The sky was dark and gloomy, with dark clouds swirling like a whirlpool, thick gravel, and grayish-yellow Buckthorns growing in the sky.
This was the unique feature of the Grey Dwarf settlement.
Although the Grey Dwarves had the word 'Dwarf' in their name, they were actually very different from Dwarves. In the Lord of the Rings world, the Dwarves, the Grey Dwarves and the Hobbits were all no taller than a metre, but their differences were very obvious. They were very similar to the Dwarves, Goblins and Gnomes in the World of Warcraft.
The most distinctive features of the Duergar were their flaring ears, their unkempt hair, and their wicked, biting smiles. Due to their long years of living in this bitter and cold place, even the young Grey Dwarves had deep wrinkles on their faces. Their flesh and blood had an unpleasant stench, and even their souls were twisted and broken. They were completely useless to the creatures of darkness. This was the only reason why they could survive here and interact with the creatures of darkness.
Sheyan walked into the Grey Dwarf camp with a gloomy face. Obviously, this terrible massacre had happened for some time. The rotten smell filled the camp. It could be seen that all the Grey Dwarves had put up a resistance. Although it didn't seem to be of much use, the final expression on their faces was one of fear and panic.
On the ankles and backs of the corpses of the Grey Dwarves, Sheyan found very strange scratches, frostbites, penetrating wounds, and in addition, there were also wounds caused by explosions and shrapnel. Franklin used an 'Evocation Detection' ability to tell Sheyan that there was a very chaotic aura of magic disturbance here.
Sheyan then noticed that there was a strange but exuberant vitality in the surroundings of the Grey Dwarf settlement. Sparse plants began to grow sporadically. Strangely, these plants didn't grow in the places where the corpses fell. Logically speaking, the environment here should be more nutritious, but they appeared in some unreliable sporadic areas.
"I know who did this." Sheyan straightened up and said indifferently.
"It's that guy from the Stockholm Party, Drogba! Only his high-tier ability, Misty Prison, could imprison these goblins and kill them all without exception! It seems that the item I extorted from him must be very precious. It really made this guy's heart ache. In order to vent his anger, he came here to do such a thankless task. "
Reef frowned.
"But, how did he know our destination was here?"
Sheyan calmly replied.
"You seem to have forgotten one thing. There are many contestants who entered this world with us to accept the same mission. With the overwhelming strength of the Stockholm Party, it's a piece of cake for them to find out what's going on! "
Franklin suddenly took a deep breath and asked nervously.
"Then, is it possible that he set up a trap here to ambush us?"
Sheyan shook his head.
"This possibility is very small. He must have paid an extra price to continue staying in this world. He should have returned long ago. More importantly, even if he ambushed me, he might not be able to kill me. It's hard to say if he would be killed by me instead."
Reef frowned.
"Then what should we do next?"
Sheyan pondered for a moment.
"Call the guide over. Ask him if there are any other Grey Dwarven settlements nearby."
Franklin called out a few times, but the guide didn't reply. Everyone became nervous because it wasn't impossible for the Stockholm Party to ambush them.
In the end, they found the guide next to an underground cave of the Grey Dwarves. He had indeed died in the hands of the Stockholm Party. A triggered ice magic trap had frozen him into an ice cube. The guide was still half-kneeling on the ground as he searched. His face was filled with greed and ecstasy.
The ice magic trap was placed on the body of the guide who led Drogba here. Sheyan's extraordinary memory allowed him to clearly remember that the guide was called Samomo. He was caught off guard when he died. From the look of surprise on his face, it was clear that he did not expect to be killed at all. The rubies on his chest were still shining in the desert wind. The guide was holding one of the rubies in his hand.
Witnessing such a scene, even an idiot would be able to guess the situation. Out of morality or some other objective, the guide wanted to search for his companion's corpse. Then, he was attracted by the sparkling ruby on the corpse, and reached out his hand to grab it. Instantly, the 'Frost Trap' was triggered.
Although this trap appeared simple, it was an extreme calculation of human nature. It even cut off any possibility of a guide leading them to the next duergar base. Even though Drubal had left this world, his calculations were still so precise. One couldn't help but gasp in admiration at his exceptionally deep scheming.
The party only had about two days left. Forty-eight hours was far from enough for them to return to Eriador and hire another guide. They only had one choice now, which was to use the remaining forty-eight hours to search the surrounding area and see if they were lucky enough to find another Grey Dwarf settlement.
But since their choice was so obvious and narrow, it was hard to say whether Drogba would set up another trap to deal with them. After all, the Stockholm Party's power in the Lord of the Rings world was deeply rooted. They could even mobilize the eight Ringwraiths....
"Let's go back," said Sheyan calmly.
Everyone was taken aback and said,
"Go back where?"
Sheyan calmly replied.
"To Eriador, of course."
Reef choked as he uttered in disbelief.
"But it's too late for us to go back now."
Sheyan calmly replied.
"Who says we're going back? We can't stay here any longer. We have to go now! Drogba must have planned all of this out. Did you guys notice? Most of the corpses of the Grey Dwarves have been gnawed on. Once it gets dark, there might be some terrifying creatures coming to feast on us. "
Franklin smiled and said, "That's right.
"Our main mission didn't mention any punishment if we can't complete it. According to convention, such a default punishment should be to force us back to the Realm. To be able to reach this step, I think we've already overachieved. Losing a little bit of the Realm's reward doesn't mean anything."
Franklin wasn't lying. He was speaking from the bottom of his heart. He believed that his greatest gain in this world was finding a way to get into this party called Ace. Honestly speaking, with Franklin's strength, it wouldn't be difficult for him to join a large party. However, to join a silver party, he had to do so!! He could only say that he had hit the jackpot.
The corners of Sheyan's lips curled into a devilish grin as he said.
"It's a little pessimistic to say that we've failed the mission. I don't think we've reached the end of the road yet. Do you know what I mean? I saw the name of another transfer point in Eriador just now. Maybe we can go there and try our luck. At least Drogba won't be able to reach that far. "
After that, the party rushed back to Eriador with their workhorses at all costs. This time, they exhausted all the workhorses on the way back, squeezing out the remaining 16 hours of their precious 48 hours.
They then went to the transfer point and asked to use it, but they were mercilessly rejected.
The reason was simple. The guide called Rubaba who followed them did not return.
Because there was already a precedent of Samomo not returning, Rubaba's return was treated as a big deal. The party explained that their guide died in an accident, but no one was willing to listen to their explanation. More importantly, these greedy guys had their eyes on the party's wealth. The amount of gems needed to transport the four of them to Isengard was definitely not a small number.
Under such circumstances, Melody was the first to make a move.
She was the first to draw her bow with a clear and swift speed, shooting out two incomparably sharp arrows at the same time. With thump thump thump sounds, they pierced deeply into the body, piercing through the arm of a pitch-black and short fellow in the distance, nailing him to the wooden plank behind him.
The guy let out a mournful scream. The wine bottle in his hand slipped to the ground and shattered into pieces. In the next second, a raging flame rose from the ground and wrapped around him, burning him and making him scream in incomparable pain.
These bastards seemed to have planned this for a long time, they even brought out molotov cocktails. Under the scorching heat of the flames, the one who was shot revealed a cruel expression. He actually sliced off the arrow shaft nailed into his body with a backhand chop. Then he leapt out, rolling a circle on the ground as he loudly shouted.
"Kill these bandits! They tricked our people into going deep into the Gobi Desert and then killed them. They must be believers of darkness."
Under the instigation of this guy, the rest of the indigenous guides roared as they pounced towards the contestants. These people wielded long sabers with thick backs. After leaping up, they slashed down. While not leaving any leeway for themselves, they also left no leeway for their enemies.
Sheyan also had to face the attacks of two indigenous guides at the same time. He completely ignored the slash coming at his head. With a cold glint in his hand, '+ 7 West' pierced straight into the stomach of one of the enemies! After the sharp blade entered the body, Sheyan deliberately made the wound extremely deep! With a long scream, blood and intestines overflowed. It was a ghastly sight!
At the same time, the other indigenous guide slashed at Sheyan's shoulder with his knife, but it was caught by Sheyan's muscles and could not move an inch! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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