This mysterious underground road goes on and on, it seems that it is not a natural

passageway. The most obvious thing is that there are mottled corrosion marks on the stone

walls on both sides. In some places, Vincent also found some neatly arranged cut marks, which

looks like someone took a hard bite on the apple, leaving a row of teeth marks.

"Those are big purple worms, and I once saw them driving a huge worm through the cave.

That purple worm used its sharp teeth and the corrosive power of its saliva to dig this tunnel

for them." There was a muffled voice in Vincent's arm.

"Why are they mining silver here? What are they? '

'I don't know. They came about a year ago. It had nothing to do with the unlucky grey dwarfs

when they were digging here. Until one day they discovered that there was another group of

miners next to their mine, digging the same vein in a different direction, and they began to

kill them by all means of ambush."

'Why don't you help the Dwarven miners? 'whispered Mark.

"The dwarves were no good. They were very cruel to their slaves. I will not help them. Besides,

I don't have any attacking power. My touch can only make people shudder, but it can easily

wake people from sleep."

"Valentine, wasn't it when you saw the mage robe I was wearing that you decided to wake

me up so that those snake people wouldn't kill me for no reason?" The mage looked at his

left arm and heard a faint "hey hey" sound in the sleeve as an answer.

The mage smiled and refocused his attention on the road ahead.

The road was very close to the underground river, and it was full of water, so it was very

slippery, and one could have fallen into it if one had not watched one's step. The three men

were so afraid of being seen that they did not dare to bring out their perpetual torches to

light the road. Hardy, who had no dark vision, clung to Mark's collar and followed the dwarf

without losing a step.

Vincent is at the head of the pack. His eyes are the best spy weapon here. Originally Valentine

volunteered that he could take a look at the front and send information back safely, but

knowing the power of Vincent's eyes, he enjoyed himself and stayed up the master's sleeve.

The tunnel began to slope down slowly, and the underground river was no longer beside it,

but flowed from one hole to the other. There was no sound of rushing water, and there was

only silence here. The three men followed each other closely, suppressing their breathing. The

channel turned a corner in front, where the faint light of shaking was revealed.

The mage stopped and gazed with his eyes upon the thick stone wall: there stood two Snark

guards, spears in their hands, the tips of which were immortalized with countless tiny barbs.

If one of these thrusts were to be pulled out, the wound would never be sewn up, and blood

would pour out. Even if it does not directly injure the internal organs, it will cause death due

to massive blood loss. It is a vicious weapon. The mage gathers Hardy and Mark to his side

and whispers a little about what's going on over there. The two guards, the warrior and the

mage each dealt with one another, with Mark keeping an eye on the situation.

He crept around the corner, but there was still silence behind him. Without the help of the

discerning eye, he would have alarmed the guards hiding in the pits of the side walls, and

been pierced by the bloodletting spears and turned into a corpse.

Hardy clenched both hands of his sword, drew a sharp breath, and sprang forth. He did not

look to see where the enemy was, but just followed the position and Angle the mage had told

him: he did not have the seeing Eye, but he had a partner he could trust who did.

Vincent, too, turned and followed Hardy's lead. Ping extends his right arm, his right hand

claw-like, and out comes a thunderous ball of lightning energy, speeding toward the other

Snakeman with Insight Eye in his sights.

Both snake people use similar protective color ability to hide in the stone wall, never only they

sneak at others, never expected to be attacked. Hardy never found out what the Serpentine

man was like before him, but with a sharp drop of his great sword. An anti-shock came from

his hand and Hardy felt the joy he had never felt until he had hit it. Then his wrists continued

to increase, and his arms sank, pushing the weight of his body down. With one stroke, the

two-handed sword slashes the scaly skin of the snake man, slicing through its inner skeleton

and violently splitting it in half.

Vincent ran into trouble. His lightning ball hit the enemy accurately, but the snake Man

seemed to do nothing. He just shook his body and the power of the lightning disappeared.

"Electrical energy immunity!" "The mage exclaimed in his mind.

The snake man woke up and took his spear and was about to thrust it at him. It seemed to

him that the sorcerer's thin robe was no different from a sheet of paper, and that the sharp

spear piercing the sorcerer's body was only the next moment.

The lightning ball exploded.

The Snake Man was thrown backwards by the sudden gust of air, and his whole body was

crushed against the stone wall behind him. His thin ringmail was blown to pieces, and a mass

of scales from his chest and abdomen was sent flying through the cave. The front half of his

body now looked as if it had been struck hundreds of times with mace and had crumbled into

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a single piece.

Vincent still couldn't figure out why all his lightning spells had the effect of an air explosion...

The snake man was indeed very tenacious and physically strong, and even after such a heavy

blow he did not die at once. Although he could no longer hold the weapon in his hands and

his body was crumbling, he still opened his mouth wide, ready to cry.

The bolt came from the corner, smashed off its two sharp fangs, and plunged into the roof of

the snake man's mouth, and a stream of blood came out of his mouth. Not waiting for the

"ah ~~" in the snake man's throat to float out, another bolt followed and stabbed the guy in

the neck at once. The Snake-man threw his head back and fell, clutching his neck wound.

Vincent breathed a small sigh of relief: If the guards here alert the monster inside, then he will

have no choice but to escape. He looked back and gave a thumbs up to Mark who shot two

arrows at the enemy. "Good job."

Mark's little face blushed as he ducked down to string his high-speed crossbow.

The three men carried the body to one side and walked on. Hardy had not forgotten to put

the two bloodletting spears on his back before he left, and now he did not mind having many

weapons.

The cave grew brighter as he went on, and the passage grew wider. The stone walls on both

sides no longer looked as sad as they had been destroyed by force at the beginning, but

showed obvious signs of repair. Here and there the protruding solidity had been smoothed

away, and the whole passage had been made into a cylindrical shape.

Vincent felt the glistening walls, but his hands felt sticky. Drawing his fingers back, he made a

clear slime connection between them and the wall. The walls on all sides were covered with

this strange substance. Until it was certain that behind the slime was 100% stone, the wizards

would have thought that by now they had walked down the throat of some large creature.

The deeper you go, the more mucus there is around, and it's as if the passageway is covered

in a thick layer of gum that gets stickier and stickier. A spear on Hardy's back just accidentally

scraped the goo next to it and got stuck on it. Hardy had to leave it on the wall.

Fortunately, there wasn't enough slime to stop the Wizards and others from moving forward.

After walking about eight hundred meters, the wizards came to a raised platform. There was

a large vertical hole, like a patio, about two hundred meters in diameter. The whole patio

goes straight up and down from a height of more than thirty meters into the deep earth.

Steps are cut into the inner stone wall of the courtyard, and at regular intervals, there is a hole

leading to the outside, and at the entrance of the hole is a small platform three meters square.

There are also many simple lifts made of ropes and wheels that connect the various height

platforms from the vertical direction.

The mages are on one of these small platforms. Fortunately, the cave was quiet, and only at

the very bottom of the patio could a faint singing be heard. Vincent could not make out the

language even when he put up his ears. He looked down. At the bottom of the patio there

was no one, just a jumble of wagons piled high with silver. An opening large enough for the

giants to enter and exit was situated in the lower stone wall. Out of this hole, which flickered

with bright firelight, came a faint singing.

Vincent motioned for everyone to sneak quietly, and the three of them walked quickly down

the long steps, against the shadows of the stone walls.

They did not encounter any obstacles along the way, but the sight at the bottom of the

courtyard surprised them. Except for the central carload of ore, the entire bottom wall was

filled with dead bodies.

Bloody bodies.

Thousands of bodies, large and small, hung by hooks from the stone walls, their flesh torn

and crumpled, hanging loosely from the broken bones. There were cuts, smashes, cuts,

tangles, burns, frostbite, and even wounds that Vincent could not tell what had caused them.

The appearance of these bodies gave no indication of the race they had been, but only the

size of their skeletons: they ranged from great ogres to human-sized bodies; Vincent also

saw pointy elven ears hanging from some of the corpses; There were dwarf gnomes; The

thick-boned ones were dwarves, probably the missing grey dwarves; Mark also found several

bodies that looked like dwarves. Even the dark elves were not spared, as Hardy saw several

"fleshy blobs" with dark skin and white hair.

The worst part is that these people hanging on the wall were supposed to have died

somewhere else and their bodies were dragged here and hung on the wall. And then they

were often attacked and flogged by the creatures here with various weapons, which formed

this tragic situation.

Vincent felt like he was going to throw up, Hardy was a little blue in the face, and the dwarf

Mark returned the three days' worth of dry food to the earth. After many deep breaths and a

good respite, the men finally took their minds off the body. Then, slowly, the singing from the

cave came back.

Vincent took out the magic scroll he had made from his backpack and walked into the bright

cave with a serious face. Hardy and Mark hurried after him.

"Bad luck for someone" popped into the warrior's mind...