There seemed to be only different shades of black or gray in this world, which could be regarded as a perfect complement to the black robes that the archmage changed into as soon as he returned to the dungeon, but the skeletons that kept attacking him and the zombies and other necromantic creatures were very annoying. The archmage was exhausted, and if it weren't for the few magic scrolls in his pocket that could create a protective ring, Aqiman would have died under this continuous onslaught, but despite this, Aqiman still felt that his death was near. The magic was running out again, and there was only one magic scroll left on his body to create a protective ring, and the archmage had to throw it out in exchange for more than eight hours of rest, and without sufficient meditation and silent magic, a magician was no different from the ordinary clerk who could be seen everywhere and without the power of a chicken. However, in this environment, there are not many mages who can meditate and restore their spirits, and it is even more impossible to calm down and make magic scrolls;

The archmage sat on a black stone pillar lying across the gray sand, interrupted by a zombie effortlessly waving his hand at the attack on the archmage, and the skeletons of several small birds that had been perched on the stone pillar scattered and flew away, "If they could scream, I'm afraid they would announce my death loudly," thought the archmage. The archmage breathed a sigh of relief. Along the way, he was attacked by low-level necromantic creatures. It was impossible for them to break through this silver-white magical circle, but the archmage had seen evil spirits and ghouls more than once during his walk here. He even witnessed the skeleton of a giant dragon passing not far in front of him. The archmage looked around worriedly, glad that there were no high-level necromancers around the circle of protection that even holy celestial beings would find difficult to deal with, and yet there was no trace of the Dark Knight Salas, no footprints, no horseshoe prints of the skeleton Mataxis, and although the archmage did not feel the slightest hint of wind, he saw that the gray sand on the ground changed the shape of the dunes from time to time as if the wind was blowing. "Alas, as long as you can last, as long as you want. The archmage sighed, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

When Archmage Aqiman opened his eyes. More than seven or eight hours have passed, and the silver-white brilliance of the magic protection circle around him has weakened a lot, but it can still faithfully play the effect of resisting those low-level necromantic creatures; outside the protection circle has become a sea of skeletons and zombies, countless skeletons grinning at the archmage, and many zombies raise their hands in vain and smash on the magic protection circle again and again. There were a few vampires in the distance, they stood on the heads of several stunned zombies, and from time to time they pointed to the archmage's side and gestured, and the archmage's heart was half cold; among the vampires, there are not many people who know how to use some low-level spells, and they may break through this magic protection circle and tear the archmage to pieces at any time. Archmage Aqiman smiled bitterly. Carrying the Staff of the Phantasmal Star, he stood up, perhaps the last battle he had fought with the necromancer Archmage Aqiman, who had died at the hands of the necromancer. Is this fate? Akiman took a sip on the gray sand beside him, but only spat out a few gray grains of sand.

At this moment, the shape suddenly became a little strange. A strange sound came from a distance, but it was unmistakable, followed by a commotion between skeletons and zombies in the distance, and the vampires hurriedly jumped off the zombies' heads and scattered. Is there a more terrifying necromantic creature coming?" Aqiman stared into the distance, muttering to himself, "That's fine, at least than dying at the hands of these skeletons and zombies...... Hell, it's not that different. "Along the way, Aqiman once slain a giant sandworm zombie, the most powerful necromantic creature the archmage has ever killed in this gray desert.

The strange sound was getting closer and closer, and the archmage finally made out that it was a chaotic sound of horses' hooves, not one or two, and the archmage listened closely and found that at least thirty or more horses were coming towards him. Knowing that there would only be skeleton horses in this lifeless desert, the archmage couldn't help but look forward to his companion in the dungeon, the mount of the Dark Knight Salas, and the skeleton Mataxis among the horses running towards him.

The Archmage got his wish.

Behind the Dark Knight was a large group of knights, whose armor was not complete, and ribs and bones in the air could be seen everywhere. It was a group of skeleton knights, they could understand their master's orders, but they didn't have their own mind, and Aqiman counted them silently, and found that there were about forty skeleton knights following behind the dark knight Salas.

"What to do?" the archmage asked himself. He wasn't sure what the Dark Knight Salas was on that side right now, and stealing the Book of the Moon in the dungeon could be considered an unquestionable act of betrayal, but the Archmage had always believed that it wasn't the Dark Knight's intentions, perhaps it had something to do with his master, the Archmage had guessed so.

But in the current situation, I am afraid that there is no opportunity for the archmage to ask what is really going on, and the archmage Aqiman, who knows this very well, clenches the staff of the illusory star in his hand, guarding against what may happen. Just as he was about to collide with the protective ring, a black film of light suddenly appeared around the skeleton horse and the dark knight Salas who was riding on the back of the skeleton horse, and the dark knight broke through the magic protection circle under the protection of this light film and rushed directly to the archmage.

The Archmage was stunned, in order to break through his magic protection circle without hindrance, he needed to have a fairly high level of magical ability, but he had never heard of the Dark Knight Salas could use even the simplest magic, and the Dark Knight Salas took advantage of the opportunity of the archmage's eyes to rise, raised the long sword in his hand, and slashed at the neck of his companion in the dungeon, the archmage Aqiman.

"It turned out that shameless traitor. Already with the support of the Empress and the Mage's Guild. Became the president of the rebuilt thieves' union. Dark Elf Ness angrily tapped on the table. She is telling the Dungeon Lord and Demon Amtils that she and her sister Nia have been tortured from the mouth of one of the current Elders of the Thieves' Guild, Iser the "Wood Man". The Dark Elf sisters stumble upon Isser's whereabouts in Port Bor and capture him at the Bad Mars Hotel, and in addition to a bag of gems found on him, the Dark Elf sisters have heard a lot of news about Onyx City, where their former Thieves' Guild is located. Ether came to Port Bor with a bag of gems, and the mission was to bribe the local thieves' union in the Principality of Sumerand and let them hunt down the Dark Elf sisters who escaped from Onyx City, but they didn't expect to be caught so soon, and all the gems on their bodies were searched by the Dark Elf Sisters, and the body of Isser, who tried to escape, is now floating in the sea outside Port Ball.

Ness was talking excitedly when she suddenly realized that something was wrong. Demon Amtils hadn't answered for a long time, Ness turned her head to look at the demon, and found the demon spread out on the chair with his mouth wide open and numb, Ness quickly stepped forward and grabbed the demon's shoulder: "Am, are you ...... Ahh

Seeing the dark elf Niss caressing her right hand and looking anxiously at the demon lying to the ground, the goblin rushed forward and grabbed the demon's arm and was about to ask what had happened, but the scream came out of his mouth. The demon was on fire. Just touching his skin made it feel like his hand was burning, and the goblin turned his head with a confused look on his face. What the hell is going on?Demon Amtils' injuries are getting worse again?

"What is going on, Seth, what's going on?" Ness's tone was slightly weeping.

Seth looked around completely bewildered, "No, I don't know. How so?"

"So what now?"

"Or, send Mr. Am Tils to Mr. Caesar, and perhaps Mr. Caesar will know what is going on, and have a way?"

It wasn't a clever move to disturb a dragon in the middle of the night, but Goblin and Dark Elf Ness decided to send the demon to Caesar's cave, the red dragon, who had improved for a time after being coated with a bottle of expensive ointment from Caesar, the red dragon, but was now even more terrifying than it had been. Carrying a hot demon on her back was no different from running down a mountain road with a stove on her back, and Ness felt her long hair curl up a lot, and as soon as she reached the Red Dragon's lair and put the Dungeon Lord on the ground, Ness leaned aside and gasped for air. Although he didn't have a heavy demon on his back, the goblin set who ran all the way was also out of breath, and he didn't wait for his breathing to calm down, so he ran forward and shouted, "Mr. Caesar, help me!"

"What's the matter, little one?" the red dragon had just fallen asleep, and he was a little unhappy to be woken up at this time, but Caesar the red dragon also knew that the goblins who were usually peaceful came to him at this time, and something terrible must have happened in the dungeon. "Could it be a little devil...... Huh?"

The red dragon looked at the demon whose skin was even redder than usual, and a surprised voice came out of his mouth: "What's wrong with him, little guy?"

"No, I don't know?" the goblin turned to look at Dark Elf Nice, who was chatting with the Dark Elf Thieves when the demon was injured.

Ness's voice was filled with trepidation and anxiety, "We were chatting, and suddenly Amm was like this. Mr. Dragon, could it be your ointment...... Expired?"

"Expired? my ointment will never expire......" The dragon stretched out a claw and ripped at the clothes on the demon's chest. From the wound on the demon's chest, blisters continued to bubble up almost frantically, bursting open, emitting a scorching vapor, and countless blood were scattered around the blister, and as soon as the blood fell on the demon's skin, another blister came out in place, every drop of blood.

The red dragon frowned, and the goblins and dark elves on the side anxiously urged, "What's wrong? Why is he like this?"

The red dragon did not answer. Just after thinking about it a little. She opened her mouth and spat a small fireball into the demon's chest, and Ness jumped as if stimulated. He pulled out the long dagger beside him and pointed at the red dragon Caesar: "You, what are you doing here?

"Be patient, little girl. Patience is a virtue of the elves, and even you dark elves are one of the elves. Caesar the red dragon ignored Niss and stared at the wound in the demon's chest. After the fireball landed on the demon's chest, a burning smell came, but the blisters did not come out again for a while, but when the heat of the fireball dissipated, the blisters expanded wildly again. "Oops, I forgot about that. There was a bit of helplessness in the red dragon's voice.

The Dark Elf and Goblin looked at the Red Dragon quizzically. The red dragon turned his head sideways and thought for a moment, then stretched out his claws to grab the demon and threw him into the lava lake beside the red dragon. The Dark Elves and Goblins were incredulous at what was happening, and they didn't hesitate to follow the arc of the demon's body in mid-air, and ran straight to the lava lake, but were forced to take a few steps back by the heat of the hot magma in the lake. "You, I'll fight with you!" Nessy gritted her teeth as she stared at Caesar, the red dragon.

"Patience, patience. The red dragon didn't look at the long dagger in Ness's hand, closed his eyes as if thinking about something, and the goblin on the side grabbed the impulsive Ness, for fear that she would really start a war with the red dragon Caesar. It took a long time for the red dragon to open his eyes and look at Ness and Seth, "Listen to me." Little guys, little girls. I knew that the bottle of ointment would have a lot of side effects on the elves with thin physique, but I forgot that the little devil had elven blood on him. The condition of his body was the result of the conflict between two very different bloodlines in his body under the encouragement of the medicinal effect. It's terrible. ”

"But, but you don't need to, you don't need to ...... him," and in a hurry, the dark elf Ness began to speak incoherently. "It's going to kill him on the spot, isn't it?"

"No, on the contrary, the infinite heat in the magma activates the blood in his body and temporarily calms the urge of the blood. Looking at the colorless dark elves and goblins, the red dragon felt a little unbearable, so he began to explain in detail: "Coupled with the fact that he has always been a demon who is not afraid of flames and temperatures, he will feel more comfortable in the magma. He could stay in the lava until I brought the Blue Mist Grass back. ”

"Mr. Caesar, you, Blue Mist Grass?" "Goblin stared at the red dragon with wide eyes, "Mr. Caesar, didn't you say that place ...... last time?"

"Little one, do you remember? Blue Mist Grass is not a thing in this world, and I am afraid that I will forcibly break into that world, but I am afraid that it will cause some unknowable consequences. As if he had made up his mind, the red dragon stood up and looked at the sky: "This is left to you for the time being, little guy, little girl, you shouldn't fight my treasure idea like a stupid little devil, right?" If you're not worried, I'll dry you two before leaving. I'll be back soon. ”

The figure of the red dragon disappeared into the night sky in an instant, and the goblin who remained in place tried to go to the magma lake to see how the dungeon lord was doing, until the last vestiges of his body were dried by the heat, while the dark elf Ness knelt down and prayed to the earth goddess Lena so reverently for the first time in her life: "God, please bless us!"

"No, based on the topography here, there should be more than that. Morgan, the gray dwarf, frowned as he stared at the detailed map spread out in front of him. The map depicts the terrain near the Tor Volcano, and it took several days for the gray dwarf Morgan and his companion Carey to make the map, which should be very rich in mineral resources, but after the two gray dwarves ran up the mountain for a few days, they found only a few small veins.

"This kid Carey doesn't know where he went. Morgan pulled out a fine silver pipe from beside him, with an elaborately carved pattern on it, and the gray dwarf closed his eyes silently in the smoke.

In the near future, Morgan the Grey Dwarf will celebrate his 320th birthday, which is no small age for the Grey Dwarf, and even for other dwarves, while Morgan's companion, Carey the Grey Dwarf, is only sixty years old. Ten years ago, Morgan, who had broken the rules of the clan, left their hometown of Kaish City, located in the mountains northwest of Onyxy, the capital of the Holy Asyr Empire, with the newly completed rite of passage, leaving their hometown of Kaish City, where the underground city of the Grey Dwarves shone with ore at all times. Carey, on the other hand, is an orphan in Morgan's blacksmith's shop, whose parents were killed by dark elves from deeper underground while mining veins, and Morgan, a friend of Carey's parents, adopted him without hesitation.

Morgan, the gray dwarf, spat out a smoke ring into the air and combed his long gray beard, only to find that he didn't know when the beard had been knotted; the hair of the dwarves on the Vestal continent is usually black or reddish-brown, of course, the color of the hair will be different from each other, but the gray dwarves have only one color: gray, which is a characteristic of gray dwarves. Other than that, the Grey Dwarves look like they are no different from other dwarves, with the same stout body, the same rugged personality, and even the same extreme love for jewels and ores. Morgan is a typical example of a grey dwarf, he is only two-thirds the height of the dungeon lord and demon Amtils, but weighs more than the demon, and in addition to scouring for minerals, Morgan's interest lies in carving something in his hand, whether it is a dagger or a hair ornament, and Morgan always likes to carve ancient patterns handed down by the grey dwarves on every object. (To be continued......)