The discovery of the dungeon causes a big uproar.

More exactly, it provoked a real earthquake that shook the entire city of Ferghânâ!

Firstly, because Romaric and Arya, who form a solid duo, could not even explore the cave in depth.

Then because the Guild, would offer rewards to anyone who could provide a map or information about the Dungeon.

However, the presence of the cave made some people fear that Ferghânâ was no longer safe from monstrous threats.

After all, who could say that none of his creatures would come out of the cave?

The concentration of Mana would always attract more creatures near the Keep so it would be necessary to build a fortified post, or the roads will never be safe.

Romaric was sitting in the Hall of the Mercenary Guild, the area was divided into several parts: the billboard where the quests were posted, a reception, and a bar where he was currently sitting.

The young swordsman was celebrating his success, and waiting for news.

The Master wanted to form a group to explore the dungeon, and he absolutely wanted to be in.

He had hurried to a healer in the city to repair the ugly wounds the wolf had left in his shoulder.

"If I go back," he exclaimed, "I will not leave any of his monsters alive!" "

A fierce young man approached with a smile.

"You should stop, a beginner will always be a beginner.

You will only ruin a place in the group. Just go back and train yourself against the wooden puppets. "

Romaric saw red when he saw him arrive: "Edwin, what do you want from me, do you think you're better?"

The rivalry between the two had started since the arrival of Romaric at Ferghânâ a year earlier, the two men were of the same generation, and could not help but want to assert their supremacy over the other.

"I heard, it was Arya who brought you back from the dungeon? "

" Saved by a woman you are pitiful "

He had a great burst of laughter whose only purpose was to humiliate his opponent

Romaric swallowed the words that burned his throat and was silent, the footsteps of the guild master sounded in the central staircase and silence was heard throughout the room. When one has as much strength as him, the respect is imposed in a natural way

Lëthor, was brief as he always was and summarized the information they had:

"The dungeon has a high density of mana, so we should expect some rather dangerous species.

The upland is quite narrow, but if it's a labyrinth, do not think about crossing it in less than a day. "

These words confuse the mercenaries.

A full day of exploration?

It was a discovery that exceeded the expectations of many.

However, it was an acceptable fact considering the rewards that dungeons provided

"I will not allow any groups that do not have my approval at the moment, I do not want to see you fall like flies by attacking such a dungeon without preparation. " Warned them the Master

"The mission of the exploration group will be to map as much as possible the cave understood? "

Arya? called the master

Yes? replied the young woman.

These eyes shone with anticipation

"You already know the way, so you'll go with Romaric, Siam, and Krakal. Try to come back in one piece. "

He pointed to the appropriate people, in this case, a solitary warrior, and a mage to accompany them.

"To those who remain, there is not much to do," calmly continued the Master.

"We must remain on our guard, continue to clean up the threats that will come and wait for the results of the investigation. Your turn will come quickly. "

Lëthor could feel the excitement of his troops, but he had to restrain them a little. Preparation is a matter of survival.

He was thinking of the burgomaster to whom he should report, he will undoubtedly be in the same state of excitement as his troops.

And indeed after receiving the news, the Lord was jubilant

Kandarisar was a man of about seventy, with piercing eye and assured voice.

In his day he had been a ruler of the right and wise clan, which had earned him the right to be elected to this position with a comfortable majority; he was well-versed in business and a skilled diplomat, knowing how to appreciate the pertinent advice, and yet firm in his decisions.

So far, the people of Ferghânâ had only to congratulate themselves on their choice

He had decided to let the dungeon exploration group escort a team of artisans through the land, he wanted to establish a strong permanent base there and claim it on his own.

Given the scarcity of dungeons in Ceridwen, the merchants and mercenaries would soon flock to his city.

And he did not want to take the risk of seeing his influence decline, because of the arrival of a bunch of foreigners.

This opportunity was too tempting after all, his head was full of plans to make this discovery profitable.

I'll need a toll road now, he thought. The sound of gold coins flowing in his hands was already almost noticeable

It should, however, ensure the independence of his city, he had a river connection with the capital Fortalden.

And the thought of having to negotiate more than before with the monarchy bristled him deeply.

"We'll see if that mad woman dares to make claims on my land! "

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Meanwhile, for Arya, the trip had started well,

Certainly, the absence of real breaks was a little sad, but the excitement made him forget his unpleasantness.

It was already a few hours since they were gone, at the first light of the sun, and their group should arrive in sight of the Keep at noon.

Then they should do an exploration dive and map as much surface as possible.

Krakal had warned him that they might have to stay indoors, so they did not have to waste time on unnecessary return trips.

She liked this giant a little clumsy, he did not try to crush it, with his experience and it was a nice point.

He was a little intimidating but it was normal

He was just too tall, so much so that the Ogre of the last time could have passed for his big brother.

He wore a chainmail that came to his knees.

At his waist were hung on one side, a monumental ax, and in his hand a large rectangular shield. He wore braided hair, and he had a big red, shaggy beard.

Siam, her other companion, was on the contrary far more secretive and had not said much since the beginning of their march.

Just asking Arya what she saw in the dungeon.

Her taciturn nature did not surprise anyone

Those who devoted themselves full time to the path of magic were often rather peculiar characters.

Siam was probably foreign, her face did not stick, with the locals, She had matte skin, long shiny black hair pulled back and braided. Her dark leather clothes, similar to those of Arya, put in value her slender figure.

Arya turned to look at the caravan that was following close behind, many cars were following in single file, loaded with tools and building materials

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The Lord wanted absolutely to prevent another power from invading the place and had prepared in haste an assembly of craftsmen to set up an outpost around the Dungeon

Nothing is left to chance apparently.

All more reason to succeed in the mission and make the master proud!

She let her gaze linger on her temporary companions and cheered them on silently.

Lëthor had chosen well, even if they did not know each other very well their complementarity was good, this dive should be better than the last time the young woman hoped.

In front of her, the entrance to the dungeon illuminated by the setting sun sounded like a challenge.

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Xanthe looked at the group of humans, engaging in his dungeon. They looked a little tired but also very interested in every little detail they could glean.

The group of four included the unlucky duo from a few days ago as well as an armored man and a young woman.

Xanthe was able to confirm his suspicions of the last time.

If he could detect a mana pool in each of the intruders.

It was a stock, no one practiced meditation, and became a source of power.

This meant that he possessed techniques and arts unknown in the outside world, he could use them to negotiate if they were ever too hostile.

However, he did not want to underestimate them, the universe was vast, and the means to become strong, probably infinite.

Satisfied with having a supplementary hidden card, he carefully observed them

It was with anticipation that he saw them go deeper into his dungeon, he had learned from his mistakes and wanted to see the progress he had made

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What a horrible place! thought Siam,the young mage

If it were not for Master's invitation, there would be no chance that she would come of her own accord indeed

Of a cautious nature, she always tended to make preparations before making a decision.

Finding herself in a group that she perceived as daredevil made her feel uncomfortable.

"At least they do a good job," the fact could not be dismissed the group was very stable.

Romaric had taken the vanguard with Krakal, their protector who must have had a giant blood in his veins because its size was around two meter high

He was taking damage from the front, allowing Siam and Arya to release their long-range attacks safely.

Romaric possessed a decent ability to avoid traps and supported Krakal on contact.

They took the same path as the unlucky duo a few days earlier and progressed at a faster pace.

They went carefully to the first room

Prevented ambushes of Snakes hanged from stalactites, Siam preventively sent short spells of flames to clean these inaccessible places

The scorched flesh smells told her that his precautions had reached their goal.

"You must always have a step ahead," she thought with a smile

After fully exploring the first room, they drew an approximate map of the dungeon with the entrance and the first room. It was part of their mission to map as much surface as possible. Then they continued in the second room where they met five goblins scattered.

However, after tracing the second piece, they found themselves with tunnels going deeper into the dungeon.

Moreover, their progress was regular, the spears of the Kobolds were only bouncing helplessly over the shield of Krakal, their owners were immediately crossed by the features of Arya.

"Arya? You really fled from this place? " Siam asked.

"For the moment I do not see anything dangerous. "

The young woman who initially feared this exploration took more and more confidence with the smooth progress of their progress.

"Do not brag, Krakal does wonders against kobolds, but we still have not seen these hordes of rats. And that worries me. "

Siam was silent in integrating this data, the dungeons always used all their assets not?

Why this absence?

The accomplices arrived at a crossroads at four junctions.

Romaric consulting his compass announced to them, that it was necessary to continue in the direction of the South to reach the center of the labyrinth, it thus suggested to them to continue straight.

Siam was about to speak when she heard squeaks from behind.

The rats, she understood, turning around she could see a crowd of yellow eyes that stared at the group from the darkness

"Krakal, we swap places! Arya take out your cutlass! "

While giving her instructions she drew back so that her companions could protect her.

However, when she glanced at her companions she saw that the tunnels to the east and north were also occupied by a horde of pests

The spur consisted of four directions, and only one lane remained free from the west.

"It looks like the Dungeon showed us the way forward," Krakal worried.

His ax was not adapted to fight a crowd of little monsters.

He did not want to go west, however, fearing another trap.

"We do not have a choice," said Romaric irritated, joining the words to the act he ran towards the tunnel wishing to put the greatest possible distance between him and the rodents.

His group followed him and a race started. The rats invaded the crossroads, before pursuing the fugitives by pushing aggressive squeaks

Siam could not take it any longer, a rat propelling himself on his hind legs clutched at her hair.

She was taken by surprise

She tried to pull away but the animal seemed to have soldered to her skull.

She wanted to repel him with a minor fire spell but only managed to burn three wicks.

She screamed and resumed her race quickly passing Romaric who was leading. The rat was resting on her head like a hat.

Siam no longer felt tired.

Noisy breath, heart, and temples beating to break, and in her escape struck a wall.

She fell, got up immediately, the rat had released her, but the relief was short-lived, it was dead-end.

The rats, seeing their victims trapped, regrouped before giving the assault.

Krakal went to the front and unfolded his rectangular shield.

Siam heard him shouting at him to crush his critters, and he took the first wave.

Romaric and Arya put themselves on her side and together with their blades they started a bloody ballet.

The amount of rodent that came to them allowed them to not bother with precision.

When they hit somewhere, there would always be a rodent to take the hit

Siam quickly cast a spell by gathering the mana around, she thanked once again the abnormally high amount of mana which allowed a saving of vital time in these circumstances.

"Not a fireball, but a ray," she thought.

The risk of targeting her allies was too great so she had to resolve to limit the scope of her fate.

When the mana had reached its critical mass, she shouted a warning before releasing the spell.

The blue fire concentrated in a thin ray came in contact with the fur of these creatures and exploded immediately, forming a sea of flames in an instant.

The front-loading rats suddenly started miserable roars in that ocean of fire. The fire spread, for a moment before going out for lack of fuel.

Siam collapsed on the ground, modifying a spell on the job was not an easy task.

So there was an obvious tribute to her body

The eyes of his companions were pierced by a flash of admiration; Siam had done a good job.

They mostly got superficial wounds, the rats had not passed through their protections

However, some bites had to leave them a bad memory

"I hate this dungeon," Siam announced.

she could not bring herself to have been carried into such an extreme situation by a mere horde of rats.

"Calm down," Arya told her.

"The last horde was a final trick of this dungeon

Maybe there's not much else left to worry about now. "

Arya sat down next to Siam and offered her a healing potion.

Fatigue was pulling her, her cutlass was not made for prolonged battles and her arms felt tired.

She could not help but a last bravado in front of the giant Krakal

"You see, it was not so difficult, " She told him

In response, Krakal grunted unintelligible.

He had almost fallen about ten times in their hurried course, had opened his fingers, slashed his forehead, bruised his ribs, and when a stone had come loose under his foot and he had felt himself tipping back he had squeaked.

He, Krakal, son of one of the most powerful clans of Ceridwen, had squeaked.

He felt the wrath of his vigilant ancestors hovering over him like a dark cloud, waiting only for another misstep to plunge him into shame and disgrace forever. He had squeaked!

However, he quickly changed his expression by hearing a noise further down the path

" Bad News !" The giant announced

Heavy footsteps could be heard and seemed to come from the junction they had crossed earlier.

Obstructing the passage three Ashenwolfs were advancing towards the tired group