The scorching sun at noon tore through the clouds and shone on the Mahakam Mountains.
The group of people walked in the snow, winding all the way to the west of Black Creek Valley.
After climbing over a mountain peak, the view becomes wider.
A huge open-pit mine quietly appeared in front of you.
Even though hundreds of years have passed, traces of former dwarf mining can still be seen.
The huge annular mining platform relies on the mountain and extends downward layer by layer.
But after seeing the creatures walking in the mine, everyone's breath stopped.
"Oh my god----"
The dwarves, who had always been bold and generous, were all dumbfounded at this moment, with fear lingering in their hearts.
Brouver The great elder clenched the hammer in his hand.
"Too many, damn plague, there are just too many of these monsters."
Arwen lowered his gaze. Wherever he passed, there were densely packed monsters.
Ghoul, Nekker, these are small roles.
There are even vampire creatures like Fleder wandering around.
In the mines being mined, the figure of Troll will also come out.
This is not a mine, it is completely a devil's cave.
Brouver gritted his teeth and said, "Blizzard, how could these monsters come out of such a big place? Look at this mine, there is no room for them at all."
"Great Elder, what should we do now?"
"Shall we just follow the platform and lead the monster out bit by bit like before?" said a slightly younger dwarf.
But these words were quickly overturned by the older dwarf.
"No, there are too many monsters here. I have come here so many times for cleaning, and I have never seen so many monsters. If this is really the case, our physical strength will definitely not be able to support it."
"Hmm----" A dwarf who looked a little smarter suddenly said, "How about we blow the horn, bury the mine with an avalanche, and clean up the monsters bit by bit?"
"No, didn't you see? There are Shaelmaar and Boulder there. They are better at digging holes than us. If they are buried in the snow, they will not make any sound. If our people step into its trap, there will be no return."
The dwarves lowered their voices and kept discussing countermeasures.
Without realizing it, the demon hunter had already walked out of the team.
Brouver noticed him and hurriedly lowered his voice and shouted, "Witcher, where are you going? Come back quickly!"
In his understanding, even a demon hunter cannot solve this demon cave alone.
Even if we bring in all the School of the Wolf demon hunters who have become famous recently, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist them. We need to discuss countermeasures and be cautious.
"Come back quickly, are you deaf? It's dangerous ahead!"
Arwen ignored it and kicked the pebbles next to his feet with his boots.
The stones rolled down the platforms, as if they were falling into calm water, making a series of hissing sounds.
This sudden movement suddenly attracted the attention of the monster in the mine.
"Ho ho ho----"
The first ones discovered were Ghoul and Nekker.
They twitched their noses, raised their heads, and looked at the position of Arwen.
The corners of the rotten mouth were cracked, revealing gray-yellow teeth, and fresh fluid continued to fall.
A bloodthirsty look appeared in his dead eyeballs.
"Roar!"
Nekker, who was closest to Arwen, hunched over, opened his claws, and let out a scream. Then his legs exerted force on the heavy snow, and he rushed towards Arwen's position crazily.
Brouver When the great elder saw this, he couldn't care so much anymore. He let out a dwarf war cry and called the dwarves to get ready.
But Arwen made a stop motion for them.
He leaned forward slightly, the strong wind on the mountain peak swept over his black robe, the wind and snow were flying, and in an instant, the figure disappeared from the spot.
When he reappeared, Arwen's palm was already clasped on Nekker's ferocious face.
The five fingers were embedded in the muscles, and a dark green luster flowed from the fingertips, and threads penetrated into Nekker's head and eye sockets.
In an instant, the flesh and blood was rotted away.
[Rotthorn Toxin].
Nekker Before he even had time to scream, a bloodshot appeared in his dead eyeball. The blood spread quickly and spread all over the whites of his eyes. Soon, the bloodshot seemed to come alive and began to squirm, glowing with dark green light spots, like a budding flower, ready to move.
Arwen exerted force on his right arm and threw Nekker's body directly.
[Giant Bloodline] punched out a white wave of air.
"Boom!"
Nekker's body collided with the rushing Ghoul, and the latter was smashed into the snow with it.
Ghoul acted as a meat pad, and the rotten flesh all over the body fell down due to the huge force.
The body of Nekker pressed against him continued to expand.
"Pah!"
The entire body exploded, and a green blood mist swept around, dropping hyphae that were difficult to see with the naked eye.
[Toxin Spores]
Once these hyphae are infected with a monster, they begin to multiply wildly and spread like a virus.
Even a monster like Ghoul, which is extremely resistant to poison, cannot resist the erosion of [Rotthorn Toxin].
In an instant, a series of blood mist exploded like a chain reaction, sweeping across the entire periphery of the mine. The colorful blood mist bloomed densely like fireworks.
When the dwarves standing behind Arwen saw this scene, their eyes widened and their mouths opened wide, showing extremely shocked expressions.
"Oh my god, what kind of witchcraft is this? Or some alchemy tool!"
"It's - it's terrible. The Great Elder is right. The humans under the mountain are really not easy to mess with, especially wizards and demon hunters."
Brouver swallowed, forgetting to take a breath even when the cold wind made his nose run down.
This scene, not to mention the dwarf behind him, even he, the great elder who has lived for five hundred years, has never seen it before.
Looking at the relaxed and carefree look of the demon hunter in front of him, this move full of terrifying lethality is as simple as an ordinary punch.
Arwen clapped his hands, turned around and returned to the dwarf team.
"Okay, let's wait until the poisonous fog in the mine dissipates before we can enter again.
"As for your method being too troublesome, let me take action. It will be more efficient."
Brouver finally came back to his senses after hearing this.
Efficient, this is simply terrifyingly efficient, right?
He didn't dare to think about it now. If he went to war with the demon hunter in front of him, and he threw this poisonous thing into their fortress, the scene would be so tragic.
The dwarves looked at each other without laughing and joking. They all looked at Arwen with great respect, and were more cautious than when they looked at Brouver.
Arwen found a raised rock to sit on and opened the panel.
A series of mutant acquisitions keep popping up.
Hundreds and thousands.
The corresponding talents are also making rapid leaps.
However, the talents of Ghoul and Nekker have already been upgraded to yellow. If you want to upgrade them again, you will need tens of thousands of talents.
However, there are a few Giant Centipede and Fleder, which have been upgraded by [Crouching Ambush] and [Blood Intuition].
And Boulder.
A monster that is no different from a stone, but when it senses that a creature is approaching, it will suddenly widen its eyes and stare at the opponent with malice.
As time passed, nearly thirty of these Boulder were directly killed by the poison.
A talent of [Rock Defense] was given.
With your thoughts, you can harden any part of your body and absorb the impact of power, including magic.
Arwen looked down, had a bold idea, and then smiled helplessly.
The explosion caused by [Toxin Spores] lasted for nearly half an hour before it subsided.
The dwarves stuck their heads out and looked at Davor Bottomless Pit. The smell of rotting blood filled the sky.
This horrifying and bloody scene made even these fighting nations feel their stomachs churn and find it difficult to accept it.
Arwen stood up, swept his mental energy over, and then spoke.
"It's almost there. There are only a few monsters left outside and they won't bother us. We can go in."
Brouver wore the golden crown on his head and became more and more cautious.
He now even suspected that the demon hunter in front of him was the illegitimate son of the God of Plague, otherwise he would not be able to explain what he was seeing.
Under the leadership of Brouver, Arwen and his party officially entered Davor Bottomless Pit.
The howling cold wind was blocked by the thick rock formations, and was replaced by humid air and an extremely fishy smell.
Arwen has long been used to this.
The dwarves were also prepared in advance, taking out cotton towels and wearing them in front of their noses to filter the gas.
Brouver took out one piece and handed it to Arwen.
The latter did not refuse and put it on.
As for the structure inside the mine, even though it has been occupied by monsters for nearly two hundred years, Great Elder Brouver is still familiar with it.
"Now we are in the shallow layer of the mine, and we can already see some iron ore."
Arwen glanced over, Alchemy Perception triggered, the quality of these iron ores is surprisingly high.
No wonder, Brouver was reluctant to seal the mine.
Even if there are monsters, digging a few pieces after annual cleaning is enough to deal with them.
This is just a superficial level, I don't dare to think about the deeper level.
However, Arwen noticed something.
There are obvious traces of excavation around these iron mines, which were left by the dwarves in the past.
However, there are no traces of chiseling on the exposed iron ore. Was it because you didn't like it at first?
No, absolutely not.
With the money-grubbing nature of the dwarves, he would never let it go.
This can only show that these iron ores had not yet appeared when they were first mined.
"Witcher, let's go deeper. This place has been ruined by these monsters and is full of feces. It really stinks."
Arwen quickly looked away, pretending not to notice anything.
"Let's go."
Brouver turned around, ordered someone to light a torch, and walked cautiously towards the depths.
Along the way, Arwen's perception continued to spread to the surroundings.
The deeper you go, the more frightening the scenes around the mine tunnel become.
As for the dwarves beside him, all of them were breathing rapidly and their expressions were full of fanaticism.
Under the illumination of the torch, dark blue light was constantly exposed on both sides, which was the top frost iron ore.
There are also those pure silvery lusters, which are extremely high-quality silver mines and are also associated mines from which Mithril was born.
In addition to these, there are also garnets, chrysoberyls, agates, and grandmothers exposed outside the rock crevices - each of them exudes a magnificent color, enough to drive people into complete madness.
Arwen's mouth curled up under the face mask, becoming more and more interested in what was hidden underneath.
It is not safe to enter the mine.
The outside world belongs to Ghoul and Nekker.
Inside are a large number of monitor lizards, centipedes, and Boulder who are good at camouflage.
But under the leadership of Arwen, these are not problems.
Suddenly, the passage shook violently, and rocks rolled down one after another.
A monster shaped like a rockery rushed out from the depths of the passage.
Its entire body is covered with black carapace, like pieces of protruding rocks, which can block attacks from any ordinary weapons.
The eyes hidden under the rock scales have deteriorated, but along with it comes its super hearing.
Through sound waves, it can sense movement miles away.
The stout four legs are sharp, rhombus-shaped, and have barbs.
This monster is extremely difficult to deal with, has amazing defense, amazing strength, and is also good at hiding underground.
If it suddenly emerged from the ground, it would definitely be able to disembowel someone.
"Shaelmaar, it's Shaelmaar!"
The dwarves shouted, raised their shields, and stood ready.
Shaelmaar curled up, like a roaring chariot, rolling over at high speed and hitting the dwarf's shield.
"Boom!"
A thunderous sound echoed in the mine.
If it were an ordinary human army, it would have been smashed to pieces by this impact.
But the dwarves relied on their physical talents to grit their teeth and endure it.
Arwen pinched Signs with his right hand, and placed a Yrden Sign on the road that Shaelmaar must pass.
Six purple beams of light enveloped Shaelmaar, and the flexible chariot suddenly stopped.
Arwen took the Mahakam war spear from the dwarf's hand and quickly came to Shaelmaar.
The sharp spear tip penetrated Shaelmaar's lips and went down his throat, dripping with blood.
With a twist of the wrist, the spiral force directly strangled Shaelmaar's walnut-sized brain into pulp.
"Roar----"
Shaelmaar fell to the ground, a monster like an earth dragon, and was killed in an understatement.
When the dwarves saw this, they became a little numb.
Arwen glanced towards the depths of the forked road in the mine.
There are more Shaelmaar entrenched there.
"Don't waste your energy disturbing them and go deeper."
Brouver hummed, "Come on, follow this road down, and you can reach the deepest point of our dwarves' excavation."
As you go deeper, the number of monsters becomes less and less.
Arwen didn't take it seriously. With so many Shaelmaar guarding there, it would be difficult for even a giant dragon to break in.
It is normal for there to be fewer and fewer monsters.
Suddenly, the originally narrow passage suddenly became wider.
Brouver raised the torch and looked around in the dim light of the fire, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Who did this--how is this possible!?"
Arwen also stepped forward quickly, his eyes narrowed.
In the field of vision, a huge passage appeared at the end of the mine.
This channel is very smooth, just like it was dug by a shield machine.
Brouver swallowed his saliva, "Be kind to all living beings, this is not something we dug out with pickaxes. How much time will it take to build such a big mine? Thirty years? No! Fifty years!"
"What is going on here?"