In some small cities, three gold coins are already a month's living expenses for a family. As for three thousand gold coins, that is enough money for people to live comfortably for more than ten years. Even if they are invested properly,
This amount of money is enough to make the compound interest never run out.
But as long as you are not a fool, you can naturally tell which is more important, money or life.
But refuse?
The mercenaries looked at each other, and they all saw some vicious curses in each other's eyes - this mage was obviously cunning, and she might have already imagined this situation... The journey ahead was naturally dangerous, but now the mercenaries
They have fallen into a dilemma, and now, they have fallen too deep... If the mercenary group is still there, or even only about half of it is left, then there will be no problem, as long as they return along the path they came from.
, should not encounter too much danger. But at this time, there are only seventeen mercenaries left, including the dwarf... This number sounds like a lot, but it is only used in this forest, but
It's nothing more than a drop in the ocean. It's a bit troublesome to deal with the scavengers attracted by the bloody smell on the way back. Not to mention those dark-skinned guys who are good at guerrilla warfare.
If the previous trolls and gnolls had dampened their morale, then this time the drow and ogre attacks completely destroyed the courage of these mercenaries - but in less than an hourglass time
, a full twenty lives disappeared...and most of them died, only with the help of a few strong people——
If the remaining creatures have not gone far and are always looking for opportunities, then how much luck will this group of people who have lost the cover of high-level magic have in saving their lives in Baiyang Town?
Therefore, their best choice is to follow the mage and continue moving forward... and in this way, even the paladin cannot have too many questions about this matter - because it is the mercenaries who chose it themselves.
go ahead.
"Master Master, this time, can you first tell us where your so-called destination is?"
The young hunter broke the awkward silence... He did not know when he had appeared in front of the mage's path,
Staring at the opponent's face in the shadow of the hood, the hunter's breathing stopped for a moment.
This was the first time he had seen the mage's face so close. In fact, it could not be regarded as seeing it now - except for the hood, the face was still hidden under a black gauze.
Only the small half around the eyes is exposed. However, at this moment, rising between the tree crowns, a ray of pouring sunlight just outlines the outline of the beautiful face under the gauze.
The light shines and disappears for just a short moment.
But just in this moment, this small half of the face was enough to amaze Edward.
If you don't take into account the eternal coldness in those eyes as deep as a pool and crystal clear, then these eyes lack a little blood but are more delicate and delicate. A small part is almost perfect - no matter if it is the best porcelain.
Her skin. Or the right eyebrow arch, or the slender and straight bridge of the nose, the slender eyebrows... They are all worthy of the highest adjective.
As for age, it should be the same perfect age of twenty-five or above, but never reach thirty - women of this age group are, in a sense, the period when the word "charming" is most important, and girls only have a little purity left.
The best moment of perfect harmony between reserve and womanly maturity. The most worthy of appreciation...
"A city." The mage seemed to still be immersed in some kind of thinking, and did not notice the young hunter's slight gaffe. But after a slight pause, she uttered a simple word.
"Is it an elf city? But as far as I know, it should be in the center of the forest, at least five hundred miles away, not just the one hundred and sixty miles away as you said before?" Edward frowned.
.
According to old legends, there is indeed such a rumor - in the center of the Whispering Forest, there is an elven city. It is a ruin built before an unspeakable era and is the largest among the elven species.
A branch of the noble elven royal family. It was only with the migration of the elven royal court that it was abandoned in this jungle.
But that's just an unconfirmed rumor. If you have to go that far, let alone three thousand gold coins, even thirty thousand or three hundred thousand, it's not worth risking your life.
As long as you are not a fool, you can naturally tell which is more important, money or life.
"A city of elves? That's a rumor... The migration of the children of the forest will not leave any traces, let alone let it go deep underground?"
"Underground? Is it the Underdark?" An association instantly pulled the hunter's thoughts away from that small half of the face. It also made him narrow his eyes instantly and his brows twisted a few times.
This is also not an answer that can be pursued.
Underground in this world, there are tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of miles of pipelines. It can even be said that there is another world different from the ground, and this world also has a large number of residents, who just live in
The level of difficulty in those worlds that never see the light of day is far greater than that of the extremely rich material surface. Therefore, without exception, the residents below have the strength to survive, as well as extremely aggressive personalities...
Rumor has it that the drow, which has caused a lot of casualties among the mercenaries, is one of the most famous races, and it is said that there are countless more evil and dark monsters.
, hidden in the unknown abyss - the huge underground world is a beast far more ferocious and greedy than the Forest of Whispers. The strong men who have been swallowed up through the ages are also like the crucian carp crossing the river. A high-level mage
and a few paladins cannot be a real basis.
As long as you are not a fool, you can naturally tell which is more important, money or life.
"It's okay if you want to understand it that way. But my purpose is not that profound... What I am looking for is just a certain survival in the magic war." The mage may not be good at words, or he doesn't want to
There are too many secrets to tell this mercenary: "It was not originally underground. It just sank into the ground due to some changes in the surface."
However, even the information revealed in these words still made Edward tremble in his heart.
Civilization on the continent has experienced several major turning points, and the so-called magic war represents a glorious fall of mankind...
Two thousand years ago, it was the most glorious age of mankind... The mages created countless miraculous creations, including even cities flying in the sky. Legend has it that in that era, everything on the earth was subject to the magicians.
Bowing to surrender, the orcs were driven into the wild lands of the central mountains, the royal court of elves moved overseas, the remaining people were also confined in the jungle, the dwarves returned to the ground, and the dragons also surrendered to the power of magic and abandoned them.
He was so arrogant that he became a servant of the mage.
It's just that in that historical gap called the war, the magical civilization was destroyed, documents and materials were lost, all kinds of exquisite and magical arcana were almost lost, and all were lost, so that more than two thousand years later
Today, it is said that the magic skills commonly used by humans are still far behind the level of that magic heyday.
Therefore, a relic of the Magical Age... represents more than just a city.
You must know that at the peak of that magical civilization, various enchanted items could be seen everywhere like gravel on the street. Even after thousands of years of annihilation, the remnants of that era are still more or less there.
It continues to influence the history and process of mankind.
For today's mages, those magic items are valuable. Even if they are dilapidated, there are mages who are willing to purchase them at high prices for research. What is even more coveted are the few complete items.
And the powerful existences within it—what are now commonly referred to as artifacts on the mainland—are all remnants of the magic of the old era.
To put it bluntly, a real relic from the arcane era may very well represent an endless treasure house.
"Cunning guy..."
Watching the mage walking towards the forest, Edward whispered in a voice that could only be heard by himself.
He also had no way of discerning how much truth was hidden in what the mage said...but it had to be said that a certain part of his heart was indeed as excited as those mercenaries.
Yes, excited...
The conversation between Edward and the mage may not be loud, but for those hesitant mercenaries, it is undoubtedly the final guide... That legendary word made them shout excitedly, fearing the monster at this moment
It turned into the driving force for the pursuit of treasures. A layer of red light covered their cheeks and penetrated their pupils, making them full of energy, even more victorious, as if they were about to burn.
"If it's underground, then it's really Moradin... I mean, God's arrangement."
The dwarf Baroque knocked on his horn helmet and followed several employers without hesitation, so more and more people chose to follow him...
As long as you are not a fool, you can naturally tell which is more important, money or life?
No, there is nothing that cannot be marked with an appropriate label, even life - if there are still people who are hesitant about this, don't doubt it, it's just that the price is not high enough.
The same is true for Edward.
He had more reasons than those mercenaries. Since he also wanted to take risks, he naturally wanted to choose the side with more generous rewards... Magic, a word that had been spinning in the young man's mind for more than ten years, seemed to have reached his grasp at this time.
However, the throbbing in his heart made him finally take a step forward... It was enough for a farmer to subdue a dragon and a kingdom to crawl at his feet. He had already heard similar legends about artifacts.
There were countless stories, no matter which one they were, they were deeply engraved in his memory and became one of the reasons for his yearning for magic.
As for whether it is dangerous, we can only take it one step at a time.
…
The advance did not last long. When a group of people passed through the forest glades crushed by the ogres, the trees became sparse again.
Among several twisted oak trees, countless vines, shrubs and branches covered an abrupt hillock, with only mottled traces exposed at the top, showing the original appearance of the rocks that made it up.
However, as the female mage got closer, it finally revealed its original appearance - she raised it casually, and the vibrant rattans were pushed aside like a piece of cloth, revealing a row of moss-covered squares behind it.
The bricks and stone pillars caused many unnamed little lizards to be frightened and fled in all directions from under these green plants.
The moss-covered rocks were formed into the entrance of a huge cave. The originally neat stone strips at the entrance have now collapsed, and the stacks of layers have blocked half of the cave entrance. However, even after a long time, it still cannot be concealed.
Those traces of artificial carvings. Everyone looked into the darkness. However, even if a mercenary lit a torch and slowly entered, he could only see an extremely narrow part of the dozens of feet wide cave.
Only the stone steps beneath my feet, which extended inward to unknown depths, gradually became clear in the firelight.
Everything around started to become quiet.
The natural light at the entrance of the cave gradually shrank, and finally disappeared in the distance, while on the other side, the stairs sloping downward seemed to be far away... Four white light balls floated at the front of the team, and the mercenaries
The torch in his hand formed a dim and depressing light source, mixed with the interlaced shadows of humans. The corridor was sometimes bright and dark, giving people the feeling that they would be attacked at any time.
Or maybe the only lucky thing is that the further in you go, the more traces of artificial carving there are.
Finally, in front of everyone was a corridor made of square bricks. It was built with neat bluestone strips. Even though time has eroded their edges and corners, vague stone carving decorative lines can still be seen everywhere on the wall, and even some
There are some relief murals - although only simple blurred lines are left.
"Well, those guys who play with magic are always full of twists and turns, so what's there to envy? In fact, in battle, the most reliable thing is your body. As long as you exercise well, it will never fail.
Will betray you!"
At the front of the team, the dwarf walked carelessly, stroking his beard from time to time, making the copper rings on it jingle, as if to cheer for his words, but it made people wonder whether he had any words.
Fulfilling his responsibility as a leader - but Edward walking beside him just frowned and did not show any dissatisfaction.
Because the entire team really needs some sound to suppress the strange ringing in their ears caused by the long silence... At times, the sound is as heart-stopping as the whispers of ghosts.
But the dwarves don't seem to think that much.
His eyes turned around everyone, and he suddenly laughed, then approached the hunter and put his mouth close to his ear: "Tell the truth, kid, are you actually fascinated by that woman who can cast spells?"
?Actually, I have also seen it. Although she is secretive, she does seem to be pretty good. Except for her slim figure, she is not my type, but for you... Haha, she is probably enough to be the lover of your dreams.
Already."
This nonsensical conversation made Edward stunned.
In the impression of humans, dwarves are bold, cheerful and stubborn, suitable for being friends, but with their simple...well, excessive aesthetics, they usually disdain human beauties.
Gu's - thick and strong, with a broad body and plump facial features, so as to ensure the birth of healthier offspring, and a beautiful beard, which is recognized by them as a beauty.
"Don't look at me so strangely, I'm not as mean as my relatives!"
Sensing the boy's question, the dwarf who called himself Baroque raised his voice: "I have no interest in those guys who all seem to have the same virtue. Let me... how do you say that human word? Oh,
Aesthetic shit! Huh? No, but it’s pretty much the same anyway... These gay guys who look like wine barrels make me sick just looking at them! A real woman should at least look like a gourd bottle instead of a wine barrel, and she should be at least five feet tall.
The height above...thirty-six d...can be considered a godly figure!"
He stretched out his short fingers and made a gesture in the air to show what he thought was the 'god figure'. His voice was full of pride: "I know you will find it strange, well, a brat like you
You probably won’t understand... People whose ideas are ahead of their time will never be understood. Didn’t you humans sneer at Saint Rom and the Emperor of Trastand hundreds of years ago? So, in general,
One day, when the descendants of my great Baroque Yeyu spread all over the earth, those guys who poked their heads out of the soil will understand what kind of talent they expelled from the furnace hall."
"You...just because of this..." The hunter was not just surprised.
The society of the dwarves is not as loose as that of humans. Being expelled from a certain city hall means that the clan membership will be eliminated. From then on, no dwarves will be regarded as relatives, and they will even lose the opportunity to be buried in the tribal holy land... and all kinds of other people.
What dwarves regard as glory - for dwarves who always regard family honor as the supreme thing, this is simply the most terrible punishment, far more than death.
"If you want to achieve some success, you have to pay some price first. What's more, I really can't stand those guys! Breathing the air in the same space with them makes me sick!"
The dwarf laughed indifferently: "Especially that Dwayne Rock who got mixed up with the elders and actually dared to swear with his beard that he was not a gay. Damn the stinking granite. You know he took out
What evidence? He said he had touched many female dwarves’ vaginas! Can you imagine? Female dwarves’... hahaha... bah! It’s so damn... the thought of it makes me sick!";
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