The hard work paid off. More than an hour later, with the sound of chaotic footsteps, an NPC dressed as a mage came out of the cave with two followers, and drove a carriage into the distance.
After retreating a little distance, Sherlock summoned the Thestral Horse and followed him. Judging from the direction of the carriage, it should be Noisy Water City.
From here to Noisy Water City, there was only one main road that could drive carriages. He flew forward a certain distance and ambushed himself on a tree beside the main road.
A few minutes later, watching the carriage speeding over not far away, Sherlock quietly took out the Winter Snow Scepter and chanted the ice mist spell attached to the bracelet.
With the blessing of Level 5 Dragon Language, this spell can be released very smoothly.
When driving through this area, the mage NPC sitting in the carriage also noticed the abnormally low temperature for the first time, but before he could lift the curtain in the carriage, under the effect of the ice mist spell,
His body was frozen.
Although the specific function of the newly obtained dragon bloodline has not yet been discovered, the dragon vein spell attached to the bracelet has already demonstrated its true power.
With the increase of the Winter Snow Scepter, few people at the same level can escape the scope of the ice mist spell.
Seeing that the plan was successful, Sherlock immediately put away his staff, and in a few strides he had drawn out two scimitars and arrived at the carriage.
The two soldiers driving the carriage outside were no threat. His primary target was the mage in the carriage.
The wooden carriage was not a high-end product. It split into two pieces when he pulled it, revealing a figure in black robes.
In Sherlock's eyes, the target that could not move was a lamb to be slaughtered, and the lightning and ice soul quickly streaked towards the opponent's head.
After the Ice Mist spell, there was another Ice Touch, and this mage died without saying a word.
The remaining two warriors have regained their ability to move at this moment, but facing the double attack from the druids and natural partners, several counterattacks were just a struggle before death.
After disposing of the corpses of the three NPCs, Sherlock obtained a fine-grade cloth armor robe, an ordinary-grade long sword, and a piece of parchment filled with text.
10 bags of flour
5 barrels of rye
3 baskets of green pods
…
Fortunately, it was recorded in Common Language and seemed to be a shopping list. He understood the purpose of the three people going to Noisy Water City with just a brief thought. Coupled with the robe that the mage revealed, a plan was completed.
emerged in his mind.
…
Six hours later, a mage in black robes drove a carriage to the front of a cave, and two figures came out to greet him.
"Winks, why are you alone, Addison and Cliff?" Seeing that the team purchasing supplies was missing two people, the guard at the door asked strangely.
"They saw a group of businessmen on the way, so they asked me to come back first." Seeing that the two guards were still refusing to let him go, the black-robed mage lowered his hat and said in a more serious tone: "What, is there a problem?"
In the Forgotten Kingdom, the status of mages is always higher than that of thieves and warriors. At this moment, under the stern voice, the two guards did not dare to interrogate any more and got out of the way.
"Why are you so arrogant? If it weren't for that Drow..."
"Forget it, who gave birth to a pretty boy?"
In response to the two people's blatant insults, the black-robed mage said nothing and walked in on his own.
Entering the cave, there is an old path inside. The walls are made of carved rocks and look very rough. Walking along the carved stone corridor and passing a wooden door, the mage comes to a huge warehouse.
, there are still sixteen male humans playing various cards.
"Winks, you're back." The relationship between the two parties was obviously not good, and the greeting was full of perfunctory.
"I'll go inside and have a look!" After saying this, the mage walked inside.
"Be careful not to release the ghoul inside, we don't have time to save you." The four of them didn't really want to say anything to this cowardly mage. Perhaps, only the dark-skinned guy below would like it.
Such a bitch.
After leaving the warehouse alone, the mage followed the rock wall and came to a small room. Inside was a dwarf crane. This kind of lifting tool was very common at the docks of Noisy Water City.
"Is this ruin also built by dwarves?" The mage muttered and walked onto the crane.
Crunch! Crunch! The chain of the crane slid slowly between the pulleys, and the mage came to the second floor.
Compared to the heavily guarded first floor, the second floor is almost unguarded, but from the strong smell of blood in the corridor and the unusually quiet environment, it can be seen that this floor is not safe.
Controlling the crane to continue descending, the mage reached the third floor, which was also the lowest level that the crane could reach.
In addition to the crane room used for lifting, there are two rooms on the bottom floor, one large and one small. In the small room on the left, a group of traveling merchants are imprisoned and guarded by four soldiers. The large room on the other side is a hall.
.
"...Elves...Souls" There is a line of dwarf writing at the entrance of the hall. This mage does not know Dwarf language. He saw these two words from the erased symbols.
This seal originally seemed to be engraved with some Elvish and Dragonic languages, but I don’t know why it was eventually covered by Dwarf languages.
The ground inside the hall is covered with shallow wavy patterns, and six shallow grooves shoot out from it, pointing to the edge of the room and extending to one side of the wall.
There is a black altar in the middle of the room. On top of the altar is a burning brazier. Next to it stands a long-eared elf with blue-grey skin, wearing a sexy tight leather armor, facing the altar and chanting.
What.
This shape is obviously that of a dark elf.
The mage has been hesitating whether to step forward, but in the end he did not take a step forward.
"My little lover, you are here. It seems that you can't wait to participate in this ceremony." A few minutes later, the female drow turned her head, revealing a face full of charm.
"Don't worry, we can start right away. We will have plenty of time by then."
Listening to that seductive voice, the mage suddenly staggered in his steps and his face flushed. He didn't know whether it was shyness, helplessness or expectation.
After waiting for a few more minutes, an elf boy was picked up from the cell next door and dragged to the altar.
"Hey, you perverted old woman, you can either kill me and be a good man again in 4 hours, or you can let me regain my mobility and see if I don't call you daddy."
For an elf to say something like this, and for four hours or something, it must be a player. It turns out that not all of these traveling merchants are NPCs.
"Hahaha, I've been thinking about this kind of thing since I was so young. If I don't want to sacrifice you later, it's not impossible for you to feast your eyes on it."
