Scales of Eternal Order

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After getting all the things he wanted to know, Jarratt walked to the drow to patrol Captain, his high-waisted leather boots hit the stone ground with a sound. He gave the opponent an almost sympathetic look, shrugged again.

“Poor.” He stretched out his right hand from under the shimmering cloak. Nailed the five throwing knives of the poor guy, Jill fell out of his body on its own, like a swallow returning home, floating leisurely back into the magic scabbard tied to Jarratt’s right hand.

“Poor.” He said again and strode away. This time, his boots made no sound.

The five-person adventure squad, rushing forward in a quiet passage, the noisy battlefield was left behind by them.

The humanoid young Blue Dragon walks in the middle of the team. Although he does not need it, he should stay here as a back row shooter in order to be more properly protected.

The person in charge of exploring the path is naturally Glindo, who has the profession of an underground digger; the orc Druid Marsh follows the dwarf and keeps two positions away from each other; Jarrat’s position in the team It’s erratic, walking fast and slow, constantly looking for a suitable place to play its role according to the shape of the underground roadway. Obviously, he has his own unique insights on how to march in the dark world.

But Calder, the great architect, is now at the end of the team. He didn’t know when he had an extra piece of compressed rice cake—according to his words, a halfling would eat six meals a day, and he had to hurry up and enjoy his own dinner while he had no work.

However, Ques thought he might have other ideas. After seeing Marsh Fezak transforming into a shark lizard, this lively halfling who had a lot of talk became very restrained, and at the same time tried his best to avoid getting too close to the orcs. However, judging from the fact that the other party gave him half of rice cake (which tastes really good), the young Blue Dragon did not break this point.

“Um, gunpowder magician,” the rice cake was eaten into his stomach, and it was really boring to keep walking. Calder finally couldn’t restrain his curiosity, and quietly asked Ques, “The poo bag just now Elf, tell him what to do with the two “poor”…”

Calder closed his mouth suddenly. Because he caught a glimpse of Jarratt looking back at him. Obviously, the nickname of “Sao Bao Elf” he gave has been heard by the other party, and Zall doesn’t seem to be a humanoid young blue dragon who can talk–at the very least, he has called Ques a “gunpowder magician” several times, and Ques didn’t have any irritation or opinions.

“You can ask him for a while,” Ques urged a little bit “badly.” Of course, Calder the halfling is not stupid, he wouldn’t be fooled.

In fact, Ques also had some guesses about the two “poor” that Jarratt said. Although they didn’t make up the knife before they set off, the fate of the drow patrol Captain was actually already doomed.

When operating a new Nether Darkness Region in an unfamiliar plane, the drow will purposefully build a suitable underground ecosystem. They will put some scavengers or oozes in the crypts that are not very threatening to the drow, and would not actively hunt them unless they are extremely hungry, so as to deal with the Underground World. Of flesh and blood.

In the previous encounter, a total of twenty-nine drows and a Basilisk died tragically, and only the Captain survived. However, the latter was temporarily incapable of action because of being pierced by five crosses by Jarratt. Even if the predators don’t come to him, the carrion monsters or black pudding monsters that live on the corpses in the crypt lanes will come to him. By then, the fate of that seriously injured Zall is self-evident.

The five-person adventure squad went through the tunnel without stopping, and the road underneath became more and more natural and rough. This is not the crypt opened by the drow by magic, but the real Underground World of the Ash World. They came to an area connected by many branch roads. These tortuous tunnels and wormholes were basically distributed in a fan shape, just like a honeycomb.

“Drow’s city is usually surrounded by this kind of terrain. This kind of complex terrain can be used to block the enemy, while at the same time it is convenient for the servants to control the work of the servants, so that it is not easy to escape.” Walking, Jarlaxle once again used the language of the soul to provide each team member with information that only drow knew: “If I’m right, you can find evidence beforehand.”

Sure enough, after going around a corner, the halfling and drow saw a fierce flash of heat. It’s just that the latter knows that it is the hot wire from the mirror-the mirror is a metal disc heated by magic, and the dark elves use them as road signs.

The heated side is like a mirror that reflects sunlight to creatures that use infrared vision, and they can also provide some illumination for those drow servants who do not have infrared vision. It’s just that those slaves can’t find the right path in this complex tunnel by relying on signs that can only be seen in infrared vision like their masters.

After walking for a while, they finally approached a medium-sized cave. There are no traces of processing on the walls and ceiling of the cave. There are sharp horns everywhere, and small stalactites are all over the ceiling.

There are two wooden doors on the wall of the cave. Obviously they were added recently. On the wall opposite to the wooden door, there is a strange cavity, only one step deep. There is a ledge at waist-high in the cave. , Covered with a blanket.

A drow soldier was leaning on it, holding a sword and a dagger in his hand, and was idly spinning the dagger to play.

“This is the’Ondorisin’ structure of Zall City, which means roughly the same as Wengcheng. However, this Wengcheng itself is a trap. Regardless of the two wooden doors here, it is actually not the right path at all. .. Then there is either a road of slaves with traps that can’t be dismantled—usually only the servants are allowed to pass through it, and the drow controls the mechanism behind and prevents the traps from being activated; or it is simply a cave where the monster is closed. The real road to the city is mostly under the blanket where the soldiers are lying. It should be the aperture leading to the deeper dark hell. Drow nobles can use the’floating technique’ to get up and down easily, and civilians can also use rope ladders and the like. Things.”

Without entering the cave, Jarratt stopped the dwarf digger walking in the front of the team in time, and then he still used the language of the soul instead of words, telling all the information he knew in every detail.

“If we don’t want to disturb others into the city, then we have only one way, we have to adopt some deceptive methods.”