"Excuse me, is Dorington Hammer here?"
Because Mo Jian and Mo Yan had other important matters, under the guidance of another dungeon resident, magenta and shu passed through the secret door on the 30th floor and arrived at the gathering place of the Hammer Clan. In the vast space, there is much more dryness and heat than in other places, and the sound of forging iron can be heard everywhere. Based on common sense, there should also be a considerable number of forging furnaces. After all, this is the land of the dwarves. And along the way, magenta still didn't change her flaws, still hiding behind shus, carefully observing the surroundings.
The group accepted the guidance of the young dwarves and found their leader, their clan leader - Dorrington Hammer.
Time has left profound marks on the face of the old dwarf, but the unwavering spirit can also be seen from the bearded face of the old dwarf. Holding a battle axe in his hand, the magic emanating from it can make anyone feel its strength. This is undoubtedly a rare masterpiece, as can be seen from the stunned gaze Magenta. A discerning professional rogues will not miss the opportunity to appreciate such a good thing. And the good personal habits Magenta prevent him from thinking about owning the battle axe, which is already worth it for him.
The battle axe drew a beautiful arc in the air and effortlessly plunged into the sleepers placed on the ground. The sound of "tuo!" frightened the professional rogues who was too addicted to his own world, pulling out his knife and facing others. Her teeth trembled, and magenta nervously looked at the old dwarf face to face.
"What are you doing with that small knife that can only kill rabbits? Put it away," the old dwarf stroked his long beard and shifted his gaze to the others. With the other hand, take out the pattern carried by shu from your pocket and hand it forward. "You guys are the ones looking for this man, right?"
Calm the magenta and help him retract the knife back into its sheath. shu took the pattern and respectfully responded. "Yes, do you have his whereabouts?" From the old dwarf's confidence and sense of vicissitudes, shu believed that the person in front of him, in terms of seniority and experience, was worthy of his respectful treatment.
"His body has been disposed of. If you want to retrieve his belongings, come with me."
Upon hearing such an answer, shu appeared somewhat helpless. Although I know that the result of breaking through the dungeon is nothing but death, or even a tragic death, I still have to deal with that young and beautiful employer. It was quite uncomfortable to have to convey such an answer to her, as the scene of fainting due to sadness vividly appeared in shu's mind.
Through the dim and hot corridor, the group arrived at the place where the dwarves specifically placed various collectibles. The mottled wooden staff, rusty spear, and missing shield all preserve a story, but now they are only piled up by the dwarves in infrequently used rooms. Dorrington picked up the booklet next to the door and approached a simple designed iron frame, facing the record. On the fourth shelf, there is a stable iron sword, a set of broken armor, and some scattered accessories. It is not difficult to guess from the bloodstained appearance on the relic that its owner experienced a fierce struggle during his lifetime.
"Do you want to take them all away, humans?"
"No, I just want to bring something with me. I remember there should be a magic necklace among his belongings," shu searched through the scattered accessories. The old dwarf lifted his toes and stretched his hand, then quickly found a necklace from the pile of accessories. "That's it, right?"
Taking the necklace, shu gazed intently at the part of the pendant. It is imaginable that the radiance of this necklace in the past is just another feeling given by the blood stained pendant. Dorington patted his hand on top of his clothes, trying to remove the dust from his hand. "According to our detection, that magic necklace can emit three to four magic missiles in one breath. However, the remaining magic is very weak now and is probably almost depleted."
Remove the dust from the necklace. shu took out a piece of cloth and carefully wrapped the necklace around it. Just as he was about to invite Pinyin to leave, he saw this professional rogues standing in front of other iron frames, picking up a shiny small knife. Others also noticed the movement Magenta.
"This is..."
"A talisman for seeking good fortune and avoiding evil," Dorington continued smoothly. "If you like it, take it. Anyway, the things here are either taken away by others or melted by us. We will cherish them more, only the weapons we make ourselves. For us, this is just a waste iron pile and material warehouse different from iron ore."
For the generosity of the dwarves, magenta showed a happy expression, but was soon replaced by confusion. "Why do you say this is just a talisman for seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune? The magic on this small knife is so powerful that even I can easily feel it. It shouldn't be an ordinary item, right?"
"That's right! Hmm~It's not easy to explain, I'll just prove it to you. Pull out the knife."
Following the dwarf's instructions, magenta drew the small knife from its sheath. At the moment of leaving the scabbard, the knife seemed to emit a cheer and hummed. Magenta gazed at the silver blade with a divine gaze. In his impression, this metallic luster is not possessed by ordinary steel. He dares to bet that there must be a lot of secret silver mixed in here, and even the whole body is made of secret silver.
The dwarf suddenly picked up a long sword that was completely different from his figure, and with a powerful strike, the sword struck a little spark on the ground. At the same time, the magic hidden within the knife also took action. It dragged professional rogues and fled to a safe place
"Basically, that knife will take the holder away from danger. But sometimes it can actually fall into other dangers. Although it will eventually escape, it cannot be used in combat. So, I said, it's just a talisman for seeking good luck and avoiding evil."
The old dwarf's words were not heard by magenta. He just screamed while being dragged around by a small knife. Seeing it from the nearby shu, he only said weakly, "Just give him the Flying Divine Sword like this, okay? Although this is also one of the purposes..."
"It's okay to see how happy he is playing. Compared to the knife that can only kill rabbits, this talisman may be more useful to him," the old dwarf said with a smile as he watched magenta run around, stroking his beard. "But as soon as an ordinary person is dragged away by the divine sword, their first reaction is to immediately let go. However, they are able to hold onto the divine sword tightly, which should be praised or laughed at."
shu beside him smiled weakly as he asked another question: "Why do there seem to be many magical items here that you don't take or use? Those non-metallic objects can't be melted and used, can they?"
"We only trust the attribute magic attached to the weapon. Think about it, you must deliver the battle to that unreliable illusory power, or a magical cat summoned out of thin air. I would rather believe that the dwarf's steam engine can propel a fortress. Like the magical missile necklace you took away, his owner did not take advantage of it. If he had a better set of armor or weapons, I believe there could be different results. For example, the weapon wrapped around your back is very interesting to me."
After listening to Dorington's explanation, shu also remembered the knowledge he had learned about dwarves in the past. This pragmatic nation has little interest in things they are not familiar with or good at. Rather than grilling opponents with fireballs, they prefer the feeling of smashing their opponents' heads with a hammer, perhaps due to the nature of dwarves. When it came to the things on his back, shu just laughed and avoided mentioning them.
Watching the funny appearance Magenta being dragged away by the divine knife, Dorington just stroked his beard and smiled. Then he noticed another strange thing and asked in reverse, "How do you know the name of that small knife is called the Flying Divine Blade?"
shu stuttered when asked a rhetorical question. "Hmm... that... at least I can be considered an experienced man."
Looking at the awkward expression on shu, the old dwarf just combed his long beard and smiled silently. Beside, magenta continued to scream and run.
When bidding farewell, I finally met the notorious Great Demon King again. It's just very peculiar. Even though he wears a stone mask and is still a transparent person, magenta and shu can actually feel his expression, which is a feeling of emptiness. In a faint sense, one can still see a sense of powerlessness with slightly collapsed shoulders and a hunchback, which may be the effect created by the cloak.
Looking back on the hasty one-sided encounter a few days ago, it's not surprising that he showed such a feeling. Perhaps as a leader of a dungeon, one's concern is not just to kill all the enemies who break into the dungeon.
Drive forward, shu bows and salutes. "Thank you very much for your help. Perhaps in the future, we can repay you."
The white gloves swayed in the air. "I got it, I got it. It's a small matter. We won't be polite when it's time to ask for it." He weakly spread out on the big bed in the center, with many beautiful women accompanying him. Two more people sat beside him, massaging the waist of the Great Demon King.
"Work, especially being a leader, is not an easy task," shu Xin thought. Greet the less unfamiliar and fearful magenta on the side, and move towards the direction of departure. And from behind came the voices of the Great Demon King and the group of women.
"Ah~I'm so tired. It's okay to handle things during the day, but I still have to accompany you at night. How about taking a break for a year or two occasionally? If this continues, my waist will collapse before my head."
"Do you think it's possible for us to agree?"
"But every time it's me who takes the initiative. Occasionally, it's up to you to do it yourself."
"That's so boring. If we weren't going to spend time with you, we might as well find other men."
"Is it okay to not demand so high, like A Da or A Er?"
"As a younger sister, of course, only the ones left by the sisters are picked up. What they don't want, of course we are happy to enjoy it. And it's only natural that a little bit? No? Keep it!"
"Ah~I don't want to be any bullshit demon king anymore."
"I can't help it."
It's better not to delve deeper into these conversation contents. shu sighed weakly and walked through the golden gate. Next to her, magenta asked curiously, "What were they just saying?"
"Children should not talk too much."
"Who is your child? My age is not much different from yours, is it? At most, I'm five years behind you."
"Have you ever hugged a woman?" shu leaned close to her rosy face. I saw the newly debuted professional rogues blushing and unsure how to answer. shu turned away and sneered. "Then you still don't admit to being a little green headed ghost."
Passing through the mirror corridor, taking steps towards the exit under the guidance of the residents of the underground city. shu took some time to ask, "Do you have any plans after receiving the bounty? Fuchsia. If there are no other urgent matters..."
Before the words could be finished, magenta interrupted shu's speech with a determined tone. "I'm going to find Sister Shenjing. I won't do anything else until I find her."
Scratching his head, shu didn't know how to answer the conversation. After thinking for a while, I finally approached from another angle. "Do you really think you have enough money on you before finding someone?"
"Save... just save some use..."
"Where do you plan to start?"
I don't know
I scratched my head again, but this time I grabbed it harder. shu tried to take a different breath. "Are you interested in walking together first? I have traveled on the mainland for six or seven years and made many friends. Maybe I can help."
The originally firm attitude has become somewhat hesitant. Magenta carefully considers various situations and also contemplates the existing situation. As someone who has just entered the world of adventure, having an experienced leader is a great thing, and besides, I really don't know where to start. "Well... then let me prioritize finding Sister Shenjing. If I receive any news and you can't help, I will also leave alone."
"Alright, alright."
"Night Demon Hero, Jina, do you have any new guests?" The leader walking ahead asked loudly to the six people who were approaching. One of the men responded with a relaxed tone. "Yes, they also want to see the Great Demon King. It's shu, you guys have to go."
shu smiled. "Yeah, we have other things to do, and besides, this kid needs to find someone else. If we don't help him find his Deep Jing sister, he doesn't even care about other people's affairs. I want to strangle this guy!"
Upon hearing this, the nearby magenta immediately hid in a far corner and peered at everyone. With a cunning expression on his face, shucai smiled and said, "Hey hey! You're joking, don't take it seriously."
"Well, don't give it away. Follow the slow road and be careful of the dog." A man in front of the group smiled and waved his hand.
The two sides passed by in a wrong direction, and shu stared at one of them with a meaningful smile. I turned around and didn't take a glance back.
The magenta who followed cautiously next to her felt a little puzzled. "Do you know them? shus."
"Didn't I mention that I have been traveling on the mainland for quite some time, and of course I know a lot about it? The group of people we just passed by were mercenaries, hunters, white wizards, and black wizards. After thinking about it, such a group, combined with the confidence they showed through their rigorous training, only has one team on the mainland."
"Who is it?"
"Mercenary Ansia and his companions' deeds are definitely not unfamiliar to the ears of the veterans."
"That's right." Magenta turned back thoughtfully, looking deep into the pitch black channel. Seeing the action Magenta, shu just smiled. "Don't worry, we'll meet again in the future. Sooner or later..."
Leaving meaningless words, shu didn't say much, and the magenta didn't have the habit of asking more questions. The two of them smoothly left the underground city, which was rumored to be extremely dangerous.
It has been three days since I left the dungeon, and finally I have seen the village again. The earthly feeling returns to the body Magenta and shus. Cowardly... no! It should be said that the curious and cautious professional rogues still looks around, as if he wants to firmly imprint every scene and object into his mind.
In the early winter season, the cold air envelops the entire earth. The sounds of humans and animals echoed in twos and threes, and there were no decent shops or hotels in the small village. shu is planning to kill the next town directly; Or take out a few copper coins and exchange them for some food and a warm place to rest in a private house. In fact, for him, both dry food and water are sufficient, and making either choice doesn't make much difference. It mainly depends on the professional rogues around him. Can professional rogues who have just entered the adventure world adapt to such a climate?
"Aisi~Aisi! It's here!"
Upon hearing a familiar cry, shu turned its head and looked around. Following the gaze of the professional rogues who had already noticed the shouting, shu saw a woman wearing a red robe. She was not a very glamorous woman holding a wooden staff, and her face was somewhat thin, but her glowing eyes seemed to be able to inhale everything in the world. Seeing an old friend's shu, his mouth curved slightly and he smiled lightly. "Misha Ge, it's you. Why wander around alone? It's dangerous for a mage to play alone, isn't it?"
He ran over panting heavily, his hand resting on the shoulder of shu. "I'm here specifically to wait for you."
Instead, it was a professional rogues on the side, looking at shu with a skeptical expression. "She... is calling you Aisi, right?"
"That's another name for me. Just call me 'shu' or if you like another name, I don't mind."
Watching the professional rogues feel confused by what was happening before him, Misago smiled and extended a hand. "Mei Sha Ge, or you can call me Zhuan Jiu."
"Don't always like to call people's numbers, it will develop bad habits." shu complained on the side, but Misha Ge half stuck out her tongue, squinted her eyes, and ignored with a smile. When she realized that the professional rogues had not responded yet, she turned around and saw a young man with straight eyes staring at his body under his robe. Very impolitely, he changed his palm to punch and struck a punch at the head Magenta. "Remember next time, it's impolite to stare at the lady like this."
The self proclaimed innocent professional rogues held his head and murmured a complaint. The smile on Misago's face immediately collapsed. "shu, help me catch this kid."
"What are you doing?" Although holding onto the question, shu still neatly embraced the magenta. No matter how professional rogues struggle and make noise, shu's attention is still on Meishage, who is searching around.
"Black Pearl and Sunflower, Black Pearl and Sunflower, found! The spell is..." Misago closed her eyes lightly and murmured softly.
"What spell are you going to cast?" shu asked tentatively. Meishage quickly replied, "Ice cone technique."
"I remember that wasn't a piercing attack?"
"That's right!"
"What about me?"
"Just grab him!"
"Stop making trouble," shu said and released the professional rogues in its hand. After listening to all the conversations between the two, the magenta quickly escaped into the distant woods to peek.
At the insistence of Meishage, the group obtained a temporary resting place and a sumptuous dinner in the village's homestead at the cost of a silver coin.
The cold wind blows at night, and the breath of winter blows across the entire earth. Misago sat by the fireplace, with her cane leaning against her. By the glow of the fireplace, she was reading a book with blue and silver letters. Flames occasionally dance with the cold wind breaking into the house, and the flickering colors add a unique flavor to Misha Ge.
The owners of the house have returned to their respective rooms, and the living room is the temporary resting place for the guests.
Watching Meishage staring straight at the book and reciting the mantra, the magenta rose slightly in curiosity. He stretched his neck, intending to sneak a peek at the so-called spell book, but in exchange for Misaga's angry gaze, which made the timid professional rogues shrink back. He hesitated for a while before asking, "How can your wizard make progress just by reading the spell book?"
With a grunt like protest, Misago looked displeased at the magenta. "Don't think that our wizards from the Western system are inferior to those from the Northern system! Every time we use a spell, not only do we consume various herbs, but the spell will also disappear from our minds. Therefore, we must spend some time reciting the spell every day, but it can be exchanged for stronger power. The benefits of this are not something that those who only summon elves to help can know!"
"Is there any difference..."
"Of course, it's much worse! Magicians rely solely on prayer and the power of the elf contract; we wizards rely on the faith of gods and our own strength. We must spend a lot of time researching and learning, no matter how much we compare, mages are more powerful! Even if we react on the spot, a mage is stronger than a wizard."
The magenta expression revealed more question marks, and the silent shu on the side finally spoke up. "Don't pay attention to her so much. The elimination rate of becoming a wizard is much higher than that of becoming a wizard, which is completely unfair. Moreover, the two major systems of the West and the North have been mutually exclusive for thousands of years, and a magical war has erupted as a result. It is normal for you to hear this from Mishak's mouth. If you are listening to what the wizard said, then everything is different."
"Aisi! How could you say that!" This sentence was like a signal at the beginning, and Mishak kept talking about how strong the mage was and how bad the wizard was. The magenta slowly approached shu to avoid triggering a reaction from Misha Ge and asked, "Which one is stronger?"
Leaning against a rattan chair, pillow your head up. After thinking for a moment, shu asked in reverse, "Do you think knife killing is more painful, or sword killing is more painful?"
"It's not much difference, is it?" Magenta answered intuitively, but felt puzzled by shu's question. shu nodded in agreement. "That's right. Regardless of whether it's a knife or a sword, the weapon that can kill is a good one. No matter how its magic is used, it can create the desired effect, and the enemy that can attack the target is a good one. Just as a celebrity once said: 'No matter whether it's a black or white cat, the only thing that can catch mice is a good cat.'"
After accepting the argument of shu, magenta glanced at Misha Ge in the speech and asked very quietly, "Are mages all so noisy?"
Being fluent in speech is one of the necessary conditions for a mage.
If a spell that is more similar to speech is pronounced incorrectly, there is a possibility of fatal consequences, so one cannot speak clearly. It's just a matter of whether they are willing to talk nonsense or not. In fact, from this perspective, mages are more difficult to deal with than wizards. Fortunately, there are not many people who can become formal mages
"So... is Misago very powerful?"
"Don't be her enemy, it will give you a headache," said shu with deep feelings. "In fact, what belongs to orthodoxy is that only a group of people with small noses and small eyes like to haggle over it. What's there to argue about? After all, it's impossible to determine the possibility of one's own existence, from the perspective of leading fake learning."
"Aisi! What are you saying?"
"You heard me wrong, big sister."
shu that bounced up from the rattan chair watched helplessly as garlic, mandrake roots, and spider silk turned into flying powder in the air. Misago's powerful voice pronounced the correct spell. shu didn't even have time to shout out loud, and he was frozen in place. The most tragic thing should still be magenta, being innocently implicated together.
The two of them looked at the wizard with a fierce face and walked over, clenching their fists. The most helpless thing is that I can't even shout a mournful cry.