() The mage had nothing to do and didn't care about the life or death of his companions. He first spotted the caravan and the mountain master standing in the middle of the road.

His narrow eyes narrowed, and the mage's sharp and mean voice sounded: "Why is it that wanted criminal again?"

The heavily armored warrior paused and ignored the mage.

Not getting the expected response, the mage felt that he was losing face, so he raised his voice and continued: "Does he want to laugh at us on purpose? Just kill him." He tried to make his voice full of aristocratic arrogance, but it was like the roadside.

The pheasant put on the yellow robe and was not like the queen mother. The mage only received a reluctant response from the little priest.

Seeing another group of humans appear, Old Martin felt a little dizzy. He held onto the ground beetle, and the cold carapace made Old Martin wake up a little. He suddenly realized, should he go back to the countryside?

The heavily armored soldier frowned, as if he didn't want to talk to Master Shan, and raised his visor, revealing a vicissitudes of life, a middle-aged face with a big red beard.

Glancing at the ranger who was about to lose his breath, the heavily armored warrior sighed helplessly: "Hitch a ride, we have to rush back to the 'Black Pearl' immediately." As he said that, he raised his hand and threw it, and a gold coin traced an arc and fell.

On old Martin.

Seeing the gold coin, Old Martin's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his hand to catch it with great flexibility. He put it in his mouth and bit it lightly. When he raised his head again, the fear on his face was completely replaced by a warm smile, "Please take a seat, we will be there soon."

Let's set off." The unique taste of gold coins echoed in his mouth, which was more effective than any sedative.

Shan Ye was ignored, but he was not annoyed. He curled his fingers slightly and popped out a gold coin. "I'll take a ride too." After saying that, without waiting for Old Martin's consent, he sat on the shaft of the last prison car, leisurely.

Close your eyes and rest.

The smile on Old Martin's face did not diminish. When he saw the gold coins, Old Martin seemed to be filled with infinite courage. His voice became much louder, and he shouted to the caravan to set off quickly.

On the way, Mr. Shan inquired about the situation of the ‘Black Pearl’.

Black Pearl is a large city built by drow. It is surrounded by a large number of caveman villages and many lizardmen have also settled nearby. It is considered a relatively large trade center.

In order to restrain the underground natives, the drow strictly inspected those entering the city, and some more dangerous races were refused entry.

With the gold coins, Old Martin seemed to regain his vitality. He walked beside the heavily armored warrior with his shoulders hunched and said: "Sir, your friend seems to have been poisoned by the spotted insect. I know a doctor with superb medical skills. Would you like to introduce him to him?

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The heavily armored warrior kept his pace and glanced at Old Martin expressionlessly, with a look of deep thought on his face.

A few people ventured to the underground world not for tourism, but to find the saliva of the legendary amputee worm larvae.

Unexpectedly, he was poisoned just after leaving the city, which made the heavily armored soldier feel a little depressed.

With real swords and guns, the team is powerful and equipped with luxurious equipment. But facing unknown areas and poisonous insect monsters, they are a little powerless.

Nodding, the unfamiliar heavily armored warrior decided to trust the philistine lizard man in front of him.

With another gold coin in hand, Old Martin's two cloudy eyes glowed with gold, and he couldn't even see his smiling eyes: "Sir, don't worry, that doctor is famous..."

Following Old Martin's bragging, everyone slowly approached the Black Pearl.

The road gradually became flat and wide, and some cavemen working in the fields gradually appeared. A large number of ground beetles were driven away, and the number of caravans led by lizardmen gradually increased.

Whenever Old Martin's motorcade passes by, it always attracts a burst of noisy discussion from the surrounding motorcades.

Old Martin worked hard and kept selling the specialties of the underground world to the heavily armored warriors. Even if the other party showed no expression and ignored him, he still enjoyed it.

Seeing that the heavily armored warrior didn't care about the underground specialties, Old Martin rolled his dry tongue, drank a mouthful of cold water, and looked at Shan Ye behind the convoy.

Nodding and bending, he trotted up to Mr. Shan, and Old Martin's vicious experience began to take effect.

The young man in front of him is wearing clothes that look rough but are actually finely made. Although his face is sallow, he is very energetic, his eyes are steady, and his momentum is restrained.

After defining Master Shan in his mind, the smile on Old Martin's face became even stronger: "Sir, Black Pearl is currently under martial law and ordinary people cannot enter. If you are willing, I can help you introduce it."

After a pause, seeing that Mr. Shan was not interested, Old Martin rubbed his hands and lowered his voice in a mysterious manner: "If you want to leave the underground world, I have a way."

Shan Ye's eyes that had been closed suddenly opened, and two rays of light flashed past, and his eyes were like thorns, wrapped around old Martin's flabby old face.

Seeing that there was a way out, old Martin immediately smiled brighter and brighter, but there was a smell of copper in that smile.

Master Shan's eyes narrowed slightly and he stared at Old Martin: "Do you have a way? If you lie to me..." As he said that, he put his right arm on the handle of the knife, his arm muscles trembled slightly, and there was a "clang" sound, revealing a cold light.

Old Martin suddenly felt that the corner of his eye was stabbed, his smile froze, and slowly faded away, "I don't dare to deceive you, I still want to live a few more years."

Master Shan narrowed his eyes, pondered slightly, and handed Old Martin ten gold coins.

Camus did agree to take Shanye away, but Shanye couldn't believe his crazy character. The more backup tools he had, the more chances of survival he would have.

...

After turning around a wide passage, Mr. Shan looked at the opening of the passage a hundred meters wide in front of him, slightly stunned.

The cave wall is repaired and flat, with several strong and thick stone pillars firmly holding it down. Several fierce-looking drow female warriors hold scimitars in their hands and look at the passers-by with vigilant faces.

The exquisite, close-fitting light armor reveals a large area of ​​black and delicate skin, and there are several metal ornaments pinned to the pointed ears. The uniform uniform makes these drow female warriors look very attractive.

Hundreds of stacks of steel patterns shone with a cold metallic light, and the scimitars were sharp and sharp. Several expressionless drow warriors, walking in unison, slowly surrounded the old Martin caravan, carefully inspecting the goods and Shan Ye and others.

Old Martin seemed to be very familiar with these drow warriors. He secretly handed over a bag of silver coins and was released.

This is just outside the cave, and there are patrolling drow warriors. It seems that Black Pearl is not in peace either.

The wide, tall, hundreds of meters high dome is covered with a large number of jagged and strange rocks. Walking out of the entrance of the cave, Shan Ye's eyes suddenly opened up. The entire black pearl was estimated to be about several hundred square kilometers. The specific area covered by Shan Ye could not be seen.

When I came out, I felt it was very big.

The sides of the compacted and flat stone roads have all been developed, and a large number of mushrooms and wheat are planted there.

Straw wheat is a specialty product of the underground world. It has a short growth cycle and a high number of seeds. Except for its slightly poor taste, it is the main food of the underground natives in the middle and lower levels.

Sitting on the car's shaft, Master Shan's eyes were slowly filled with horror. He held on to the car's shaft tightly to prevent himself from falling off the car.

Too big, too high!!

The whole thing is cast with a large piece of green granite, and is covered with a layer of gray-white covering, which shines with the unique cold hardness of metal.

Without the artistic luxury of the elves on the surface, it is combined with the ruggedness and durability of the underground world.
Chapter completed!