Crimson Servant

The Underdark is a vast underground world that is not illuminated by sunlight. Many dark creatures that cannot see the light live in those dark caves and tunnels.

Deep gnomes, duergar, dark elves, mind flayers, and those enslaved creatures and monsters.

Even if they have never arrived, most people on earth have a vague understanding of the Underdark. It is a world full of darkness and evil, and no one is welcome.

The legend of the Underdark has been circulated in stories that scare children, used to warn those children with bad behavior, so that disharmony can coexist.

When Dalia heard these four words, the pupils in her eyes narrowed and she made an obvious intake of breath sound. Linking the brother's disappearance to the Underdark is undoubtedly an unsettling situation. Dalia closed her eyes, clenched and unclenched her fists, adjusted herself, raised her head, and admired the calmness of the other three who could remain indifferent after hearing about the Underdark.

Maybe this is what a mature adventurer is, Dahlia thought to herself.

In fact, John and the others only knew a little more than Dalia. They knew clearly that there was a disguised and ferocious dark elf standing next to them. Both John and Lucien have the same idea in their hearts: the most dangerous man in the Underdark is on their side, so there is nothing to fear from the dangers in the dark caves and shadows.

"But why is my brother related to the Underdark?" The nervous Dalia couldn't think for a while and expressed her doubts frankly.

"Those excavated mine tunnels." John reminded the nobleman of their family's most famous industry. "Those tunnels that were dug too deep may have connected the Underdark and become a new immigration channel for Northrend."

Dalia covered her mouth in sudden realization. Her mind quickly followed this terrible possibility. Thinking that Northrend, which was already remote, might face a more severe challenge than the cold winter, she panicked and wanted to start. action.

"I must immediately check the entry and exit records of those mine tunnels, look for the last ones that appeared before my brother disappeared, find out the danger, and warn my father."

She opened the door and left in a hurry. Before leaving, Dalia quickly handed the piece of red ice to John's hand. Perhaps thanks to John's reminder, the Warlock suddenly became the owner of Red Ice.

John looked at the strange ore in his hand. The strange red color that was as clear as ice crystals brought a bad premonition to the followers of the Crimson God. However, he did not discuss it for the time being, instead talking about the nobleman who hurriedly left. The eldest daughter is the topic.

"She is one of the nobles with the strongest personal execution I have ever seen." John was surprised by Dalia's actions. Perhaps this was the traditional personality of the Snow family.

Lucian took over the topic.

"When experience and ability cannot match the problem, the gap between them will become busy. As a family heir, she still has a lot to learn." Lucian turned around and waved goodbye to the two of them, retreating out of the room door. .

"But who made her my client? Francis, Mr. John, please forgive me for having to leave this rare encounter for a while. I have to fool this young man in a hurry."

Lucian glanced at John and adjusted his angle so that the warlock could face his false smile.

"Phantom followers always follow the crowd for their own pleasure."

Lucian left, leaving Francis and John in the room.

Both of their eyes were focused on the red ice in John's hand, because in the private space Lucian deliberately set aside, they could discuss the purpose of their trip without hesitation.

Between the warlock's fingers, small blood-red snakes poked their heads out. They gathered in John's palm, testing the red ice with their flat front ends. Then it turned into a sharp noose, wrapped around the outer layer of red ice and started cutting. After a heart-wrenching sound, what appeared in the hands of the magician was still the same piece of red ice, with not a single scratch on the irregular edges and corners.

The hardness is simply incredible.

"It's tough."

"Not necessarily." Francis' eyes paused for a moment on the red ice. Those eyes were helping the dark elf observe the related future through matter. John did not interrupt his time to digest the information.

"This is a certain characteristic, and ordinary spells cannot destroy it."

After being reminded, John immediately thought of a way. This time, he held the red ice tightly and activated the crimson power to surround the hard object again, without the harsh sound it made last time. The warlock used the divine power belonging to [The Shadow of Seclonfas]. This crimson power of origin has divinity and is most suitable for destroying some mythical items.

The result did not exceed John's expectations.

The red ice melted in John's hands, and a force escaped from the red ice, instantly mixed with the crimson power of the warlock. The intrusion of power created a vague picture in the warlock's mind.

It was a dim crimson color that appeared in the depths of darkness. A red glacier, with impurities in the opaque ice layer, showing a blurry black shadow. Then the field of vision expanded, and the overall outline of a black shadow appeared in the infinitely spreading ice. It was a vague human-shaped shadow, a person frozen in red ice.

The remaining crimson power was quickly devoured by John, and the images quickly disappeared from his brain. The crimson power gave John a severe headache, and the pain was as intense as what John felt during his first sacrifice ceremony.

John couldn't help but fell backwards, and a strong hand caught his arm.

"What did you see?" The dark elf asked beside the sorcerer.

"A frozen person." John thought for a while and finally accepted the answer revealed by the abnormal crimson power.

"A frozen person, the favored one of the crimson god."

The highest priest of the crimson god, the corrupted spellcaster who mastered the powerful crimson spell, was actually sealed in a piece of ice.

No, not a seal, this red ice is the manifestation of His power.

John could clearly feel the changes brought about by the crimson power invading his body. Unlike the flexibility expressed by the active crimson power, the crimson power was icy and piercing, like a plague of frost, just thinking about solidifying in his blood.

His characteristic is to freeze, erode and freeze the spirituality of all creatures that he touches.

Fortunately, the power of Cyclonfas has complete suppression of the crimson power, otherwise the crimson power of the red ice will cause more damage in the sorcerer's body. John has dismantled all the power in the red ice as a supplement to his own crimson power.

The sorcerer stroked his right arm, which had relaxed from stiffness, and told Francis his discovery.

"So, the eldest son of Snow was swallowed by the red ice?"

John shook his head.

"Red ice is the solid manifestation of frozen crimson power, an extremely stable spell structure. I'm afraid that even the hardness of refined gold cannot reach this level. I think few people can forcibly destroy red ice to reveal its own characteristics. On the contrary, a crimson follower like me would be more dangerous."