In the dark environment of the mine tunnel, the gray light of the lighting crystal reflected a small area. There were fine crystal sands in the rock formations, and not far away was a piece of quartz pillars of poor quality. On the top of the mine tunnel, right in front of the

A layer of water seeped down, like the shadow of a curtain.

At the junction of light and darkness, under a cluster of huge quartz pillars, Miss Naturalist sat with her knees bent, with a large silver book on her knees. She pushed up her glasses slightly, while touching the magic book with her hands.

Repeatedly gesticulating something.

Not far away, the priestess lowered her head and muttered something. She suddenly stopped, raised her head, and looked at the musketeers, archers and swordsmen digging a hole at the other end of the cave, and then continuously transported sand to another cave for burial.

Get up. The interlaced shadows of several people move on the wall.

It was at this moment that everyone's communication crystals lit up at the same time.

The dark red light only appeared in the darkness for a moment, and then quickly dimmed again.

Everyone lowered their heads in unison and took a look. They simultaneously turned their gazes and looked at Fang Lung. Fang Lung was unplugging the tube inserted into his magic furnace by the construct in front of him without saying a word, and gently pulled it.

He put on his goggles and took a final look around.

At the same time, I silently went over my plan in my mind.

He then looked at the others. "Are you ready?" Fang Yu's tone was very calm, like the flat light of a lighting crystal, with almost no twists and turns. But in fact, he was not calm in his heart. Just a few months ago, they and Ta

An elite group in Polis was almost wiped out in Dolifen. In the end, they relied on a little luck and relied on the Ring of Golden Flame to successfully resolve the incident.

At that time, the Dragon Worship Cult was in contact with the Dragon Fire Guild behind the scenes and the person who planned this incident should be this guy codenamed 'Messenger'. It can even be said that this person played a decisive role in that plan.

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Therefore, Fang Yu still had this person fresh in his mind and felt deeply fearful.

He did meet the opponent once under the Great Temple, but he did not actually fight because the opponent was unlucky and died at the hands of Nicol Bolas. However, this did not mean that the opponent was easy to deal with.

The situation at that time can also be easily replicated, because after all, he cannot compare with the shadow of Nicol Bolas in Dolifen's illusion.

In the face of absolute strength, there is no way to escape conspiracies and tricks, but he does not have absolute strength either.

Not only that, but now the opponent's level is higher than him, level 25, which is ten levels higher than him, and maybe he also has boss attributes.

In Aitaria, not every high-level character can be called a boss. What distinguishes true lord-level characters from other characters is actually their power template.

This is somewhat similar to the sacrifice on Fang Plover. There are many sources of power from higher beings in Aitaria. For example, if this person is really a lord template, most of his power comes from the Dragon Worship Cult.

The dark saints and evil gods will give some benefits to their high-level followers, while strengthening their power and tempting these people to further degenerate.

Of course, for dragon worshipers, this power can also come from the dark dragon, or even directly from Nicol Bolas. But no matter which one, it can only show how powerful the other party is.

So how dare Fang Plover take it lightly?

The reason why he chose to take action was because he could see the possibility of success, but after all, it was only a possibility, not an absolute. The decision was made by man, and the success was decided by God, so Fang Yu could not help but feel uneasy.

It's just rare that he didn't show this anxiety externally.

Therefore, everyone could only see an expressionless lower half of the face. Most of them were already aware of the situation outside and were not confident, but at least they had the courage and nodded silently.

"Then just stick to the plan."

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Under the instructions of the 'Messenger', Shankok took the communication crystal off Xiaopang's neck like a grain of sand, threw it into the snow with a crack, and the 'Messenger' stepped on it and crushed it.

smash.

Dark red light flickered on the fragments of the crystal pendant.

He glanced down, then raised his head to look at the little fat man who was lifted up by Shankok's calf. The latter's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was dangling upside down in the air. The troll was using his long and pointed ugly nose.

Sniffing around on him, he looked salivating and greedy.

However, before receiving the order from his 'master', the giant monster still behaved with a low eyebrow and did not dare to do anything out of line.

"Who are you communicating with?"

The messenger asked coldly.

The little fat man didn't dare to answer, but looked at the youth leader guiltily.

The messenger followed his gaze and believed it. He sneered, these chosen ones thought they were so clever at their little tricks, but unfortunately he knew them even better than these people themselves.

Unlike those old antiques, he has dealt with these people too much and even has some information about the other person's world. What's more, these people are actually not too wary about this. They are very cautious about themselves.

The world seems to have an inexplicable sense of superiority.

"... Self-righteousness, a kind of inexplicable arrogance." He thought to himself, "These people don't understand the true meaning of power at all, and they don't even understand what eternity is. The Chosen One seems to be just like this..."

However, the fat man still had some effect. He signaled Shankok to put him down to prevent the annoying little fat man from dying of brain congestion.

He didn't care if someone died, but it was not worth losing a useful tool.

He looked in the direction of the forest.

The sun was not high enough to be seen in the gloomy leaden sky, and the sky was getting darker little by little, probably around seven o'clock. The fir forest was sinking into twilight, and the bleak darkness made him feel confused.

The necromancer couldn't help but shudder.

He frowned.

Unlike these people, he knew that there were some weird things under this dark woodland. Although he came here just for that thing, he was not willing to face those things at night regardless of whether the moonlight could shine through or not.

Clouds, on a full moon night, those things will become truly terrifying after absorbing the power of dragon blood.

Time is running out and he must leave the valley before the moon rises.

But he didn't show any signs of impatience. He just gently put down the skull stick in his hand and pointed at one of them. "Go in and take a look."

The man didn't even look at him and turned his head away. But the 'Messenger' swung his staff and shot out a black light that hit the man, knocking him away. He rolled away in the snow and made no sound at all.

"I said, I don't want useless trash."

He said coldly and pointed the staff in his hand at the other person.

The person was a female magician in her early twenties. She was so frightened that she could hardly speak. The 'messenger' frowned, but suddenly, a person stood up next to the female magician and spoke.

: "I'll go on her behalf."

The 'messenger' glanced at the other person, not caring about his identity or occupation. He was a little confused by this boring feeling, but nodded noncommittally.

He only cares about whether anyone will go.

It doesn't matter who it is.

As he said, it doesn't really matter whether you want to kill these people or not, it's just that others hate the exchange.

Because exchange is also a kind of concession

With a gentle wave of his hand, he made the two skeletons crawl out from under the snow and follow the man into the mine. Although he used these people as bait, it did not mean that he trusted these people.

The only things a necromancer truly trusts are his own undead creatures.

Inside the mine.

The Musketeer was hiding alone in the darkness.

He held the sword a little nervously and carefully looked at his hiding place. It was actually just a depression between two clusters of quartz pillars. After the light of the illuminating crystal was extinguished, only darkness remained.

He gently touched the cold crystal surface with his hand, and a slight sting made him retract his hand involuntarily.

In the darkness in the distance, the rhythmic sound of dripping water could be heard.

He glanced in that direction and knew clearly that his companion should be hiding behind it, but he couldn't see where.

It was pitch black in the mine, and he couldn't see his fingers. The only thing he could see was a line of blue numbers in the system, which clearly described his current state.

His heartbeat once reached over 120, and his blood flow was also accelerating. He was so nervous that his forehead almost felt a little tight.

He didn't know how long it took, but it seemed like a century. The hilt of the sword in his hand was almost sweaty due to the sub-zero temperature. It was at this time that he finally heard a rustling sound coming from in front of him.

The pace was very slow, but the Musketeer listened for a while before confirming that he was not hallucinating.

He couldn't help but think of what the 'senior adventurer' told him:

"Remember, if you see one of your own coming in, wave to him, but don't speak."

"Then exit to the rear and left."

"Before my countdown ends, return to the previous cave."

But what if the person who comes in is not one of your own?

The Musketeer couldn't help but think about this problem.

A dim light came from the front, which should be the light of the illuminating crystal. The musketeer's heart jumped suddenly. The undead did not need to be illuminated. The person who came was really one of his own, or it could be the necromancer himself.

But even he didn't believe that the undead wizard would be so careless.

The light turned in this direction, and the face reflected behind it was Ruth, the Iron Guard of the regiment. Because he had a crush on Miss Sorcerer, who was three years older than him in the regiment, he was laughed at by them for a long time.

But the Musketeer couldn't laugh at all now. He didn't know if there were any undead following the light, but when he thought of the words of the 'senior adventurer', he couldn't help but take a step forward.

Ruth had a calm face, holding the crystal and walking forward. In fact, it was not impossible for him to take advantage of the opportunity to escape, and the leader would probably not blame him, but when he thought that the lady he liked was still in the other party's hands, he

Undecided.

Besides, the skeleton behind him was probably sent to monitor him.
To be continued...