"Don't pull me so hard!

"Less nonsense, if you want to take a few more ice baths, there is a chance!"

If the farmer in a field happened to be looking into the air at this moment, he might have witnessed such a spectacle: the mage in black robe viciously pulled a dark elf wearing the emblem of the Thieves' Guild from the air, and behind, a demon was trying to speed up to catch up with the mage's figure, but the trembling wings from time to time could clearly tell any spectator that just maintaining the height of his flight was already a difficult task for the demon, after all, with a large orc on his shoulder, it was almost a miracle to be able to fly。

If Archmage Aqiman, who was pulling the slender Dark Elf to cast a flying spell to open the way in front, was only making a slight movement, the demon Amtils, who was carrying a half-orc weighing nearly twice his weight on his shoulder, was moving slowly in the air was a miner in the mine, doing that unbearable physical work.

The mage who put the burden on his boss with the phrase "I can't carry the orc with my strength" was enduring the white eyes of the dark elf Niss, because Niss had expected to be able to follow the demon who was red but at least handsome, and not to fly under the pull of the mage who had just been soaked with the ice water he had just obtained by magic, and the orc enjoyed the feeling of looking down on the earth from the air, after all, the chance of flying in the life of a normal orc was almost zero.

The distance to the dungeon at the foot of the Tor Volcano was already very close, but the archmage's flight speed suddenly increased a lot, and the demons behind looked in the direction of the archmage. It was immediately clear why the mage's face had suddenly changed: the gate of the dungeon that came from the cemetery. At this moment, it is stained with fresh blood!

The muscles and veins of the Dark Knight Salas have long since been returned to the earth. So the blood could not have come from the Dark Knight, and rather than the fact that Goblin Set had allowed the blood of a dark elf to stain the gates, the demons and mages were willing to believe that the goblin's corpse was lying in front of the dungeon's gates.

Thankfully, the idea of the demon and the mage didn't come to fruition right away. The mage landed directly in front of the dungeon's gates as he viciously said threatening words such as "If something happens to the goblins, I'm going to do something to you" to the dark elf thief Ness, who was staring at the bloodstains on the gate. The mage, who was about to break into the dungeon hall by slamming the gate directly, decided to temporarily postpone his rough action when he saw the feet of the corpse of the human warrior exposed in the grass outside the gate.

It's a pity that the landing process of the demon who followed the archmage was unusually smooth. Although he barely achieved the goal of landing on both feet, the weight of the orc on the demon's shoulders became a powerful force at this moment, and with the direction of inertia, the demon crashed towards the dark elf in front of him.

The screams of the dark elves could only be heard all the way to the city of Thor, which was at least a day and a half away. Feeling that most of the ribs in her chest might have been broken, Niss screamed as she involuntarily joined the demons and orcs who continued to be guided forward by inertia.

Archmage Aqiman didn't even have time to scream. The Archmage recalled. At that time, you could feel the feeling of various metal materials being flattened under the hammers of blacksmiths. Archmage Archmage Akiman, who landed on the ground and immediately let go of Ness's hand, accepted the impact of the weight of the orcs, demons, and dark elves without reservation, and spread his hands and feet directly to the gate of the dungeon. "So I'm glad I didn't choose to be a knight or a warrior, so there are probably a few fewer bars of iron in the world that are destined to be smashed under the hammer of a dwarven blacksmith. The Archmage added.

There is no doubt that although the stone gate of the dungeon was stolen from the tomb of a legendary king, that does not mean that the door is capable of withstanding such an impact. So under the collision, the dungeon is in a situation where the door is open. Dark Elf Ness was lying at the only table in the dungeon, looking like she had lost her senses, the demon was pressed against the dark elf's back, her legs kicking and staring like a dying frog, and the orc sat on the demon's back in a daze, as if she couldn't figure it out anyway. How did they smash the rather hard-looking stone gate? As for the mages, at this time, it was like the frescoes. Quietly attached to the door panel of the dungeon.

In the hall of the dungeon, on either side of the only dining table, two people leaned against the stone pillars behind them. Judging from the corpse of the brave man outside the door and the armor on the dining table that he didn't know had been stripped from the unlucky ghost, the dark knight Salas was discussing the value of the armor on the table with Nia, the dark elf standing far away.

"Salas, what are you doing at this time?"

"Nia, why didn't you wait for me and Fugg to arrive before attacking and entering the dungeon?"

The demon asked Salas why he had allowed the Dark Elf mage who was intent on attacking him to enter the dungeon, and pretended to get up from the Dark Elf with ease, while the Dark Elf, who felt as if he had removed the entire Tor volcano in an instant, stood up and sat on the floor. The archmage who was originally attached to the door also slid to the ground silently and lightly at this time. Looking at the demon that had risen from her sister's body, the dark elf mage Nia frowned and put her hands in a strange pose.

"Sister, don't do it now, it seems that we can talk about a little cooperation with this demon lord of the dungeon lord. As she spoke, Niss pulled out a dagger that she didn't know where to hide on her body and cut off the strip of cloth that bound her hands, and the mage had already removed the enhanced magic on the strip of cloth before she set off. Seeing this, the half-orc Fugg who had already stood up as soon as he arrived here easily pulled off the strip of cloth that bound him.

"Cooperation?" Nya, the dark elf mage, clearly had no idea what her sister was talking about.

"Mm-hmm" Ness pulled her sister Nia aside and began muttering something.

At the same time, the demon also came to the Dark Knight's side, and immediately learned from the Dark Knight Salas about the armor that was now lying on the dining table in the dungeon. and how the Dark Elves entered the halls of the dungeon.

Tor Volcano. The surrounding red soil seems to be filled with a breath of life in the early morning sun. It's just that the smell of sulfur in the air is really a bit choking, so no tourists have ever regarded Thor as a sightseeing spot, but the more important reason is that there is a giant dragon living on the mountain.

The fiery red bubbles floated slowly in the magma lake, then burst open with a "bang", emitting countless sparks in all directions, and then fell silent and disappeared to make way for the sulfur-filled counterparts that continued to float behind. Caesar, the red dragon, lay lazily in a large clearing made of condensed crimson ash on the shores of the lava lake, watching the scenery of the magma lake like human fireworks constantly blooming.

Compared to the laid-back red dragon. A person on the mountain road outside can be said to have suffered a lot. The volcano welcomes any traveler who comes to slay dragons or hunt for treasure with its warm aura, so the brave man's steel armor is already sweating like rain. In order to slay the legendary dragon that killed countless people and find the treasure that also came from the lair of the legendary dragon, the brave man slowly moved along the mountain path with the horse that was obviously not interested in climbing the Tor volcano to challenge the dragon.

The brave man, who was complaining about the fierce sun as he walked, suddenly heard a terrifying loud noise in his ears. Every morning, the Red Dragon Caesar's routine roar almost shattered the desire of the brave man to kill the Red Dragon's lair on the spot, and this roar resounded through the mountains and could almost be heard by the residents of Thor City, which is more than a day and a half away from the volcano, and it is said that for thousands of years, the residents of Thor City have used the roar of the Red Dragon as a time to start their work every morning, and the residents of the Demon Dungeon have all used this as an alarm clock to wake up.

Although the honor of slaying the dragon and the desire for treasure easily overcame the fear of the roar of the red dragon in the brave man's heart, the horse in the brave man's hand did not think so at all. After all, honor and treasure are basically of no use to horses. So the horse, without hesitation, immediately broke free from the reins of the brave man's hand, turned and ran down the hill.

"Hell, I've never seen a horse as timid as a mouse!" the brave grumbled loudly to the horse's back. It seemed that he hoped that his complaint would arouse the conscience and courage in the horse's heart, and he would come back to join him in the charge against the dragon. Of course, such complaints could not have done much for horses.

The next moment, the brave man also became a member of the ranks of "timid as a mouse" in his own mouth. According to the habit of Caesar the red dragon, after the roar every morning, it is time to spread his wings and fly into the sky to move his body. Looking back to see a huge red shadow rising from the crater, and then hovering in the air wantonly, the brave man couldn't help but stay in place, when a small stone that had been resting on the ground near the crater was swept up by the wind from the dragon's wings, and then fell impartially on the brave man's helmet.

"Wow, ah, ah, ......" After a terrible scream, the brave man climbed down the mountain with a rolling belt. It was indeed a rolling and crawling, and when the brave man turned around and ran to the third step, he had already tripped over the cloak draped behind him.

The brave man who rolled down the mountain kept praying that there would be no big trees, boulders, or cliffs in front of him, and this wish could not have been easier to achieve. The volcano was covered in ash that erupted many years ago, so the journey of the brave man down the mountain was almost smooth until he reached a large clearing at the foot of the mountain before barely stopping. The brave man suffered little damage, except for the small volcanic rocks that were not lethal enough to knock the brave beyond recognition, both in armor and in face.

Early morning hours are always good. In the dungeon, when Goblinsette heard the roar of the red dragon, he immediately reflexively jumped up from the bed. Seth then remembered that the demon Amtils, the archmage Archmage Achman, and the dark knight Salas had all set out overnight to find the two dark elves, so this morning, the goblins' ears would never ring the roar of the usual demons, "You lazy goblin, if you don't get up and wipe the gate clean, I'll sell you to the circus passing through Thor!"

However, the daily work still has to be completed on time, which is the consistent style of Goblins. So Seth picked up the shoddy barrel and pushed open the door of the dungeon, ready to go to the small river that flowed through the east side of the dungeon. There, Seth can wash his face first. Then he came back with a bucket of water and began to scrub the dungeon gates.

"Monster!" the door opened. The goblin glanced out, and the song he was humming immediately turned into a scream. Seth had never understood the notion of himself as a member of the monsters of ordinary human beings, and for him, the man in front of him was now covered in strips of cloth and iron (that's my armor and cloak, says the Brave), carrying in his hand a strangely shaped blade that was only one-third the length of a normal longsword, but the blade was strangely bent (my sword!, the Brave shouted), and his face was covered with large bags of different heights, blue and red (Brave screamed: My handsome face! The figure that is twice as tall as himself is the real monster, and what is even more terrifying is that the face of this monster should have been the place where the eyes should be. Now there were two large blue-black lumps, and two cracks in them were shining with a light that made the goblins panic.

The brave man who wanted to shout loudly was robbed of the opportunity by the goblin, so he had to put away his screaming plan for the time being, and instead turned his eyes to the little green monster in front of him who threw a wooden barrel in his direction, and then turned around and tried to escape from the building in front of him, which was suspected to be a tomb. The monster had a black braid on its head, and looked clean in a tattered blue cloth coat. From the back of the gray-brown backpack on the back and a bow and arrow that looked like a child's toy, especially the green skin and pointed ears, the brave man was sure that he was in front of a goblin who was notoriously cowardly and weak on the Vestal continent. Although it is not clear why the goblins, who usually live in groups, are here alone, the Brave is sure that he can defeat the Seth in front of him, and this will save a little face for the Brave who has returned from a failed crusade against the dragon: at least the Brave is not for nothing. So the brave man waved the bent sword in his hand. Rushed towards the panicked Goblinsette.

Bullying the weak at will will never end well. It's just that the end of the brave came very quickly: the brave man who rushed to the gate of the dungeon was struck by a bolt of lightning.

It turns out that Nya, the dark elf mage who came to the vicinity of the dungeon alone, witnessed the meeting between the goblins and the brave. Whether it is a timid goblin or a brave who no longer looks like a human in appearance, they all belong to the category of monsters in the eyes of the dark elves, the difference is only that the weak goblin does not seem to have enough power to do any damage to Nia, while the seemingly powerful brave does not. So Nia decided to shoot at the vicious brave first.

The feeling of being struck by lightning cannot be accurately described if you have not experienced it yourself, and the brave man immediately understood the meaning of these words spoken by the wise men. The feeling of paralysis in his head caused the brave to ignore the scorched black wound and the smell of roasted meat wafting from near the wound, and turned his head to look at the murderer who was trying to find him from behind. It's a pity that the brave man who looked into the distance didn't have an idea of the threat near him, and a figure wearing a full set of black armor appeared beside the brave man, swinging his sword. A splatter of blood smeared onto the door of the dungeon, which had been stolen from the cemetery.

The Dark Knight Salas has always been very measured, and this blow did not kill the brave man on the spot, at least the brave man was able to dance on the ground and scream while falling into the open dungeon. Seeing the brave man lying on the ground and stopping his breath, the dark knight, who felt strange about this, hurriedly rushed forward and kicked the brave man who was prostrate on the ground to the side. Immediately, the Dark Knight saw the Goblin who was still trembling with fear, and Seth was telling everyone about his innocence and horror, from his movements to the look in his eyes. Unfortunately, the truth is usually very cruel, and the goblin is the murderer of the brave man who rushes into the dungeon with his hand, as evidenced by the dagger that the goblin often wipes diligently in the brave man's chest. Clearly, the brave man who was struck by the Dark Elf's lightning and then slashed by the Dark Knight fell towards the goblin, who had the courage to pull out the half-broken rusty dagger from his backpack and try to protect himself. The hapless Brave fell, and the dagger in the goblin's hand plunged right through the gap in the Brave's broken breastplate.

The Dark Knight Salas, who was glad that he hadn't inadvertently opened the killing ring, ignored the goblin who was surrounded by the anxiety of taking someone's life for the first time in his life, and turned around, only to find that the dark elf Nia had dragged the corpse of the brave man aside, and began to search for the pocket that had been almost torn by the brave man when he rolled down the mountain, trying to find something of value inside.

"How could this brave man have died at the hands of a goblin so blatantly stealing our loot?" said the Dark Knight with a comment on Nia.

Nya, who was pulled aside by Niss and whispered something, happened to hear the Dark Knight's words. Although she had already understood what her sister meant, Nia couldn't help but respond to the Dark Knight's words: "If it weren't for my lightning that struck that stupid brave man, the goblin wouldn't have died in his hands, and your loot is obviously what should belong to me." ”

"Mr. Amtils, Mr. Akiman, are you back?" Finally freed from the guilt of murder, the Goblinsette was now holding two cups that were clearly used for human sacrifice in one hand, and a small paper bag in the other, and struggled to get up from the ground, resting against the gate of the dungeon, and the archmage Aqiman recognized at a glance that it was the tea he had brought back from the inn where he finally returned in the city of Thor.

"Hmph, even without your magic, I could have cut down that idiot brave man with ease. The Dark Knight disagreed with Nyar's claim.

As Nia sneered, Ness grabbed the Dark Elf Mage's sleeve, and the Demon paced to the dining table in the hall, examining the remains of the pile of armor on the table by the light of the oil lamp the mage had stolen from the hotel.

Whoever it should belong to, this pile of things is really not worth much, and I am afraid that if it is taken to the city, it will have to be sold as scrap metal. The demon accurately estimated the value of the pile of "loot", and did not hesitate to put an end to the argument between the Dark Knight and the Dark Elf mage: "I've been arguing for this pile of garbage for a long time, two fools! And drag the corpses in the grass a little farther away, I hate flies, even fly demons. ”

Watching the goblin pick up something on the table and walk out the door, the demon turned the conversation back to what Ness was talking about: "Now, Rogue, you can put out the cooperation you talked about, as well as the location of the Thieves' Guild, and the gold coins of the Thieves' Guild, and put them in front of us. (To be continued......)