"Is this place very close to the Dark Lake?"

Brian put his hand against the stone wall of the tunnel, and while he concentrated on feeling the faint vibration, he said to the Kuo-toa monk not far away.

This monk murloc is also the largest among all the kuo-toa that Brian has ever seen.

His skin was rough, and his limbs were covered with conspicuous tangled muscles, dotted with scars from battles and training, making him almost as ugly as a corpse that had been dead for a week.

Brian had no doubt that the opponent's fighting skills were much higher than those of ordinary Kuo-Toa.

But what he couldn't imagine was that the other party turned out to be a fish-man who preached pacifism.

This made him realize that this fish man might be hiding some ulterior secrets.

"There is still at least 5 kilometers to go." The fish-man monk stared at his two protruding silver-black eyes and answered in a slow tone.

The two independently focused eyes of the Kuo Tao fish have extremely sharp vision. They can see any moving creature or object, even if the opponent is invisible, spiritual or astral. Only by staying still can they see

Able to hide from their eyes.

Brian nodded thoughtfully and stretched out his hand to signal everyone to stop.

Because he judged it from the surface of the surrounding rock formations.

In the past years, countless underground races had mined mineral deposits in this area, and they had dug away almost everything of value on the road they were taking at this time.

Looking at the traces on the stone walls, he could even imagine these underground races touching all the rock walls with their greasy sweaty hands, destroying the possibility of any other ores being formed.

The color of the spacious oval tunnel is more like a dry earthy brown. Although this is a very suitable underground passage in the Underdark, it can be seen from the traces on the ground that few people use it now.

It is said that when the ancient race created the Dark Lake, they also unintentionally brought in the evil fish-man race, the Kuo-Tao, which allowed them to take root in every corner along the shores of the Dark Lake, often robbing passing travelers.

"Let's go." After observing for a moment, Brian motioned for everyone to continue walking forward.

Therefore, the murloc monk who led the way took the lead in the front row, followed two steps behind by the goblin Copper Block and the derro dwarf Jeep.

Under Brian's secret instructions, Copper Nugget and this enthusiastic derro dwarf became inseparable, and they were so familiar with each other that they would compare themselves to each other when they went out to pee.

"Did you find any problem?"

Hesiah, who was walking in the last row, walked side by side with Brian. Looking at his slightly solemn expression, she asked him through magic transmission.

"Stay vigilant," Brian said to the sword mage. "My instincts are rarely wrong."

Hesiah nodded slightly with conviction, and inadvertently moved her right hand to the hilt of the sword hanging on her slender waist.

Next, everyone was silent all the way and walked in the tunnel filled with sickly light for about half an hour. Soft sand began to appear on the hard ground, and their footsteps made a crunching sound on the sand.

Brian looked around at the environmental features of the Underdark and recognized that they were very close to the Dark Lake.

He frowned and pondered for a moment, then found a triangular area formed by the stumps of three stalactites, and motioned for everyone to take a break.

"We'll reach our destination after walking about another 3 kilometers."

The fish-man monk not far away had no intention of stopping. He looked at Brian, being careful not to let the echo of his words spread far away, and said:

"There is a fork in front of you. After passing the corner, keep walking along the passage on the right, and you will reach the largest Kuo-Tao murloc town on the coast of the dark lake. We have been lucky to have walked this far, but we still have to...

..."

"Boom!"

A crackling sound rang in their ears, interrupting the monk's voice and echoing in the wide tunnel for a long time.

Everyone was startled by the movement, and even Brian instinctively raised his head and looked at the top of the tunnel.

The goblin copper block quickly grabbed the lighting stick that emitted a soft light in his hand, cutting off the radiation of the light and instantly plunging the entire tunnel into darkness.

"Could it be..." the derro dwarf whispered hoarsely, "could it be another purple worm or abyss demon, I..."

"Shh..." Copper Block whispered softly, "No, I think it's more like..."

"Boom!"

There was another explosion, and the smell of cracking rock and lightning filled the tunnel.

lightning?

Brian looked at each other in the darkness with the sword mage beside him, and immediately thought of what kind of race could naturally release lightning magic.

Lightning? Rock cracking?

At this moment, Brian suddenly realized what this meant.

"earthquake!"

The goblin copper block obviously also reacted, shouted loudly to the derro dwarf beside him, and disappeared into a shadow.

The fishman monk heard the shouts of the goblins behind him and quickly ran towards the front of the tunnel.

The Derro dwarf Jeep nimbly jumped over a large boulder blocking the road and landed on the soft rock debris. He staggered and almost fell. After steadying himself, he continued running without looking back.

Brian calmly reached out and pointed in the darkness, and the dark tunnel became extraordinarily bright under the illumination of a simple trick.

——"Psychic Any Door!"

Looking at the bright light shining in the distance outside the tunnel, he concentrated his mind, and with a thought, he pulled Hesiah beside him into the portal and disappeared.

"Boom!"

The moment the two people left, a third explosion sounded, louder than the previous two.

Dust and stone debris fell from the cave roof, and the shadows cast by the light spell twisted and jumped on the shaking rock walls.

The earth was tearing apart and roaring, and the roaring sound seemed to fill the entire world.

The stone walls of the cave rippled like calm water being broken, the rocks cracked, dust with debris spewed out from the cracks, and large rocks fell from the rock wall.

The air was filled with the frightening smell of broken rocks, and the dust that originally fell formed thick clouds of fog.

Vaguely, Brian also smelled some other smells, thick moisture, the smell of dead fish, and rich mushroom bushes.

When he felt the fishy smell getting stronger and stronger, a large group of Kuo-Tao fishmen emerged from the darkness and surrounded the five of them.

This is a group of about twenty or thirty kuo-toa troops.

Their bodies are covered with hard green scales. Their short, stooped but extremely strong bodies have thick limbs, and duck-like webs grow between their sharp claws.

Although they have bodies and limbs that are similar to humans, they have a bullet-like fish head and piranha-like sharp fangs protruding from the outside, making them look particularly ferocious.

The Kuo-Toa, who have an evil personality and violent tendencies, are ancient underwater humanoid creatures.

They once populated the coasts and islands of the surface world.

When humans and other surface races drove the kuo-toa into the underground world, allowing them to live in madness and darkness for generations, they never returned to the sun.

"Hello, my people, which tribe are you from?" The fish-man monk slowly stepped forward, looked at a group of ferocious little fish-men, and said calmly, "I am from..."

However, before he finished speaking, the monk responded with a roaring harpoon.

The harpoon passed by the monk's bullet-like head in a thrilling manner, and was heavily inserted into the stone wall far behind her.

"Blood and death, dedicated to the father of the deep sea!"

The three Kuo-Tao priests with shell magic weapons hanging around their necks simultaneously raised their scepters and roared fervently: "They are sacrifices to the Father of the Deep Sea, catch them all!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, all the Kuo-Tao fishmen rushed towards them brandishing harpoons, pincer staffs or spears.

This time, Brian noticed that the murloc monk, who liked to preach peace the most, did not choose to evade. Instead, he took the lead in facing the attack of the Kuo Tao murlocs with his bare hands.

He leaned over to dodge the swing of a pincer staff with a crab claw-like top, and hit the Kuo-Toa man in the abdomen with one palm.

Then, relying on his race's slime talent, he clung to the target, jumped up with him, and performed an acrobatic tumble in the air. The moment he hit the ground, he landed his second punch without fail.

Blood splattered and bones shattered.

The Kuo-Tao warrior fell to the ground on his back, rolling wildly, covering his bloody face with both hands, struggling a few times, and then died.

It wasn't until the death of the Kuo-Tao that Brian determined that the murloc warrior was a Kuo-Too overseer.

In the level classification of Kuo-Tao fishmen, apart from the high priests and whip bearers, they are the most powerful group of non-spellcaster fishmen warriors, with an average challenge level of about level 7.

He saw the fishman monk clasping his hands together and bowing slightly to the corpse.

Then, the fishlegs with tangled muscles kicked hard towards the ground, turning into an afterimage, like a bullet coming out of the barrel, and faced the second Kuo-Tao fish-man without warning.

——"Essence Palm!"

——"Fighting attack!"

——"High wind combo!"

——"Shocking fist!"

In the blink of an eye, four Kuo-Toa warriors fell to the ground and died in the shadow of the monk's fist.

It wasn't until the three Kuo-Toa priests released their divine magic that they slowed down the powerful offensive of the monks as if they were entering an uninhabited land.

Looking at the fierce fighting appearance of the fish-man monk, Brian couldn't help but recall the opponent's previous performance, and a sentence appeared in his mind unconsciously: be weak externally, and attack hard internally.

While paying attention to the fight between the fish-men monks, he was not idle either.

With the blessing of the arcane gauntlet, he can cast out one of his skillful spells instantly by raising his hand.

It won't take a while.
To be continued...