"Impossible, Salas was awakened, it was already three hundred years ago, and it is impossible for humans to have a lifespan of three hundred years. After a little thought, the archmage came to a conclusion.

The last to enter the dungeon gate were two gray dwarves, Carey just stared at the black flower sculpture on the stone door, while Morgan threw the burden in his hand and interjected, "What if that isn't human?"

"Only creatures as short-lived as humans would be interested in necromancy, as a rule. Aqiman said without thinking. "The mages who delve into necromancy are all humans, myself included, and that's what I know. ”

The demon carefully avoided the wound on his body and lay down on a blanket in the corner: "I am more interested in why Salas went to his former master. As he spoke, the demon noticed a small hole in the foot of the wall, and there were some ashes of burned wood in the hole. "It's been three hundred years, doesn't it mean that the Dark Knight's master died shortly after summoning him?"

"Three hundred years, only three hundred years. If I'm not mistaken, even after three thousand years, the necromancer's spells still work. Aqiman sat down at the table and placed the magic bag beside him on the table. "Although no one has verified it, I believe that the master of Salas still has the power to command and restrain him, if he really wants to. ”

"If he dies, will he lose control of what you call the Dark Knight?" said another gray dwarf, Carry.

"Not necessarily. The demon took some of the sticks of grass that the goblin had sent and threw them into the small hole that the goblin had dug out to use as a fireplace. "It's not that kind of creature. What's it called, what kind of demon it seems to be? Aqiman, you told me. ”

Aqiman frowned. A little flame was bounced from his finger towards the firewood in the fireplace. "I don't think so. The complexity of the spell that made that creature simply exceeded the limits of a creature. ”

"What creatures are you talking about?" A voice like a clash of gold and iron sounded at the entrance of the dungeon, and the two gray dwarves who looked back immediately felt a chill, and the dark knight Salas, who was dressed in full black armor, walked in slowly, like two beating flames, the eyes of the dark knight seemed to be looking at the demon: "Amtils, what's wrong with you?"

The Dungeon Lord cautiously turned over and showed the Dark Knight the deep bony wound on his chest: "Someone slashed, Aqiman said it was a demon-killing weapon. ”

"Mr. Salas, you're back too?" the goblin jumped up for joy, ready to help the Dark Knight unload his equipment, while the archmage looked the Dark Knight up and down. It was found that he had experienced a lot of battles recently, and there were countless scratches on both his breastplate and shield: "I said Salas, your master, well, what happened to your previous master?"

"Well, I'm coming back for this. Salas paused, his gaze seemingly resting on the table, on the magic pocket of the archmage Aqiman. "I'll come back and get some things and leave. ”

The goblin looked at the Dark Knight with long eyes, "Ahhh

"Yes, but now that they're back, I'm relieved. Amtils, you have to cultivate well. Do your best to take care of your injuries. Salas's voice was as cold as usual.

There was a dull feeling in the hall of the dungeon, "What are you going to do out and about?" Maybe we can help?" the demon grinned a little, trying to break the suffocating atmosphere.

"I, don't worry, I'll be fine, just go out for a while. Seth, say hello to Caesar the Red Dragon for me. At the last remark, Salas seemed to raise his voice, as if echoing his words, and a long hiss from the skeleton Mataxis suddenly sounded outside the door, sounding as if someone had been attacked suddenly.

The skullmar's cry instantly drew the attention of almost everyone in the hall, and the goblinsette stayed still staring at the dungeon gates, the demon struggled to stand up, the archmage clenched the staff of the phantasmal star in his hand, and the two gray dwarves ran out of the door in unison.

That's when the Dark Knight acted. Salas took a step, rushed to the table, grabbed the archmage's magic pouch, and poured all the contents onto the table: a few coins, two potions, and a few magic scrolls, as well as the Book of the Moon and the keys to open it: Obsidian and Ruby. Without hesitation, the Dark Knight grabbed the Book of the Moon, but threw down the small cloth bag that was tied to the Book of the Moon, revealing a jeweled glow, and then turned and rushed out of the dungeon gates.

Morgan and Carey rushed out the door to look around, but turned their heads when they didn't notice anything, just as the Dark Knight forced his way between the two of them, causing the two gray dwarves to roll in each direction, and the goblins watched in amazement as they watched what was happening in the hall, and had no time to react, while the demon accidentally touched the wound on his arm in a hurry, curling up in pain and shivering in pain.

The archmage looked back blankly and swept the contents of the table back into his magic pocket, "Hell, this must have something to do with his previous master. I chased after it to see what was going on. The archmage thought for a moment, and threw the small cloth bag containing the obsidian and ruby into the arms of the demon, who was still in pain. "I didn't take these two gems with me to avoid accidents. ”

"What is this place?" said Archmage Aqiman, confused, as he jumped off his horse, and the dark horse he was riding gradually turned into a shadow until it disappeared into the darkness around him.

Archmage Aqiman had been following the footsteps of the skeleton Mataxis under the seat of the Dark Knight Salas, and although the mage had summoned the shadow horse from the Atlas to take his place, he could not keep up with the skeleton horse's speed in any way, and now he had to lower his head and check the footprints on the ground with the little starlight on the staff of the phantasmal star.

It was a small pine hillside, and it took the Archmage more than half of the night to track down the place through several groves in quick succession, and Aqiman had been living in the dungeon beneath the Tor volcano for quite some time. But I've never been to this hill before. Theoretically, the leaves of the pine tree should not block the moonlight in the sky too tightly. But Aqiman found that there was hardly a glimmer of light around him.

The archmage walked slowly along the footsteps of the skeleton horses on the ground. Soon he came to a path paved with bluestone slabs, which were so thick with dust that it looked like no one had set foot on them for many years. "Three rows of horseshoe prints. The archmage watched closely, and he judged that the Dark Knight Salas, riding the skeleton Mataxis, had walked the path for the third time, and once again, and now for the third time, and Aqiman sincerely hoped that in the near future, a fourth line of horseshoe prints would appear on the path.

It's a whole cemetery, the archmage can be sure of that, and I'm afraid some of the most ancient tombs. From the architectural style to the weathering of the tombstones, the archmage was able to come to this conclusion, and the archmage began to try to find some vague clues about the place in his heart. "That place, if you guys want to go in, it's still a little too tender. Once, when Goblinsette got lost in the woods outside the dungeon, the Red Dragon said to them, "It's a cemetery, but there are no corpses sleeping there." It leads to a place you wouldn't wish to go. ”

Archmage Aqiman had already walked in at this moment, and judging by his current form, he had to keep going, and Aqiman smiled bitterly and continued to follow the skeleton horse's footsteps until he reached the low tomb at the end of the path. The stone door of the burial chamber has been broken from the outside. The archmage saw that it was pitch black inside, and that the skeleton Mataxis had footprints leading into the tomb, and Aqiman began to consider whether he should go back to the dungeon and find someone to go in with. "Who's going to help? The two dark elves aren't there. Forget it, Seth, the demon won't be able to get here, and it's necessary to leave two gray dwarves to protect him. But I don't understand what he's saying. Aqiman tossed and turned, but could not think of anyone to help, the orc Fugg only spoke a little lingua franca other than their own language and goblin language, which was the mother tongue of the goblins, and Caesar the Red Dragon was definitely not a model of helpfulness, and the archmage finally decided to go in alone to see what was going on inside.

The chamber was small compared to the other tombs on either side of the path, and the chamber was empty, devoid of ornamentation or sculpture, except for a stone staircase leading to the ground, which the archmage was surprised to find covered with black marble slabs. Marble has been an expensive building material from ancient times to the present, but the identity of the owner of this tomb is not simple, the archmage thought as he walked down the stairs step by step, and the room on the next floor was still pitch black, but when the archmage chanted a spell and let the crystal ball at the top of the wand of the phantasmagory star flow out of a soft white light, the surrounding environment made the archmage gasp.

The walls are surrounded by frescoes of gold and demarcated by small grains of jade and crystal, and even the eyes of the figures are inlaid with shiny black pearls, and in each of the four corners of the chamber is an oil lamp standing on the floor, the pillar is a whole gold bead, and the lampshade is carved from a single agate. Except for the one where the archmage walked down the stairs, there was an arch on each of the other walls, which presumably led to the other rooms of the tomb, and Aqiman found that the frames of these arches were made of wood, but he wondered why the wood, which had been aged for an unknown number of years, showed no signs of decay at all. The floor of the chamber was covered with black stone slabs, and in the center was an ancient, diamond-shaped family crest made of colored bricks, and Akiman remembered that he seemed to have seen it somewhere, and the footprints of the skeleton Mataksis extended to the edge of the coat of arms, and then suddenly disappeared completely.

The archmage cautiously looked around, but could not see any suspicious traces, so he stepped forward and crouched down beside the crest to examine it carefully, and it did not take long for the archmage to tell that the crest was not one with the ground around it. "Is there a deeper layer in this tomb?" the archmage stood up, tentatively reaching one foot over the diamond-shaped family crest, and when he saw that there was no Tokyo, he simply stepped into the range of the family crest on the floor. As soon as the archmage's feet touched the ground, he heard a strange noise coming from the ground, an ethereal feeling that seemed to be the sound of flowing water, but there was no water flowing at all. Then there was a dull rattle of gears or something. There must have been some mechanism underneath this burial chamber, and Aqiman suddenly felt his feet loosen. The diamond-shaped family crest slowly began to sink into the ground, and a large diamond-shaped hole appeared in front of the archmage.

When the diamond-shaped family crest finally stopped sinking, Aqiman carefully put his head into the big hole and looked around, only to see that the hole was a slightly inclined downward corridor. The path wasn't too wide, but it was big enough for the Dark Knight Salas to gallop through it, and it was surrounded by white slabs of glossy white stone that the archmage couldn't see the end of the path with his eyes.

The strange sound from the ground sounded again, and the archmage noticed that the family crest began to rise to the ground, and after a little thought, the archmage did not hesitate to jump directly into the large hole in the ground before the sound of the mechanism sounded, and then entered the tunnel that led to an unknown place.

With the diamond-shaped family coat of arms again parallel to the floor in the burial chamber. Archmage Aqiman was plunged into complete darkness.

When the dungeon lord and demon Amtils was carried to the cave of the red dragon Caesar, he was already completely dying.

A week had passed since the night when the Dark Knight Salas stole the Book of the Moon, but there was no trace of the Archmage who was tracking the Dark Knight, and this week, the demon learned that the orc village was in good shape during his absence from the dungeon, which was good news, but the demon's mind was always on the Dark Knight and the archmage.

Morgan and Carey, the grey dwarves, had been busy looking around for veins these days, and they had heard that they were approaching one of them, and it was noon that day when the two of them returned to the dungeon. Just in time, I saw the demon supporting himself with a wooden stick, trying to get out of the dungeon. The situation of the dungeon lord has not improved in the slightest in the past few days. Unable to support it even more in a hurry, the two gray dwarves stepped into the gate of the dungeon just as the demon fell to the ground.

The demon who woke up kept clamoring to go out to find the traces of the archmage and the dark knight, but the goblins who rushed back after hearing the news did not think so; on the one hand, the demon himself was afraid that his body could not support it, and on the other hand, both the goblins and the orcs who were hunting everywhere had been trying to find the traces of the two of them in the past few days, but they found nothing at all. A heavy rain on the morning after the Dark Knight's departure wiped out all footprints.

So the goblin came up with another idea, he and the two gray dwarves worked together to carry the demon to the cave of the red dragon Caesar, the red dragon's lair is located in the crater of the Tor volcano, and if it wasn't for the half-orc Fugg who heard the news to come to help, the demon Amtils might have been more seriously injured along the way. But the goblins had no choice, and the dungeon master's injuries worsened, and the witch doctors of the rich tribe came to see them, but none of them could do anything, and one of the witch doctors dared to try to cast a medical spell on the demon, but the demon fainted on the spot in pain. "Maybe the older Red Dragon will have a way of healing Mr. Amtils' wounds. Goblin thought.

The momentum of the red dragon was always unbearable, even the most daring orc Fugg was a little trembling at it, only the goblinsette was completely unaffected, he stepped forward to wake up the red dragon who was taking a nap: "Mr. Caesar, Mr. Caesar?"

"Little one, what are you doing here with me at this time?" The sleepy-eyed red dragon didn't seem to see the orcs, the gray dwarves, and the demons lying on the stretcher: "If it's an adventurer, just let them come up directly." ”

"No, Mr. Caesar. We'd like to ask you for help. The goblin looked up at the red dragon, his eyes looking expectant.

The red dragon shook his head vigorously to sober himself up: "Help, what's the matter with you, little one?" The red dragon finally saw the demon lying on the stretcher, as well as the wounds on his chest and arms: "...... What's wrong with this stupid demon, little one? Why does he look like a dead fish that has been drying in the sun for ten days?"

"What are you talking about, dead dragon!" the demon raised his hand in protest without hesitation, "I'm still alive and well...... Phew!" The gesture of raising his hand touched the wound on the demon's chest, causing the demon to snort lowly.

"Okay, not necessarily!" the red dragon turned his head and carefully examined the wound on the demon's chest, "It's a beautiful wound, it's a memento from there, stupid...... Little devil?"

The demon didn't dare to wave his hand casually anymore: "Remember a ghost! These two hellish wounds were cut by others, but I don't know why they haven't healed all the time...... Wait, who do you call a little devil?"

The red dragon lowered his head and approached the demon's wound as close as he could: "It's you, when I moved to Mount Thor, your mother's mother was still years away from being born. ...... Is it a demon-killing weapon?"

"Yes, listen to the mage, it's specifically for us. I don't know why, but the burning breath from the dragon's mouth was a rather comfortable feeling for the demon.

"That's a problem, little devil. The red dragon retracted his head and lay back on the ground. "Originally, if you came to this continent in a projection state, you only needed to go back to the Abyss Demon Domain to cultivate for a few days. But ......"

"But what?" the anxious goblin hurriedly asked.

The red dragon sighed helplessly: "But your stupid dungeon master came to this world as an entity, so there is no way to cure such an injury, little one." Unless you can find the Blue Mist Grass. ”

"Is that strange halfling telling the truth?" said the demon unconsciously to himself, and the halfling he met in Port Bor, whom everyone called Tes, had also said that the demon's wounds could not be healed, but the red dragon asked with interest, "Halfling, has a halfling said the same thing as me?" (to be continued......