"As the saying goes, there is no such thing as a blessing!" said Aqiman, lamenting at the tombstone of his father, who had once been an elite knight of the Holy Order, and when he first returned home after a few years of hard work in the Tower of the Archmage, his only brother had left the family to train for the Holy Order to become a true knight, so that the two brothers, whom they hadn't seen for years, missed a chance to get together.

Suddenly, the wind around suddenly intensified. The wind tore the leaves on the ground, and the swaying shadows seemed to announce that something strange was about to happen in front of young Aqiman. Hurriedly trying to recite one or two talisman spells, it was as if an invisible hand was holding his throat, unable to make a sound: his father's tombstone fell to the ground right in front of his eyes, and then the dirt on the ground slowly arched and cracked as if pushed by some force, and only a skeleton arm stretched out from the crack in the darkness.

At that moment, Aqiman had completely fallen into a state of numbness. He stood aside and watched as his father's skeleton slowly crawled out of the grave, mounted a skeleton horse from which he didn't know where it came from, and galloped away in the direction of the Black Forest.

The next day, the terrified villagers found the unconscious Aqiman in the cemetery, which had been dug up by an unknown force and all the bones inside had disappeared. When Aqiman woke up, he did not give any explanation for what he had seen and heard the previous night, but did not hesitate to leave the village immediately and never returned. Witnessing the revival of the necromancy, Aqiman was shocked by this otherworldly power and silently began to study necromantic magic. At the same time, an unknown wish began to brew in his heart......

A few days later, the remnants of the Gosaac dungeon were annihilated.

And Akiman, who has returned to the Tower of the Archmage, did not pursue the true identity of the Dark Knight who killed the head of the Holy Knights. I just casually inquired about my brother's condition. After receiving the news that his brother was safe and sound, Aqiman returned to studying necromancy and related materials until he was banished from the Archmage's Tower after practicing several forbidden dark magics in a row.

The summer breeze gently passed through the archmage's room, bringing with it the scent of oak trees. Silently leaning against the ledge, Aqiman couldn't help but think of the battle he had fought in the Black Forest with the necromancer who had summoned his father's bones. As a result of that battle, Akiman obtained the legendary and extremely evil Triste Staff, and lost all hope of returning to the Tower of the Archmage, and even the most enlightened teacher was reluctant to accept a student who was well-versed in necromantic magic.

Turning his head to look at the goblins behind him who were gobbling up carefree, the archmage inadvertently revealed a look of tranquility.

It's like the night the dead come back from the dead. It was snowstorm again, and Archmage Aqiman, who was wandering everywhere and didn't know where to go, was leaning against the fire lit by his magic to keep warm. The glowing light of the fire beckoned the little goblins dancing in the forest, but none of them dared to raise the courage to approach the archmage's side. Maybe that's the price of learning necromancy, Akiman sighed to himself.

The snow around him was knee-high, but suddenly a green creature appeared in front of Aqiman. Holding a pile of soaked branches, the goblin thought there was a traveler trapped in the snowstorm and ran over to invite the mage to take refuge in a nearby cave.

Come to think of it. Aqiman could no longer hide the smile in his heart. What a terrible night it was.

As a result of igniting the soaked firewood in the cave, the demons, goblins, and mage wolves in the cave were choked by bursts of dark smoke, and the side effect was that the red-skinned demons and green-skinned goblins were reluctant to change into black appearances, of course, the dark knight Salas and the black-robed mages who were originally black would not mind, and what made them complain loudly was nothing more than the snow melted by the heat around them.

That night, Aqiman agreed to join the dungeons of the demon Amtils.

The goblin, who had served as he ate and conveyed the notice of the meeting to the Archmage, finally had his fill and lay down under the table, snoring in satisfaction, and the Archmage was about to go to bed.

Tomorrow is a new day. Are your lazy days coming to an end?, so take Seth back with you and start building our dungeon for real. Necromancy should also exert its due power!" The archmage imagined as he gently blew out the light on the table that condensed a soft breath......

"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.

Just as it had never been clear why Mataxis, a skeleton made of bones, was able to neigh like a living horse, the members of the dungeon, including demons, mages, and goblins, had 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 could not speak his opinion in any of the languages on the continent, and the Goblinsette's construction, although most of them would not be taken into account, they were still spoken in a language that everyone could understand, so it was the skeleton horse guarding the door at the moment, and Seth stayed at the dining table in the hall and tried to beat hard in order 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, and the Dungeon Lord, the demon Amtils, leaned against the table. With the faint yellow light of the oil lamp that Archmage Aqiman brought back from his last homeplace inn in Thor, he took the goblin back from the last place in Thor, and carefully looked at the map on the table that clearly depicted a volcanic crater. As for the suggestion of Aqiman to infiltrate the red dragon's lair and steal the countless treasures inside. He seemed to think there was still a little bit of work, though Salas had expressed his frustration with the Archmage's plan to use the Dark Knight as bait to lure the dragon out of the lair for a while.

The Dark Knight is upset for good reason. Dragons, one of the oldest inhabitants of the continent of Vesta, have few objects that anger it that can escape 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, if anyone had suggested that the Archmage should be used as bait to lure the dragon. I'm afraid that what you get is not just as simple as roaring.

Obviously, the plan to steal the dragon's treasure was not a good idea. After thinking twice. The demon Amtils came to a conclusion. However, the issue of rent still needs to be solved, but the previous plans of the demon to have the archmage go back to the archmage 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 follow his orders at any time to collect the burial goods from the cave where they are hiding have been rejected by the mage and the dark knight without hesitation, and the archmage's proposal to rob the bank in Thor's city or finally return to the hotel. The plan to intercept the regular shipments of supplies from Thor to the Imperial Capital, protected by the Holy Knights, and to steal the treasure of the Red Dragon, was even more impossible.

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

There were not many red crosses on the map, and it was impossible to tell which one was the one that Set's was referring to, and the Dark Knight Salas lifted the goblin to the table, and then followed the goblin's finger to see a red cross mark that had been erased and later replaced. 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 demons and archmages were quick to notice this, and the mark on the map was in the middle of a small valley. The demon then cast a puzzled gaze on the archmage who had swept the goblin to the ground.

"There was Neil Canyon, except for the decomposing corpses. We can't find anything else. Although he didn't think it made any sense, the archmage explained the mark, "There are the graves of the 'brave men' who have gone to the dragon's lair for I don't know how many 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, and suddenly heard the loud voice of the dungeon master, and immediately felt the meaning of anticipation.

"Let's go 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 are no footprints on the scorched yellow soil. The dragon has always flown by, dropping the corpses of the treasure hunters who had come to their deaths, and then immediately returned to their lair to continue figuring out how to get more jewels back.

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. Several ghosts tried to tug at the corners of the archmage who could see them, in order to tell 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.

If the world of purgatory really wants to open a branch in the human world. It's bound to be a crater filled with lava and lava like Purgatory, and the Tor Volcano, which is said to be one of the oldest mountains on the continent of Vesta, is certainly the first choice.

The rock, which is gradually melted by the heat of the volcano, turns into a fiery red fluid shape. It flows down the rock face and eventually accumulates in a huge crater, where tens of thousands of years later it forms the magma lake of what is now the Tor crater. The lava lake is a large area of flat ground that has been mercilessly ejected into the air and then floated to the ground. Cooled and then condensed, this crimson ground was formed. The lair of the Red Dragon Caesar, the owner of the Tor Volcano, is here.

Today, the red dragon lay lazily by the lava lake as usual, silently counting the spark-inflattering bubbles that bubbled up from the lake. Although the dragons are said to be greedy for gold and silver treasures, for Caesar, lying on the edge of the lake and enjoying the temperature in the crater is more appealing than the act of going outside to scavenge for jewels, and there is absolutely no risk of being taken into his lair to enter his lair DQ treasures.

However, treasure thieves followed, which once bothered the Red Dragon. Not to mention the stench of the corpses left behind by the visitors as they burned in the lava lake, and even the almost never-ending murmurs of the ghosts who could not do anything real about the red dragon. For Caesar, these are important factors that affect the quality of his sleep. Until one day, he tried to throw the bones of a group of brave men who came to "slay the dragon" into the nearby Neil Canyon. After moving his body that had not really moved at the time of the killing, the Red Dragon confirmed that it was indeed a good idea: not only did he clean his lair full of treasures, but even the ghosts who had remained in the dragon's lair until the Red Dragon couldn't bear to drive them out were also traveling with their corpses to Neil Canyon, in order to continue their long-term self-pity for regretting their trip.

The Red Dragon suddenly remembered the scene he saw yesterday when he woke up from a nap and flew into the air to do a little hovering activity: the group of neighbors at the foot of the mountain actually came to Neil Canyon. The red-winged demons flew over the hill of bones, picking at the armor worn by those who had been to the dragon's lair, while mages, dark knights, and goblins were busy on the ground sorting through the various items the demons had thrown down. This also reminded the red dragon that the deadline for paying the rent of these bastards was still three days away.

Since the Dark Knight, who has survived the dungeon for the longest time, has witnessed less than one-tenth of the cold and heat that the Red Dragon has experienced, it is not an exaggeration for Caesar to call him a demon, a mage, a dark knight, or a goblin. In particular, the demon who gave up his promising job as a mercenary and came to the mountains to try to open his own dungeon was, in the eyes of the Red Dragon, just a childish reflection.

"Even if it's a child playing with mud and sand, the basic rent still has to be paid," the red dragon made the decision to personally go outside their dungeon tomorrow to collect rent as he licked the lava from the lava lake. Of course, the highest task at the moment is still sleeping.

Unfortunately, today is destined to be the day when you have to give up your nap. As the dragon slowly lay back on the ground, the sound of horses' hooves on the ground announced to it the decision of the goddess of fate.

"Mr. Caesar!" At this moment, a small green figure appeared at the entrance to the dragon's lair. After the demon and the mage traveled to Thor's city today to sell the armor they had acquired from Neil's Canyon yesterday, Goblin Set returned to his post as a guard outside the dungeon gates. And when the goblins noticed the arrival of another group of brave men, they came to the dragon's lair according to their usual custom to report the news to Caesar the red dragon. (To be continued......)