Perhaps Berti's followers fear the Paladins. After experiencing the battle of the dead in Four Leaf City, the dwarves understood that the Veniwas people never forgot the massacre that year. They are both victims and fear-mongers. In Quillen's subconscious, there is no mysterious person who is more powerful and irresistible than the Holy Knights. The knights in silver armor are even more evil.
Painter stared at Quillen's body, never expecting that the werewolf would end up like this. Quillen is a wise and cunning werewolf who, to be honest, is almost completely different from his kind. Recklessly extending your claws when facing an irresistible force will lead to death. The only way to survive is to show the value of your surrender and be submissive. In fact, he did everything.
But if the messenger doesn't need it, his efforts will be useless. What's more, Painter could still tell that the young man was in a bad mood. He could obviously use his mysterious crushing power to make the werewolf reveal the truth, but he had to turn invisible and speak with his fists first.
The cold wind was biting, and the sympathy that arose in the dwarf's heart turned into schadenfreude. This is what you two little bastards deserve, or I'll beat you up too.
"The priest of Gaia told me that lies told by a wolf's kiss are as common as a poisonous snake spitting out venom. It is often only before death that people realize that they have been deceived for a long time." He took half a step back and stepped on a boot. Coagulated blood residue. The guts of a beast, the guts of a werewolf.
"Still, I'd like to know where the loopholes lie. Please be specific. It might make me smarter."
The short-billed black crows fluttered their wings and landed. Their dull brains prevented them from feeling the bloody smell surrounding the messenger. It's always snowing in the Morris Mountains, and now it's snowing harder. The adventurers—Jet was still stunned, while Goldenbeard Kaixi had a complicated expression. The dwarf never quite understands the emotions shown in the latter's expression, which is the same as why he doesn't understand the fun of dyeing his beard.
"The treasure is in the mountains, where the source of the Black Moon River is. This river leads to the moon -"
"Isn't that a legend?"
"The treasure is also a legend."
There is nothing wrong with this at all. Painter thought again of York, who were also in the mountains. "Then we'll go as planned."
The messenger threw away the short knife, "Soon the Holy Knights will enter the mountains. Without the golden cup and the mark of the Broken Moon, they will gain nothing, and eventually they will get their idea on our heads."
"We're not afraid of them," Painter said. He was even a little excited. Paladins aren't scary, and I'm not a Venetian.
"I want to find someone," the messenger warned, "but the chips are not enough."
"Then let's look for the treasure first." The werewolf's body was still in front of him, and the dwarf immediately changed his mind without thinking.
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Uriel walked towards a corner, behind which was what Mimi called the "Devil's Nest". The little werewolf followed him reluctantly, a pair of wolf ears standing on his head warily.
The tunnel began to become narrower, but there was still plenty of air. The apprentice saw strange colors appearing on the stone walls on both sides, some crystals full of impurities, and fragments of unknown minerals. This is the most unforgettable part of this journey to the center of the earth: the abrupt highlands and steep slopes, the winding corridors and narrow gaps. Compared to such a weird terrain, even the gravity-shifted pits were nothing.
The stone walls on the upper and lower sides of the body are also changing. Sometimes it's normal minerals - Memie's been here too. The little gray wolf told the apprentice that some of them were gems and some were mysterious minerals. He boasted of his intimate knowledge of these treasures of nature and the mountains. When they saw a large piece of crystal-clear, glass-like beautiful ore embedded deep in the mountain wall, Meimi was very proud to give Uriel a question, asking him to guess whether it was crystal or diamond.
The apprentice replied that it was the Smiley Face Mine.
"You actually know it?" Maymie Graypaw screamed in disbelief. "How do you know it?" he was desperately frustrated.
"It's no big deal," York said proudly. "Every adventurer knows that."
The premise is that they have a dwarf as a companion and an apprentice in their belly. When he thought of Painter, he couldn't help but think of Joey. He forced himself to quickly plunge into the adventure and new scenery at his feet, leaving the possible punishment behind.
Of course, if he knew the torture suffered by the leader of the Wheel Gang, Quillen, he might reconsider.
Sometimes, the top of the head is psychedelic colors. They seemed to be able to see the moon in the night sky directly through the rocks and sand.
They seem to be walking on the boundary between dreams and reality, and the various bizarre scenery make the monotonous rocks full of novelty and interest. Uriel didn't know how long they had been gone. Gradually, the height of the passage did not change, but the width seemed to test the figure. If the adventurer was wearing armor, it would be impossible to pass.
Soon they came to a corner, and Meimi didn't want to go any further. York has drilled through. He thought, I won't be timid either.
Uriel did not hesitate any longer. He tried his best to pass through the gap, and when he saw the scene behind him, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation of surprise.
It was a group of towering ancient castles.
The space at the end is extremely vast, as if you are on the ground. The top of the head is no longer a rocky wall, but a clear blue sky. The ground is paved with bricks and stones and overgrown with vines. They stood on a high platform, with a cave behind them and a cliff a few steps away.
Mysterious city——
"Is this the Devil's Nest?" York was also dazzled. "I suppose you must not have been baptized in church."
Meimi mumbled something unknown, her claws seemed to have nowhere to rest. He stared at a raised platform protruding from the top of a round tower, revealing a pair of fangs.
"Are you going to go on like this?" He was still making his last effort. "Get out of here, get out of here, I'm begging you."
Uriel did not feel any fluctuations in magic power. He said tactfully: "This does not look like the Devil's Nest." But it is also not the source of the river as imagined.
"It's you who don't understand."
"In fact, it's unlikely there's even a living thing here," the apprentice said, "and there's a reason why we have to go inside."
Meimi quieted down. "What reason?"
But York pulled the apprentice and spun him around half a circle. "Man, are you crazy?"
There was a strange emotion on his face, and Uriel couldn't find anything in such a special undertone, but he immediately understood that he had let something slip.
I shouldn't have told him. Facing the condemning look from York, Uriel couldn't help but regret it. But Meimi definitely has nothing to do with the Wheel Gang, so telling the news about the treasure is no big deal.
"It's always inconvenient to hide it from him."
"We have enough trouble with this guy."
"But without us, Meimi wouldn't even have a chance to go out. As long as he follows, he will have to know our purpose sooner or later, right?"
"Lucia!" the orange-faced man lamented, "When I brought this hateful little wolf with me, why didn't I think of giving him a share of the treasure?"
"Treasure?" Meimi's eyes widened.
I wanted to find some excuse to fool him, but in the end it was you who said it first. Uriel couldn't help but curse.
If I lie again at this time, I'm afraid the scroll of oath will jump out and hit me on the head. "There is an elven treasure buried under the Angmar tunnels." The apprentice said, "We are adventurers, and adventurers must find it. We will give you a part of it to show fairness."
After he explained everything clearly from beginning to end, the little gray wolf somersaulted excitedly on the ground. He almost fell off the edge of the cliff. Finally he calmed down a little, and Meimi's eyes rolled again, "How much will you give me?"
"one third."
"Divide it into three parts? If it is gold coins, it will be difficult to separate them."
"It's not easy, but fair enough." Uriel replied, "We have followers of Lucia here."
York also said: "That's right. The two of us are together, and you will only suffer a loss if you use other methods."
"Yes, yes. That's fair." The little werewolf nodded, "But I have a better idea."
"Tell me about it." Uriel was a little curious, and York didn't object.
"First divide it into two parts, one for each of you." Meimi said, "The two parts will be easy to separate."
The apprentice was a little confused. "Then you don't want anything? Don't worry, we will definitely take you out."
"I don't really want the treasure. But he believes in the goddess. Let's respect other people's beliefs."
Uriel felt very ridiculous when he heard these words. He didn't need the Oath Scroll to know that Meimi was talking nonsense. "Then what do you want?"
"For the sake of fairness, you can share half of the treasure with me. It's convenient and fast, and everyone is happy, right?"
"..."
God bless Gaia, this stupid wolf is really constantly pushing the limits of my understanding of stupidity and smart-alecky. Uriel almost slipped and fell into the cave behind him. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
The farce ends with a glove from the adventurer. He threatened to cover the little gray wolf's greedy mouth to see if the tongue inside would get used to something other than lies, like aconite juice.
Meimi seemed wronged. "But I heard that Lucia's followers don't even know how to do arithmetic." There was no hint of respect for Lucia in his words.
"Nonsense." York was so angry that he wanted to laugh. "We're not at all. Who told you that?"
"When I went to Lucia's church, I saw the priest there selling the same indulgence to the same person twice."
"The indulgences all look the same, you fool."
"It's different." Little Bad Wolf insisted, "I'm sure it's the same one. The numbers written on the back are the same." The numbers on the indulgences are not the same.
"Then you need to eat more carrots." The adventurer immediately ended the topic. "Forget about fair distribution, let's find the treasure first. I hope it's not gold coins." He let go of Meimi.
This is undoubtedly a relic. There is a stone road to the bottom of the cliff, with bare sharp stones on both sides first, and then elegant palace bonsai - still made of stone. Apart from the solid stone carvings, there is probably not much decoration left here. Uriel walked along the path to the foot of the castle, still confirming it over and over in his mind. He was very hesitant to use magic to find out, until an armor jumped out from behind the city gate and he made up his mind.
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