"After leaving the Acid Mist Canyon plane, my luck has improved. The first successful experimental case in my entire academic career occurred on the first night I set foot on that remote material plane.

After rigorous practical testing, the high-strength liquor brewed by ogres is actually a high-quality biofuel that has not yet been discovered. Filling the fuel tank of a steam-powered furnace with this liquid energy, the energy released by its combustion is enough to drive me This mechanical prosthetic body, jointly designed and produced by Mr. No. 21 and Mr. Rick Natz, weighs more than 300 pounds and can operate normally at more than 48 hourglasses."

"Sneed's Private Research Notes"

Wine helps to talk about sex, and the fine wine collected by the ogre Blue is especially good. Of course, what Blue brought out at this time was not a poisonous liquor like "Viper's Blood". In order to take care of everyone present Ordinary people (that is, just the desert elf Brachi), he took out some low-alcohol alcohol that has been proven to be non-toxic for everyone to drink. But even so, these drinks brewed from materials unique to the lower world are not Mortal things such as Zaoli can be compared.

Brachi, the "tongue puller" who has not drank alcohol for decades because he has been practicing the art of music, just drank a few sips of Bulu's wine and completely let himself go. Under the stimulation of alcohol, this person who had been suppressed for a long time finally let go. The elf even revealed the past of playing with his Anda friend as an eagle and lackey when he was a child.

While Brachi was telling the story of the past, others were not idle either. The variety of goods in the Bazaar Night Market in Coptic City was far beyond everyone’s imagination. With the money of the ogre Bulu, a big benefactor, he opened the way. A variety of delicacies are gathered here one after another. In addition to the roasted camel meat featured in this restaurant, roasted grouse, fried locusts, charcoal-smoked snakes, assorted soups... there is even a desert... The musk ox, which is extremely rare in the world and is only found in the far north tundra of the world, has been brought to everyone's dining table.

Of course, with three ogres and a giant dragon sitting around, there was no risk of this food going to waste. This meal could be regarded as a feast for Ques and the three ogre brothers. They ate from the evening of the day before yesterday to the early morning of the next day. When everyone set out on the road again, the eternal blazing sun of the Ashes Plane was already hanging directly above everyone's heads.

The elf, who had fallen asleep after singing loudly in the middle of the night, was now placed in a pavilion on the back of a sand rhinoceros. The high temperature at noon caused some sweat to be discharged from his body, taking away a lot of drunkenness. Brachi struggled He climbed up from the cushions and pressed his hand on his forehead, which was stinging from the hangover. He had not drunk like this in more than 50 years. The last time he drank was at the coming-of-age ceremony to officially become a great samurai. A gift of loyalty to Hajar Khan.

"Drink some righteousness potion. Mr. Witch Doctor said this was the name changed by Mr. Quess. It turns out that this medicine is called energy potion. It will be helpful for drunk people." Following this unfluent universal language of the plane, A small water bag was placed by the speaker in front of the elf who had just woken up from a hangover.

"Tongue Puller" Brachi's muscles bulged slightly under the instinctive action of his body. He hadn't felt it clearly yesterday, but now that he was next to him, the great elf warrior could easily detect the extraordinary features of this human in coarse gray robes. The muscles of his body move extremely smoothly, and the postures and habits revealed inadvertently between movements all clearly show that he is a master who is proficient in martial arts and fighting.

Paladin Jason is of course a master, and few mortals are capable enough to escape unharmed after injuring a demon lord. However, he has now become one of Ques's employees, and will be required to do so for a period of time in the future.

Use work-for-pay methods to pay off debts.

After purchasing several adult sand rhinoceros for use as traveling animals at the Coptic City Livestock Trading Center, the three young brothers Blue Dragon and Ogre jointly decided to overcome all objections. (Only Sneijder had objections, but in the spirit of the minority obeying the majority

In principle, objection is invalid.) Everyone decided to disguise themselves as a caravan and set off for an adventure before returning to the dragon's lair for repairs.

As for the content of this adventure, it does have something to do with the elf that Quess saved yesterday.

The sand rhinoceros is a giant camel beast commonly seen in desert caravans. Apart from its docile character and strong endurance, the load of this giant beast is also very amazing. Ques's "caravan" consists of six heads and tails in total.

It consists of sand rhinoceros moving forward one after another. One is responsible for putting the materials purchased by Bulu and Palu in Coptic; one is shared by the paladin Jason and the elf "Tongue Puller" who just woke up from a hangover;

The human-evil gourmet Bru and his witch doctor brother Palu shared a mount for repair; the astonishingly heavy ogre blacksmith Nalu rode one alone; and the remaining sand rhinoceros walked at the front of the queue as the leader of the caravan.

, the young blue dragon and the steampunk demilich in human form stayed in the pavilion on its back to direct the direction of progress.

"This is the equivalent of what Brachi gave me before to offset the ransom, a map recording the location of the soul-binding mage's laboratory," Quess opened the space belt and took out a brocade box containing the map.

This adventure has a master in the field of magic like Sneijder participating, so it is natural to consult with experts: "I have checked this map, and there is only a simple protective school circle on it. Its function is only to protect the map itself.

Subject to conventional damage.”

The manipulating mechanical prosthesis took over the brocade box and took out the map contained in it. The half-lich Sneed gently stroked the corners of the map with his fingers and took a moment to touch it. Ques didn't even notice it before.

A thin fiber stretched out from the place.

"What is this?" Ques asked curiously as he looked at what his spell consultant found.

Sneed used two other small spells for identification, and after repeated confirmations, he replied: "This is the thread of resentment. To be precise, it should be about one-tenth of the thickness of the thread of resentment.

As the name suggests, the Thread of Resentment is a thread-like substance extracted from the resentment souls formed after the death of people with strong obsessions. This kind of thing is also necessary for the casting of several more partial necromancy school spells.

Material.

During the process of casting the spell, the Thread of Resentment can solidify the obsession, and the solidified obsession can be used as a carrier again by the caster, thus achieving the purpose of directly affecting the behavior of the recipient."

After listening to Sneijder's story, Quess wondered: "But I have used many spell detection methods to check before, and there is no other spell fluctuation feedback at all except the simple protection school magic circle?"

"This is precisely the brilliance of the person who cast this spell. The diameter of the resentful soul thread I just discovered is only about one-tenth of the normal diameter. Even if you look closely, you can easily mistake it for the thread on the map scroll.

Fiber burrs.

The reason is actually that the map, which originally had spell enchantment effects, was artificially uncovered layer by layer.

It has to be said that this method is very clever. It not only destroys the integrity of the original casting materials, so that the spells previously attached to it cannot be effectively detected, but also very covertly separates the thread of resentment carrying the obsession and adds it to approximately

Among ten brand new maps.”

There was no other action seen by the demilich who was patiently explaining the exquisite design on the map. He just controlled the mechanical prosthetic body to pick up the corners of the slightly thin parchment roll, and gently shook the "tongue puller" before.

The spell map that Brachi needed to use the soul dagger to harvest a living person to activate came to life in an instant.

Lines like blood vessels emerge from the scroll, outlining a path leading to the ancient soul-binding mage's research laboratory.

"Obviously, this is a trap. These maps are most likely spread by the soul-binding mage himself, and his purpose is to lure more people to his laboratory."

The steampunk demilich who looked exactly like the famous detective with only a pipe in his mouth said exactly: "Although I don't know much about the origin of the soul-binding mage, but based on your previous description, I roughly guess that this kind of spellcaster is somewhat similar.

Warlock.

Making synthetic beasts is just a means to explore the secrets of the secret method, not the ultimate goal.

Those desert elves were able to find the production nest used to breed Blazing Shadow Beasts on a large scale in the laboratory marked on the map. This in itself is like a trap that suits them.

And this kind of painstaking effort to set up a trap just shows his current predicament. The soul-binding mage must be very weak at the moment, and even has to use deception to attract some people to hunt for treasures, and then he can try to turn them into his puppets.

Even the vehicle of resurrection.”

Sneijder's words really woke up Quess. "Ants bully tigers, and rocks defeat diamonds." This kind of situation is not common in the multiverse. A few ordinary desert elf tribe warriors can cast spells from a powerful person.

Escaped with one's life from various countermeasures in the researcher's research laboratory?

Come on, they are not the protagonist of the story.

The only reasonable explanation is that the ancient soul-binding mage wanted to play a long game to catch a big fish, so he deliberately released the water.

But this is out-and-out good news for Quis and his party, just like the motto the ogre blacksmith often said he learned from nowhere: "An ax without an edge can only be regarded as a stick."

According to the route marked on the map, the distance between the Coptic city and the research laboratory set up as a trap by the soul-binding mage is not far away. Starting from the city in the center of the desert, it would take approximately

It takes three days to reach the destination.

However, this route will pass through an area controlled by the Sashan tribe. Most caravans will choose to take a detour in order to avoid the desert elf tribe that has been dragged down like hungry wolves by the long-term tribal war.

But for Ques's "caravan", this is not a big trouble. In fact, the young blue dragon and demilich who are responsible for leading the way have not even considered this issue.

Everyone rode the Sand Rhino and headed north. The farther away from civilization, the more towering the sand dunes became. Their undulating appearance was like the sea surface that had been ravaged by a storm suddenly frozen, reflecting the gorgeous golden light under the eternal blazing sun.

Originally, merchants in the desert rarely chose to travel during the day. The terrifying high temperature would accelerate the consumption of the drinking water they carried. Most of the time, they would choose to stay in bed at night, relying on tents to withstand the scorching sun during the day. Of course.
Chapter completed!