Because most of the area here has only been roughly surveyed, even the indigenous races who have been living in the underground world all year round do not have completely reliable maps.
Underground tunnels often stretch for miles, sometimes swelling into caverns thousands of feet wide, sometimes shrinking so narrow that even cavemen have difficulty squeezing through. The largest cave halls are like microcosms of the surface, with hills, valleys, underground rivers, and lakes.
.In this three-dimensional environment, most races can use the cave roof and walls to travel freely inside using natural or magical flying, floating or wall-walking mounts (such as giant spiders and certain types of lizards)
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As the only city built by exiled wizards on the surface in the underground world, the location of Paradise City is extremely confidential. The rock formations full of special metal components can isolate the outside world from malicious detection, and it is widely spread in the dark and deep
There are dark creatures, puppet creatures and underground natives in caves and tunnels. Without the guidance of the residents of Paradise City, it is extremely difficult for outsiders to find the only road to Paradise City from the countless winding dark tunnels.
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Some people also say that the powerful second-level fallen wizard of Paradise City has set up a huge illusion witchcraft formation outside the city, which can erase the traces of the existence of Paradise City from the deepest part of the tunnel. In this way, even if an enemy really breaks in here, then
Even if he goes through all the underground passages, he still won't be able to find the location of Paradise City.
Paradise City, Mao Er Tavern.
When the huge flame stones hanging on the top of the cave began to extinguish one after another, night fell in the underground world.
For the fallen wizards living underground, there is no clear distinction between day and night, and no reference to the passage of time. Their lives will become confusing and difficult to arrange everything in an orderly manner. Therefore, some of the practices from the surface have continued.
The wizards who were accustomed to it, had powerful abilities, and had many means collected a large number of flame stones from deep underground, and then used witch formations to control them to light up and disappear at regular intervals according to the time rules on the surface.
Using this method, Paradise City has just gathered a large number of desperate wizard apprentices, making them determined to become the first residents here.
When night falls, torches and bonfires are lit in the streets and alleys of Paradise City, and dim butter lamps are lit at the door of the Mao'er Tavern.
Pushing open the old and dirty half door, Langdon walked into the tavern with a sullen face. As soon as he entered, the noisy and lively sound made him frown.
The time now is around 7pm in Paradise City, but the tavern is already crowded with drunkards of all shapes and sizes. Looking around, you can basically find one or two representatives of the famous underground races here, of course only the lower class.
level.
Those who can have the status of residents in Paradise City are definitely not low-level creatures such as direclaws and basilisks, but most of them are demi-humans or intelligent races with human-like appearance. For example, lizards, jackals, underground gnomes,
Good Will Hunting, Rat Man...
Seeing a group of large rats that looked like upright walking wandering around in front of him, and looking at the ugly furry faces, Langdon felt extremely bored. After all, he was a pure human being.
Of course, ordinary humans cannot survive in the city of bliss where demons are dancing, but Langdon has no fear and can even kick away the rat man who blocked his way. And the reason why he can do all this is because
All because he is a wizard apprentice, quasi-witch level.
In Paradise City, aside from the wizards who rarely show up, quasi-witch-level fallen apprentices like him are the number one figures in the city. Wherever they go, countless underground natives will take the initiative to get out of the way.
He wears a light blue apprentice robe covered with mysterious golden runes. As he walks, the energy of the runes flickers on and off, adding a bit of fantasy and mystery to it. He has a handsome figure.
, elegant and calm demeanor, all of which gave Langdon a completely unique noble temperament. Unfortunately, he who was once elegant and elegant now has a face so gloomy that he can almost squeeze out ink.
Kicking the rat man out of the way and completely ignoring his squeaking protests, Langdon strode to the counter, slapped the thick countertop and roared loudly.
"Give me a bottle of fire wine!"
The bustling tavern fell silent for a moment.
Old John, who was slowly wiping the wine glasses on the counter, rolled his eyelids and muttered a few words. He took out a bottle of wine from under the counter with a single swipe of his big hand as thick as a carrot and pushed it along the smooth countertop.
After removing the cork from the bottle, the spicy smell that was so rich and substantial began to ripple in the crowded tavern. Countless furry faces lifted their noses and sniffed vigorously, and glistening saliva began to flow uncontrollably.
Langdon, who rarely drank alcohol, panted heavily, stared at his bloodshot eyes, raised his neck and drank a few sips. The pungent smell of alcohol instantly rushed into his internal organs, making him
He couldn't help but leaned over and coughed loudly.
Splashes of wine flew in the air.
He coughed up most of the liquor he drank.
The rats, who were wearing shabby cloth and imitating human walking on tiptoes, immediately swarmed up, lying on the ground, sticking out their big wet tongues, and frantically licking the wine stains on the stone floor. Don't look at the people they usually wear.
They look like rats, but once they encounter such free benefits, they will immediately abandon their disguise and once again expose their nature as low-level intelligent creatures.
The management of Paradise City is too strict. Only intelligent creatures can become residents, and they must have a human-like appearance. In order to have an identity here, many ratmen, jackals, and lizardmen can only wear unknown clothes.
A piece of dirty cloth found in a garbage heap stood up and walked with strange and skewed steps, dressing himself up as a sub-human being.
In this small city ruled by fallen wizards, they have no means or ways to make a living at all, and they rely on looking at the garbage discarded by the wizards to make a living. Of course, they can only make a living by doing some dark businesses such as petty theft.
Live more comfortably by yourself.
Seeing the ugly rat-men in front of him beating and biting them just to get some of his own vomit, Langdon gritted his teeth and wished he could kill them all with the acid bog spell.
He was a distinguished apprentice with a quasi-witch level, but he was reduced to living with such a group of evil monsters all day long! An unspeakable sadness and resentment made it difficult for him to relieve the anger in his chest. Langdon raised his neck and poured out the rest.
He drank the fire wine in one gulp, threw a magic crystal and staggered out of the tavern.
"What's wrong with Mr. Langdon? Is this the first time I've seen him look like this?" In the dark corner, two black figures were talking quietly.
"Why, you don't know yet?" One of the shadows whispered in a low voice: "His other half heard that something happened."
"Magic Ivy Girl?" Another dark figure suddenly exclaimed: "You said something happened to Magic Ivy Girl?"
"Silence, silence..." The first black shadow patrolled around in fear. Seeing that no one noticed them, he warned in a low voice: "You just came back from the west. You don't know the situation. East.
It’s been very busy these days, I heard that several quasi-witches were fighting there, and even several layers of the tunnel collapsed.”
"You just said that Demon Ivy is dead? By whose hands?"
"Who else? Of course they died in the hands of those bastards on the surface. I heard that the wizards on the surface were full and had nothing to do, so they sent a team of apprentices here to steal our resources. The magic ivy girl died in this group
In the hands of a newcomer. It is said..." The black shadow looked around and quietly lowered his voice: "It is said that he died in the hands of a junior apprentice named Grim! She..."
Before the black shadow could finish speaking, a loud noise like the earth was shattering drowned out its voice. The stone wall beside them was suddenly pierced by a terrifying fist, and a large hole was immediately exploded.
A huge figure over 3 meters tall walked straight in, and with one hand and one hand, he forcibly picked up the two guys who were hiding in the shadows and whispering.
The blazing stove in the house illuminated the figures of two black figures, who turned out to be two jackals.
"Damn inferior creatures, how do you think you are qualified to talk about me, Langdon, secretly? I hate hearing the name Grim. If anyone dares to pronounce this name again, this will be his fate!"
As the tall humanoid roared angrily, the power of azure ice and snow gathered in his palms, freezing the two jackals into human-shaped ice sculptures in just one breath. Then the tall humanoid threw them hard, and the ice sculptures were
The floor in the center of the tavern suddenly shattered, and the flesh and blood inside shattered into ice shards all over the floor.
"You damn scum, just leave it to me. I don't want anyone to mention that damn name again! If anyone else can't remember this, I, Langdon, will use death to remind him!"
The quasi-witch Langden, who transformed into a terrifying giant, roared angrily.
"Grim! You damn bastard, I will wait for your arrival in the darkness underground..."
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Not knowing anything about what was happening in the distant underground world, Greem was extremely busy these days.
He has finished reading all the books he brought from the Swamp Tower, and what remains is the long-term accumulation of witchcraft knowledge and analysis of witchcraft models.
Greem was a hundred times more enthusiastic about the first defensive witchcraft he was about to harvest.
Flame Shield was the first defensive witchcraft he chose for himself. But in order to acquire it, Greem must first master four to five basic witchcraft disciplines and a large amount of witchcraft knowledge.
From "Characteristics of Fire Element Particles" to "Regular Arrangement of Elemental Energy", from "The Role of Spiritual Elements in Witchcraft" to "Hundred Questions on Flame Shield Shaping"...
There are dozens of kinds of witchcraft knowledge and techniques that Greem needs to master in advance. Although he has a chip to assist him, it is still a very difficult and difficult task to understand and master them all one by one.
However, based on the chip's calculations and estimations, Greem was happy to know that he could get this flame shield in his pocket before his next trip underground.
This was really good news that made him extremely excited!