The Underdark is the underworld of the land of Blasares. They are the most mysterious and

dangerous places on the entire continent. From long ago, it was the birthplace of many scary

legends. It was the place of the cruel dark elves; Deceitful subterranean halflings; A race of

minotaurs who delight themselves in blood and the pain of their enemies; Brain suckers

known for their evil wisdom who feed on the brains of others; And demons who can make

the whole world tremble, bringing endless destruction and death. This is the paradise of

murder, this is the paradise of the depravity of conscience, this is the underworld of the

surface population.

In the history of the land of Blasares, this was the place where most of the lives were saved.

When the ancient gods fell one by one before the great Arcane powers, the sky fell endless

acid rain, serial lightning raged across the continent, and frequent volcanic eruptions altered

the landscape of the continent, and all kinds of creatures no longer controlled by the gods

roamed around. The undead joyfully harvested the souls of other creatures; Demons smeared

themselves with human blood and feasted on mountains of corpses; Dragons fly unhindered

through the sky, where their shadows leave nothing but ruins; Indefatigable, impervious to

danger, and without mercy, the organs of all manner of structures carried out their mission

"kill, kill, kill."

The Underdark became a refuge for almost all living things.

After the dark "Hundred Years of War", the land is calm again. When the various races hiding

underground see the sun again, the whole land of Blasares has been completely changed.

Countless mountains have been flattened, but countless peaks have risen; The great rift valley,

split by divine power, has forever altered the course of all the rivers of the land; And where

the magic gods had fallen, a new sea arose in the east.

The existence of those ancient nations has been completely erased, no trace of certain races

that could not escape has been found, and the Great Arcanists have all disappeared from the

world, leaving only a few broken notes of magic. Even some of the gods have not escaped

and have been replaced by the new gods. This long battle divided the history of the continent

into two parts.

It was only after many years that the races returned to the surface and began the work of

revival and reconstruction, building their future from the ruins. Others, however, were

reluctant to return to the surface, filled with fear of the terrible battle. They believe that it was

their fate to come to the underworld, that this is really where they belong.

And there were permanent inhabitants of the Underdark. Civilization began to take root here.

But over thousands of years, the harsh conditions of the Underdark have slowly infiltrated the

lives of these races, who wanted to stay out of the fray, and gradually their habits and ideas

have been changed. Like the underworld, they also began to learn the law of the jungle,

began to learn to compete by all means, and began to create a variety of terrible legends in

the Underdark.

On the road, Vincent continued to talk about his knowledge of the Underdark. It was good

that for a while the Mages Society had a good relationship with the Dark Elves. At least the

Dark Elves were able to respect the authority and power of the Mages Society. Both sides

exchanged and studied their spells for a while. The Guild traded ancient books and spell scrolls

for powerful magic items. But as the Dark Elves launched an attack on the Guild headquarters

hundreds of years ago, they tried to steal several artifacts stored in the tower. The two have

had no contact ever since. No one knows how the battle ended, but the great towers of the

Mages' Guild still stand in many parts of Blasares intact.

Hardy was being forced by Vincent to learn the native pronunciation these days -- his accent

was too strong, and he could barely understand the native pronunciation. Vincent also

stopped using a single Oriental language to Hardy, and instead constantly chatted with Mark

in the common language of the mainland and the trading language of the underground.

Hardy was a man who could not keep his mouth shut, who had to talk all day long to enjoy

himself, and this bored him. In desperation, Hardy also began to learn the local language.

After ten days of trekking, the three men and a large lizard arrived at the Cave Entrance.

The Underdark is also divided into different depths. The closer you get to the lower layers,

the warmer they are, and the water is relatively abundant and more habitable. But the further

down you go, the more powerful the creatures become, and the more dangerous they

become. Without strong horizontal strength, even a meter down in the Underdark is a risk.

Since the underworld is really just a series of large caves, they are not like the surface between

them, just find your way around. They can only travel through connecting caves at specific

locations. Now Vincent and his group are in front of a huge passage.

'This is the boundary of our dwarf city. One small step further and I'm officially out of the

spider cave." Mark stopped at the mouth of the cave and pointed to a stone tablet next to it.

"You see, this is the boundary. There's a warning written on it from long ago. Gnomes are not

to leave the confines of the stone, and any creature encountered outside the confines of the

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stone is not to be brought back to the Gnome city."

"But," said Mark, putting his bag back on his back, "that's not what's stopping me. After many

years, a little dwarf once again took it upon himself to enter the underworld."

Hardy sat on the lizard's back and looked at the dwarf Mark with a smile. "That's it! Move on!

Oooh, Underdark, here I come... Ha-ha-ha"

Vincent put the map in his hand into the scroll case at his waist. The map, given by Rhonda

the Elder, clearly marked the general environment and route of the Underdark. In combination

with what he had read about the area, Vincent had carefully avoided many dangers in the

past few days. Underground, wild animals are not the only threat. If you don't pay attention,

you may walk into a gas depression. The colorless and odorless gas slowly sucks away the last

bit of strength in your life. Maybe if you don't pay attention, you will walk into the brittle stone

layer, your weight will soon make the stone under your feet crumble, and the last thing you

left on earth is your scream before falling into the abyss; When you see the glowing fungus

covered the cave, the blue or green light reflected on the white stalactites, bringing the

mysterious and beautiful atmosphere to the cave, you do not rejoice too early, who knows

whether the microspores of these fungi in the air are toxic?

However, as soon as you enter the cave, the map in Vincent's hand is no longer as clear as

the range of the previous few days, and many places are only sketched out the route, as for

what terrain and what dangers may be encountered, it is not marked.

"Let's go, we must be careful ahead, this is not an alarmist. Keep your ears up and look around

you. Don't play with your life." Vincent turned to the two men with a serious face and said.

'Yes, I see. I'll be careful.'

"Afraid of what, I have everything. When something comes out, I can punch it away. But

Vincent, isn't it true that dark fairy women are very sexy and passionate?" "Asked Hardy with

a shy face, jumping off the lizard's back and coming over to the wizard.

"Yes," Vincent looked at the warrior. "The women there are very open. Keep your spirits up,

Prudence City is still nearly two months away."

"Vincent, aren't you a mage? Why don't you teleport us to our destination in a whoosh?"

"I've never been to the City of Prudence before, and forcing the magic of teleportation would

only transport us to uncertain places. Like deep rocks." Vincent points to the granite that

makes up the underground caverns. "Besides, I haven't been able to recover all my magical

powers yet. So, walk slowly on your feet."

"Indeed, it will be so long before you see your lovely dark Elf sister." Hardy walked slowly at

the head of the line, brandishing a stick. "But on the other hand, waiting is kind of romantic.

But I must change my weapon. This stick is so ugly."

Mark walked over to Vincent and whispered in the mage's ear, "Well... Vincent, how about we

don't tell him who the Drow really is?" .

"Tell him when the time comes, don't hook him with some bait, this guy is bound to be all

over the place. Besides, we're not lying, dark elves are sexy and open-minded." Vincent

explains to Mark with a smile on his face.

"I want them to have a protruding body and good skin. It must be smooth and delicate. Hehe,

Vincent, you must teach me some of the language of the dark elves, it will be very dull if we

can't understand each other. Vincent. By the way, what style of poetry do they like? Or music?

Or do they just like painting? You tell me, I've been getting ready..."

The three of them moved farther and farther into the cave, leaving Hardy's loud voice echoing

through the enclosed space.

About three miles above their heads was the world of the surface. It was still sunny as usual,

and the white snow shone like a mirror in the sunlight, and you looked and even thought it

reflected the clouds. A fawn sprang out from among the trees, planted its front hooves on

the ground, and then lowered its head and began to chew the grass that was hidden under

the snow.

"Clatter" two sounds, the snow hanging on the pine tree was shaken down in the swing of

the branches. The fawn raised its head, looked around with its ears closed, and then ran away

in a hurry.

The trees fell in rows, and a passage was forced through the forest. An all-stone building is

slowly moving forward. It sits on broad stone rollers, with six-fingered metal arms protruding

from the sides of the building, three on each side. The whole thing rattled and made its way

through the trees.

The little tree, in general, would have been crushed to pieces by its great stone; Larger ones,

the stone structure shoots out flames from its front, incinerating any tree in its way; And when

stones came in his way, his arms pounded the obstructions, shattering them to pieces.

Completely oblivious to the terrain in the woods, the structure proceeded slowly in an

absolute straight line, neither accelerating nor slowing down at all.

A lid opened on the top of the statue, and a figure in a gray cloak poked out, turning around

and surveying its surroundings with a hissing sound. After looking for a moment, it stooped

and disappeared into the stone.

The megalithic structure still rumbles forward without any sign of fatigue. In the direction of

his advance was Moon, the kingdom of the elves.