

The cloak made no sound at all, and even the churning air was so faint that Varro didn't feel anything unusual above his head until he was completely close, obscuring the light of the moss on the wall next to him.

"Oops!"

Only then did Varro realize the danger, but in front of these top hunters in the lower dark regions, his reaction was completely inadequate, and the cloak had completely unfolded its body, and at this time, its hideous body was completely presented in front of the two of them.

It looked like a manta ray, but hidden beneath its cloak-like body was a monstrous mouth full of fangs, red eyes just above the fangs, and a menacing whip-like bony tail behind it.

"It's a dormant hypocrite!"

Varro screamed, but he quickly realized that he didn't have a chance to speak out.

This monstrous monster was suspended less than ten centimeters above his head, but it seemed to be frozen, motionless.

(End of chapter)