The routine roar of Caesar the Red Dragon echoed through the air, reminding the Goblinsette that the sun had begun to routinely distribute its radiance evenly to everyone on the ground every day. Seth jumped up and casually packed up a few small blankets and furs on the ground, which were his beds, and pushed open the dungeon gates, and the goblins ran outside.

In front of the goblins, there was a large flat clearing, and a large dense forest could be faintly seen in the distance, and the terrain near the Tor volcano was divided into two completely different forms, with large forests to the east and north, perhaps due to the distant sea breeze, and these trees began to shrink to the west and south of the Tor volcano, and gradually decreased until the southwest of the Tor volcano was completely devoid of trees, not even a single wild grass. There was a small river in the forest to the north, and the Orc Fugg brought it and his people chose to build their new homes on both sides of the river, and the Orcs called the river that led to the seashore "Fasha", and it took a long time for the goblins to figure out that Fasa was the meaning of life in the Orc language. A small clearing had been cleared on both sides of the Fasa River by the orcs, and there were a few small fields in addition to the scattered grass huts, and the orcs had learned a great deal about farming during their days of living in harmony with humans, and the farmland was another important source of food for the orc tribe in addition to hunting.

"I wonder when we'll be able to harvest food from these fields?" the goblin trotted through the fields, raising his hand to greet the orcs who had been working in the fields all morning. Fugue sue sù Goblin, the land near the Tor volcano is quite warm. And the climate is mild. As a result, these fields can be harvested at least twice a year, but it is already the end of summer. Perhaps autumn is the last harvest of the year.

"Seth, are you going to fetch water?" said Fugg, who had a huge bow and arrows on his back and an iron axe in his hand, and it seemed that there would be a lot of prey in the forest today.

"yes. The goblin raised the bucket in his hand and looked at the longbow behind Fugg, which Seth had tried with all his strength to pull the longbow apart, but had not been able to pull the string on it in the slightest. "Going hunting?" asked the goblin knowingly.

"Well, yes. Fugg smiled, then grabbed the goblin, "No need to run to the river. Scoop some water in this tank and go back. ”

The goblin looked at the orc's water tank, which was filled with clear river water, which the orc should have returned from the river early in the morning. "Well, I'd better go to the river and fetch water by myself. ”

Fugg snatched the bucket from the goblin's hand and filled it with water, "You're welcome, Seth. A little bit of water will save you a few steps, which is nowhere near the distance you had when you collected the seeds for us. ”

After all, most of the seeds of plants grown in the fields of the orcs were collected by the goblins, and the rough fingers of the orcs were not very suitable for collecting seeds in the wild. Seth, on the other hand, volunteered to run around the mountains for several days, which allowed the orcs to add a lot of varieties other than wheat to the orc fields.

So Goblinsette accepted Fuge's kindness. Slowly walk back to the dungeon with a bucket full of water. Along the way, Seth began to plan for today's schedule. First of all, the routine dungeon scrubbing and cleaning, which will take the goblin all morning, then lunch is a pile of wild fruits prepared yesterday and a large piece of venison sent by Fugg, in the afternoon the goblin is going to go out to find some pumpkin seeds, and dinner is the leftover from lunch, and Fugg will probably give him a portion of today's prey, and in the evening the goblins have become accustomed to going to Caesar's cave of the red dragon, and the red dragon will whisper to the goblins all kinds of old stories as usual.

"What a perfect day. Goblin thought, "It's a pity ...... it's a pity that his companions aren't around." The Dungeon Lord, Demon Amtils, and Archmage Akiman have left the dungeon for a time to go to the distant Empire of Holy Asser, and have not been heard from since, while the Dark Knight Salas has gone out alone the day since the Demon and the Mage left.

After that, there was a lonely time, except for going to the red dragon's lair every night to be with the dragon, and it wasn't until Fugg arrived with his people that the goblins got rid of that loneliness. However, the orcs did not want to live in the dungeon, and the open space outside the dungeon gate was not suitable for planting plants, so the usual goblinds had to be busy in the dungeon to wipe the gate and the murals everywhere. "It's the same today. Seth shook his head, unable to suppress his longing for his companions.

"Come to me, little one. The voice of the red dragon suddenly reached Seth's ears, the dragons all have telepathic abilities, but it is unprecedented to call the goblins in this morning time. Seth hurriedly put down the rag in his hand and turned around and ran towards the crater.

After running for an hour in a row, which made the goblin out of breath, Caesar, the red dragon lying on the ground, patiently waited until Seth's breath calmed down before speaking, this kind of solitary relationship, the red dragon usually does not use telepathy, but speaks directly, and communicates in a relatively equal way: "Little one, this is for you." The red dragon gently shoved a small pile of silvery items in front of the goblin.

"Huh?" the goblin stepped forward and examined the pile, revealing that it was a small pair of silver armor that should match Seth's diminutive stature, but when he picked it up, he realized that it was quite heavy. "Wow, that's beautiful. "The armor is exactly the same as the armor of the Holy Knights. "It's ......," Seth looked at the red dragon in confusion.

"A gift, little one. A smile seemed to appear on the corner of the red dragon's mouth. "Come to this cave every night and be with me, and you're a good listener to my stories. ”

Seth's face flushed: "I'...... It's just ......"

"Needless to say, little one. Take this armor out, I know you've wanted one of these for a long time. The red dragon moved slightly. The cavern was immediately filled with the sound of bone joints rattling. "But don't go into battle in this armor. The red dragon reminded.

Its usefulness is not reminded. Seth also knew that this suit of armor was nothing more than an ornament, and even ordinary halflings could not wear such small armor at all. And for the goblins, this armor is too heavy, and it must be difficult to even walk when you put it on, and Seth is very sure of this. However, Seth still liked the gift, and he bowed happily to the red dragon, "Ah, thank you so much, Mr. Caesar. ”

"Maybe it's me who should say thank you, even the dragon can't resist the feeling of loneliness that comes from the heart. The red dragon looked down at Seth, "By the way." Yesterday I saw a horse-drawn carriage coming south towards the side of the Tor volcano. Aside from your stupid dungeon master, there are no one who will ride a carriage to challenge a dragon. ”

"Really? Mr. Amtils is coming back?" The news was like a sound to the goblins, and Seth danced with excitement. "When will they come back here, Mr. Caesar?"

"This afternoon, or evening. I think that's how fast they are. The red dragon stretched out a claw and made a circle around Seth and the tiny set of armor heaped beside him. "I'm going to send you back with teleportation, and I think you'll be able to get home later than that stupid demon if you carry this armor. ”

"Also, remember to help me remind the idiot that this month's rent must be paid consciously. "Despite being immersed in joy. The goblins still didn't miss the last words of Caesar the Red Dragon.

Caesar's roar resounded through the sky, and even the demons, archmages, and two gray dwarves who were almost a day's walk from the dungeon could hear them, and it was in this earth-shattering roar that they embarked on their journey today.

Demon Amtils is still not in great shape today. From time to time, the demon pulled out all the paper items on his body to look at them to make sure they weren't ignited by the heat on his body, but the demon found the high fever during the day to be more bearable than the bone-chilling night, after all, the demon Amtils grew up in the abyssal demon realm of lava and flames.

"You know, I heard that there are a lot of minerals under our Mount Thor?" The demon lying in the carriage began to talk to the two gray dwarves who were driving, Morgan and Carey, and learned the lesson of yesterday and stuck his head out of the carriage so that he could show the way, Archmage Archmage Acheman heard the demon's words and turned back, "Well, as far as I know, that's the case. ”

The two grey dwarves glanced at each other, mineral deposits are one of the grey dwarves' greatest hobbies, and the Principality of Sumerand is renowned for its weapon-crafting skills throughout the continent of Vesta, which is closely related to the rich mineral deposits in the Principality of Summerland. They did not doubt the words of the Dungeon Master.

In fact, the devil is not just a matter of words. The decline of the now impoverished Principality of Sumerland began more than 800 years ago with the then Kingdom of Aser, but even after the war, the area around the Tor Volcano, especially the city of Thor, was still one of the most famous cities on the mainland. Located in the middle of the basin, the city of Thor is surrounded by mountains with countless mineral deposits, the most abundant of which are near the Tor volcano.

Shortly after the war, however, the Tor volcano erupted overnight. The scorching magma flowed between the earth and the mountains, easily burying all the inhabitants of Thor, and for a time there was no grass and ash all around the volcanic mountains of Thor, and even several small rivers and a large lake nearby were blackened. It is said that there was a small town in the southwest of the former Principality of Sumerland, and it was because of a similar volcanic eruption that the river next to the town was dyed black, so it was named Blackwater Town, and the situation near the Tor Volcano at that time was even more terrible, not only were all the trees destroyed, none of the residents escaped, and even the countless mines and many military facilities that were originally at the foot of the Tor volcano were buried in deep volcanic ash.

Caesar the Red Dragon moved to the crater of Tor Volcano shortly after the eruption. The Red Dragon's previous lair was on another continent to the south, and it took him a full month to fly north in the air before he finally reached the Tor Volcano. After a few years, the people of the Principality of Sumerand returned to the ash-covered area, and it took them fifty years to clean the ashes from the ruins of the city of Thor, during which time the rivers and lakes were unconsciously restored to their original light blue color. Trees that have been reborn after the catastrophe have gradually begun to grow on the hillside. Although the city of Thor was re-established. But people still look at the Tor crater from afar with horror, and from time to time there is a puff of black smoke. They were going to send an observation team to the crater so that they could tell the inhabitants of Thor's city to flee their homes if there were any signs of an eruption, and Caesar the Red Dragon did not interfere with these observation teams, not to mention that the Red Dragon was not interested in needless killing, and on the other hand, the poor observation team had barely a piece of metal on them that would arouse the interest of the crows. The observation team did not hesitate to descend the mountain after knowing that such an uninvited guest was inhabited in the crater, they had no interest in challenging the dragon, and they knew that if the volcano erupted, the red dragon would definitely make a move. Red Dragon Caesar. It is the inhabitants of the city of Thor, the voluntary observer of the condition of the crater of Thor.

The carriage still drove along the bumpy mountain road, its wheels occasionally running over the rocks on the ground, but the archmage did not put anything in front of his nose again, and at some point the small group fell into silence again. The two grey dwarves weren't struggling to navigate the two tall horses, but they didn't have much extra effort to find a topic, and Archmage Akiman was still worried about the Book of the Moon, the Blue Mist, and the Staff of the Phantasmal Star, and he found that he was completely ill-equipped to dominate the legendary staff. The Dungeon Master, the demon Amtils, is contemplating the steps of his dungeon.

"I wonder if the orc Fugg brought his people here, or if Salas and Set are getting along with them?" On the contrary, he got along quite happily with the orc tribe who had relocated from afar. "However, as long as the orc tribe settles near the dungeon, a lot of manpower problems will be solved, and maybe a lot of taxes will be paid. In this way, the old dragon man should not come to me from time to time to trouble. Originally, the demon brought a lot of miscellaneous goods to Onyx City to sell, but he made a little money back, but after several births and deaths, the demon found that his money bag was no longer lost on that street corner.

"Whatever, just drag it out when the time comes, maybe those two dark elves can really send me some gold coins." That would solve the rent problem for this. "The demon has made a decision, and instead of returning with the demon to the vicinity of Thor's volcano, the Dark Elf Sisters, the mage Nia, and the thief Ness, they have decided to stay in Port Bor for the time being. "What are you staying for? It's classified! We'll be looking for you in the dungeon soon, anyway. This was the time of parting, Ness smiled at the demon's words, but the demon could tell that the shadow of the murder of their mentor Edgar and the disappearance of Edel still hung over the two dark elves, the most obvious sign of which was the sad face of the mage Nia.

"First lead the river to the side of the dungeon, dig a few more rooms, or simply start looking for ore veins?" "Anyway, let's start with the direction of gold coins, everything is easy to do if you have money. The demon whispered to himself.

"Am, look ahead. The archmage turned abruptly and gave way to the small window looking ahead, and the demon cautiously moved over and tried to look ahead.

Outside, the sky was already starting to get overcast, and there were already a lot of small trees and bushes around the place. The demon suddenly noticed a silver figure in the road ahead, but it looked rather short; "What is that?" the demon turned to look at the archmage. In this dim sky, Aqiman's eyesight was much worse than that of the demon, and the archmage had to shake his head: "I don't know, I guess it's a warrior in full armor." ”

The demon looked at the figure suspiciously, and as the carriage approached, the demon saw that the mask on the helmet of the short warrior in silver armor had not been lowered, and that a green face appeared in the helmet, and the other party suddenly waved his hands vigorously and moved step by step in the direction of the carriage.

"Mr. Amtils, Mr. Akiman, you are back at last!" Goblinset's happy voice echoed through the forest.

"Where the hell has Salas gone?" cried the Dungeon Lord, who had always thought that the Dark Knight and the Goblin would spend their days in the dungeon while he and the Archmage were away from the dungeon.

Mr. Salas did not say where he had gone. Goblin Setter followed the demon and walked through the gates of the dungeon. He struggled to hold half of his armor while carefully keeping an eye on the condition of the demon Amtils, who had privately told the goblins about the demon's injuries, and that the demon could fall to the ground at any moment. "But Mr. Salas seems to have said that he went out this time in connection with his former master. ”

The archmage who was walking next to the goblin turned his head to look at the goblin: "The previous master, could it be that the necromancer who summoned Salas from the grave is still alive in this world?" The Archmage placed the other half of the goblin armor on the table, the only long table in the dungeon, with a small oil lamp lit on it, which the Archmage had stolen from the Last Homecoming Hotel in Thor, and the Archmage had planned to take time out of the final homecoming hotel in the near future, and he hadn't touched a poker in days. (To be continued......)