The two gray dwarves, who had been on the sidelines for a long time and had nothing to do, hurriedly scrambled to tell Caesar the red dragon what had happened in Harbor Bol, and Fuge, the orc, who had also done nothing, listened with relish, and the red dragon suddenly narrowed his eyes as if thinking about something. After a while, the red dragon opened his eyes and looked at the dungeon lord: "That halfling is called Tais, isn't it? If I'm not mistaken, I've met him a few times." ”

At this moment, the demon's interest was also aroused: "Really? Then who is he, why is his words and deeds so strange?"

"Who can't say who he is...... Well, I can't tell. The dragon pondered as he said, "But what he says should be trusted." It's just that I'm worried about ......"

"Worried about what?" asked several people other than the demon in unison.

The red dragon sighed again, and the heat of his exhalation almost bent the gray dwarf's beard: "Alas, I'm afraid this fool won't survive until you find the Blue Mist Grass." In his current condition, a week, um, ten days at most, he ......"

The red dragon didn't continue, but everyone knew what the red dragon meant. "How so?" Goblinset's eyes were already moistening. "Mr. Caesar, is there no way you can help Mr. Amtils?"

"I tried to help him, but I couldn't do anything about it. The red dragon's gaze moved back and forth between the goblins and the demon, "I know where the Blue Mist Grass grows, but I can't get there." ”

"Then, sue me, and I'll go and bring the Blue Mist Grass back. Goblin said without hesitation.

"Don't be stupid, little one. Don't say you go, even if all of you here go together. Including this little devil also walks in good health. I still don't think any of you will come back. ”

Listened to the words of the red dragon. The goblin's mouth opened wide, and it took a few minutes to close: "No, no matter how dangerous and costly the place Mr. Caesar said, I will go and get the Blue Mist Grass back." ”

"It's not a big price to pay, it's just your life, little one. No, I'm not going to say that place, it's for you to die. The red dragon closed his eyes again. I thought quietly for a while. "Although I can't help you get the Blue Mist Grass, I believe that what Taith said must have a point, and the Blue Mist Grass will appear in front of you on its own. I'll do my best to help the little devil, after all, I have a deal with him. ”

"Really? Thank you, Mr. Caesar. The Goblinsette was overjoyed for a moment, believing that Caesar the Red Dragon was omnipotent, and the others looked at the Red Dragon expectantly. The red dragon then turned, rummaged through his pile of treasures, and with a flick of his claws, a vial of dark cyan ointment landed in the goblin's hand.

"Give him this ointment, little one, it should slow down the worsening of his injuries. In addition, the cost of this medicine is ......"

With the red dragon's voice. The demon stared at the red dragon with wide eyes, afraid that he would say a terrifying number. I saw the corners of the red dragon's mouth curved: "Hmm." I'll get you after it myself, little devil. The detailed numbers will make you unforgettable, and you will truly appreciate the cost of life, I promise. ”

"No, let me die......"

The Dark Knight Salas gently pushed the stone door in front of him, and the stone door slid silently to the side, revealing Salas with a room occupied by black. The black ceiling, the black floor, the black walls, the black metal bed frame, the black bed, and even the pile of grass in the corner were black, and the eyes of Salas and the skeleton Mataxis beside him looked a strange blood-red color.

Taxis silently walked to the pile of black grass in the corner and lay down, running almost non-stop for seven days, even though he was a necromantic creature and felt tired in his body, even the dark knight Salas, who gently put his shield aside, unfastened his armor and weapons, and lay down directly on the big black bed. The bed was soft and looked like it was filled with down, "I'm afraid even those feathers are black!" Salas thought as she pulled out a black velvet bag from her pocket.

The cloth bag was unwrapped, and a box made of gold appeared in front of Salas, and under this black environment, the whole box looked like it was covered with a black veil. Salas could clearly see the intricately carved patterns on the surface and around the box, and the many feats of the gods in the era of man and god were clearly depicted in these patterns, and on the surface was a huge image of Death and his giant dog, and Death Death was glaring ahead with an extremely long scimitar. Of course, both these patterns and the silver and red metal decorations on the outside of the box looked like they were dyed in black, and only the eyes of Death Diess reflected the light slightly, which were two extremely perfect black pearls.

There was no lamp or stove or anything in the room that could emit a strong glow, except for a black beetle that crept in from time to time on the black windowsill, with six points of light on its back, and a gray glow constantly emitted in all directions. However, as a necromantic Dark Knight Salas, he didn't really need any light, his eyes could see what was near him even in complete darkness, and the Dark Knight held the golden box in his arms, feeling the dark power that emanated from it endlessly.

The Book of the Moon, the Dark Knight Salas, is now holding the Book of the Moon that he took from the dungeons at the foot of the Tor Volcano and from his companions. Legend has it that one of the ancient gods, Dies, who left the Book of the Moon behind, has infinite power, and it was this almighty god who created a race that belonged only to him: necromancy, and of course, this is said in the context of classifying necromantic creatures into one race.

In fact, no one can tell whether necromantic creatures can be counted as a race. Of course, it is impossible for a necromantic creature to reproduce and have the same fertility and fertility as a race like humans or elves, and it is not like a dwarf or a halfling. Have consistent physical features. Necromantic creatures can't even be called creatures. Because if you want to join the side of the necromantic creatures. The most basic requirement is to die first, and only a handful of necromancers who have studied necromantic magic have a chance to break through.

But necromantic creatures, like other races, have a distinct class structure. Skeleton soldiers, zombies, and geyrs, who have no intelligence at all and can only barely know what their master wants them to do, are at the lowest level of the necromantic society, while skeleton warriors, skeleton knights, and ghosts, who have begun to know how to obey orders, have a slightly higher status than the previous category, and further up are dark knights, evil spirits, and spirits who have the same intelligence as ordinary creatures. Ghouls and the like are usually of the same status as the newborn vampires, and even higher are the vampire kings who have been tempered by the years, and the battle-hardened Dark Knight is revered as the Dark King. Occasionally, a Ghoul King will appear, and the particularly intelligent Skeleton Mage and the powerful Skeleton Dragon also belong to this rank. The only thing that reigns supreme in the society of necromantic creatures is the lich, a legendary creature that says that when a human mage completes a series of extremely complex rituals and uses an extremely advanced spell, he will become the most noble lich in the necromantic society if he is lucky. Lichs have no lifespan, no longer have the weaknesses of the human body, and often have a lot of advanced magic, which makes the lich's position in the society of necromantic creatures never shaken.

In addition, necromantic creatures share the same racial trait, which is the chill that unconsciously radiates to their surroundings, even after the death of priests who have spent their lives spreading warmth to people. If he is unfortunate enough to become a necromantic creature and be seen, no matter how much warmth the person who sees him has received from him during his lifetime. At this moment, there will be a feeling of being frozen on the spot.

The Dark Knight Salas lay on his bed, looking at the Book of the Moon held up in his hand, and kept thinking, as usual, his mind quickly moved to the meaning of exploring the existence of necromantic creatures, and at that moment, a wave of dizziness suddenly came over the Dark Knight, and as soon as he let go of his hands, the Book of the Moon fell from his ten finger bones, slammed into his ribs, and then bounced off and fell on the black floor with a "clang".

The sudden sound woke up the skeleton Mataxis who was lying in the corner, and Taxis immediately jumped to his feet, noticing the condition of his owner, and the bones of the Dark Knight seemed to tremble uncontrollably, and the upper and lower front teeth kept colliding, creating a terrifying sound in the room.

It took a long time for this to stop, and Salas felt as if she was about to fall apart. "If there was a dog in front of me at this time, it would be able to easily take me apart and eat it completely. Salas thought, and another thought entered the Dark Knight's mind.

"Salas, do you have what I want?" an old, utterly lifeless voice sounded in Salas's heart.

"Yes, I got it, master. Salas calmed down for a moment, and then opened his mouth to answer, knowing that the owner of the voice could hear him from afar.

The voice sounded again, "Very well, but why hasn't the Book of the Moon yet appeared to me? Where are you now, Salas?"

"I've returned, tidying up a bit in my room, ready to deliver the Book of the Moon right away. Salas replied cautiously.

"Hmph, don't forget that I am your master, and you have no right to control anything in you, including every bone of yours, and you must have my consent to move, rest, or sleep. There was a hint of rage in the voice, and then no more sound rang out in the Dark Knight's heart, and the Dark Knight knew at once that something was waiting for him.

This time the feeling was even more painful than the last, and Salas had thought that his spine would split in half, but after a long time, the torture finally stopped, and the stone door of Salas's room slid open silently, and a floating figure floated in and stopped in front of Salas.

"Dark Knight Salas, the master orders you to go to him at once, with what the master has asked you to bring back. ”

Goblin Set was walking on the way to the woods inhabited by half-orcs, it had been raining for the past few days, and it was rare that it was a good day today, and the goblin's mood seemed to improve along with the weather.

The most important reason why the goblins are in a good mood is because of his dungeon master, the demon Amtils. The ointment I got from Caesar the Red Dragon yesterday seems to be working. The demon didn't have much chills last night, and he didn't feel a fever when he woke up this morning, except after sniffing the empty bottle of ointment. There was a look on his face that wanted to faint on the spot. The goblin hurriedly ran forward to support the demon.

The demon was not supported by the goblin, he lay on his bed with a weak body, and began to read out a long list of names of medicinal herbs that the goblins had never heard of, but from the demon's expression, these medicinal herbs must be very valuable, and just as the goblin was about to sneak out of the dungeon gate, the demon stopped him: "Seth, go around the orc village and collect some taxes for me." ”

"Taxes?" the goblin pondered. He couldn't remember seeing even a shadow of a copper plate in a orc village, which had always been in the habit of bartering, and Seth really didn't know what to receive from those orcs whose homes were still under construction, but at the demon's orders, he had to go and see it first.

"Seth, is the demon okay?" Although there is still a long distance between him and the orc's farmland, the sharp-eyed Fuge still recognized the figure in gray-blue clothes and green skin at the first time; Seth has always admired the eyes of the half-orc Fuge, although compared to ordinary humans, Seth's eyes are already very good, but they are still not as good as the half-orcs who hunt in the forest all year round.

"Mr. Amtils is doing well today. Seth replied as he trotted to Fugg's side. Standing beside the farmland, the orc Fugg was casually wrapped around a few animal skins, and a longbow was carried behind him as usual, and Fugg once proudly told Sù Set that this longbow made of redwood wood was so extraordinary that he was the only one among the warriors of the orc tribe who could use it with ease.

"Come and fetch water. Seth?" Fugg looked at Seth and asked, "Where's your bucket?" ”

Seth stopped. A little embarrassed to look at the orc: "Uh, no, I'm not here to fetch water." ”

"So, is there something you're doing here?" Fugg thought for a moment, "Old Millier is sleeping in his grass hut, and Little Ruifeng is swimming in the Fasha River. "Millir is the elder of the orc tribe, Fugg says he's seen fifty winters, and Seth often visits his hut to listen to stories, and Sharpblade is a young orc, and the goblins sometimes ask him to wander the mountains and get some plant seeds.

"Well, actually......" The goblin found himself really bad at saying these things, but finally took the courage, "Actually, Mr. Amtils told me to collect taxes, yes, to collect taxes." ”

The orc squinted at the goblin, "Collect taxes?"

"Yes, that's the ...... Those ......" Seth reached out and touched his hairless head, unable to find the right words to express what he understood as the definition of taxes.

"Oh, taxes, I see. Fugg, the orc, came back to his senses and exclaimed in a flash of realization. "I know that the demon has told me before that he wants to take a portion of our harvest as the price of our inhabitation here. Speaking of this, Fugg looked into the goblin's eyes, "But Seth, you also know that our fields have only been planted for a short time, and there is no harvest at all." ”

Seth spread his hands helplessly: "I know...... But Mr. Amtils, he ......"

"I think the demons don't know what we're doing because they've never been to our side. Fuge burst out, "But you can't blame him, I hope Geush will bless his wounds as much as possible!"

Geush was a god worshipped by the orcs, and many orcs worshipped him, and the goblins looked at Fuge gratefully, then stared at the ground with an embarrassed expression: "But...... You can't ......."

Seeing the goblin like this, Fugg thought about it seriously: "Why don't you go hunting with me today, and then take some of the prey back to Amtils, I think this can be regarded as paying taxes." ”

"Hunting?" Goblins get excited every time they hear the word, and because of their physical and racial limitations, goblins who dream of becoming knights can only find full satisfaction when they are dealing with their prey.

"Yes, hunting. Fugg bent down and patted Seth on the shoulder, "Let's go!"

Before he knew it, it was almost dusk, and the dungeon lord who was bored looking out through the dungeon gate was already stuffy and almost crazy, but his wounds did not allow him to stand up, and at last there was the sound of goblin footsteps outside the door, accompanied by the sound of something heavy dragging on the ground.

"Is that you, Seth?" cried the demon, "Why did you go all day and come back?"

Next to the gate was a small green head: "I, Mr. Amtils, I went hunting with Fugg." ”

"Hunting?" the demon grabbed a piece of wood from the fireplace and threw it at the goblin. "What did I tell you to do in the orc village?

Seeing the demon's angry face, Seth hurriedly ran into the hall: "......Ahh

“...... Fugg said to give me a portion of the harvest as taxes. The goblin continued.

"Harvest?" Hearing the word tax, the demon's purple eyes immediately lit up: "What did you bring back?" I just heard the sound of something being dragged away, is it a bag of gold coins, a bag of rare ores, or a bag of gems?"

"Gold, ore, gems?" Goblin Setter looked at his dungeon master in confusion, "You can't hunt these things, can you, Mr. Amtils?"

"Uh...... Oh, so what did you bring back with you, Seth?"

"A whole boar that looks fat. Seth began to count his hands, "and half a deer, four birds, and two rabbits." But I couldn't take that much, so I dragged the boar back first. ”

The demon's eyes began to roll upward, "Boars, deer, birds, and rabbits, please, what of these can be paid to Old Man Long in lieu of rent, Seth?"

Seth was stunned: "This ...... I want to ......"

"What else is there to think about, you idiot!" the demon couldn't help it, and began to prepare to scold.

"Idiot, who are you talking about, Am?" a slender figure walked in from outside the dungeon gate, "It's too much to greet me with such words." Or is it because your injuries are almost healed, so you are overzealous?" (To be continued......)