Located beneath Waterdeep, Skull Harbor has been exaggerated by bards as "the largest labyrinth in the Northlands, a grave for countless adventurers, and a testing ground for heroes to excel." ”

In reality, the object of the poet's description is located in the northern part of Skull Harbor, a vast labyrinth of underground tunnels, the grotesque ruins of an ancient mad legendary magician who had gone insane.

In the vast ruins shrouded in twisted magic, a vast array of spells cast by its creator has left behind the subterranean labyrinth filled with eerie magical traps, strange magical beasts from other planes, and countless deadly treasures and artifacts hidden.

A red-robed mage who lost power in the famous slave nation of Cell, a necromancer who was chased by the priest of Lansendel, the lord of the dawn, a priest who liked to stay in the cave and plot plots, and an exile who was infected with a bestiality and had anti-social tendencies...... Once the dungeon was home to a handful of such dangerous elements.

However, when the adventurers on the continent regard this place as a trial sanctuary for overnight wealth or overnight fame, even if the dungeon is inhabited by the Great Lich and the adult dragon, they will also have plans to move.

Under the rule of the legendary sorcerer Kelburn Black Rod, it is also a gateway for the Drow who cannot be seen in the Shadows to escape to the surface.

In some of the information that has only been circulated among the Drow masters, some people have boldly and cautiously suggested that in this dungeon that connects the surface and the dark regions, the ancient mad mage who was once active in Waterdeep City is not dead, and the powerful monsters he summoned and bound are still following the old mage's orders - if the dungeon king is willing, he can even command a dozen or so large lich with only their heads left to perform the "Finger of Death" as a welcome flower for visitors.

Because of this, the drow city in the dark region has never used this dungeon as a passage to invade the surface, and it has also given those drow ronin (mostly male) a safe haven to breathe.

At least, in terms of the level of chaos, the gray area of Waterdeep from the dungeon to the port of Skulls has more or less the characteristics of the dark region-

For example, the black market in Skull Harbor is full of code words about "chains" and "keys" that are all made by slave traders, the famous Red Abyss Casino, which directly excavates a huge corpse pit next to the casino to deal with those who dare to come here to incur debts and make money, and every gorgeously dressed passer-by looks like a wallet or a meat ticket to the eyes of the residents of Skull Harbor.

Of course, the lords of Waterdeep, imbued with the spirit of the rule of law, as well as the magistrates appointed by the Temple and the Academy of Magic, always follow their infallible code of conduct: "No conviction without evidence." ”

If a more detailed explanation is needed, there is also a professional legal explanation from the Temple of Tyre: "If there is no plaintiff, there will be no trial." ”

Yes, the blind god of justice is like a ranger who will do whatever it takes to uphold justice, but his temple is in the nature of the Bar Guild and Judges Association.

Undoubtedly, such "justice" is the best fertilizer for the disorderly growth of Skull Harbor.

Of course, there is also a lot of cruelty and squalor in it, but the hypocrisy of the earth makes them not like to make these things public under the "cursed celestial body".

Hooded to cover most of his face, as well as the thin sunlight from Waterdeep, scouts from Morsobre walked the alleys with familiarity.

Unlike aristocratic families who indulge in urban politics, the Dayet Mercenaries have considerable ties to the surface world. The only master of the mercenary group, the bald head who always dresses himself up in fancy clothes, has a close relationship with the creatures of the earth. This alone can make the dossier scholars in Candlecastle who focus on the knowledge of the dark regions feel incredible.

It's not a surprise that a drow elf has appeared in Skull Harbor. Aside from the slavers' occasional capture of Drow elves as playthings for their patrons of certain special fetishes, the superficial drow's shallow knowledge of drow elves can only be described by the word "extremely dangerous".

But if the Drow elves want to make it to the main city of Waterdeep legally, it will be very difficult.

At the very least, a qualified guarantor with a reputation among the citizens is required. Unfortunately, this kind of person is a little too scarce in Skull Harbor.

At the end of the alley is a non-decent bar, and the sign "Black Dragon Keg" is itself an unlucky sign that in the middle of the black stone walls of Skull Harbor sleeps an elderly black dragon who, when occasionally woken up, is always generous enough to spit out a large amount of strong acid to help the residents of Skull rebuild their dilapidated houses.

And the dwarves who drank heavily in the "Black Dragon Wine Pot" would always lie in bed for half a month because of gastrointestinal bleeding - many people wondered if the beer of the "Black Dragon Wine Bottle" was mixed with too much acidic wastewater from the alchemy workshop, so that it was as lethal as the acid spit out by the Black Dragon.

In the empty bar, there is only one hapless man who has lost all his fortune in the "Red Abyss", sipping the famous sour beer of the "Black Dragon Wine Bottle" without knowing the taste, while the blind bartender, chef and owner is wiping the grease-covered wine glasses with a dirty rag.

Mo Yun sat down on the edge of the bar and dropped two copper coins, one covered with emerald patina, while the other was as bright as if it was made of gold: "I want a glass of wine that won't get drunk." ”

The old man of the one-eyed dragon did not look up, and replied in a sullen voice from an old bellows, "Ah, won't you be drunk?, and you should drink in the great hotel above you, not me, dark elves." If your brain isn't eaten by the Psion, go get a doctor and take a good look, hell bastard!"

"I don't need a doctor, in front of my dagger, I can get what I want. ”

"Very well, damn dark elves......" The one-eyed old man muttered again, suddenly took out a dagger, and threw it out violently against Mo Yun's cheek. The dagger landed on the dartboard hanging on the wall, and it landed at eleven o'clock—

"Go and play with your dagger with the Grim Reaper, stupid blackskin! we don't welcome guests like you here, now, get out of here at once!"

In such a shouting voice, Mo Yun looked at the direction where the dagger fell, and determined where he was going.

Idriel Raymond Guyton Private Practice.

(End of chapter)