Archmage Aqiman stared blankly at an oil lamp on the table, the yellowish light scattered on the table, on which was an old, moth-eaten magic book, and Rufa apologized to tell him that there were no more mage-related items in the city of Foe other than this magic book. Drow Elves use the same spells as the elves on the ground, driving all sorts of elemental elves to get the magic they want, unlike the arcane arts mastered by Achiman, magic and staves are useless to drow elves. It was nice enough to find this spell, and the archmage was even happy to learn a few ancient spells from it that he had never heard of before. In addition, the necklace and ruby ring that Aqiman had stored for emergency magic had also returned to him, and he had even taken the time to make a few magic scrolls: although magic herbs were hard to find underground, it was not impossible, especially with the help of Rufa.

In the beginning, Rufa did not participate in the battle against the necromantic army, she was not yet ninety years old, and she was not yet an adult—for the drow elves, she could help Aqiman everywhere he needed, magic, magic herbs, and clothing, but after only three days, Rufa had to put on his armor and pick up his mace to join the battle near the exit of the corridor: in just three days, one of the drow elven families in the city of Foe had been completely wiped out," It was a family second only to ours, and their corpses had now raised their arms and turned against us. As Rufa said this, Aqiman clearly saw a hint of trepidation in her eyes. So Aqiman tightened the scroll system in his hand.

Akiman didn't have all the magic herbs in his hands, so he couldn't make some magic scrolls with special effects, but he was still satisfied with putting a few of the finished scrolls in his pocket. He believed that the scrolls would save his life one day. Especially when the necromantic army is approaching. Then. The door to the room was kicked open.

Rufa Dale rushed straight into the room, followed by two soulbound corpses. Without saying a word, she began to wrap up all the valuable miscellaneous items in the room, including the archmage Aqiman, who was not yet able to walk, and Rufa wrapped the archmage in a sheet and carried it on his back, while the rest of the clutter was handed over to the two soul-bound corpses.

"Wait, Rufa. You're leaving me breathless, what the hell is going on?" the Archmage had the aroma of Rufa in his nose, and he didn't know how to struggle at all for a while.

"I don't have time to talk to you slowly. The city of Foe was almost overwhelmed by the undead. Only the Darles were left fighting, and Sister Meta had already sided with the lich, but she didn't do it voluntarily. Rufa adjusted the position of the archmage on her back, leaving the archmage free of his hand: "We have to go to Duran City to seek protection from other families, and the opponent is not the Drow Elf!" As she spoke, Rufa rushed out without looking back, and this was the first time the archmage had left this room in these days. Outside the window of the next room where the archmage lived, it seemed to be on fire, and in the light of the fire the archmage noticed that there was a cloak on the bed in this room, the same one that Rufa had given him that day, and that Rufa took it back and said that this style was not suitable for Aqiman, who was not a follower of the goddess Rolls. And the next moment, the window was smashed from the outside. Several skeletons, clad in tattered armor, leapt into the room, raised their scimitars and swords and charged towards Rufa's side.

That might have been Rufa's bedroom. The archmage wasn't sure, but he knew that it was at least in the center of the city of Foe, and that the Necromantic army of Gyeth had already begun to break through the drow elves' defenses. Without hesitation, the two Soulbound Corpses swung their hammers and scimitars, respectively, only to dismantle all the skeletons that had jumped into the room in an instant, but more skeletons appeared outside the window, "Don't fight, we won't be able to leave." Aqiman whispered to Rufa, who knew this, whistled and rushed out of the house with two soul-bound corpses.

The cries of battle of the drow elves came from all directions, and the dazzling light of the fire illuminated the town beneath the ground, and countless necromantic creatures roamed everywhere, and Rufa did not hesitate to turn and rush out of the city, behind which in addition to the two soulbound corpses that followed her, there were also a large number of zombies and skeletons.

"Don't look back, they can't catch up. Aqiman whispered, assessing the capacity of his body and preparing for the spell he was about to cast, in fact, even if the archmage didn't say anything, Rufa would never have the idea of looking back, and that would be suicide. The Drow Elf ran across a thick patch of grass with the Archmage on his back and two Soulbound Corpses, and the Archmage was finally ready for the first spell he wanted to cast.

The archmage chanted the incantation in his mouth and gently sprinkled a handful of shimmering phosphorus powder into the grass in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, a raging wall of fire rose in the grass, and countless weeds near the wall of fire were also ignited, and the flames began to spread in the grass. The light and heat behind her gave Rufa a rough idea of what was going on, and she tightened the archmage on her back and quickened her pace with the two soulbound corpses: "Oh, Aqiman, I don't think you know this is Mistress Vona's favorite dark herb bush......"

A groan of pain followed from Aqiman's mouth, not because the ruined grass was Mistress Vona's favorite, but because he knew the value of dark vanilla: the wall of fire he cast had probably burned thousands of gold coins, and he had not been able to pull up a few before setting the fire. Akiman gazed sadly at the dark herb bushes, and then saw countless figures rushing into the confines of the wall of fire and then falling, and the undead spirits who should have feared the flames pursued desperately at the behest of the Lich Quiys.

Rufa rushed up a stone grain, perhaps the ridge of an underground mountain range, and it seemed like another suitable place to cast magic, and the incantation in Aqiman's mouth was repeated. A small piece of butter fell from the archmage's hand and spread out, revealing a film of oil on the ground behind Rufa, and a large number of undead creatures that had crossed the wall of fire rushed to the ground and stepped on it. A chaotic sound rang out behind Rufa as the skeletons collided with each other and fell to the ground, scattering into piles of bones, and the zombies sliding down the ridge, many of them crashing into their companions' weapons. This state of affairs remained until Rufa rushed into a cave with the archmage on his back.

The entrance to this cave is very small. Rufa had to carefully lower herself and walk in. Before the archmage reached the cave, the archmage stopped Rufa and told him to put a curtain on the cave before the necromancy could catch up.

"Curtains? are you crazy, putting curtains at the entrance of the cave at this time?" Rufa listened incredulously to Aqiman's explanation, and then, a curtain made of cloak appeared at the mouth of the small cave.

Half a day later, Rufa and Archmage Aqiman met the Vona Mistress and several other Drow warriors of the Darle family outside Duran.

"Who—who set the fire in the dark herbs I love?" cried Mistress Vona, her hair bent several times as if burned by the flames. You know how much thought I put into that dark vanilla......"

Rufa pointed to the Archmage, who was resting under a large underground tree, and Mistress Vona had nothing to say but to pursue another matter.

"So, who sprinkled oil on the ridge and broke my right hand?" said Mistress Vona, who had few scars on her body, except for her heavily bandaged right hand. "Rufa, you know that doing so will threaten the ...... of us who will come later."

Rufa continued to point at the archmage, who began to cover his face with a magic book, and Mistress Vona stared at him with her terrible eyes and gritted teeth.

"So. Who put such a hard curtain on the entrance of the cave that I, your mistress, who wanted to kick it open, broke my left foot?" She was leaning on a crutch that was obviously improvised and looked wolf-bèi: "Rufa, you know that the cave is the nearest ...... to Duran City"

Rufa pointed at the archmage, who smiled apologetically and stretched out his hands to Mistress Vona as he cast a sealing spell on the curtain at the entrance of the cave, making the curtain harder than the stone door.

"Great Goddess Rolles, please agree that I will kill this mage!" Mistress Vonna's wail resounded through the dark underworld.

It has been snowing heavily for many days, and the entire Thor, except for the crater at the top, the rest of the city, whether it is a dungeon or a half-orc village, has been covered with a thick layer of snow, if you look at the Tor volcano from a distance, you will see the white snow all over the mountain, the red crater on the top of the mountain, and the white smoke rising from the crater, which is the snow that has evaporated before approaching the lava lake in the crater.

Morgan the Grey Dwarf had moved into the halls of the dungeon, and although he hated the stonework of the dungeon gates, he would never have killed him in the face of the poor stonework, but the cold outside, including in the cave where he had lived, was enough to turn the old Grey Dwarf into a fossil after a winter.

It's always warm in the dungeon. This is thanks to the huge fireplace in the dungeon hall and the never-extinguishing flame in the fireplace, which provides warmth, hot water, and heated food to everyone in the hall, and the only thing it asks for is firewood. After the last time she stood outside the door and froze, the demon no longer dared to instruct the priestess Ada to go out to collect firewood, even if Ada occasionally left the dungeon hall to go out for a walk or to breathe, the demon would open the door of the dungeon from time to time so as not to see her pitiful appearance again. Now the person in charge of going out to collect firewood every day is the dungeon lord himself. The Dark Elf says she's a woman and deserves preferential treatment, and the Grey Dwarf tells the demon to count her age and figure out who should pick up the firewood in the snow. The goblin and the demon went to collect firewood together, which was much less efficient than usual, because the goblin was dragging a large pile of firewood on the road so slow that he was frozen and unconscious, and the demon had to drop half of the firewood he was carrying and carried back to the dungeon with the goblin.

On the other hand, the dungeon lord himself has his own reasons for having to go out every day, mainly because of the orc village. Under such a heavy snowstorm, it was almost impossible to find any prey except for the hibernating bears, but the food stored in the orc village was accidentally burned by the Red Dragon Caesar when he burned the invaders. The wind and snow for several days have consumed most of the remaining food in the orc village, and if the current situation continues, the orcs in the village basically do not have much chance to see spring. In fact, not only the orc village, but also the food supply in the hall of its own dungeon is not optimistic. But in the days when she could still hunt, the dark elf Ness had stored a lot of food. As long as it doesn't go too far, a few people in the hall won't starve to death this winter.

The demon let out a breath of heat in the wind and snow, and then felt a thin layer of ice stick to his face, and the demon Amtils, who grew in the abyssal demon domain full of lava, still couldn't adapt to such cold weather. He only felt that his feet were numb, and he couldn't stretch his wings behind him no matter what. The demon quickened his pace, and his destination was a small grass hut in front of him.

This small hut is very poorly built, but it is very sturdy, built on the upper reaches of the frozen creek that runs through the orc village. Without hesitation, the demon pushed open the door of the hut, rushed in as fast as he could, and closed the door, and the inside and outside were two worlds, and although the temperature inside was quite low, there was no cold wind outside. A figure in a bear's skin sat on the ground in a hut, staring intently at the ice of the river in front of him, and the orc Fugg had made a few holes in the ice, and the fish caught from the ice had been the main food of the inhabitants of the orc village recently.

"How's it going to be today, Fuge?" the demon rubbed his hands together, wishing he had the fire-breathing skills of a red dragon so that he could spew a ball of fire to warm his hands.

"It's all pretty much the same. Anyway, no one should starve to death today. "Fugg is a bit listless, and sitting here and waiting for the fish to take the bait on their own is not for the character of an orc.

The demon didn't say much, and directly took out a large piece of roast meat from a pocket hanging beside him, and gently placed it next to the orc: "Today's is mountain dog meat, I think the taste is okay." ”

The orc frowned, "Can't go on like this, right?" Demon, how many days have you not eaten?"

"I forgot, I didn't count. The demon relented, pulling up a fishing rod, and a small fish as thick as the devil's finger dangled on the hook. "I am a demon, and demons cannot die of hunger. Don't forget that. The demon threw the fish into his mouth: "Besides, I have something to eat." ”

"It's such a little fish. How many will it take to fill your stomach?" the orc looked at the demon, calculating to himself. "They don't know what's going on here, do they?" said the orcs were the other inhabitants of the dungeon halls.

"Uh......" The demon was speechless for a moment, and had to settle down before whispering, "I think they may have guessed it." Recently, the meat that has been distributed to me has been very large, and I have seen that they eat very little of their own. ”

The orcs lowered their heads and stared blankly at the non-moving fishing rods: "Why is this the case, can't we find a place to live well?"

The demon's hand rested on the orc's shoulder: "It's okay, it's all the fault of the humans." You'll get through it, trust your dungeon master. I'll bring the meat again tomorrow. ”

The door of the dungeon was slammed open and then slammed shut, and the demon dropped the wood behind him and rushed straight to the fireplace, never knocking on the door and never waiting for someone to open it for him, so he would never be frozen outside the door. The demon suddenly sensed the gaze of the others, and turned his head to find that everyone was already looking at him with a concerned gaze.

"What's wrong with you?" the demon put on a hippie smile, "No matter how you look at it, I won't become a barbecue." It's the priest, hehe......" The demon grinned and added his lips, and Pastor Ada froze and seemed to want to scream again. The demon hurriedly added, "Just kidding, we can't even eat our own food." ”

"Really, really?" Ida couldn't get used to the demon saying he was going to eat her joke at every turn, "But Ness, they say, the orcs seem to be ......"

"Uh......" The demon quickly shifted his gaze to other places so as not to look at the others, "Actually......"

"Actually, what? there's no food over there, isn't it?" Ness jumped up and walked directly to the demon, "You haven't eaten for the past few days, but you've taken your rations to the orcs, haven't you?"

The demon stepped back, trying to read her thoughts from the dark elf's face, "No! I've eaten ......."

"So, where are the bones of the pheasant that you divided yesterday?" Am, did you eat all the bones with you?" asked the dark elf, reluctantly.

"Okay, okay, what if I don't eat?" the demon spread his hands: "Anyway, I'm a demon who can't starve to death, but if my people, the orcs in the dungeon, starve to death, who will pay me taxes?"

"But it's not a long-term solution, besides, how many orcs can you eat with one serving?" the gray dwarf who was sitting next to him also spoke.

"Probably, I can divide it into three or four ......," the demon calculated, and then suddenly remembered one of his original thoughts: "Let's not talk about this first, I want to discuss it with you, I'm going to go out for a few days." ”

"Where are you going, Mr. Amtils?" the goblin said.

"Go to the city of Thor to see if I can buy some food and come back. The demon pulled out a pocket from his side and placed it on the table, and the dark elf lifted it in his hand, finding it very heavy. "There's some gold here, I got it from Old Man Long. I wanted to buy something to eat, and it's not a good idea to just eat barbecue all winter. ”

"That's a good idea, but I think your plans should change a little. Ness thought for a moment, then continued, "I should have been the one who went to Thor. ”

"You?" Demons, gray dwarves, goblins, and priests speak in unison.

"Of course it's me. Morgan was too old, and the goblins couldn't hold much. Ada, I'm afraid you'll freeze outside the door along with the food you've brought back. Ness looked at the demon, "As for you, Am, after all, you are the master of this place, and you have to visit the red dragon and the orcs from time to time." (To be continued......)