The Dark Knight Salas walked down a pitch-black hallway at the end of which was a pitch-black gate framed with black gravel blocks and two pitch-black stone slabs on which a large magical symbol emerged, glowing with a faint gray glow.

The Dark Knight didn't put on his armor as usual, but casually put on a black coarse cloth coat with the edges of the coat already showing signs of decay, and the Dark Knight held the Book of the Moon tightly in his arms and walked to the gate to stand still. There was no need to knock on the door or shout any slogans, the two black doors opened automatically, and inside was the room of the Dark Knight's owner.

Just like the room of the Dark Knight Salas, the corridor outside, and the doorway of this room, the interior of the room is dominated by black. There are several chests on each side of the doorway, all of which are made of black metal and slate of black stone, and under the wall to the left of the door is a completely black bed with several black gems scattered on the bed, and under the wall to the right of the door is a row of black chests made of black stone flakes with black metal plates attached. There was a large window in the wall facing the door, and when you looked out of it, you could only see a pitch black patch, and under the black stone windowsill was a large desk, which the Dark Knight estimated to be about twice the length of his hands stretched out to either side. The desk was rather rudimentary, with several black stone pillars topped by large black slabs, rows of black bottles, if not stone, they must have been made of the black metal common here, the Dark Knight was convinced, as well as several books and an open book of magic on the table. Not only was the cover of the magic book black, but even the inside pages were black. The other books look more normal. It's like the books that the demon Amtils stole from the library in Thor.

A figure stood in front of the desk, and when he saw the figure, the Dark Knight quickly knelt down on one knee. "Salas is here, my master. The black figure who had come to Salas's room to call him suddenly appeared behind the Dark Knight and reported loudly to the man standing at his desk.

"Got it, you get out. "The voice of the person standing at the desk is exactly the same as the voice that was in the Dark Knight's room, transmitted directly to the Dark Knight's heart. "Come here, Salas. Present the Book of the Moon that you brought back from the face of the earth to me, your master. ”

Salas stood up. Carefully bypassing a fire pit built in the middle of the room, and walking in the direction of the desk, there were several black pebbles burning in the firepit, and even the flames that were lit were black, but these black flames did not emit the same warm heat as the usual flames, and Salas felt a little chill in his limbs as he walked past the coals.

Salas walked up to the figure, knelt down on one knee again, and held the Book of the Moon in both hands to the figure, who quickly grabbed the Book of the Moon in his hand and began to examine it carefully. The Dark Knight knelt before the figure with his head bowed until the figure's furious voice rang out.

"Why can't you open it? I know, I have to have a key. Salath, you didn't bring the key back with you?" the figure suddenly raised a hand to Saraz, who immediately knew something was wrong. The same pain that had been felt twice in the room came back to the Dark Knight. In the blink of an eye, Salas was lying on the ground shivering, and the figure stood still looking at him.

Salas struggled to struggle. After two rolls on the ground, Salas found himself rolling to the pit of black flames, and the figure had come up to Salas, who had somehow reached his side, and then raised one foot and kicked Salas's hand into the burning black pebbles.

"Ah......h As a necromantic creature like the Dark Knight, he didn't feel any pain, but now Salas once again felt the pain, and the black flame seedlings pulsed slowly and rhythmlessly on the bones of Salas's whole body as if they were gods. For a moment, the Dark Knight longed to pluck off his skull and return to the realm of death, but even the thought was an extravagant hope for now, and Salas couldn't move except for the bones of his fingers and toes that were beating unconsciously and unconsciously.

"Well, that's just a little lesson. I don't want this kind of incomplete situation to happen to you again, Salas. Next time you're going to taste a thousand lifetimes of pain like this, I promise. The figure said, then turned and let the black flames wander over the Dark Knight, who Salas couldn't scream.

"Okay. Let's see exactly where the key to the Book of the Moon is. The figure turned around, holding a small bottle in his hand, and spilled the contents of the bottle into the air. The small bottle appeared to be a black oil, but instead of landing on the ground, the oil was poured out and condensed into a huge film in the air. "Look here. The figure commanded.

Salas endured the scorching black flames and carefully turned his skull sideways, and the figure began to raise its hand to scratch something in the air, and in an instant, a figure appeared on the membrane.

It was a female demon, young and beautiful, with an unusually moving figure, but there were many scars on her skin. The female demon sat on a red stone, her feet dipped in the magma beneath the stone, and she played with two gems in her hands, one of which shimmered purple and the other green. The female demon stared ahead, as if thoughtful. The Dark Knight noticed the sight around the female demon, the crimson earth, the green trees, and the fiery red lava pools all around.

"Hell, in the Abyss Demon Realm, that's not where you shit can go. There was a hint of helplessness in the figure's voice. "Wait, what is this?" the figure waved its hand again, drawing a magic symbol. The scene in the film in the air suddenly changed. A familiar figure of the Dark Knight appeared in the film.

It was a gray desert. Archmage Aqiman swung the Staff of the Phantasmal Star in his hand vigorously, and everywhere the Staff of the Phantasmal Star went, the starlight near the crystal ball floating at the top of the Staff of the Phantasmal Star flickered, and the skeletons scattered and fell down as soon as they touched the starlight. However, more skeletons were crawling out of the sand, and the Dark Knight Salas could clearly see the panicked look on the archmage's face. I saw that Aqiman suddenly took out a magic scroll and threw it to the ground, and a silver-white circle of light spread out, forming a protective circle for the archmage, and ignoring the skeleton with teeth and claws outside the protective circle, Aqiman sat on the ground by himself.

The figure suddenly reached out and grabbed at the film in the air, causing the image in the film to throb violently and disappear into thin air; Salas?" The figure snapped its fingers, and the Dark Knight noticed that the black flames around him had suddenly retreated into the firepit. "There is no room for any living objects in this world, go ahead, Salas, and take the skeleton knights to kill him. ”

"Holly grass, silver glow grass, and heavenly flowers, oh my God, how much does this ointment cost?" Dark Elf Niss put down the ointment bottle in her hand, and looked at the demon Amtils, the dungeon lord and demon with a sad face, and the demon was also worried about this question. The herbs Ness had listed were only a fraction of the ingredients in the ointment that had been applied to the demon's wounds, and there were many more valuable herbs that the Dark Elf did not say.

"I think, about 100,000 gold coins. The demon's voice became weak. The demon had been thinking about it for a long time before he could estimate the price. But he knew that the value of the ointment would only be higher than that price.

"Huh?" Ness unconsciously raised her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes revealing a look of surprise, "No...... You dare to put such a horrible price and such an expensive ointment on your body?"

"Even if you are a dead person, you may be able to resurrect if you apply a little of this ointment. The demon sighed incessantly, as if a hundred thousand gold coins were pressed on his back, but he could not take them off. "I'd rather die, this ointment was applied to me by Seth, and I couldn't move. ”

Ness snickered, "Then there is no way, anyway, 100,000 gold coins have already been painted on you." I can't help you with the medicine money, but as for the rent, I can help you pay a little. As she spoke, Ness placed a small cloth bag on the table. "By the way, what about Seth, where did he go?"

"Go up the mountain with the grey dwarves and learn how to find ore veins. The demon answered the dark elf thief's question as he reached out and opened the small cloth bag on the table, and several colorful gems rolled out of the cloth bag, causing the demon's eyes to glow brightly along with the gems. "Where did this come from? Don't tell me that I got it in that poor place in Port Bor!"

"Clever boy, I did get it back from Port Bor, and my sister and I have heard some news, would you like to hear about it?"

A few days earlier, the Archmage and the two grey dwarves had just found a carriage and set out on their way back to the dungeon with the immobile demons, and Ness and her sister Nia had returned to the Bad Mars Inn in Port Bor. However, both of them were put on makeup, the older sister Nia wore a hood and covered her face with a black veil, looking like a middle-aged woman, and Niss wore her long hair tied up to cover her pointed ears, looking like a small human girl.

The two sisters walked side by side into the lobby of the Bad Mars Hotel, carefully avoiding the hostess's gaze and taking a seat at one of the long tables. Across the long table sat a middle-aged man, his face looking nothing out of the ordinary, except for the white, smooth skin of the natives of Port Bor, whose rough skin had been blown by the sea breeze, with a whole glass of rye wine in front of him, and pork chops steaming from his plate. But he didn't seem to have any appetite, just playing with the knife and fork in his hand with a blank face, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Soon the man he was waiting for came. It was a small young man, with unusually neat clothes and a small iron plaque with a small hook carved on his waist. Niss and Nia looked at each other. They immediately guessed that the little man must be a member of the local thieves' guild, and that ordinary people would have mistaken the hook on the iron plate for a sailor or a groom. But the Dark Elf sisters, who grew up in the Thieves' Guild, recognize them at a glance. It was a special prop used by thieves to snatch people's baggage and even their belongings.

The little man's steps were very light, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the middle-aged man and sat down: "I'm Jimmy, and they all call me Jimmy, maybe because I run away so fast." ”

"I'm Ise, the elder of the Agate City Guild. The middle-aged man immediately came to his senses, pulled out a small silver plaque and shook it in front of Jimmy, and the dark elf sisters clearly saw the cross symbol on it.

"Oh, it's the Elder. Jimmy unceremoniously began to cut the pork chops on the plate in front of Isser, "Is there anything you have to do with our port of Bor?"

Ise began to look around cautiously, and Ness quickly lowered her head to avoid his gaze, "Yes, something." And it's big business. Not seeing any suspicious characters, Isser began to lower her voice and start talking to Jimmy. Niss and Nia couldn't hear him clearly, but they could barely hear a few words: traitor, dark elf, and hunt. Ise's words were quite brief, and Jimmy had only finished his sentence by shoving half of the pork chops into his mouth.

So Jimmy looked up and poured the ale on the table into his mouth, "So, they were here yesterday? Bell, can you come over here?" Jimmy began to call out the name of the hostess at the inn.

The waitress walked up to Jimmy, and Jimmy reached out and put his arm around her waist: "My beauty." Did two elves, two dwarves, and two other guests visit your inn yesterday?"

The hostess's answer was yes.

"So, where are they now?" Jimmy let go of his hand. Instead, he stroked the hostess's face.

"The two dwarves and two other guests have left in a carriage this morning. And the two elves, one of them is here?" the hostess gestured to the seat across from Jimmy's table, but by this time, Ness was no longer seated.

Ness had jumped onto the table, half-crouched, the long dagger pointed at Ise's throat, and Ether stared dumbfounded at the dark elf thief in front of her, and the hostess let out an earth-shattering scream, and Jimmy didn't hesitate to push her in Ness's direction, then turned to escape. Jimmy's nickname is well deserved, and in the blink of an eye, Jimmy has fled to the door, but seems to have crashed into an invisible wall, and then fell to the ground with his nose covered, it turns out that Nia has cast a spell before Jimmy escapes, an invisible force field sealed the door of the Bad Martian Hotel.

Ness kicked the waitress who was falling to her side, reached behind her head with one hand, and coiled up her long scattered hair: "It's Isser the Wood Man, you have taken on the position of elder, congratulations." Nia picked up Jimmy, who had fallen to the ground, and threw it next to Ise, "Say, what are you doing here?"

Isser, the wooden man, got his name from the expressionless character that almost always happened. He was a subordinate of Edgar, the halfling elder of the original Thieves' Guild, and he hid after the Thieves' Guild headquarters fell, and there was no trace of him; But at this time, Isser could no longer maintain the true character of the "wooden man", seeing that his face was blue and his teeth kept "clucking", but he could not say a word; Ness, who had lost her patience, used her long dagger to cut a trail of blood on Isser's neck, and at the same time put on the most vicious expression she could make: "I must ask you to open your mouth today, even if you have to pull out your teeth one by one, I will never hesitate even for half a second." ”

There was a "boom", and the Iserian with his chair fell to the ground. "No, don't kill me, I'll say anything. ”

Archmage Aqiman could be sure that he had come to a terrible place. It's a different world, with endless gray sand dunes as far as the eye can see, and occasionally a black object that looks like a tree on the dunes from a distance, but when you walk in, Aqiman realizes that it's nothing more than a stone pillar that has begun to weather.

The archmage had been walking on the grey desert for days, and he wondered why his spell to summon his mount had lost its effect the moment he left the path, but fortunately the spell to create water and food was still working, otherwise Archmage Aqiman would have died of thirst without the necromantic creatures around him.

There seemed to be only necromantic creatures in the desert, and the archmage could not see anything alive here, whether it was a human, animal, or plant, and from time to time a skeleton or two of ravens flew in the sky, and skeletons with bare hands, or a random stone club, or even a weapon of their own bones were constantly coming out of the sand to attack the archmage. Strangely, the original orange eyes of all the necromantic creatures actually looked blood-red here. Occasionally, Achman even saw a few evil spirits, undead creatures with living intelligence, completely ignoring Akiman's cries, and leading a large group of ghosts behind him to wander around. Aqiman felt like he was about to collapse. (To be continued......)