"Don't pull me so hard!

"Less nonsense, if you want to take a few more ice baths, there is a chance!"

If the farmer in a field happened to be looking into the air at this moment, he might have witnessed such a spectacle: the mage in black robe viciously pulled a dark elf wearing the emblem of the Thieves' Guild from the air, and behind, a demon was trying to speed up to catch up with the mage's figure, but the trembling wings from time to time could clearly tell any spectator that just maintaining the height of his flight was already a difficult task for the demon, after all, with a large orc on his shoulder, it was almost a miracle to be able to fly。

If Archmage Aqiman, who was pulling the slender Dark Elf to cast a flying spell to open the way in front, was only making a slight movement, the demon Amtils, who was carrying a half-orc weighing nearly twice his weight on his shoulder, was moving slowly in the air was a miner in the mine, doing that unbearable physical work.

The mage who put the burden on his boss with the phrase "I can't carry the orc with my strength" was enduring the white eyes of the dark elf Niss, because Niss had expected to be able to follow the demon who was red but at least handsome, and not to fly under the pull of the mage who had just been soaked with the ice water he had just obtained by magic, and the orc enjoyed the feeling of looking down on the earth from the air, after all, the chance of flying in the life of a normal orc was almost zero.

The distance to the dungeon at the foot of the Tor Volcano was already very close, but the archmage's flight speed suddenly increased a lot, and the demons behind looked in the direction of the archmage. It was immediately clear why the mage's face had suddenly changed: the gate of the dungeon that came from the cemetery. At this moment, it is stained with fresh blood!

The muscles and veins of the Dark Knight Salas have long since been returned to the earth. So the blood could not have come from the Dark Knight, and rather than the fact that Goblin Set had allowed the blood of a dark elf to stain the gates, the demons and mages were willing to believe that the goblin's corpse was lying in front of the dungeon's gates.

Thankfully, the idea of the demon and the mage didn't come to fruition right away. The mage landed directly in front of the dungeon's gates as he viciously said threatening words such as "If something happens to the goblins, I'm going to do something to you" to the dark elf thief Ness, who was staring at the bloodstains on the gate. The mage, who was about to break into the dungeon hall by slamming the gate directly, decided to temporarily postpone his rough action when he saw the feet of the corpse of the human warrior exposed in the grass outside the gate.

It's a pity that the landing process of the demon who followed the archmage was unusually smooth. Although he barely achieved the goal of landing on both feet, the weight of the orc on the demon's shoulders became a powerful force at this moment, and with the direction of inertia, the demon crashed towards the dark elf in front of him.

The screams of the dark elves could only be heard all the way to the city of Thor, which was at least a day and a half away. Feeling that most of the ribs in her chest might have been broken, Niss screamed as she involuntarily joined the demons and orcs who continued to be guided forward by inertia.

Archmage Aqiman didn't even have time to scream. The Archmage recalled. At that time, you could feel the feeling of various metal materials being flattened under the hammers of blacksmiths. Archmage Archmage Akiman, who landed on the ground and immediately let go of Ness's hand, accepted the impact of the weight of the orcs, demons, and dark elves without reservation, and spread his hands and feet directly to the gate of the dungeon. "So I'm glad I didn't choose to be a knight or a warrior, so there are probably a few fewer bars of iron in the world that are destined to be smashed under the hammer of a dwarven blacksmith. The Archmage added.

There is no doubt that although the stone gate of the dungeon was stolen from the tomb of a legendary king, that does not mean that the door is capable of withstanding such an impact. So under the collision, the dungeon is in a situation where the door is open. Dark Elf Ness was lying at the only table in the dungeon, looking like she had lost her senses, the demon was pressed against the dark elf's back, her legs kicking and staring like a dying frog, and the orc sat on the demon's back in a daze, as if she couldn't figure it out anyway. How did they smash the rather hard-looking stone gate? As for the mages, at this time, it was like the frescoes. Quietly attached to the door panel of the dungeon.

In the hall of the dungeon, on either side of the only dining table, two people leaned against the stone pillars behind them. Judging from the corpse of the brave man outside the door and the armor on the dining table that he didn't know had been stripped from the unlucky ghost, the dark knight Salas was discussing the value of the armor on the table with Nia, the dark elf standing far away.

"Salas, what are you doing at this time?"

"Nia, why didn't you wait for me and Fugg to arrive before attacking and entering the dungeon?"

The demon asked Salas why he had allowed the Dark Elf mage who was intent on attacking him to enter the dungeon, and pretended to get up from the Dark Elf with ease, while the Dark Elf, who felt as if he had removed the entire Tor volcano in an instant, stood up and sat on the floor. The archmage who was originally attached to the door also slid to the ground silently and lightly at this time. Looking at the demon that had risen from her sister's body, the dark elf mage Nia frowned and put her hands in a strange pose.

"Sister, don't do it now, it seems that we can talk about a little cooperation with this demon lord of the dungeon lord. As she spoke, Niss pulled out a dagger that she didn't know where to hide on her body and cut off the strip of cloth that bound her hands, and the mage had already removed the enhanced magic on the strip of cloth before she set off. Seeing this, the half-orc Fugg who had already stood up as soon as he arrived here easily pulled off the strip of cloth that bound him.

"Cooperation?" Nya, the dark elf mage, clearly had no idea what her sister was talking about.

"Mm-hmm" Ness pulled her sister Nia aside and began muttering something.

At the same time, the demon also came to the Dark Knight's side, and immediately learned from the Dark Knight Salas about the armor that was now lying on the dining table in the dungeon. and how the Dark Elves entered the halls of the dungeon.

It's a battlefield. The black-armoured Death Knights silently raised their spears. Silently send the blessing of the god of war to their leader in front of the faction.

General Seth looked back, and the members of the Holy Knights behind him were waiting for another victory for this world-famous and courageous paladin.

Burdened with the divine blessings of the priests, General Seth stepped forward, but a smile quietly appeared on the faces of the death knights opposite: sure enough, a long arrow was shooting head-on. General Seth hurriedly dodged, and with a "whoosh" sound, an arrow passed by his ear. Straight into the stone wall behind the general......

Stone Wall ???

Seth, who opened his eyes, woke up from the dream of the Grand General of the Holy Knights, staring in amazement at the tail of the arrow fluttering next to his little green head, and in the grass not far ahead, a human archer was putting another long arrow on the bowstring with a look of chagrin, while a burly warrior swung his great sword and rushed in Seth's direction.

"Archers, warriors, and mages and thieves hiding there?" Seth pondered as he looked over, and according to the city's archmage Aqiman, the average human adventurer usually consists of the above four classes.

It turned out that Seth's gaze was just a waste of expression. A vague figure was rapidly approaching Seth along the stone wall, and the mage's location was revealed by the murmur of magic chanting in the grass beside the archer. It was accompanied by a huge fireball, which came in front of Seth in a blink of an eye.

The flames of the fireball baked the skin on Seth's face, and at this moment, Seth's mind was faced with the difficult choice of whether to turn and run first, or ring the small gong next to him to give the alarm, and it was clear that there would not be enough time to complete either choice. Esset's slow movements and the running speed of a rock, as the Dark Knight Salas put it, whether it's a mage's fireball, an archer's next arrow, or a sword's sword in the hands of a speeding warrior, are enough to kill Seth, the weak goblin, with a thief's backstab waiting for him?

Dead, despite his frustration, Seth's brain was working at more than twice the fastest speed since he was born and came up with the answer.

The cruel goddess of fate also occasionally shows her benevolent side.

With a muffled grunt, the thief who fell beneath the stone wall revealed his emaciated form, a hand covered in pitch-black armor grabbed Seth's collar and threw him backwards.

Fireballs exploded across the Dark Knight's shield, a chain of lightning encircled the archers and mages in the grass, and the warrior had a look of horror on his face and trembling feet. These are the last images of a comatose Goblinsette who was thrown against a stone wall before he lost consciousness.

After putting on the armor of roses and becoming the leader of the great Holy Knights, General Seth, the dream of repeating about three and a half times, the little real person, or little monster, Goblin Set, finally woke up.

This is a fairly spacious hall, which is the central hall of this dungeon to which Seth belongs, which doubles as a reception room, a dining hall, a kitchen, a storeroom, a dormitory, a library, and a training room...... The reason why one hall is multi-functional is that the territory that this dungeon has included so far is just this one hall.

Seth, who found himself lying on everyone's dinner table in the middle of the hall, hurriedly jumped to the ground. The sound of the floor apparently did not stop Archmage Aqiman, who was concentrating on reading a book with a heavy blue leather cover in the dim light on the side, and the skeleton horse belonging to the dark knight Salas, who was close to the doorway, only rolled over, stretched and was once again immersed in a date with Hekath, the god of sleep.

The depths of the hall were shrouded in darkness and looked unusually deserted, and the tinkling sound from time to time announced the existence of the owner of the dungeon. Seth jumped down from everyone's dinner table, and the dinging sound came to an end for the time being, and a tall figure walked towards Seth from the darkness. Every time he saw the figure of the demon Amtils, he would make Seth shudder, and this feeling obviously came from the hoe that the demon Amtils was carrying on his shoulder.

Casually reciting a spell that Seth would never have mastered in his lifetime, a bright light appeared in the hand of the demon Amtils. Illuminated by the bright light. Seth seemed to be in the eye of Archmage Aqiman. See a portrait of a disheveled human woman. I don't know if it's from the murals in the hall or the heavy book in Akiman's hand. Aqiman, who noticed Seth staring at his eyes, quickly closed the book in his hand and turned his gaze to the demon Amtils, who was walking in the direction of him and the goblin.

In fact, whether it is a human, a demon, or even any humanoid or non-living being, the demon Amtils can definitely be considered an excellent specimen of a handsome man, and of course this means when he is wearing the black robe of the demon or any slightly neat and clean clothes. The demon with his shirtless body, a pair of tight, tattered half-cut pants and a dirt-stained hoe on his shoulder, could not have attracted any praise for his appearance in any way. It's just that Aqiman's attention was not focused on the demon's appearance, and the archmage's burning gaze seemed to pass through the demon's sturdy and muscular body. Straight into the purse he was carrying around his waist.

"Boss, salary. The archmage's question was only four words, and those four words reminded Goblinsette that he should have a salary of his own. Although the negotiated price was only two copper coins per week, it had not been seen at all since Seth joined the dungeon for three weeks.

"Hey," the demon's laughter smacked of embarrassment. "Is this a question of wages...... Given the recent financial situation in our city......"

The archmage sighed softly, and the hand stretched out from the black robe retracted again. At this moment, I heard the door of the hall rumble, and a figure of a demon no less than a burly man walked into the hall.

Salas, the dark knight in full black armor, came before the crowd. The eyes hidden deep behind the mask reflected the light from the demon's hands as the smoothed out of his breastplate.

"Today's group of adventurers is poorer than yesterday's. Salas opened up.

Hearing this, the demon put down the hoe on his shoulder and spread his hands helplessly: "Then there is no way." I've sold everything I can sell......"

The voice did not fall. The archmage who had been sitting at the dinner table suddenly appeared next to the demon. Aqiman reached out and removed something from the demon's left ear, throwing a few gold coins into his hand. "Bugalladi's earrings. Level 4 magic items, a little old for eight gold coins, get back your four gold coins. The archmage muttered as he flashed to the door.

The earrings next to his ears were stunned by the demon who took them off, and the earrings with a market price of more than thirty gold coins became the motivation for the demon Amtils to hurriedly chase after the archmage who was stepping out the door. Unfortunately, the goblin, who was only as tall as the waist of a tall demon, managed to become a stumbling block at this moment......

Looking at the demon who tripped over Seth, slid nearly ten feet on the ground, and finally smashed a large bag on his head with the hoe he had just put down, the eyes of the Dark Knight Salas seemed to ooze a smile. Smiling and smiling, with the mask covering the expression on his face, Salas slowly stretched out his hand to the demon lying on the ground: "Salary ......"

"Woo...... As the light on the demon's hand went out, the four dots that reflected the dazzling light under the dim oil lamp shifted to the Death Knight's hand. The Dark Knight nodded in satisfaction, turned and walked out the door, and the hall of the dungeon was left with only the dungeon lord demon Amtils lying on the ground with his head in his hands, and the goblin who was being crushed under his feet.

After waking up from the coma, Seth, who still hadn't fully figured out the situation, carefully removed the demon's heavy thigh from his stomach, after all, it was not a comfortable errand to let such a thigh with a weight almost equal to his own rest on his body for a long time, not to mention that Seth had mustered up the courage of a lifetime, ready to make that completely legitimate and justified request to the dungeon lord in front of him, who had no dungeon lord at all, or a dungeon lord who had no face. I saw Seth trying to hold back the uneasiness in his heart, and slowly stretched out his weak little hand to the demon: "Boss, ...... worker"

According to the Dark Knight's account afterwards, there was no doubt that Amtils shouted as loudly as he could as a demon on the spot, and the effect of the sound of the sentence causing the walls in the hall to collapse was roughly equal to the results of the demon's own efforts in the last week.

No one could have imagined how drastically this sentence of the Dungeon Lord would make a huge difference to the lives of the dungeon and its inhabitants, and the only thing that was certain at the moment was that Goblin Set would immediately follow the instructions of the demon and carry it out perfectly, even for the first time in his life, he would complete the task given to him by the Dungeon Lord so perfectly, albeit with the assistance of the demon's feet.

There is only one word in this sentence.

"Get out!"

The demon, whose full name is Amtils Tanari, the master of the dungeon (though he has only one room in the dungeon and four people, including himself), paced in an extremely sluggish manner towards the depths of the hall, where he planned to place his throne in the future. However, at the end of the hall there was only an open space, not to mention the throne studded with gold and precious stones that often appeared in demonic dreams, not even the most basic chair, and the only stool in the hall was sitting quietly at the dining table.

"There were originally three stools in the hall. The dungeon lord began painful memories. (To be continued......)