Crimson Servant

"The fat of the frost troll is the essence of the troll's regenerative ability, and is the best material for making healing potions." John threw a large piece of oil on the snow, and his disgusted expression made Dalia Questions were raised about the scarcity of this alchemical material. This stuff smells really bad, like moldy cheese with a thick, fishy smell.

"This is just raw material. If you want to exert stronger performance, you need to refine it and remove the impurities in it."

John was still continuing his mission, and Inluthian on the side was responsible for the introduction. He took out a bottle, scooped up a lump of snowy oil from the ground, sealed the stopper, and shook the bottle in front of the little priest.

"After stirring at low temperature and letting it stand, it will appear stratified. Drinking the beige floating liquid on the top layer can also have a therapeutic effect. This is a native method for treating troll fat, but the taste is also the concentrated essence. ”

Because Lucian threw the troll potion to Dalia, as a pragmatic member of the Snow family, Dalia did not have any objection to the smell of the life-saving potion. She carefully stuffed the bottle into her potion bag, consciously using the excess. of empty bottles to dispose of the remaining fat chunks on the snow.

John's loot collection had penetrated deep into the troll's flesh, breaking two hard ribs, and the warlock took out the last piece of material from the troll's chest.

"The heart of a frost troll is as hard as cowhide. The brewed solution can be used to make a cold resistance potion. It is said that some wizards can also use this material to make a secret potion that permanently improves physical fitness. It can also be used as a frost bomb when filled with alchemical flames. use."

John held up the heart and looked at Francis's position. The dark elf had not paid attention to this side for a long time, and his eyes were looking at the hidden entrance to the mine.

The warlock cut off a piece of the frost troll's fur and wrapped it around the heart, then turned and handed it to Dalia. He clapped his hands together, letting Veltis's chains of sin absorb the blood from his fingers while no one was looking.

Since killing the frost troll caused almost no damage, the adventurers entered the mine after taking a short rest.

This abandoned mine has long been deserted. The tunnel is dark, and the lit torches are burning quietly. They headed down the mine tunnel, led by the dark elf Francis. When he encountered a fork in the road, he walked straight into one of them without any hesitation.

The journey was smooth, and Dalia would occasionally pick up the mine map suspiciously because of the familiar scenes, but Francis' determined actions allowed her to keep her doubts in her heart.

It doesn't matter, this mine is not big. Even if she gets lost, she can easily find the route with the map, Dalia thought to herself.

Then the young pastor realized the huge gap between reality and ideals. The map shows that the four of them have reached the end of the mine tunnel they are currently in. Dalia carefully compared the similarities and differences between the current terrain and the hand-drawn drawings, and had to conclude that the long road extending into the deep darkness in front of him was part of the mine tunnel.

They took a road that was not marked on a map.

"In Lucian?"

Perhaps the illusionist's description of the illusion along the way was too profound. When Dalia encountered such a situation that deviated from her thoughts, she always immediately suspected that it was another joke by the illusionist.

The illusionist's eyes widened, and his exaggerated expression seemed to show that Dalia's suspicion hurt his heart. After a few seconds, Lucian realized that he was being too exaggerated when he saw that there was no apologetic expression on the priest's face as he had imagined.

He shrugged, poked his staff into the ground, and spread his hands.

"I didn't. My visions couldn't fool Francis."

The dark elf walking in front of the team had entered the unrecorded mine tunnel instead of hitting the solid wall.

This path is real.

Daria put the map back in her backpack and didn't use it once for the rest of the day.

"This is unreasonable. This is a mine dug by the Snow family. There is no reason why it should not be marked."

"Maybe it's to hide something, some secrets that cannot be put on the surface." John Camp has always used the most despicable personality to speculate on other people, especially the nobles who have excellent reputation and are loved by others. He will always It feels like their shiny exterior is meant to hide a darker interior.

"The Snow family doesn't have such secrets." Dalia looked at the sly smile on the magician's face and held down her fists.

"We are getting closer to the secret. Don't draw conclusions too early before the truth is revealed." Lucian passed by the two of them. "It is also possible that this road did not exist when the map was drawn. If it is connected to the Dark Territory, it will be excavated there. Don’t have too many different races.”

Francis did the closing.

"Don't forget Hong Bing. The Snow family, at least the missing eldest son is already in big trouble."

When they came deep along the mine tunnel, Francis stretched out his hand to stop them.

There was no longer a blur of darkness in front of them. Purple-red light was emitting below. The luminous crystal clusters embedded in the rock wall outlined a circular pit in front of the adventurer, sloping downward.

Francis' meaning couldn't be more obvious. They arrived at one of the entrances to the Underdark, a downward pit, and the cave below was connected to the Underdark.

Francis Blade looked at the depths of the pit filled with purple light. He was back, back to his hometown. This dark place was full of conspiracy and betrayal. Many memories of the past reappeared in the dark elves' minds, including the mistress, the family, and those self-righteous opponents. Francis' muscles slowly tightened, and the hostility towards the dark region engraved in this body was reviving in his muscles.

Compared with his decisiveness in escaping from here, the emotions in the hearts of the dark elves now were undoubtedly much more complicated.

It was a lonely warrior who fought out of the dark region back then. The self-mutilation of the dark elves in pursuit of fame and fortune had cast indifference and numbness into his body. This influence still exists today, like a thorn in the flesh. But Francis believes that he is not only that warrior now. The travels over the years have brought many changes under his body.

If it were in the eyes of those tribesmen, Francis might be classified as "weak".

But the dark elves do not think this is a weakening. Looking back at their past with today's mentality, resistance and disgust for the dark region always arise from their hearts before any feelings.

The path that Francis Blade took was not wrong, and the dark elf confirmed it again.

"Francis."

The silence of the dark elf attracted the sorcerer. Putting himself in his shoes, Juancrete in the Crimson Plains left him with lingering fears for a long time. John thought that the dark elf's fear of home might be just like his own, a major psychological trauma that needed support to survive.

John took a breath and thought about what he could do.

He thought of the past. John Kemp, who was once a crimson servant, was afraid of the crimson servants who were transformed by his ritual. After meeting Nora and others, the crimson servants' following of John did not change.

It was the dark elf Francis who stood up and knocked down any crimson servant who approached John. The crimson servants in the red mist were immortal, but the dark elves could always resurrect them.

Now it was John's turn to repay his gratitude! What Francis was unwilling to face, he would do!

John turned his head to look at Dalia and Inlucian who were talking, and whispered to the dark elf: "If you need, I will kill all the dark elves that appear around the team."

The dark elf, who had just recovered from his sadness, was stunned for a moment. He looked at the warlock with a serious look, wondering why he would say such a shocking statement.

Francis thought he had found the answer.

The dark elf used to be a little cold to John, and often assigned him some training that he didn't like, causing the warlock to accumulate a lot of resentment, and now he wants to vent it on his fellow dark elves.

Francis sighed and patted John on the shoulder.

"No."

"You have to leave some for me."