"Lost Traveler? No, you are no longer a lost Traveler, from now on you are a slave of the first family in the city of Foe, the House of Dale, and your master is me, the daughter of my mother Anrui, Gerser Dale. The Drow Elf looked at Aqiman with contempt: "Although slaves do not need to have their own names, I allow you to report your origin so that I can arrange your future work." The Drow Elf turned his gaze to the ruby ring in Akiman's hand, "Present all your belongings, slave, and remember the noun I just said, it will make your life a little better in the future." ”

The archmage immediately understood that such communication was pointless, but he was not willing to be put on a slave's hat, and without saying a word, Aqiman raised the ruby ring in his hand in front of him, the fire protection magic he had applied to himself should still be effective, and if he was lucky, one last fireball might help him escape his current predicament. The drow elf Gether Dale seemed pleased with Akiman's obedience: "Talon, bring me the ring; I like such rubies, and perhaps this is the beginning of your good watch, slave." ”

She didn't seem to see where the magic had come from to finish the arachnid, which was definitely good news, and Akiman watched coldly as one of the Soulbound Corpses stepped forward and took the ruby ring from his hand. The Soulbound Corpse doesn't know how to detect magic, and he won't know the mystery of the ring, but the Drow Elf is different, maybe she can sense the presence of fireball magic as soon as she gets her hands on it. The archmage carefully timed it, and just moments before the Soulbound Corpse handed the ring into the hands of the Drow Elf, Aqiman cast a spell.

A large fireball erupted from the ring, exploding between the two soulbound corpses and the drow elf who called himself Gether Dale, and the drow reacted unusually quickly. But despite having turned his face sideways to avoid the edge of the fireball. She still looked badly injured. Before the two soul-bound corpses could react, they were enveloped in flames and fell. At this moment, Aqiman turned around and ran without hesitation in the direction he thought he could reach the furthest distance with the Drow Elf in the shortest possible time.

The archmage didn't escape far. Almost instantly, Aqiman felt a pain in his back, and a wave of paralysis began to spread from the wound, "The darkness will consume you, lowly male human!" was the last thing the archmage heard before he fell unconscious.

How long did he stay in a coma after that? Aqiman thought to himself, wondering why he hadn't been killed while he was unconscious. I never seem to have anything to do with the adjective fitness. And there is no shortage of mages among the drow elves, in short, the drow elves do not lack a slave like the archmage Aqiman, so maybe the drow elves want to know something from the archmage? This may be the only answer, otherwise Aqiman may not have a chance to wake up, as for what the drow elves want to know, Aqiman really has no clue, can only guess that it has something to do with the passage that passed through the lich world.

A sudden sound of a door frame came from the darkness, and it sounded as if some iron fence had been opened, and Aqiman suddenly felt someone walking up to him. Someone suddenly grabbed the archmage in the darkness and slammed his head against the wall, and Aqiman felt a heat on his forehead, presumably blood on his face. Such a brutal attack was carried out three or four times in a row. Akiman began to feel that his previous guess was completely wrong, that perhaps the Drow Elf had not killed him while he was unconscious, but only to torture him more brutally when he woke up.

"Enough. Gesser. Meta...... ,...... seen Male humans, not ......, useless corpses. You...... words, he ...... Target...... Use...... Feed the dog. A never-before-heard voice sounded in the darkness, and Akiman could barely understand some of the words, and the attacks on him stopped, and he found himself being brutally thrown to the floor with a foot on his back.

"For ...... Slave...... Feed the dog...... Cheap....... It was also Drow, but the voice had been heard by Akiman from the Drow elf he had met, and Gerther Dale spoke again, this time in the lingua franca: "Listen, slave, if you don't want me to cut off your bones one by one, then stop trying to play your shitty tricks in front of me, and perhaps I will consider keeping your corpse intact to make a soul-binding corpse." ”

In complete darkness, Aqiman was dragged by the neck for a long distance on the ground, fainting several times along the way, each time reviving from a fierce beating and verbal abuse, knowing that at least a third of his bones were broken, and whether his eyes had been blinded by the constant attacks of Gether Dale, he was not sure, he did not have the talent of the drow elves to see in the dark. At this moment, he saw a little light, it was a small door, and the yellowish light came through the small door, maybe that was where the archmage was going to die, but for Aqiman at this moment, it was no different from heaven, and he could finally see things.

It is a spacious hall with more than twenty seats in the hall. The chairs were neatly arranged in two rows, and at the end of the room was a statue of a god about the size of a normal person. The face of the idol is not hideous, but there is no trace of kindness at all, and the most characteristic of the goddess is the cobweb-striped clothing on the body, and behind the statue of Ross, there is a small wooden door on the left and right, and I don't know where it leads.

In the room, against the wall, there was a brass lamppost about a little thicker than the Drow Elf's arm, and the yellow light on the lamppost was for the few slaves in the room, all dressed in rough black cloth, and most of them were waiting for their masters with smiles on their faces.

In the row of chairs on the right-hand side, closest to the statue of Lady Rolls, sat a fat female Drow, and the other Drow elves in the room needed three of them to match her weight, and although she looked bulky, the female Drow was not slow at all. The moment she saw the archmage being dragged into the room, she jumped up from her chair with agility and met her. The slave beside her followed her: "Gether, Dale." I'm the most ...... Sister, you...... scars will ...... I love you even more!, this ugly male...... Wounded...... I promise...... Like...... Target. ”

Aqiman could not fully understand the Drow language she spoke, but Geser Dale, who was carrying Aqiman, reacted so loudly that Aqiman, who was thrown to the ground, could not even let out a cry of pain: "You will like it...... ，...... Sister Maita. I...... Remodel...... Accord with...... Aesthetics......; words, I ...... Mind...... Give it a makeover. ”

A dark shadow interjected between Gerthor Dale and her sister, and if she heard correctly, she was the one in the cell who had stopped Gercer from continuing to attack the archmage, but at the moment she was saying that the archmage could not understand a word. It still sounded drow, but what she said seemed to work, and with her gestures, the fat drow turned his head to his seat, and Gercer stopped talking.

Aqiman noticed that there were about seven or eight drow elves in the room, and each drow had a respectful slave beside him, and the eyes of these slaves seemed to be focused on the archmage at this moment, and he noticed that his body was completely **, whether it was clothes, necklaces, or anything else, it was taken away by someone while he was unconscious, this must have been to avoid the situation when Aqiman dealt with Gasher Dale. Aqiman had tried to look up to see what kind of drow was talking so weighty, but at this moment he dismissed this thought and lowered his head and lay on the floor silently, pretending to be unconscious was not a shameful thing, especially now that the drow in the room seemed to be all women.

But Drow, who had stopped the argument between Gerthor Dahler and her sister, didn't give the archmage a chance. She kicked him hard in the shoulder and made him turn over, and he believed that his face at the moment must be redder than the scales of Caesar, the red dragon of Thor's volcano, and the drow in front of him was completely unaffected by the ** man in front of him. Red-eyed stared at Aqiman: "Listen, male. You're no different from the wild dogs roaming around outside in our eyes, so get me up and tell our eldest sister, Meta, anything you know about the road. It's the same road that got you into our hands, and if the news you tell satisfies my sister, I think you'll die a relatively less painful death. ”

This is the first time that Aqiman has been described as such, but it seems to be the case now, except that he is not in the habit of accepting reality, and he sits on the ground and covers his part with his hand that he does not want to be looked at: "If you want any news from me, please give me enough clothing to stand up and speak; and what is on the other side of the road, you will get nothing. ”

With a snap, blood poured out from under the congealed blood on Akiman's face, and he just saw a long whip back into the hands of the fattest drow, who didn't say anything, just looked coldly at the archmage's face and raised her hand again. This time the whip did not fall on Aqiman's face. Drow, who had stopped the argument between Gerther Dahler and her sister, suddenly reached out and grabbed the whip: "We'll judge in a moment whether what you know has value in exchange for a piece of clothing." Now, I, Rufa Dale, have given you the right to cover your ugly body, and I hope that what you say will please me and my sisters. ”

As she spoke, the Drow elf, who called herself Rufa, tore off the cloak behind her back and threw it at the archmage, then turned to her fat sister and yelled at her fat sister, so that the drow took her whip back: "I hope this is not a sign of kindness, Rufa, or you will disappoint the mistress and sisters." ”

Aqiman stood up and carefully wrapped his body in Rufa's black cloak, and then began to take a good look at the drow elves in the room, especially Meta, Gether, and Rufa, who had been in direct contact with him. Meta was perhaps the leader of the room, her seat closest to the idol of Ralles, and the slave beside her was a strong man, and the archmage noticed that only Meta's slave was kneeling beside her master in the room, her robe embroidered with a sharp, rigid magical script, and the cloak behind her was covered in cobwebs like the clothes of the goddess she served. Gether was not far from Meta's seat, and at this moment Gethor was wearing the same robes and cloak as Meta was wearing—as were most of the other drows in the room, and there were no slaves beside him. So she had to hold her own mace by herself. As for Rufa. She looks like a little girl at all. Although Aqiman was well aware that the age of the elves, including the Drow elves, could not be estimated from their appearance, he guessed that Rufa's age in this room was probably the youngest, as evidenced by Rufa's seemingly undeveloped stature, but Rufa's status was not necessarily the same as her age, and the row of chairs on the left side of the room was filled with the exception of two lazy male Drows. All of the chairs were empty except for the slaves beside them, and there was only one empty seat left in the row of chairs on the right, next to the seat of the leader Meta.

So the archmage began to tell the drow elves in the room about the passage and the world that the black, necromantic creatures inhabited. And that evil lich.

The first reaction of the dungeon lord and demon Amtils after waking up in the past few days was to roar and ask the goblinset to find him some food. He had not eaten anything after soaking in the lava lake in the Red Dragon's lair for so many days, because almost anything that came close to the scorching magma would either turn into a lump of black charcoal or evaporate into a cloud of green smoke. Hunger does not cause the demon to die, but it does make the demon restless, and after taking a large piece of roast meat from the goblin, the demon begins to eat and reminisce about the events of that day.

Edel the Halfling lifted the Blue Mist Grass. Demons have never seen this magical potion with their own eyes, and the legendary Blue Mist Grass is capable of healing wounds that cannot be treated by normal methods, such as necromantic creatures burned by divine radiance, or humans infected with supernatural diseases from carrion attacks. As far as the Dungeon Master knew, Blue Mist Grass was the only way to completely heal a demon who had been injured by a demon-slaying weapon.

The red dragon pinned the demon to the ground from behind, and the halfling jumped straight from the massive skull and landed in front of the demon, and as the goblin carefully emerged from the skull's eye socket, he saw the halfling Edel pull out a shiny dagger and laboriously slice open the apparently healed wound in the demon's hand. After a few days of soaking in lava. The demon's wounds seemed to have healed, but it had only been a moment since the lava was gone, and the blood bubbles began to bubble up again on the skin near the wounds. The halfling turned the dagger and slashed at the blue mist grass in the palm of his hand. Then, carefully avoiding the blood bubbles and blood droplets that burst from the blood bubbles, he brought the Blue Mist Grass close to the demon's wound, and then the golden blades of the Blue Mist Grass began to flow out of the place where the halfling had cut it, and as soon as it touched the wound on the demon's arm, it turned into an extremely ugly gray-blue color, and then fell to the ground.

The halfling did the same to the wound on the demon's chest, and said something to the demon. The demon didn't hear the halfling very clearly, but when he asked Caesar the Red Dragon, he received only one answer: "Don't bother me, go to the halfling yourself." "What did the halfling say? The demon vaguely remembered that Edel said that the archmage should be in no danger for the time being, and that he would be back soon, and it was not that there was anything wrong with the demon's hearing, but that the pain in his wound almost made the demon unconscious, and finally he simply fainted. The goblin later said that after the halfling had dealt with the demon's wounds and taken the other blue mist grass in the goblin's hand, it disappeared directly, and it was too late for Seth to come forward and thank him.

However, two or three days have passed, and the archmage has still not heard from him, and the demon has begun to worry about the archmage Aqiman and the dark knight Salas, as well as the book of the moon that the dark knight had stolen. The Red Dragon's condition seems to be very wrong lately, he seems to be lazy every day, and he can only get answers such as "I don't know" and "Go away" when he asks him any questions, and even the group of "Dragon Slayer Braves" who came yesterday, the Red Dragon only uses telepathy to call the demon over to deal with it, but he only cares about sleeping in the cave.

Thinking of this, the demon frowned. The news of the orcs settling down on the Tor Volcano and building their village seems to have been well known in the city, and after the relatively large attack on the orc village, two or three smaller groups tried to attack the orcs, and the orc Fugg, the gray dwarf Morgan, and the dark elf Ness sent them away. But this also shows that in the days to come, such battles will only come one after another, the demon is not afraid of the attacks of adventurers, but he is a little afraid to see the corpses of the residents of his dungeon, especially when I heard that in the battle a few days ago, the orc Fugg and the gray dwarf Morgan almost became one of the corpses. If it weren't for the human priestess Ada, at least the gray dwarf wouldn't have woken up again, Goblin told his dungeon master. (To be continued......)