"Let's go up the mountain." Just when everyone was hesitating, Uzov spoke up.
The so-called leader would make a decision when faced with such a dilemma. To put it even further, when he made a wrong decision, he had to be the scapegoat. Only by taking responsibility for both success and failure could he be considered a real leader. Instead of just picking the fruits of success, failure was due to the incompetence of the subordinates.
Moreover, Uzov wanted to hear some parts that he had neglected or didn't know, so that he could support his decision. The information given by the head craftsman of the Grand Duke was exactly what he wanted to know.
Although walking by the river was suitable for the warm and humid conditions, who said that it was impossible to have such conditions on the mountain? Moreover, the old craftsman said that most of the fragrant nan was distributed in the mountains, even if it was below the green zone. And in the terrain of the maze, the so-called green zone referred to the height where it would not snow. In some northern countries, it referred to the height where the winter snow would melt.
Therefore, Uzov quickly made a decision in the dilemma of choosing one of the two.
Since the leader of the group had made a decision, the others did not raise any objections. Because they could not guarantee that if they insisted on going in the other direction, they would be able to find the target tree.
As the night deepened, the hustle and bustle of the camp gradually subsided. The troublesome Lord Sword Saint ran to the nearby river to take a bath. In addition to him, there were also a few female guards who loved cleanliness. These people were more or less hoping to get closer to the Lord Sword Saint, or even take a step further. Just like on Earth, men in heat were not the only ones who would take the initiative in the maze.
Maynild did not follow because this was the time when she and Uzov exchanged information. It was precisely because their actions at night were secretive, and because they were all related to that mage, that certain ambiguous rumors were rampant in the team.
The two of them didn't bother to explain. In any case, such rumors would be helpful to their operation. As for this rumor reaching the ears of the master of the dark elves, Boss Uzov … He probably would not think much of it. He might even give a dowry and happily send an elf to get married. If this matter was true.
"Did you find anything?" Uzov asked first.
Maynild shook her head and said, "Same as the past few days, nothing."
"Could it be that we are overthinking? Or is he only responsible for monitoring us and keeping track of the team's whereabouts? "
"Be careful. If it was just for surveillance, the person behind the scenes could have sent someone smarter. But I don't think this person is that simple. "
In fact, Uzov had the same feeling. This was because if the other party only wanted to know the movements of his group, they could even bribe an insider and let this trusted insider pass on the information that the person behind the scenes wanted without knowing it. There was no need to specially plant a chess piece. Many of the leaks were not intentional. They were all inadvertent leaks of information like this.
But from time to time, the young man would emit a strange murderous aura. It was hard to believe that such a person was only in charge of surveillance and had no other intentions. However, no matter how he probed, he couldn't find out what method the other party intended to use. Therefore, Uzov and Malcolm could only continue to bide their time to avoid alerting the enemy.
However, Malcolm had a feeling that the other party's plan had already been executed. It was just that he hadn't realized it yet. So what exactly was the plan? The Dark Elf was puzzled.
The road up the mountain was winding. In fact, there were few people in this forest, so there weren't any roads to speak of. The scouts followed the path of the wild beasts and found a gentle slope. Then, they cut down the weeds on both sides and made a path. They didn't just head straight for the top of the mountain and climb the walls. Doing so would be very tiring.
Fortunately, everyone's supplies were things that could be carried on their backs. With the help of ropes from the scouts, the path up the mountain wasn't too difficult.
The trees on the mountain were sparse compared to the flat ground. However, there were still many tracks of wild beasts. Even though the scouts had done their best to find a gentle slope, a few of the older craftsmen in the team were still gasping for breath from the climb. They even handed over their luggage to their apprentices. They couldn't even walk, let alone carry things on their backs.
In this kind of terrain, the only ones who could maintain their vitality were the warriors who were used to taking risks. Although the craftsmen team usually did some physical work, the muscles used were different. Even if they didn't complain incessantly while carrying things on their backs, they still didn't look good.
As for Myr, he was one of the few who had the most relaxed expression. Most importantly, she was already used to this kind of environment. The underground world wasn't an environment on the same level as the average person knew. There were also cliffs and all kinds of ups and downs. There were even more opportunities for terrain differences than on the surface. It could be said that every time they went out, it was like climbing a mountain.
Because of this experience, Myr was able to find an opportunity to climb to the top of a tree and look at the surrounding environment. The reason why she would do something so tiring was because she couldn't get rid of the warning in her heart, and it was getting stronger and stronger. But she still couldn't find the reason.
When she climbed to the top of a tree for the umpteenth time and looked at the mountain slope not far away, what she saw was not a lush forest, but a mess that looked like a giant beast had wreaked havoc. Tree trunks and rocks were broken, opening up a twisting and turning path. At this moment, Myr was in a daze for a moment. Only then did she think about what kind of creature could cause such destruction.
Suddenly, several clues were strung together in her mind. The giant beast, the strong smell of the silver camphor, and the black dragon Augustus.
With a flip, Myr jumped down from the tree and ran toward the young man in the Grand Duke's team of craftsmen that she had been suspicious of.
Compared to the others who were confused, the young man with a malicious expression took out a dagger and stabbed at Myr without hesitation. The dark elves who were already prepared obviously couldn't be hurt by such a simple attack. After a short exchange of blows, the young man was put down on the ground in a few moves. Furthermore, he found the key to this trap in his possession.
"What's going on?"
Faced with the sudden attack of the dark elves, the Grand Duke's team of craftsmen almost took out their hammers and axes to counterattack. But in the end, they held it in. They wanted to hear an explanation and not make things difficult on the spot. After all, even if their previous cooperation and interactions weren't harmonious, they were definitely not hostile.
Uzov, who had rushed over, saw the item in Myr's hand at first glance. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "What is this?"
"Something that we've been ignoring, Ambergris."
Ambergris was an alchemy product that was refined from the excrement of female dragon subspecies when they were in heat. Its official use was to stimulate the mating of magic beasts.
Most armies that used magic beasts as mounts would use this alchemy potion to force the mounts to mate in order to maintain the number of magic beasts they raised. But there were also nobles who used this on women or men. Basically, one person would be crippled after each use.
It wasn't hard to guess what kind of creatures this thing would attract in this place.
Myr suppressed the man under her and said, "Because of the strong smell of the silver camphor, we ignored the second smell that had been following us. And because I lived with Augustus for a while, I got used to the smell of dragons, so I didn't take this faintly discernible smell to heart. But we can ignore this smell, but some creatures can't. So I'm not sure if there's any Ambergris in this forest, but I'm sure that there's a dragon that most people don't know about, and it's very likely to be an Earth Dragon. Because from the treetops, I saw traces of what I suspected to be a Drake on the eastern slope. I don't know if my conjecture is correct. "
Her last question was directed at the young man she was pressing down.
Don't be fooled by the Dark Elf's slender and delicate appearance. In fact, the muscles hidden beneath also had considerable strength. At least, the person being pressed down couldn't break free. He had to use all his strength to squeeze the air out of his lungs and make a sound. He said sternly, "Duke Carvey has long been dissatisfied with everything that mage has done. Today, in order to remove his wings, I'm willing to pay the price with my life! "
The young man's words frightened everyone in the Grand Duke's team of craftsmen. Even the old craftsman, who was the apprentice, was shocked. He tried to explain to Uzov, "President Gantia, this matter is completely false! The Grand Duke never gave such an order. "
"Hahaha, old man, you've been abandoned by Duke Carvey. Of course, you don't have the right to know this kind of secret." The young man laughed arrogantly.
The old craftsman, however, had a pained expression. He wanted to persuade his apprentice, but he still turned to look at Uzov. "President Gantia, you see …" Before he could finish, he was interrupted.
Uzov said: "Master, I believe that this isn't the Grand Duke's intention, but rather someone else. … "
"Yes, sir. Do you think we should …"
"… But who is the person behind this, I have to find out. Even if today's action is to deal with the people of the Association of Craftsmen or my boss, I need to find out more about this. Therefore, I can't give you the person. If the Grand Duke's deacons or guards ask for it, I have no objection and will certainly give him back. But you're just craftsmen, you're not good at this kind of thing. Leave it to us, the professionals. Don't interfere. "
Uzov interrupted the old craftsman twice because he didn't want to be nice to the servants of these noble people. There were always people who thought that by climbing up to a higher branch, they would become a person of that level and look down on people who worked hard at the bottom like themselves.
Although the attitude of the old craftsman in front of him wasn't obvious, but his sense of superiority couldn't be erased. Now, he still wants to protect his apprentice. Uzov just found it funny.
Seeing that the old craftsman was unwilling to give up and still wanted to say something, Uzov interrupted him for the third time, saying: "Master, maybe you still don't know our situation. What I want to tell you is, don't worry about this kid, don't worry about that blockhead. We should run for our lives. Run with all our might. If you continue to talk nonsense, you'll be wasting our time to run. "
"What … what do you mean?" The old craftsman asked, puzzled.
Suddenly, there was a deafening roar, and the people present trembled with fear. The more timid ones directly collapsed and sat on the ground.
On the top of the mountain, the Earth Dragon appeared!
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