Although the demon travels in the form of a transformer, there are many races in Onyx City and even in the entire Holy Asserr Empire that can recognize the true identity of the demon, and there are many celestial creatures among them. After all, most races don't take the initiative to attack necromancers who symbolize darkness and death, but for demons, many races will draw their swords directly once they are recognized, which is why demons have to bring out archmages.

Archmage Aqiman and Mage Nya from the Thieves' Guild never talked much, and along the way, Ness, the thief was the only one pestering the Archmage to learn the secrets of the Archmage's magic and his origins. However, no magician in the world would tell anyone else about his magic secrets, and Akiman was no exception, but as a poker player at the table, Akiman was happy to play a few games of poker called "Duel" with Ness every day, and try to steal a little bit of cheats from Ness.

Unfortunately, the results of each hand follow the same pattern.

"This must be cheating, put your right hand out!" the archmage casually threw the cards in his hand onto the table, and grabbed the right hand of the dark elf who had been hiding under the table, and the sound of the cards colliding with the table alarmed the two guests who had just stepped into the tavern. Judging by their elaborate but slightly tacky costumes, and the fact that they had no goods at hand, it was likely that they were merchants who had just left the city of Onyx. They cast strange glances at the black-robed mages and elves who were pulling in front of the crowd.

Aqiman hurriedly lowered his voice: "Right hand, I see that you have two cards hidden in your right hand." ”

However, the mage was disappointed once more, and the right hand of the dark elf that he pulled out was empty.

Ness couldn't hold back the feeling of wanting to laugh wildly. "I'm sorry. And they didn't catch me cheating. Well, hurry up and sign up here. The Dark Elf sent a parchment to the Archmage. The page spread out in the book is neatly arranged from top to bottom, and all the debtors in the whole page are filled in with the signature of the archmage Aqiman.

The archmage secretly screamed bad luck as he signed his name. In the past three days, the archmage has sent all the week's wages he advanced to the demon Amtils into the dark elf's wallet, plus the dark elf's ledger has more than a full page of debt records.

"I don't play anymore, every time. "The archmage thinks it's better to take it in for the time being today. Or a little better luck tomorrow, that's every gambler's wish.

And the wish of Amtils, the demon who has never been a gambler, is that the weather will be a little better tomorrow. If it weren't for such a vicious sun hanging in the sky. The demons are afraid that they are now in the tavern in Onyx City. But in this scorching heat, even the most heat-resistant demons can't stand it. The two dark elves were wiping their sweat constantly, the orc Fugg was sticking his tongue out hoping to find a cool feeling, and as for the archmage, he was already sweating under the black robe. So a temporary stop in this nameless roadside tavern is the best solution.

It was less than three hours away from the gates of Onyx, and the demon planned to set off near dusk. The archmage finished the game with Ness, and whispered how Ness had hidden the two cards she had been holding in her right hand, and Nya looked coldly at Ness, who was mingling with the mage, without saying a word, just taking a sip of the sweet wine in her glass.

The orc Fugg was settling the horses with weak hooves in the scorching sun when the demon began to look at the two guests who had entered the tavern. I'm looking forward to hearing from them about Onyx City, which may be of great use to the sale of the sundries brought by the demons.

One of the merchants ordered a glass of rye wine. He said to his companion as he drank. "This trip is quite smooth, but why did the guards at the city gate look so fierce this morning?"

"Don't you know? Last night, Lord Hogo Al Qaida was assassinated. Another businessman replied. "The guards want to catch the killers sent by the Thieves' Guild. ”

Hearing the name in the merchant's words and the word Thieves' Guild, Nia and Niss's pointed ears stood up in unison. Amtils, the demon who saw the strange appearance of the two sisters, was about to walk over to the two merchants to ask about the situation, but the archmage beside him grabbed him with one hand, and many times listening to it can get more useful information than asking.

"The killer sent by the Thieves' Guild, has it been found out that the Thieves' Guild did it?" the merchant obviously didn't notice the looks of the few people here.

"Who else but them? I don't know if it was at the behest of the prince. The merchant's companion said without question: "If you don't do it, it's ......."

His words stopped in mid-air, and his companion stared blankly in the direction of the tavern door.

The orc Fugg finally led the horses to the shade of the tree and set them up, just as he pushed open the wooden door of the tavern. Faced with the wary, even slightly frightened look in the eyes of the two merchants, Fugg didn't care, after all, he had spent nearly five months in the eyes of the tribe all the way to the border between the Holy Asserian Empire and the Duchy of Sumerland.

Fugg walked over to his companion's table and sat down, and the two merchants looked at each other, tossed a few copper coins in front of the tavernkeeper, who had just brought the food to their table, and walked out of the tavern door without a sound. Although the Orc invasion in the Kingdom of Sylvia was far away, rumors of brutal and anomalous Orcs made it impossible for the two merchants to muster the courage to stay in the same tavern with Fuge.

Although there was no way to hear anything from the merchant's mouth, the two dark elves had a clear reaction to what the merchant had just said. Who is Lord Hogo Kelda, and why did the Thieves' Guild assassinate him? The demon turned to Nia with questioning eyes, hoping to hear an answer from her mouth.

"Lord Al Qaida was certainly not killed by the Thieves' Guild. "It was Ness who answered the demon's questions first.

The archmage also had the same question as the demon, "But the merchant just now seems quite sure that this Lord died at the hands of your companions." ”

"Surely not, there is no reason for the thieves to do anything to him. Ni said without hesitation. "Lord Qeda is dead, and it is even more impossible for the Thieves Guild to remain in the Holy Asserr Empire. ”

"Lord Al Qaeda. It is the only direct contact between our Thieves Guild and the royal family of the Holy Asser. Nia, who had been silent and only thinking about something, added at this time. "Looks like we're going to have to rush back to Onyx right away. ”

"This can't be done!"

The roar of the Dark Knight Salas seemed to echo through the heavy black armor that wore over his own body.

It's like I couldn't figure it out all along. Why is it that Mataxis, a skeleton made of bones, can neigh like a living horse, and the members of the dungeon, including demons, mages, and goblins, have long wondered about the origin of the voice of the Dark Knight Salas.

However, doubts do not mean that they will ignore this voice, especially in meetings where the future of the dungeon is at stake. In the dimly lit halls of the dungeon, the four members of the group gathered around the dining table to discuss the rent of the hundred gold coins that had to be paid to the landlord of the dungeon, Caesar the Red Dragon, three days later.

Since the skeleton Mataxis can't speak his opinion in any of the languages on the continent, and the Goblinsette's construction is probably not taken into account, but it is still in a language that everyone understands, so it is the skeleton horse who is guarding the door at the moment. Seth, on the other hand, stayed at the dining table in the hall, beating hard to see the map on the table.

There are no furnishings in the hall, and of course even if there are furnishings in such lighting, they lose the meaning of display. A large wooden plank nailed to four sticks of roughly equal length, the only piece of furniture in the hall by the master of the dungeon, the other stool had long since been occupied by the archmage for private property.

There was no stool to sit on, so the dungeon lord and demon Amtils leaned back against the table, and carefully looked at the pale yellow light from the oil lamp that the archmage Aqiman had brought back from the goblin inn in Thor's last home, and carefully read the map on the table that clearly depicted a volcanic crater. As for the suggestion that Fang Cai Aqiman proposed to sneak into the red dragon's lair and steal the countless treasures inside, he seemed to think that there was still a little bit of a feasible factor. Although Salas had expressed his frightening roar at the Archmage's plan to use the Dark Knight as bait to lure the dragon out of the lair temporarily.

The Dark Knight is upset for good reason. Dragon, as one of the oldest inhabitants of the continent of Vesta. Hardly any object that angers it escapes the dragon's pursuit, be it a creature or a necromancy. While the "Brave" have made repeated attempts to obtain treasure or fame from the Red Dragons of Thor, the Dark Knight, who has never seen anyone leave after seeing anyone rushing towards the mountain, is unwilling to act as a decoy for the dragon.

Leaning lazily on the only stool in the hall, the Archmage looked at the demons and the Dark Knight in front of him through the yellowish light. The Dark Knight's objection was something he had anticipated early on, and if anyone had suggested that the Archmage should be used as bait to lure the dragon, he would have gotten more than just roaring.

Obviously, the plan to steal the dragon's treasure was not a good idea. After much consideration, the demon Amtils came to a conclusion. However, the issue of rent still needs to be solved, but the previous plans proposed by the demons, including asking the archmage to go back to the archmage's tower to loot gold, or concoct a large number of magic potions to sell in Thor, and have the Dark Knight call on the skeleton warriors who are ready to follow his orders to collect burial goods from the cave where they are hiding, have been rejected by the mage and the dark knight without hesitation, and the plan proposed by the archmage to rob the bank or finally return to the hotel in Thor, intercept the regular goods transported from Thor's city to the imperial capital protected by the Holy Knights, and steal the treasure of the red dragon is more and more unfeasible。

The Dark Knight, who wasn't too good at coming up with ideas, had had enough of the ridiculous ideas that the two of them had proposed, but he didn't have any special ideas for a while, but the goblin, who had been jumping at the dinner table, suddenly shouted, "What is that red cross?"

There are no fewer red crosses on the map. Can't tell which one is what Seth was referring to, and the Dark Knight Salas lifted the goblin to the table. Only then did I follow the goblin's finger and see one that had been erased off. Later, it was re-marked with a red cross. This map is very delicately depicted by a mage, and there are hardly any traces of alteration on it, so it is indeed easy to attract people's attention. The demon and the archmage quickly noticed this, and the mark on the map was in the middle of a small valley, and the demon immediately turned his puzzled gaze to the archmage who had swept the goblins to the ground.

"It's Neil Canyon, and there's no way we're going to find anything other than decomposing corpses. Although he didn't think it made any sense, the archmage explained the sign. "It is the grave of the 'brave men' who have gone to the dragon's den for an unknown number of years to try to make a contribution." ”

The treasure gathering lair of the Red Dragons of Mount Thor, which has long been a sacred place for the greedy for money, and the reputation of the "Dragon Slayer" has attracted countless people throughout the ages to make brave attempts. Almost as a matter of course, the same fate befell those who came, and the Red Dragon, unwilling to let the filthy corpses remain in his lair, would rather spend a little more time throwing the remains of these challengers into Neal Canyon.

Demon Amtils listened to the archmage's explanation, and his eyes suddenly swept over the armor on the Dark Knight's body, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face. Thinking that the demon who was about to go crazy had finally hit the armor on his body, Salas hurriedly reached out to cover the part of the breastplate that was not completely covered by black paint, but still reflected a little glimmer under the reflection of the light, only to find that the archmage had begun to look at the antique long sword he had placed on the table.

The goblin who had been swept to the ground sat on the ground in a daze. Suddenly, I heard the loud voice of the dungeon lord, and immediately felt the meaning of anticipation.

"Let's go. Let's go over and see. ”

Because it doesn't know when a dragon might be encountered, Neil Canyon was cut off for an unknown number of years. There were no footprints on the scorched yellow soil, and the dragon had always flown by, dropping the corpses of the treasure hunters who had come to their deaths, and then immediately returning to his lair to continue thinking about how to get back more jewels.

The dungeon residents who had trekked from the dungeon for most of the day before they could catch their breath were already exclaiming. What appeared before them was a hill made of countless bones. The smell of decay wafted, and several ghosts tried to tug at the corners of the archmages who could see them, in order to speak of their sadness and disappointment.

Dragons are known for their power, but the greed for treasure or fame is more powerful than dragons, as evidenced by the piles of bones that are already taller than the Dark Knight on a skeleton horse. The ancient treasure hunters who had been crushed at the bottom had long since turned to ashes, and the demons were targeting the newcomers who were still at the top of the hill, and their armor, weapons, or rent that could be provided to the dungeon's inhabitants for a certain period of time, the red dragons never bothered to take off their weapons and equipment when they abandoned their corpses.

Amtils, the only demon born to fly, spread out the massive red wings behind him and leaped into the air. Soon, like snowflakes, pieces of cuirasses fell from the air, as well as many other weapons and equipment. The Archmage noticed that several ghosts who had been hovering nearby immediately surrounded them, as if they wanted to put on their old equipment again, the Dark Knight sighed at several sets of armor engraved with roses while packing up sets of armor and placing them on the skeleton horse's back; Goblinsette's original mission was to observe the presence of the red dragon in the sky at any time, but now he has more mission to protect his own life: the sword and spear thrown by the demon from the sky may not know when he will let him stay here and become the companion of these greedy people。

Before you know it, the moon is already hanging on the horizon. The skeleton horse was bent over by the layers of armor on his back, so that the dark knight Salas, who was carrying a bunch of shields next to him, began to worry about whether the skeleton horse could withstand such weight without the support of muscles; the demon Amtils, who had two bundles of spears in his hands, began to yawn, after all, it had taken a lot of effort to select these weapons and equipment that should be able to be sold on that terrifying mountain of bones; archmage Aqiman used the legendary Trist staff as a burden, picked up a large number of sword weapons, and carried several skulls to be used for research in his pocketThe Goblin was dragging a huge tower shield tied with a rope, on which he had accumulated a pile of miscellaneous items heavier than himself, many of which the mage believed would be able to sell for a good price.

It did look like it was a night full of loads. But the question of rent can really be solved? No one can say until the harvest is actually sold, and the burden of selling it tomorrow in the city of Thor falls to the archmage and the demons. (To be continued......)