With the lesson of the horn castle, Christina sent Samar away early and asked the servants to accompany the guide Rahem to take everyone's luggage, mainly horses to the nearby villages. The elves thought the servants would argue, but the young man agreed immediately and couldn't wait to act.

Nasom actually wanted to leave too, and she could guess from the back of her servant and guide leaving.

Humans have such a strong sense of fear of underground space, and they will suffocate just by thinking, and Christina can understand. She is also very uncomfortable. Even though she has visited four dwarf cities, two of which live in normal places for living people.

The chore of drilling holes is naturally not suitable for long legs.

“Are you ready?”

Gurness asked, nodding except Duncan, but the only slutty dwarf spoke.

"Can you guarantee to send us into the cave instead of getting stuck in the middle of a certain rock?" Duncan's face turned pale. He had never seen the elves when they were fighting against the Red Dragon in Montenegro.

Gurney suddenly smiled, which made Duncan laugh. This smile was involuntarily pleading with him because his life was in the hands of the other party. Before the dwarf realized what he was doing, the next second everyone reached the ground where he could not see his fingers.

The dwarves adapt first, Christina followed, but the elves' night vision eyes are more suitable for moonlit nights, rather than underground where light sources cannot be found. Humans are even more miserable. Although Nasom and Riley went deep into the dwarves' dungeon several times, the fear of being taken away from their vision in an instant was still very strong, so they could only grit their teeth and hold on. Ora found the human companion who turned blind in time and held their hands.

Of course, Black Skin, who stays in a dark area, is not afraid of the underground, but he must pretend that no one except Silver Dragon knows the true face of Jack the Red Robe.

"Stand by and wait for me to cast the spell." He planned to cast the dark vision, which was better than a torch underground and could last longer.

"No need." Grenis replied coldly.

"Bang!" There was a sound of torch igniting nearby, but it was not a torch. After a group of night vision creatures blinked their stinging eyes and adjusted their vision back to the normal spectrum, they found themselves on a high platform. The brazier lit by the silver dragon was made of metal, and there must be a ditch for storing fuel below. The bright fire line flowed down the platform along the bottom of the brazier, and each brazier on the route burned.

Horn Fort and Montenegro also have lighting systems powered by tinea oil, and no one sighs like a rusty bun anymore. But as the light returns to this cave that has been abandoned for many years, what you smell and see is unpleasant.

"Model's beard!" Duncan ran down the steps, and Ora followed.

The platform is covered with white bones, covered with every corner illuminated by fire. It seems that all the dwarves here are dead below, and this is also possible.

The friends walked down the steps, and were careful with every step, and were always on guard against the gloomy ghosts that became even more terrifying and became the living kind.

"Look at me!" Duncan raised a skull from the remains all over the ground. It was in a special shape, with its upper and lower jaws bulging forward, with four long and pointed front teeth.

"Rat." Christina's face turned dark. She saw such bad things standing with her back foot in the Horn Fort and Montenegro. It seemed that where there were dwarfs, there were large rats.

"How long have you been dead?" Riley walked down the last step and tried several times before finding a place in the pile of bones.

"Very long." Duncan didn't use much force and crushed the rat skull with his bare hands.

"It seems I'm wrong to blame our good guide." Duncan said to a big tooth that remained in his hand. He thought for a while and put his teeth in his pocket.

The dwarf bones are easy to recognize, similar to humans, shorter, but wider and thicker. The bones of the dwarf and the mouse are stacked together, and there are many pointed heads on each round head. It can be seen that the defender has made the mouse pay an extremely heavy price.

But this is not enough, the unrestrained remains proved the final result. According to Christina's experience in the Horn Fort, mice will also collect similar corpses - used as food.

This is a battle without a winner. Needless to say, the elves know that they think about the same thing when looking at other people's faces.

It was extremely difficult to move in the pile of bones that could bury the heels. The mage's robe and Gonise's inappropriate skirt became obstacles. After walking about a few hundred steps forward, it reached the limit of torch lighting. Silver Dragon raised his hand again and continued the light.

The brazier is next to the brazier, and the high platform is connected to the high platform. Between the high platform, you can see a piece of stone wall and the crossbow chariot behind it. The stones and spears for ammunition are neatly piled up, and it seems that they have never been used. There are very few bones here, only a few dozen. If there are walls in the dungeon, that's it.

It is common for a long-awaited front line to be surrounded and break through. You just need to put some people on the front and take the feint attack to attract attention. Stepping on the crossbow, Christina's eyes leaped over the stone wall, wanting to see the battlefield where you fought for me back then.

The dwarf did not set up a brazier similar to the wall on the other side of the wall, and the elves could not see anything. The dark vision brought her a huge and empty cave. Putting aside the buildings, bones, and war machines, it was no different from the terrain behind. No matter how she saw tears, she could not see any reason.

"Maybe I can help, Miss." The mage walked forward, holding an arrow in his hand.

Weapons like crossbow arrows were everywhere, some were inserted into bones, and some were scattered on the ground, which showed that the battle was tragic at that time. The metal arrow and wooden shaft of this arrow were still intact, and the feathers at the tail had long disappeared, leaving only a slot.

The mage raised his hand and muttered something. Magic replaced the bowstring and shot the arrow out.

The flames were activated in mid-air, and with the parabola drawn by the feather arrows, the stalagmites hanging upside down, the openings of several rock walls in the distance, and the bones on the ground.

There are so many in any corner, and you can imagine how many places there are invisible.

"Our compatriots fought!" Duncan's voice came down from the high platform above. He raised his head with his waist and looked like a general patrolling the battlefield.

"Fight one game...one game..."

The loud voice triggered an echo, disturbing the bats that had settled on the top of the stalagmites. The little black guy flapped his wings and ran around, adding a bit of weird anger to the cave.

"But they didn't win." Nasom didn't give Duncan any face. Christina felt that she was too mean, but she could do nothing about it.
Chapter completed!