Liz, the pseudo-dragon, flies at the top of the sewers of Calando's Black Street, and its dark vision allows it to easily dodge obstacles in front of it, and dimness is useless to it.

However, on the way to the campfire hall, it actually saw a wave of people it was more familiar with, no, it should be described as a monster, it was Gordon's subordinates, Sgeo and Grush, they were both there, rushing in the opposite direction to the campfire hall.

There aren't many people, and there are only about 20 of them, and what attracts it more is the objects they carry.

It was a statue of a human mage, with a strange sheen and water stains on it, and it was clear that it was not easy to dry quickly in the cold and damp sewers.

However, they don't have to do that.

This incident was just a small episode, and it didn't choose to go down to say hello, and although it was Celia's pet, it didn't mean that it was on the same level as these Gordon's dependents.

It seemed to it that these filthy, stupid monsters wouldn't have even looked at them if they hadn't been taken in by Gordon.

Moreover, its current task is to inform Gordon of the disappearance of Celia and Nina's marks, and then bring Gordon's message back to Celia, which is its most important task.

As for the statue and these monsters, it didn't cause Lizzy to fluctuate for half a minute, and thinking about it, it left the group of monsters who were against it far behind, and headed towards the place agreed between Celia and Gordon.

Not for a while.

Liz saw Gordon, who was sitting on the ground with his eyes blazing.

The black dragon seemed to be thinking about something, and from time to time it scratched at the stone floor with its claws, a symbol that Liz had never seen before.

Anyway, in its memory, this language is neither like the abyssal language, nor like the dragon language, square.

It wasn't until Liz was in the air, with the sound of her wings flapping close to her ears, that Gordon came back to his senses from the complicated plan.

Seeing this silver pseudo-dragon, Gordon also bowed slightly, without any surprise.

After all, as long as Celia wasn't stupid, or didn't stay stupid, the first time she noticed that the Ouroboros mark was gone, she would send Liz to find it in the agreed place.

Originally, it was going to deal with Vermier and leave, but now the plan can't catch up with the changes, and Gordon feels that it is easy to have an accident if he walks away like this, after all, the cult is like a dog skin plaster, annoyingly tight.

Since he got into trouble, Gordon could only make a heavy hand, trying to serve the gang at the altar in one pot, and then talk about the rest.

Therefore, Gordon's first words when he saw the pseudo-dragon Liz were serious.

"Tell Celia that I'm not leaving Karando for a while! Let them wait for me outside the town, don't go into the city, just take care of yourself! ”

After Gordon briefly focused these words on Liz, although Liz wanted to say something, when she saw Gordon's awe-inspiring eyes, she knew that she should not be able to change her will.

He nodded and said to Gordon.

"I see, Lord Gordon! I'll bring you with me!"

With that, it left the campfire hall through the crack in the passage and ran towards the nearest sewer entrance.

Gordon watched it go, and then thought silently.

If nothing else, Grush, and Squeo, should have arrived!

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"Stop, you green-skinned dwarf, or I'll be rude to you!"

"Get out, you lizard head!

"It's mine! You can't grab it! This is what I saw first! It took me a lot of time to get it there!"

"No matter! I see it, it's mine!"

......

The stammering lingua franca, accompanied by the wind of the sewers, reached the Ouroboros guard at the altar door.

Not the one Gordon had passed by before, though, but two other young faces.

It's obviously a succession, after all, humans need sleep.

And the two young thugs from Ouroboros were obviously a little curious about the sudden fight and noise in the sewers.

They glanced at each other and immediately decided to go back and report first, and then go to find out what was going on not far away.

Soon, a group of Ouroboros thugs who had been instructed to take their weapons in their hands and head towards the source of the sound.

After passing through several sewer pipes and a corridor, they finally managed to find the entrance to the altar less than fifty meters in a straight line, but more than a few hundred meters from the bend of the passage.

Ouroboros' scout probe saw what it was, making a fuss not far from the altar door.

It is the most common monster in the sewers with no more than twenty gangs combined!

A gang of kobolds with spears and a gang of goblins with bone clubs are doing it.

The fight was indispensable, and the clanging of bone clubs and spears was endless.

The scout also saw that behind the kobold, there was a humanoid of human height, motionless.

But as soon as the scout was surprised, he realized that something was wrong, and upon closer inspection, he recognized that it was not a human, but a statue.

Two groups of monsters got because of a statue?

This was a bit ridiculous to the Ouroboros scouts, and he retracted his head and told the squad behind him what was going on behind him.

And he plans to persuade everyone to leave, just a group of ordinary goblins and kobolds, there is no need to get involved.

However, the captain of the Ouroboros team led by him, who has always had a smart brain, and Ruflin, who claims to be a second-order [wanderer] who is half a mage (only has a brain), raised objections after watching the farce around the corner.

"I think we should kill these monsters so that we don't annoy the adults! Maybe we can go back with their heads and get a reward!"

When he mentioned those snake people who were born spellcasters, he unconsciously had a hint of admiration and fear on his face.

After all, becoming a mage has been his dream since he was a child, but unfortunately, forced by life, financial pressure and the high tuition fees of mages, he had to choose to become a golden finger in the chaos zone.

So, he has a cult look at the caster, especially this race that is born to be a caster.

The reason why he had chosen to join the Ouroboros was because it would allow him to earn enough money to buy a spell book.

After hearing this, everyone did not object, after all, how much time does it take to kill a group of monsters.

But what they didn't expect was that at the first time they appeared.

Goblins and kobolds, when they saw them as if they had made an appointment, fled in a panic, climbed into the pipes, jumped into the water, and turned back.

There was not a single one who resisted, so that they suddenly burst out, and they killed less than three or four, and it was Ruvlin's quick eyes that he used a dagger to maim a few.

Poof! The dagger slitted the throat of the running goblin.

Fishy blood gushed from under the green skin.

But this knife meant that he could no longer pursue those monsters that had disappeared without a trace.

Rustlin casually kicked the dying goblin away, and then looked back at his teammate's blind expression, he himself was very depressed.

These monsters don't play according to the routine!

Didn't you say that the good number of people would not run, why would the four of them be afraid?

He took a sip, then looked at the sparse monster corpse at the end, and suddenly felt a sense of stupidity.

There are less than five heads, and it is not interesting to take them, and it seems that they are incompetent.

But just as Rufflin turned around to call his men back, his eyes unconsciously turned to the human statue that had been abandoned here.

Look at the outfit is a statue of a mage.

But in the darkness, he couldn't see clearly, so he could only take the torch and walk to the statue, and only then could he completely see the statue's blurred face.

and the inscription carved under the broken stone base.

"A true mage, always with the heart of an apprentice - Gormodan. ”

Rufflin looked at the inscription underneath, then at the slightly familiar figure, and then at the snake people who asked for something of historical value, or something related to a mage.

He unconsciously licked the corners of his mouth, which were somewhat dry.

He looked at the statue with burning eyes, as if he were looking at a mountain of gold, he knew.

If nothing else, he is not far from embarking on the path to becoming a mage.

A stone's throw away!

On the other side, Grush and Sgio were in a shadowy enough to spy on the bandits, who had "sudden" to kill them, until they carefully carried the statue of equal height towards the altar.

Squeo and Grush glanced at each other, their eyes full of admiration and adoration for Gordon.

"As the owner expected, this statue can really attract them!"