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 quartz column of poor quality. On the top of the mine tunnel, a layer of water is seeping 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 and made repeated gestures on the magic book with her hands.
Not far away, the priestess lowered her head and muttered something. She suddenly stopped, raised her head, and watched the musketeers, archers, and swordsmen digging a hole at the other end of the cave, and then continuously transporting sand to another cave to bury it. The interlaced shadows of several people moved 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 and glanced in unison - coming, they simultaneously turned their gazes and looked at Fang Plover. Without saying a word, Fang Yu unplugged the tube inserted into his magic stove by the construct in front of him, gently pulled up his goggles, and took one last look around.
At the same time, I silently went over my plan in my mind.
Then he looked at the others. "Are you ready?" Fang Yu's tone was very calm, like the light of a lighting crystal, with almost no twists and turns. But he was actually not at peace in his heart. Just a few months ago, they and an elite group from Tapolis were almost wiped out in Dolifen. In the end, they relied on a bit of luck - relying on the Ring of Golden Flame to successfully solve the problem. That incident.
At that time, the person who contacted the Dragon Fire Guild behind the scenes and planned this incident should be this guy code-named 'Messenger'. It can even be said that this person played a decisive role in that plan. .
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 they did not actually fight because the opponent was unlucky and died at the hands of Nicol Bolas. However, this does not mean that the opponent is easy to deal with. He can also easily copy the situation at that time, 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 conspiracy, but he does not have absolute strength.
Not only that, but now the opponent's level is higher than him, level 25, which is a full 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 sacrifices on Fang Plover. There are many sources of power from higher existences in Aitalia - for example, if this person is really a lord template, most of his power comes from the Dragon Worshiping Temple. The Dark Saints who believe in the evil gods will give some benefits to their high-level followers, while strengthening their power and tempting these people to fall further.
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 the strength of the other party.
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, that was only a possibility, not an absolute. It's up to people to plan things, but it's up to heaven to make things happen, so Fang Pultru can't help but feel uneasy in his heart.
It's just rare that he didn't show this anxiety externally.
Therefore, everyone could only see the expressionless lower half of his face. Several people were almost aware of the situation outside. They were not confident, but at least they had the courage and nodded silently.
"Then let's proceed as planned——"
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Under the instructions of the 'Messenger', Shankok took the communication crystal off Xiaopang's neck like a grain of sand and threw it into the snow - with a crack, the 'Messenger' stepped on it and crushed it. Got a 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 had been 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 sniffing him with its pointed and long ugly nose, looking salivating and greedy.
However, until he received the order from his 'master', the giant monster still behaved with a low eyebrow and did not dare to go out of his way in the slightest.
"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 - he even has a lot of information about some things about the other person's world. What's more, these people actually don't have much vigilance about this. They seem to have an inexplicable sense of superiority towards their own world.
"... 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 losing a useful tool was not worth it.
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 darkening little by little. It should have been a moment after seven o'clock. The fir forest was sinking into dusk, and the bleak darkness made even a necromancer like him shiver.
He frowned.
Unlike these men, he knew there was something strange beneath the dark woodland. Although he came here just for that thing, he was unwilling to face those things at night - no matter whether the moonlight could penetrate the clouds or not, on a full moon night, those things absorbed the power of dragon blood. That’s when it gets really scary.
Time was running out and he had to leave the valley before the moon rose.
But he didn't show any signs of impatience. He just gently put down the skull staff in his hand and pointed at one of them. "You go in and take a look."
The man and the bird didn't look down on him and said goodbye. 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 at the other person.
The person was a female wizard 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 wizard and said, "I will 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.
All he cares about is whether anyone goes.
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 caused the two skeletons to 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 the undead wizard 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 involuntarily retract his hand.
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 had been, 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 ahead.
The pace was slow, but the Musketeer listened for a moment 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 question.
A dim light came from the front, which should be the light illuminating the crystal. The musketeer's heart skipped a beat. The undead did not need to be illuminated. The person who came was really one of his own - of course, it could also 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 a face was reflected behind it - it was Ruth, the Iron Guard of the regiment. Because he had a secret crush on Miss Sorcerer, who was three years older than him in the regiment, he was laughed at by them for a while.
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 could not make up his mind.
Besides, the skeleton behind him was probably sent to monitor him.
It was at this time that the light of the lighting crystal in his hand suddenly reflected a figure. Russ was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was the musketeer in the regiment. The latter had a pale face under the light of the crystal and waved to him.
He was shocked. Didn't Fatty say that several of them had died in the cave? Wasn't he the only one to escape?
But the Musketeer only dodged under the light of the crystal and disappeared behind the cave there.
He thought he had seen it wrong, and couldn't help but quicken his pace to catch up - but at this time, he heard a soft chant: "Darkness -"
A dark ray was hitting the lighting crystal in his hand.
Dark magic.
Russ's natural instinct as an iron guard reacted to this priest's magic, and the crystal in his hand flashed slightly, as if covered with a curtain, completely darkened. But before everything fell into darkness, he had already held a shield in one hand and turned towards the direction of the black ray, guarding against a sudden attack.
But a pair of hands stretched out from behind him and pulled him back.
Russ was shocked. He didn't expect that there was someone behind him - but the attacker didn't seem to be an undead. The hand covering his face was obviously warm, and it felt like the arms of a living person.
He was about to struggle when he heard a familiar voice: "Don't move, it's me, Ruth!"
He is the swordsman of the little fat team.
Their team was not big, everyone knew each other well, and Ruth recognized the voice immediately. He was about to ask something, but the man shook his head at him in the darkness and pulled him to one side.
Then he whispered to him: "Did you bring the communication crystal?"
Ruth nodded.
"Take it off and give it to me."
"Wait, why?"
"In case."
The swordsman of the Guards replied in a low voice.
At the same time, what he remembered was what the 'senior adventurer' said to them: "No matter who comes in, first remove his communication crystal."
Russ thought for a moment and chose to believe his companion, although so far, this matter seemed strange. However, he could also see that Xiaopang was not telling the truth. They seemed to have thoughts about the undead wizard.
He watched as the guard swordsman took off his communication crystal, threw it on the ground, and then cut it in half with a sword.
The guard swordsman raised his head and looked at him, reminding: "Quick, scream -"
"What?"
"Scream." The guard swordsman said to him seriously.
Ruth glanced back a little at a loss.
The direction he entered the cave from before was actually a corner - and as soon as the light of the lighting crystal disappeared, the two skeletons behind him immediately fell into darkness.
It was just that the darkness had no effect on them. The two skeletons paused for a moment, then quickened their pace and chased after them. Then they heard a shrill scream coming from the front.
Of course - if they can actually hear it.
But Fang Yu believed that at least the people behind him heard it.
As soon as the two skeletons passed the corner, the clockwork fairy suspended in the darkness there made an inaudible click, and the built-in video crystal followed the two skeletons from left to right.
Fang Lu was watching this scene through the built-in lens of his goggles, and gently raised the metal glove on his right hand.
In the darkness, two flat flexible structures with eight legs spread out and crawling on the ground suddenly slowly rose up. A spherical device above them bounced up, opening an invisible force field.
The gravity field fell out of thin air.
The two skeletons stopped together and couldn't move anymore. To the outside summons, it felt like the summoned creature suddenly lost control.
But that's not all yet -
Fang Yu raised his left hand again, and two flexible structures like wasps fell from the ceiling, quietly dropping a suspended bomb. About half a second later, there was a soft cry in the darkness, and the next moment, a dazzling white light burst out...
Fang Plover closed his eyes as expected.
"Kita, now."
Miss Naturalist opened the magic book, also closed her eyes, estimated the position in her mind, and blindly pointed forward with her right hand: "Thorns——"
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The 'Messenger' suddenly let out a muffled groan.
He opened his eyes suddenly, unable to hold back the tears.
The last scene he saw was a white light that almost blinded him. After a while, he stabilized his emotions, held the skull staff, and took two steps back gently.
Everything happened so fast.
After that corner, the man seemed to disappear. He naturally heard the scream, but in an instant he lost control of his skeleton, and then there was a white light.
Did the other party take away his control over the undead creatures?
The 'Messenger' was a little suspicious. In the end, it was magic power backlash, but was it a little too light? He lowered his head and glanced at the crystal in his hand. The communication crystal bound to the communication crystal in the 'tool' hand had already been torn apart in his palm and turned into a piece of powder.
This is a bit like the backlash of magic power.
He couldn't help but fall silent.
If there was really that lich in the mine, he could do all this very easily, but since he dared to come for it, he would naturally not be afraid of the opponent's methods.
Just do you want to go in?
It seems that these wastes are not enough to force the other party to show up, he thought to himself. But if you want to enter the mine, you have to give up Shankok. After all, with the troll's size, he can't get under the mine tunnel.
The 'Messenger' only thought for a moment.
Then he raised his head, looked coldly at the female mage lying on the ground, and ordered to his black swordsman: "That loser is dead, kill her."
Before anyone else could react, the skeleton swordsman had raised his sword and dropped it. The latter's body and head were immediately separated, and he died.
The callous actions of the 'messenger' almost made the chosen ones go berserk.
Unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, his anger has no effect.
The latter only glanced at these people, then turned and walked forward.
Within the mine.
The priestess was picking up a broken crystal from the remains of two skeletons. She raised her head and handed the crystal fragment to Fang Plover with some surprise.
"It's really a twin crystal."
"That person implanted the transmission mark into Ruth's communication crystal, and then used the twin crystals to transmit the situation of the cave."
Fang Yu took the crystal without any surprise on his face.
"This is normal. The necromancer is different from the combat craftsman. The undead cannot transmit information unlimitedly within a range like a flexible structure. If the necromancer wants to sense the environment by summoning the undead, it must first be free of obstacles."
"This is especially difficult to do in a cave environment."
"So they usually use other means to make up for it, and the twin crystal is one of them. However, this crystal, like the Clockwork Goblin's video crystal, needs to be constantly replenished with magic power. So the undead alone cannot carry it, but borrowing There will be no problem with the Chosen One’s magic furnace——"
Russ looked at the communication crystal that was split in half and listened to other people's descriptions, and then he understood what happened.
He couldn't help but ask: "But how did you know that person would do this?"
Fang Yu shook his head.
Of course he won't say that he has actually dealt with the other party——
And with the usual style of the 'messenger' who likes to hide behind the scenes, he will probably make good use of the 'tools' around him - these chosen ones.
What's more, most cult members are suspicious by nature - because most of the people who are not suspicious have also been guillotined. Such people will not simply believe what the little fat man says, even if it seems reasonable.
Therefore temptation is an inevitable choice.
"Then what should we do next?" Archer asked.
Most of the others also looked at Fang Plover.
Now they really had no doubt that Fang Plover was a senior person sent by the Adventurer Association.
Among all the people, Jita was probably the only one who was snickering secretly, a little amused by her captain's disguise.
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