Vol 3 Chapter 77

Act Seventy-seven King of the Underground (twenty-eight) (first more, stay tuned)

"Now there is only one lift in area a03, but Mr. Oldham, do you really want to go down?" Said the foreman, looking around the old dwarf and Roman.

He took Oldham all the way into the mine's tunnel, with more than a dozen soldiers behind them. When Couran is gone, Orkins has frightened him. Oldham is now his only hope, so when the old dwarf appeared in front of him and asked to take a look at the mining area, he was very happy. mad.

As for Roman?

It seems that the adult *** official who caught the last life-saving straw didn't even notice that there is such a person beside the old dwarf, not to mention that this dwarf wants to save him in water and fire, as the other party is unwilling to bring his own private Having a daughter, isn't it his?

After listening to the foreman's inquiry, the old dwarf hummed from his big nose: "Nonsense, or what am I doing here." He looked back at those trembling soldiers-apparently the scary rumors in the mine had scared them out. Courage-the old dwarf said, "If you don't want to follow, you can stay on it."

The soldiers were clearly relieved: "But what do adults ask?" Someone asked.

"What does that have to do with me?" The old dwarf said angrily. It would be a hassle to take these soldiers down, and he didn't want to go into the mining area alone. Who knows if the rumors of those monsters are true; so many people They have all witnessed the monster, and it may be true. Although the old dwarf still has two efforts, he may not be smart enough to go there: "You explain it yourself, will you not lie, and I will not break through you— — "

The soldiers nodded one after another: "You are such a good man, Mr. Oldham." They said so.

A group of people quickly came to the lift, and the merchant lady looked up and looked left and right to see the thing. If there were not so many outsiders present, she might want to touch it curiously-but when she was hesitant The old dwarf had dragged her up.

The foreman didn't follow this time: "Mr. Oldham," he said, "then I won't give you away, pay attention to safety."

The old dwarf snorted, "Naturally, you humans are so timid."

Everyone's face became weird. Only the foreman was a little better, and said a little embarrassingly, "Mr. Oldham, would you be the machine?"

"nonsense."

The old dwarf unhappyly pulled down a few vertical rods on one side, and the elevator started rumbling immediately. It slowly lowered the foreman and the soldiers quickly to the upper layer. As the elevator sank, the surrounding landscape became a rapidly falling rock wall, and the air became hot.

When there were no outsiders, Roman became obviously lively and active. She tasted her hands to touch the surrounding rock formations. But being dragged back by the old dwarf, he glared at her and said, "Do you want to die?"

"I'm sorry!" Miss Merchant apologized at the fastest rate in human history.

It was at this time that the lift stopped on the rock formation below with a boom, and both of them shook. The old dwarf raised his torch and looked around. The fourth floor of the mine was as narrow as ever.

He thought about it and extinguished the torch.

But he immediately discovered a problem-he didn't bring a lighting crystal. Of course, he can now take Roman back to the upper level to chase those people. There must be something similar on them, but Oldham snorted.

Besides, the dwarf could see things in the dark, he decided to move on.

"It's dark." In the darkness, the girl's voice said, her eyes looked bright in the dark.

"Shh!" Oldham sucked his nose and entered the fourth floor of the mine. "Just follow me," said the dwarf.

"Why not illuminate?" Roman asked.

"Because it's underground, and underground, air is precious."

"Illuminated crystal?"

"Without that--"

"But it's so dark."

"It's also impossible!"

"Roman wanted light."

"Slower--" The words of the old dwarf suddenly got stuck in his throat, because he suddenly felt a soft light from behind, brightening the surroundings.

He *** ed his eyes, almost thinking it was an illusion.

The old dwarf rounded his small eyes and looked back, but saw Roman raising his hand curiously, her palms exuding a soft white light.

"This ... how did this come?" Oldham stammered.

"I don't know," Roman said, turning his palm over and over. "It can shine by itself, it's quite interesting!"

"You don't know?" The old dwarf thought the other party must be making fun of himself.

"Yeah," Romain nodded smartly. "I thought in my heart, if only there was light-it would light up, isn't it interesting?"

"This is the first time?"

"Yep."

The old dwarf touched Roman's forehead.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing," Oldham shook his head. "I just heard that there is a class of people who are jointly rejected by witches and wizards. There is magic blood in their bodies—" He paused: "Your family and you also It is the same?"

Roman thought for a moment: "Brando said, her aunt is a witch."

"Witch," said the old dwarf with eyes widened. "Impossible! The witch and that ... are incompatible-unless she is not your true aunt, are you adopted?"

The merchant girl said angrily, "Aunt is just aunt."

Oldham raised his eyebrows and thought, too, what is the relationship between other household chores and a dwarf? He suddenly felt that since he met the little girl, his body seemed to be getting more and more serious. He scratched his head and replied, "Well, there is lighting, just follow me. Don't leave here alone. It's not a joke-- "

"Okay." Roman nodded nicely.

But this well-behaved had not lasted for a few seconds, and she immediately asked curiously, "What's that, old man?"

Oldham froze, turning subconsciously--

...

Otales' words reminded Brando of everything that happened in Butch's old house the night of the Black Rose war. At that time, he was just an ordinary young man in this world. In the face of the siege of the undead from the darkness, he managed to escape with Roman and was born.

But everything that happened that night wasn't really taken for granted. He touched his chest, as if the pain in the chest stabbed by the undead that night could still be felt at the moment-when he was Freya and her militiamen. When he was rescued from the red pine forest, most of the fatal wounds on his body healed, he thought it was an extra gift of unyielding talent.

But now it seems that Otalace really saved his life.

He looked at each other, and Otales nodded.

"Thank you," he answered.

"No need, little guy," Otales smiled at him slightly. "Sister is the soul of your seal. Saving you means helping yourself, and I don't want to go back to sleep for so long."

Brando's heart jumped at this, didn't Otales mean to help him whenever he was in danger? So it seems that the previous few dangerous situations are not a problem at all, but it was just not the most dangerous time.

Otales is a knight who follows Saint Osor after the wind. Although Brando used to play in the human area in the game, he does not know the legendary monarch in the north, but after all, Derut, the elven king, is related to The legend of the King of Flames, Gilt, the followers of the King of Flames at least have the strength to enter the peak of the elemental realm, and the twenty-four knights after the wind will not be sent there.

An npc with at least eighty levels of protection, Brando felt dark for a moment. He remembered that there was a mission in the Sword of Amber to **** a wizard mentor of the Star and Moon Tower to investigate a magically distorted forest. In that mission, in fact, low-level players cooperated with advanced npc operations and were brought by npc It feels like he still remembers it so far, it was the only time he enjoyed the pleasure of crushing the same level copy.

With her own abacus in mind, Brando couldn't help but glance at Otales secretly.

Unexpectedly, this one was treated by the other side, and the elf woman saw the thought in his heart. She closed her eyes and said solemnly: "But despite this, the soul of the Seal has been deprived of its power. Except for the inheritance of swordsmanship and some secret methods, in fact, her sister has little power. You should not expect too much, little Guy-- "

"what?"

Brando's abacus was disassembled, suddenly embarrassed, his face turned red. But at the same time, he secretly called a pity.

Otales continued: "In the final analysis, the Soul of the Holy Seal represents nothing but the power of inheritance. In fact, there are four rings in the human world. Your grandfather can get them because we owe one of your predecessors. Humanity. "

"Senior?"

Otales didn't talk about it.

Brando, who had a grey nose, was not embarrassed this time. He used to hit a wall at an npc in the game. It was not once or twice. Especially in the existence of this legend, their tone is strict. Necessary conditions, you don't want to make a bit of useful things in their mouth.

But Brando knew at least that his grandfather did hide something from him and Brando's father. This is very close to his speculation-not only did his grandfather come from aristocracy, but his identity was not simple.

But he did not follow up.

Because a line of text appeared on his retina at this time, prompting to urge him to choose a reward, he wasted too much time communicating with Otales-the atmosphere in the arena has begun to change, and the host left the challenge The author does not have much time to prepare. If he does not make a decision quickly, the other party may have to go to the next challenge.

He saw that at the moment, Meditha had come to him again, and it seemed that the silver elf girl thought he was going to take on the next challenge. Quietly all around, Kuran seemed to be thinking about something, and the teenagers were all staring.

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