"Luda, you're still busy at this late hour. xiexie, you ......" Count Grude thought that the knight of Angsai was preparing a drink for tomorrow's wedding, and thanked this old friend almost like his own brother.

"Tomorrow I will wrap it up beautifully and put it in your new house, so that you can enjoy it slowly in the sweet night~hehe~" Now that Diarrando has completed the exchange, there is no need to implement the second plan to stun the city lord, Ang Sai chatted with the city lord for a few words, and then left with the wine.

When he hurried back to his room, he saw Dearlando and the drake in front of the lamp, studying the real Ring of Grude. After seeing Angsai, Dearrando shook the ring at the half-dwarf and asked, "Do you know what kind of gem is in this ring? I don't think it's a diamond or a moonstone......

Ang Sai didn't take it, he shook his head and said, "We don't know, this ring was given directly to the Grud family by the Dragon Singer, and then passed down from generation to generation by them. Because it was so important, we didn't dare to test it in any way. ”

"Okay...... Then I'm gone. Is there anything else you have to say to the dwarves of the Splittooth?" Diarlandor steadied the ring, walked to the window, and asked casually.

Unexpectedly, Ang Sai suddenly shouted: "Please bring this ......." The half-dwarf stopped Diarrando and pulled out another thing from the tunnel, it was a celebration blindfold, with many shiny shards inlaid on it, and it looked gorgeous.

Diarrando reached out and took it, tried it on his face, and there were leather cords on both sides of the blindfold, so it didn't seem uncomfortable to wear. Then he looked up at Ang Sai and asked, "What is this...... Wow!weishenme will do that!"

It turned out that the stone wall in his eyes had become translucent at this moment, and he could faintly see what was behind the wall. He could tell the bathtub in the bathroom next door, the dusty furniture overhead, and a living room at his feet.

"This is the treasure of my people, the Thorough Mask, which can see through the rocks about ten feet with it. It was previously used to prospect for minerals and inspect for cracks in underground passages. The Dwarven Dark Wizard can merge himself with the rock, and wearing it will allow him to spot the cunning thieves in time to avoid sneak attacks. ”

Diarrando took off his blindfold and asked unhappily: "Then Weishenme don't give Kenda them, they are the vanguard, and they are more likely to be attacked." ”

Angsai said with a frank face: "This is also a supreme treasure for us, if it weren't for the protection of this mine, it should have stayed in the Iron Hammer Clan and was kept by the patriarch himself." So I can only lend it to the Dragon Singer, but not to anyone else, I hope you can understand. ”

Diarlando understood Angsai's difficulty, nodded and said, "Thank you very much, I will return it to you as it is." With that, he hung the blindfold around his neck.

Although the dwarf's blindfold is very powerful, the translucent rock can make distance judgment problematic, so he plans to wait until he is underground to bring it up.

After thanking him, Diarrando jumped out of the window without a moment's delay. After borrowing force on the wall several times, it soon fell to the square in front of the castle. The half-dwarf nervously stuck his head out to look, and Diarrando waved at him, reassuring him.

Following the previous day's route, Dearrando quickly rediscovered the entrance to the cave, and now Kenda and Fayer had been down for almost an hour, and it was not known if anything had been gained.

The energy contained in this huge piece of metal was too great to be perceived on the surface of the earth where Kenda or Fayer were located, and it was not until Deirlandor returned to the huge underground cavern that he could be sure that the two of them were directly below him.

I took out the see-through blindfold and put it on, and then looked at the metal mound, and I could see that the part buried in the wall was much more than the exposed part. As the metal cooled gradually, some passages were only half-sealed, or only the entrance was sealed. But for the living mouth inside, if it is buried directly, it may still be a happy point of death.

Retracting his gaze, Dearlando carefully stood on the metal branch, and after making sure that nothing was coming out, he began to land rapidly underground, crossing a height of about thirty feet with each jump. Although his steps were light, there was a slight concussion in the hollow underground.

When he descended to the bottom of the cave, there was no lighting around him, and beneath his feet was a relatively flat metal bottom, surrounded by rock walls covered with large and small caves. A shallow underground river runs through it, and the rest of the riverbed is covered with fine rubble.

The rock was peeling off from the vibration just now, falling down and smashing against the metal below, forming a chain of humming sounds, giving the illusion of countless people whispering in their ears.

Diarlando looked up at Xiangshang, the distance where he fell was estimated to be more than two hundred feet, if all these metals were part of the gold-swallowing beast, then this guy's size was probably as big as a mountain.

Rises's white light lit up, and the young dragon looked curiously left and right, his tail patting Dearlandor's shoulder from time to time, looking very excited.

"Wipe your saliva! Wait, get something for you to eat. Dearlando smiled and touched Ryseth's head, knowing it couldn't wait now. Closing his eyes and feeling the direction of Kenda and Fayle, Diarlando drew his sword and walked in one direction.

There was a rock in front of him, but through the dwarven blindfold, he could see a large cavity behind him, and Diarrando swung his sword at it, and sure enough, he easily smashed through the thin pine rock wall.

The smell inside was terrible, and it could be seen as a half-collapsed room, and Dearlando struggled to ignore the humanoid objects that twisted and crouched in the corner, and focused on finding traces of Kenda and Fayle. The search was unsuccessful, so I smashed open the decaying oak door and walked to the outside passage.

These passages are all spiraling, and the ground is paved with more than a foot of thick metal, and some broken stones are scattered on top of the metal, reminiscent of the groundwater and falling rocks outside, and it is very likely that this place will be flooded by heavy water every once in a while, so those rocks that keep crumbling are not piled up at the bottom of the cave.

As he walked briskly, Dearlando quickly made his way through the daily quarters of the Splittooth Dwarves, many of whom were suffocated to death by molten metal in their caves. In such a dark and damp underground, it has long since decayed and only the shape of a little bone remains. Sometimes Dearlando walked by, turning the last remaining bones to dust.

As he walked through the area, he was extremely depressed, it was normal for war to have casualties, but it involved such a huge number of civilian casualties...... Diarrando was so distraught that he walked along one of the main roads in the residential area to a place that looked like a small auditorium.

It is ornately furnished, with gold and silver glittering on the walls, and a variety of finely carved weapons and armor displayed in front of the walls on either side. The floor is covered with a carpet with abstract horse motifs, and the unique rugged style is recognizable at first glance from the Wanma Plain in the south.

There are nine stone thrones, most of which contain withered corpses. Beneath the tattered fabric revealed the unfading silver chain mail, and the expression of each corpse was so painful, the mouth was wide open, and the dry black fingers were choking their throats, as if they had died from inhaling some poisonous gas.

Dearlando approached the largest throne in the middle, the corpse with a heavy golden crown on its head, probably the king of the Splittooth Dwarves at the time. The corpse clutched a heavy silver axe in its hand, and the jagged protrusions at the top of the axe were impressive. There was some text engraved on the face of the axe, but it was covered by a thick layer of dust.

Squatting down, Dearlando reached out to find the identity of the person in front of him from the inscription on the axe, but at this moment, the young dragon suddenly let out a bright light and roared a sharp cry that Deirlando had never heard before.

This palatial hall burst into blue flames in an instant, and the strong and pungent smell came to the nostrils, and the fabric of Deirlando's whole body was burned to the ground in an instant, but fortunately, it was protected by white leather armor and was not seriously injured on the spot.

The young dragon burst out a white ball of light and covered Dearrando, but because Liliang was not enough, he could barely wrap his whole body, and there was no room to move at all.

The corpses on the throne let out a shrill laugh at the moment, and then staggered to their feet like skeletons, their dry eyelids rolled up, revealing two stones that glowed blue, and their ragged clothes were unaffected by the raging flames.

Deirlando summoned the magic sword and tried to erect his own spiritual barrier, but in the chaos at the moment, he could not succeed in any way. He could only crouch in Ryseth's small ball of white light, watching the dwarven dark wizards who had cheated corpses approaching step by step.

A black claw reached for Reseth's shield, and Deirlandor drew his sword from the ball of light, slicing it off with a single sword. The corpse hissed and shrieked back, then stood out of Dearlandor's reach and began to raise his weapon and chant heavy, obscure magic.

Diarrando saw that in this hall, except for the five dried corpses standing, everything else began to deform and melt, even those exquisite weapons and armor. I knew that once I left the protection of the young dragon, I estimated that I would not survive for a minute.

However, judging from the sword just now, his magic sword can still be exposed to the outside for a short time. So with a wave of his hand, he turned the long sword into five daggers, and unexpectedly threw it out as a flying knife. The dwarven dark wizards who chanted magic did not expect that there were weapons that could not be afraid of such a purgatory fire, and the four of them were cut off by a knife, and they fell unwillingly with purple-black smoke from their mouths.

And the zuihou one, because of the distance, I don't know that the weishenme flying knife is actually just inserted in the chest. He grinned darkly, grinning horribly, his pale beard bursting like a hedgehog, and his whole body began to redden.

Before Dearlando could turn his sword into a shield, he was plunged into darkness in the midst of the massive impact.