Morgan frowned again at the thought of the Dungeon Lord, the demon had been immersed in the lava lake on Thor's volcano, in the lair of Caesar the Red Dragon, and the Red Dragon himself did not know where it had been, and now it was Goblin Sets sitting in the hall of the Dungeon. Morgan decided to talk to the goblin that the gray dwarf was going to mine the small veins he had already discovered first, rather than spending his days searching for other veins, and the gray dwarf got up from his rocking chair, stepped out the door, and gently closed the wooden door behind him. Morgan and Carey now live in a small cave on the Tor Volcano, which is a little higher than the dungeon, and the two gray dwarves have installed the small cave with wooden doors carved with detailed patterns, and Morgan does not want to live in the dungeon, he hates the gate of the dungeon that was moved from the cemetery, or stolen. To be precise, what the gray dwarf Morgan hated so much was the black flower pattern on the gate, "Phew, no dwarf with a finger would have carved such a rough pattern!" Morgan often said.

So Morgan closed his eyes when he opened the door to the dungeon, and he thought that if he looked at the patterns too often, he might be affected by them in the future. "Seth, Seth, are you here?" cried the grey dwarf.

"In, in. The goblin was trying to wipe the mural on the wall, and when he heard the voice of the gray dwarf, Seth quickly jumped down from the only chair in the dungeon and ran to the gray dwarf: "Mr. Morgan, do you have anything to do with me?"

"I want two complete sets of miner's tools, do you know where you can get them?" replied Morgan, his deep voice wafting through the dungeon.

"Miner tools? It was a crisp and moving female voice. A slender figure appeared behind Morgan. The dark elf Ness carried a boar on her shoulder. She decides to stay in the dungeon until the demon's injuries are resolved, the boar she had hunted with the orc Fugg. "Or I'll go to the city in a few days and buy two for you?"

"Hmm. Maybe it's better for me to go on my own, a good pickaxe has to be in my hand to be recognized. The gray dwarf held out a hand and picked up the boar that the dark elf had unloaded from his shoulder, the unbaked lunch weighing on Nice's back. "But Elf girl, may you come with me? I hate the bargaining face of humans. Morgan has a crush on the dark elves of Ness, perhaps because neither of them is popular with their own people, and both of them and her sister Nia are dark elves.

"No problem!" Lifting the weight from her shoulders, Ness stretched, touching the delicate hair ornament on her head as she replied to the gray dwarf who had given it to her. The grey dwarf nodded in satisfaction and prepared to turn and leave the dungeon, though he knew that both the goblins and the dark elves wanted him to stay for lunch, but Morgan decided to go back to accompany his young companion.

That's when it happened. Another gray figure rushed into the dungeon: "Uncle Morgan, come and see what I found?" Gray Dwarf Carey ran into the hall out of breath, and poured the contents of a pocket onto the table in the hall. "I can't believe my eyes, Uncle Morgan, maybe you should have seen it for yourself. ”

Morgan looked at the light of the oil lamp in the dungeon, and carefully studied the things on the table: "This is the finest refined coal, and the texture of these red copper is really good." I've never seen iron ore of this purity in my life. Dear little Carey, where did you find these...... Wait, this is ......" The stunned Morgan didn't have time to call out the name of the dwarven god and Moradin this time, but just clenched his fist and slammed it on his head: "Mithril, and it's high-purity Mithril!" Take me over to the place where you found these ores. Morgan jumped to his feet in a hurry. Grabbing Carrie's arm hard: "It's the second time I've seen the Mithril Mine in my life, my little Carey, you've discovered every dwarf's dream!"

It was pitch black.

Archmage Aqiman, who had woken up from his stupor, looked around in vain, but could not even see his five outstretched fingers, and after chanting a few spells that made the staff glow and had no effect, Aqiman was sure that the Staff of the Phantasy Star was no longer with him. "Alas. The archmage sighed helplessly, and switched to another spell, and four white, hazy balls of light appeared in the room where the archmage was now.

"Hell, what kind of place is this!" Akiman, who could barely see his surroundings through the milky white light of the ball of light, couldn't help but complain loudly. It was a square room, and the archmage had roughly estimated that if it was the dungeon lord who was locked up here at the moment, the demon's head would have hit the ceiling here, and the surrounding area, as well as the ceiling and the floor, were made of some extremely rough large stones, and when Aqiman touched the wall, he even scratched his palm by the raised edges and corners of the stones.

Aqiman began to feel a little uneasy breathing. In this room, not only was there no utensils or decoration, no doors or windows were visible, not even a small ventilation duct could be seen, and the archmage sat down on the floor in disappointment, only to be torn through his robes by the rubble on the floor, and had to stand up again. "There isn't even a vent, is this a special execution chamber for smothering prisoners?" the archmage pondered, and then thought of the opponents who had been attacking him in that gray desert for the past few days: "No, it seems that all the creatures moving here are necromantic creatures, and it seems that I am the only one who needs to breathe......" The archmage did not want to think about it anymore, and instead began to check and organize his belongings and equipment, he hoped to think of a proper magic to help him out of this danger of being suffocated alive.

After days of hard fighting, the archmage's robes were already torn, but they were still on his body, and the magic pouch that had hung from the archmage's waist had disappeared without a trace, along with his phantasmal staff. "Magic books, magic scrolls, and my spell-casting herbs!" Without them, most of Aqiman's spells would not be able to be cast, and he began to consider whether to sew a hidden pocket on his robe in the future: "And my wallet." It's too much!" the archmage cursed fiercely. had to accept the facts in front of him: he. Now he could barely cast any spells, and in short, he couldn't leave the room on his own.

"It's over. The archmage thought. Although Aqiman was ready to die when his dungeon companion, the Dark Knight Salas, raised his sword against him, he couldn't figure out why his companion did this. Forcibly snatching the Book of the Moon from the dungeon, knocking the Archmage unconscious, and throwing him into this room was not the Dark Knight's style, and while he had never uttered the words "Honor is my life!", based on his observations during his time in the dungeon, Aqiman was certain that the worldly knightly codes still remained in the Dark Knight Salas's heart. "There must be some reason for this. "The Archmage is sure of that.

However, it is useless to be sure of this. The archmage began to have difficulty breathing, his eyes blurred, and the surrounding orbs of light seemed to lose the support of the archmage's magic and gradually dimmed, eventually disappearing into complete darkness. "Dying like this is a little too peaceful for me. The archmage's mind began to be overrun by despair, and he even fell to the ground, letting the rubble on the ground tingle his body, proof that he had not completely lost his breath, and the archmage closed his eyes and waited quietly for the call of Death Dis, when he suddenly felt a cold wind pass by his ears.

Windy?Aqiman jumped up like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, and one of the stone walls of the room had moved silently to the side at some point, and a gray-white light came in through this exit and sprinkled on the archmage. Aqiman hurriedly rushed out of the room. Gulping in the outside air, then bending down and trying to vomit hard, nothing came out.

The breath of corruption led to the gaffe of the archmage. The smell of decay, mold, and the faint smell of embalming spices that people used to preserve corpses was in the air, and Akiman began to feel a little tempted to retreat into the windowless room, at least not enough to kill almost any creature with a sense of smell. "But it's at least better to live under this stench than to suffocate to death. The archmage pondered, and began to look around him. A pure black robe met Aqiman's eyes, the robe was fluttering slightly in the wind, and in the hood of the robe, a little blood-red ** flame was beating violently; this was an evil spirit, the archmage made a judgment, and stretched his hand to his waist, and then helplessly put his hand down, his magic pocket was long gone.

The evil spirit floating in front of the archmage did not make a sound at all, the archmage only judged his movements from the movement of the robe covering the evil spirit's body, and the evil spirit stretched out a hand to the archmage, and an inexplicable paralysis began to spread in the archmage's body, and in the blink of an eye, Aqiman found that he could not move. The evil spirit nodded in satisfaction, then turned and floated away, and a skeleton had come to the archmage at some point, and lifted the archmage up and followed the evil spirit.

Along the way, the archmage did his best to observe his surroundings. Unsurprisingly, the archmage did not see anything black or gray in the corridors, staircases, and rooms he passed, like the gray desert outside, which appeared to be a huge palace, built entirely of black or gray boulders. It was not like the room where the archmage had almost suffocated to death just now, and the archmage had seen a lot of rather elaborate stone carvings and decorations along the way, but without any lights, Aqiman really couldn't see the patterns on many doors and walls, and he could only barely judge that they were very old, at least much older than any carving that Aqiman had ever seen on the mainland.

The skeleton seemed to have no scruples about carrying a living person in its hands, perhaps because they had no intelligence at all, which also caused Archmage Aqiman to suffer a lot, the walls made several large bags on the archmage's head, and a violent collision in the corridor made the archmage feel as if his ribs had been broken. What's even more terrifying is that there is a door in front of it that is not too wide, and this skeleton actually intends to pull the immobile archmage out of the door horizontally, if the skeleton's plan is successful, then it will probably only be the archmage's torso that will be taken out of the door, and the archmage's head should be blocked by the door frame and fall to the floor inside the door. Fortunately, the evil spirit seemed to anticipate this, and he glanced at the skeleton outside the door, as if he had telepathically instructed him. The Archmage was able to reach his final destination safely.

Black door frames, black door panels. Pale gray magic symbols shone on the door panels.

This is an important finding.

The location of this cave is not far from the dungeon. Looks like a pangolin or something else, and the Grey Dwarf Kerry accidentally fell into this hole while searching for veins in the mountains, and found the Mithril veins here.

"It's definitely a vein of Mithril. Morgan the Grey Dwarf was sure of that. The discovery that Carey had brought back with no traces of processing made Morgan extremely excited, and his ashen face seemed to be covered with a red light.

"Mithril Mine, isn't it common?" Dark Elf Ness couldn't understand where the grey dwarf's excitement came from. "Ordinary Mithril Ore is very common. The grinning gray dwarf Morgan explained in detail to the dark elves as he followed in Carey's footsteps to the cave where Mithril had been found.

Mithril on the continent of Vestal is a magical metal that can become softer than silver under the right conditions, but in most cases. Mithril is the hardest metal in the world, but at the same time, it is lighter than tin. As a result, the armor and weapons made of Mithril have been the dream of knights and warriors since ancient times, and Mithril also has "immeasurable magical expansibility", although the miners do not understand the exact meaning of this phrase in the mouth of the mage or other spellcaster, Morgan the gray dwarf is well aware that many mages like to have a piece of Mithril on their staff, or a Mithril ornament on their body.

However, Mithril has one of its biggest flaws: it cannot melt. Although Mithril is temporarily soft and easy to craft and cut into the desired shape by immersion in a mysterious potion passed down through the use of a mysterious potion passed down by miners and blacksmiths, neither the blazing flames of a blacksmith's furnace nor the magic of the most powerful mages can cause Mithril to show signs of melting. Therefore. Mithril cannot be purified. High-purity Mithril is indestructible, and low-purity Mithril is much stronger than ordinary metal, but there are some special methods to make steel that is harder than low-purity Mithril. So a vein of high purity Mithril was discovered and excavated. It is the dream of every dwarve, and even other races interested in mineral deposits.

The Mithril ore that Carey brought back was one of the purest Mithril Morgan had ever seen in his life. Morgan's hometown, the distant underground city of the Grey Dwarves, enshrines a hammer made of high-purity Mithril, but a little impurity can still be seen on the hammer, and Morgan has also seen the Mithril armor dedicated to the former Holy Emperor of the Aserian Empire, Anphil XXXIV, the red light on the armor can illuminate the sky, but it is not as light as the Mithril ore in Morgan's hand now.

"This is a real treasure!" Morgan paused and sighed loudly, and Carey ran forward without hesitation, clearing a pair of weeds that covered the ground. A small, diagonally downward cavern appeared in front of the two gray dwarves, the dark elves, and the goblins, and there was not a single grass in the cavern or at the edge of the cavern, but the weeds around it were too long to obscure the entrance and the red glow of the Mithril ore in the cave.

The cave was small enough for a dwarf or goblin to enter, and if it were a dark elf, Ness, she would have to crawl on the ground, so she didn't plan to go in, but just looked cautiously outside the cave. She saw a skeleton of an unknown animal in the cave, and the skeleton showed an eerie glow under the red light of the mythril ore on the cave wall. Morgan, the gray dwarf, rubbed his hands excitedly and ran forward: "Cute little guy, are you a jackal or a pangolin?" Morgan stretched out his hand to touch the skeleton, and when he touched it, the skeleton immediately turned to ashes: "It doesn't matter, you can find the Mithril vein, even if you turn to ashes, you are a cute little guy!" Morgan began to look at the surroundings.

Although the entrance to the cave was so small, it was much more spacious when entered, and Morgan believed that even if the dungeon lord and demon Amtils himself came to the cave, he would be able to stand up straight. On the wall of the deepest part of the cave, a blood-red light appeared, thinking that the Mithril Mine was on this cave wall, the gray dwarf Morgan happily pulled his beard, suddenly, Morgan found that the goblin who had entered the cave with him stretched out his hand and tried to touch the cave wall, Morgan quickly reached out and pulled the goblin away, so strong that Set hit two consecutive somersaults backwards, and then sat on the ground and stared at the gray dwarf blankly without knowing what was happening.

"Unmined Mithril ore is not directly accessible. Seeing this, the gray dwarf Carey hurriedly explained: "The Mithril ore buried in the ground is very toxic, and the skeleton here just now is a victim of this toxicity. But after digging up for a while, this toxicity will slowly disappear. Carey pulls out the mythril ore he brought back to the dungeon from his pocket and compares it to the goblins. The Mithril ore in Carey's hand was covered with a reddish glow, and the cave walls were blood-red, and the goblin couldn't help but shudder, and it seemed that he didn't even want to touch the "safe" Mithril ore in Carry's hand.

"I'm afraid that the ore here will not be able to be mined for a short time. As the group walked back to the dungeon, Morgan began to ponder the issue of ore mining here. He estimated the distance from the ground to the stone wall full of Mithril ore about two hundred paces, and it was clear that the vein extended deep into the earth, so to mine it, it was necessary to consider not only the hands and tools, but also how to support the cave wall and avoid a collapse. Morgan had seen the collapse of the mine more than once, and countless dwarves, or gray dwarves, had died in the mines they had fought for all their lives.

Manpower is also a big issue. There are only two gray dwarves in the dungeon, and even the gray dwarf Kerry is not trained enough to mine, and although many of the goblin races are good miners, it seems that the goblinset has not even touched the handle of the miner's pickaxe. Mithril ore can be mined and left for a while to eliminate its toxicity, but the process of mining is a very dangerous job, and Morgan really can't muster the courage to ask the orcs who live outside the dungeon for help, and the rude actions of the orcs can kill everyone in this Mithril mine at any time.

Morgan frowned. Facing a vein of valuable ore and not being able to mine it is a thousand times more uncomfortable than forbidding Morgan to drink. "Uncle Morgan, I have an idea. Carey leaned into Morgan's ear and said in a very low voice, "Or can we go back and find someone to help?"

"Go back, there's just so many people in the dungeon, who can help?" Morgan didn't understand what Carey meant.

"I mean Kaish City, aren't there a lot of skilled miners in our hometown?" said Carrie's eyes with excitement. (To be continued......)