Crimson Servant

The light of the torch cast the shadows of several people on the wall. The only sound in the empty tunnel was his own footsteps. Crow was sandwiched between Raven and Galahad. He quietly moved closer to the Knights of the Round Table.

Crowe stared at the ground beneath his feet. The roads dug by the earth genasi were particularly special. They were not like the rude miners who left wild excavation marks, nor were they like the dwarves who were obsessed with polishing a comfortable arc on the stone. . Their artificially constructed mines look like pure natural ones, with stalagmites pointed out by dissolved water, overlapping stone platforms like terraces, suspended stone bridges, and dense crystal clusters hanging upside down from the ceiling.

The deeper he went into the tunnel, the larger the internal space that Crow saw, and he became more and more nervous. Because he was very sure that when he escaped from the tunnel, there were no elemental landscapes here. They were really still here, those stone descendants.

Some blood threads crawled out from under the robe of the leading warlock. They swam among the rocks, their sensitive front ends feeling possible vibrations in the tunnel.

"It's still far away," John said to his companion. The crimson chain did sense some slight noises, like a weak heartbeat heard through the clothes. John judged that the distance was not close, and maybe the adventurer team could leave the Stoneman's territory calmly.

Crowe stared at the lines drilled out of the warlock's red robe. He had seen these fragile-looking things showing their teeth and claws before, and he was sure that these things would be much easier to use around his neck than ropes. Crowe, who did not want to be severely sentenced for theft, carefully avoided the red lines, but soon Crowe realized that his idea was a bit redundant. Those slender threads avoided the footsteps of their companions lightly, as if each one had its own thoughts and each one was alive.

The rogue's awe of the warlock deepened slightly.

The adventurers continued to move forward, and they came to a space that looked like a studio.

There is no one here, there are many large rock blocks dividing the huge space into corridors, with stone descendants' personal carvings on both sides. Different genasi have their own unique habits and arts, and the art form that stone people are most passionate about is sculpture. They would draw real or fake statues of various shapes, each one lifelike. There are also rumors that the gargoyle sculptures are actually the artistic products of the stone people. These ancient artworks were left behind when the stone people moved, and were awakened by the spells of the vampires and other dark creatures, and became their loyal servants.

These drawing boards are full of profile portraits of Stonemen, with different movements and expressions, and the original color of the unpainted rocks. John thought this was bad news. Those stone descendants should not be too far away from his living area. So John released the chain again and felt the vibration, but the result was still the same.

"Not far away, but not enough to detect us."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. These sculptures gave the adventurers a strange feeling of being among the crowd. They always felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time and continued to move forward.

But the further they walked, the more statues stood in front of them, and they were all dressed in luxurious clothes. Even the statues had gold and silver rings on them.

The adventurers felt numb, and an idea suddenly emerged from their hearts.

"Run!" John growled and started running with his legs.

"Me! I've been caught!" Crowe's anxious voice came from behind. He was caught by a rock arm with a silver bracelet on his wrist. He struggled to step on the stone slab, but he couldn't break free. , instead, the figure on the stone slab began to vibrate, and little bits of debris fell off the surface of the statue.

Shiyi is about to wake up.

"I'll do it." Raven pulled out his long sword and prepared to strike.

Galahad grabbed Crow's body one step ahead of him, and then his and the thief's bodies blurred for a while, disappearing into the air like ripples, then reappeared and the two of them had caught up with the escaping team.

The entire cave is slowly waking up. The stone descendants on both sides stretch out their arms and break free from the drawing board, blocking the adventurer's way.

Those were not statues at all, but the sleeping Stoneborn themselves. The slight vibration the warlock heard was not due to the distance between them, but the sound of a sleeping heartbeat heard through the rock.

But now, the stone descendants are waking up one after another.

"At this time, you still can't control your hands!" Barnes yelled at Crowe.

"I swear I didn't touch that mithril bracelet, he caught me himself!"

"You said you didn't covet it! We didn't even realize it was mithril!"

"This is common sense for identifying treasures! I recognized it after just one glance! You idiot!"

John looked at the road ahead, and several fully awakened stonemen were already blocking the aisle.

"Get ready to fight!" John rubbed lightning in his hand, and the thunder struck the stalagmites hanging above. The tall stones broke and fell, hitting the stone-born guards who were caught off guard. The warlock stepped on their bodies and rushed over.

Raven stopped a lucky man who was not hit by the falling rocks. The other person put his arm on Raven's sword blade. The warrior's strange power suppressed him and allowed the others to continue moving forward. Watching the intruders passing by one by one, the blocked Stoneman felt anxious. Raven caught the opponent's eagerness and retreated while the opponent was using his strength. At the same time, he chopped down the stalagmites on the side of the road to create space for the pursuers. obstacles to progress.

The silent tunnel was thundering at this moment, and the roar of the earth elemental language echoed in the tunnel.

When Crowe heard the sound, he half turned his head and shouted towards the back.

"You have the wrong person! The person wearing the three-cornered hat is the Cameron Goodwill Ambassador!"

Barnes, who was identified, did not refute, but just kept running.

The captain sneered in his heart, Shi Yi was just stubborn, not a fool. There were two identical faces. One understood Stone Yi's order and retorted in earth elemental language, while the other looked like he didn't understand at all. Any creature with a little bit of intelligence would know who was the liar in the first place.

It's time, thought Barnes, for Mr. Crowe to show his true worth here.

Barnes suddenly kicked to the side, and at the same time grabbed the arm of Galahad, the Knight of the Round Table. What faced him was a kick with the same intention of betrayal.

Barnes and Crowe grabbed the Knight's arm and attacked each other at the same time.

As a result, Galahad suddenly suffered two weights and the impact and fell to the ground. At the last moment when the Stonemen were about to capture the three of them, he used his powers to escape, and the Knights of the Round Table caught up with the team.

Not only did they fail to get rid of each other, they almost cheated themselves.

Bella, who had just escaped from the tiger's mouth, almost fainted due to the stupid drag of the two people.

"Release your hands!" "You put it first!" "I'll count one, two, three, and put it together!" "Three!"

The plot of the two failed again, and Galahad, who was regarded as a life-saving straw, almost fell into trouble again. The always tolerant Knights of the Round Table could only turn to the dark other self for help.

Barnes and Crowe were caught by John. The crimson chains strangled their necks and dragged them running. Whoever broke the chain would tighten the chains around his neck, allowing him to experience the preciousness of oxygen.

Red lightning exploded a stone wall, and debris flew away, rolling down the slope. The adventurer, covered in slime, slid down the large slope.

At the last moment of the tunnel, they encountered a stone-skinned mud monster disguised as a wall. The team being chased had no intention of analyzing the authenticity. John cast a spell to blast open the stone wall, and the mucus splattered inside revealed the monster. 's true face.

The mud monster's slime accelerated the adventurers' descent, acting as lubricant for the friction between flesh and rocks. John and the others could not control their bodies, and were bound by gravity to slide into the depths of darkness.