Goblinsette spent three days trying to wipe the blood that had been spilled on the doorway by the brave man who had failed to defeat the dragon and then died in the dungeon. This can be a chore for the diminutive goblins, especially when there are no chairs left in the entire dungeon to put foot on them. The last chairs and dining tables in the dungeon had been broken up and lit up by two dark elves from the Thieves' Guild of the Holy Asserr Empire three nights earlier.

Although it's still summer, the dungeon at the foot of Mount Thor at night is cold and windy, and the aura of death emanating from the Dark Knight adds a cold atmosphere to the dungeon. Whether it is the demon Amtils, the archmage Akiman, or the goblinsette, they have long been accustomed to this feeling, and the half-orc Fugg does not express any discomfort or dissatisfaction, only the dark elf sisters Nia and Niss really can't stand the cold around them at night.

With everyone too lazy to go out and chop firewood, the shoddy tables and chairs in the dungeon would have fallen victim to the raging flames on the fire, and Seth was more than willing to go out and chop wood, but with his strength and the time it took to go back and forth, it was definitely a matter of little significance.

While the lack of chairs now hinders the cleaning of the goblins' dungeon gates, in the words of the demon, this is a minor, temporary inconvenience. "When we return from the Holy Asserr Empire, the hall will be filled with a full set of fine black walnut tables and chairs. Demon Amtils said confidently.

However, the goblin really couldn't overcome the current difficulties, and after trying to jump up several times, but still couldn't touch the blood stains in the higher places with the rag in his hand, the goblin began to think about whether he should spend three days making a ladder first. Take the one-week deadline that the demons and archmages said before they set out. After the ladder is built, Seth has about a day to finish the cleaning work, but within three days he will not build a ladder that can be climbed. Goblins don't have any faith in this.

Salas, the dark knight who came out of the hall and led the skeleton Mataxis, solved the goblin puzzle with ease. Standing on the back of the skeleton horse, the goblin easily wiped the blood from the heights turned around and wanted to express his gratitude for the help of the Dark Knight. He was surprised to find that the Dark Knight was carrying a package. It's clear that the Dark Knight wants to get out and about.

The goblin hurriedly jumped off the skeleton horse's back, reached out and grabbed the Dark Knight's cloak: "Mr. Salas, are you going out?"

"Hmm," replied the voice of the Dark Knight Salas, as if coming from the hollow armor. "I'm going to be out for a while, and that, my former master, seems, still exists somewhere in this world. I had to find him. ”

"Previous master?" the goblin didn't quite understand what the Dark Knight meant. Previous owners. Refers to the necromancer who woke the Dark Knight from the grave, right? Somewhere in the world? The goblin didn't dare to ask, after all, the necromantic aura on the Dark Knight in front of him had an effect on any creature around him all the time: "So, when will Mr. Salas come back?"

"I don't know about that. The Dark Knight stepped onto the skeleton horse and began to examine his armor and weapons.

"Well, I'm left here alone......" the goblin said with obvious disappointment. "What if those brave men come?"

"Don't worry, just shout for help if there's anything, Caesar, the red dragon on the top of the volcano, won't leave it alone. Taxis, it's time for us to hit the road. The Dark Knight left the dungeon without looking back. Goblinsette was left alone, and the Dark Knight's last words before leaving echoed in his head: "Although I don't know until I will leave." But, trust me. I'll definitely be back and build the dungeon with you. ”

The demons and archmages on the borders of the Holy Asserr Empire were completely unaware of the Dark Knight's departure from the dungeon. At this moment, the demon Amtils and the archmage Aqiman are in a hurry, along with the two sisters of the dark elves, as well as the half-orc Fuge. Although Nia and Niss are very satisfied with the environment around Thor, Thor's Volcano and the dungeon, after all, the two of them cannot make a decision for the leaders of the Thieves' Guild in Onyx City of the Holy Asyr Empire, so they must go back to Onyx City to report the harvest of this trip. Although he could not speak the lingua franca, the half-orc Fugue, who could barely understand it, expressed his desire to bring his people to the vicinity of the dungeon to establish a new village, and the demon immediately welcomed the new dungeon dwellers as it would bring a steady tax to the dìng.

The Orc Fuge's hometown is in the Kingdom of Sylvia, north of the Holy Asserr Empire, and the Orc tribe that has lived for hundreds of years has been quite harmonious with the local residents. No race of race, except for the elegant elves, was unhappy with these honest and hardworking orcs, who were only disgusted with orcs because of their habitual rude behavior and irritable behavior, but did not demand much more from their neighbors.

It's just that the situation in recent years has forced the local orc tribe to think about leaving. The Orcs from the Far North crossed the sea from the Ice and Snow Continent to invade the kingdom of Sylvia. Just three years later, the kingdom of Sylvia was invaded by orc invaders, and the local population, including Fuge's tribe, fled south to take refuge in the Holy Asyr Empire, and the invaders also launched an attack on the borders of the Holy Asyr Empire. Although he refused to send troops to help due to the enmity with the Kingdom of Sylvia for nearly a hundred years, when the invaders came to their borders, the army of the Holy Asyr Empire also came nearby. The mighty Blood Griffin Knights, led by the Second Prince of the Holy Asyr Empire, Yaku Klein, easily routed the invading orc forces, and even drove them all back to several small islands off the northern coastline, which were the first stop of the Orc invasion from the Ice Continent.

Taking advantage of the Orc invasion, the Holy Aser Empire captured the territory and inhabitants of the Kingdom of Sylvia, and the army returned to Onyx City in triumph. However, the orc tribe that originally inhabited the kingdom of Sylvia faced a situation of homelessness. Residents of other races have experienced invasions by their own kind. The reason for the burning of the homeland is attributed to all the orcs. The dwarven blacksmiths refused to provide the orcs with tools for farming, and the elves claimed that all forests were forbidden to the orcs. Orcs who gather food or hunt can be attacked by elven archers. Even the most treacherous human merchants, who never spare a lucrative profit, had to suspend all trade with orcs, because if any goods were sold to orcs, the local nosy halflings would spread the word to everyone, and the merchant would be reduced to being unable to trade with any race other than orcs.

Although they were not intelligent, the orcs quickly learned what the other inhabitants meant, and they were no longer able to live in the area. Many of the tribes had already left, and the Fugg tribes were waiting for news of the places they had sent out to bring back and where they could move.

Although it is common to see a look of astonishment, the inhabitants of the Duchy of Sumerand have little special opinion or hostility towards orcs. Outside the underground city of Tor Volcano there is a large area of land that can be cultivated. There was no sign of the elves in the forest, as the orcs called "twisting and twisting", and the dungeon lord and demon Amtils expressed a warm welcome to the idea of leading the tribe to migrate. The orc Fuge decided to rush back to the tribe as much as possible to bring his people to settle near the dungeon. Therefore, instead of holding a grudge against the demon and the mage who bound him up, Fugg kindly carried the huge package for the demon.

The demon's parcel was filled with jewelry, gold teeth in the corpse's mouth, and all sorts of miscellaneous items that had been unearthed from the corpses in Neal Canyon. Although the armor stripped from the corpse at that time had a fairly good way out in the mineral-rich city of Thor, and the gold obtained had been taken back from the hands of the dark elves and paid the rent demanded by the red dragon, in the coming days, the planned expansion of the dungeon would require a large amount of money, especially since the red dragon insisted on doubling the rent after hearing that the orc tribe would move to the local area, and the demon could only use his brains from these miscellaneous things.

However, the inhabitants of Thor's city preferred to throw their coins on the counter of the final hotel in exchange for a large glass of cherry wine. They are also reluctant to spend the proceeds of their labor on these ornaments, which should fetch a good price in the famous metropolis of Agate City, which is famous on the mainland. This was one of the main purposes of the Demon's visit, and the Demon's plan included negotiating with the Thieves' Guild to establish a branch in Thor. The demon hoped that this would be a long-term and stable source of income, and finally the demon would like to add more members to the Lower City in the Holy Acer Empire, where there are more races living in the city of Bharthor, as long as they are willing to move to the demon's dungeon and contribute their strength or taxes, regardless of race, the demon Amtils welcomes them, except for the angels. It was for these three purposes that the demon took the archmage Aqiman, the dark elf sisters, and the orcs on a journey to Onyx, the imperial capital of the Holy Aserr Empire.

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, grabbing the right hand of the dark elf that had been hiding under the table. The clash of cards and tables startled the two guests who had just stepped into the tavern. Judging by the appearance of their beautiful but slightly tacky clothes, and the fact that they had no goods at hand. It was most likely a loaded merchant 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 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 maniacally, "I'm sorry you didn't catch me cheating, well, hurry up and sign 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 cried out for bad luck. While signing 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 demon group would have been in the tavern in Onyx City by now. 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 his game with Ness, and whispered how Ness had hidden the two cards she had been holding in her right hand. Nia looked coldly at Niss who mingled with the mage from the sidelines, and didn't say a word. Just sipping the sweet wine in his own glass one by one.

The orc Fugg was settling the horses with weak hooves in the scorching sun, and the demon began to look at the two guests who had entered the tavern, expecting to hear from them about Onyx, which might be useful for the sale of the sundries the demon had brought.

One of the merchants ordered a glass of rye wine and said to his companion as he drank it. "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 Qeda 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 what she was thinking, added, "It seems that we have to rush back to Onyx City immediately." (To be continued......)