When Barovu walked across the street, he could still smell the smell of dust mixed in the cold air. It was the smell of dust raised when a big tree hit the wooden roof house from the sky. It was the smell of fear that residents tasted in their mouths when they raised their heads and looked at the black shadows in the sky.

"The monster just threw a big tree into the city and immediately retreated back to the hill," said Grace, who was following Barrowfu, in a deep voice. "It seems that he was just planning to test our reality and reality." Behind him was the hammer left by Longjak, but the Duke from the Stone Fort replaced him with a new hammer handle. Now he has taken over Longjak's position in the guild. After hearing that he had caught the monster with Drake, his people in the guild immediately rose a lot. After all, no one knows the dangers of the monster better than the members of the Iron Chain Knights.

"Are you testing the truth?" Barrowfu pointed his chin slightly. Although Drake had warned him many times not to treat trolls as brainless monsters, it was very strange to treat them as creatures of equal wisdom.

When the monster's surprise attack began in the morning, the Nei Castle immediately sent people to evacuate the people in this area. In other words, has the Nei Castle already made detailed plans? Barolwufu understood the Duke of Jin Falls' actions, but it was as if he had already prepared for failure and was a little disappointed.

Because of the personnel and the evacuation, there are no residents around here. In addition to the craftsmen players, there are also guards and mercenaries who help craftsmen players carry materials, as well as members of the Iron Chain Knights like Barrowfu. They are uniformly wearing the brown cloak of the Iron Chain Knights, and the left chest is covered with the chain shield badge of the Iron Chain Knights. From a distance, the neat team still has a certain deterrent power, which makes those who covet the trucks of supplies they escort only dare to wait and see from a distance. But Barrowfu knows that this deterrent power is meaningless, because for the monsters, they will kill you no matter what color of cloak you wear.

"His Excellency Barov!" A man shouted at the team of the Iron Chain Knights from afar, "His Excellency Barov!"

The tall Barolf looked in the direction of the man. It was a house smashed by a big tree. The guards and many mercenaries were helping to dig together, and there were many craftsmen around him. The person who called for him was a strong blacksmith. Barolf knew him and turned his head to Grace and said, "Come with me." Then he looked at the team of sixty people behind him, "You keep moving forward! Transport the supplies to the mercenary camp as soon as possible!" Barolf shouted loudly, and after that, he took Grace and walked towards the group of craftsmen surrounding the smashed house.

When Barolwu approached, he saw the blacksmith's blush and sloppy beard on his face. "Rion, are you drinking again?" Barolwu said jokingly, and before the blacksmith could answer, he immediately looked at their work site, "Are you collecting materials?"

"Huh?" Ryan also turned around and looked at it, as if he was drunk, but his eyes were still sharp. "Oh, that's it. After all, there is no way to go outside the city. If you can't collect materials, you can't make the city guard equipment. We were smashed in the attack this morning," Ryan raised his hand and made a fall gesture, "It fell down like this and hit the bull's-eye."

"Can it be repaired?" Barrowfu asked seriously, "After all, every city-guarding crossbow is indispensable for us now."

"Let us craftsmen find a way to find a way," the blacksmith shrugged. "Anyway, there is nothing to do if you are anxious. Speaking of which, what are you transporting? Have your chain Knights' inventory has not been emptied yet?"

After hearing the blacksmith's words, Barolwu raised his thick eyebrows slightly, but he was not angry because of the other party's rude words. "We transported the fish oil transported by Langshi Town. Now we are doing errands for the Duke."

"Fish oil?" the blacksmith nodded slightly, "No wonder those guys plan to build a slashing machine."

"Take?" Grace couldn't help but make a puzzled voice.

"Hmm? Yes, trencher," blacksmith Ryan looked at Grace drunk, "Because we heard that monsters have mud shells as hard as stones, we craftsmen decided to make crossbows that can penetrate the shells of monsters. However, the barracks in the city seemed to be planning to make catapults. Because the progress was slow, they sent several people to help. They thought they were going to demolish the house and then throw stones to smash the monsters. Unexpectedly, it was fish oil."

"But compared to the catapult, the crossbow cannon is indeed more effective. After all, fish oil is quite expensive," Ryan shrugged. "Our volley shot this morning worked. A giant monster was pierced by a crossbow arrow as thick as an arm, and was nailed to the hillside. But in the end, it was rescued by its monster family. Although we think that playing should be dead, after all, it was pierced, but we are not sure, after all, it is a monster."

Then there was a burst of exclamation in the direction of the smashed house. Barolwufu and the others immediately looked over there. Several people hurriedly avoided it. A tree three or four meters high, three or four meters tall, slowly fell down. Those who stood so close could feel the ground shaking. If those people hadn't run away as early as possible, they might have been pressed down. "Is such a big tree?" Gris exclaimed, "Can those monsters really throw such a big thing into the city?!"

Barrowf immediately became silent after hearing Grace's exclamation. He looked at Leon and found that Leon's expression also became serious because of Grace's words. "When it comes to this, someone has indeed witnessed it today..." Uncle Leon deliberately lowered the volume.

"What did you witness?" Grace asked curiously, who didn't notice the atmosphere.

"I witnessed a giant monster about ten meters high," Uncle Ryan's words made Gris open his mouth wide, but Ryan moved his eyes from him to Barolwufu, who was as serious as himself. "The guards on the wall call that guy-"

"King of the Trolls."

...

"I'm serious! I really didn't hear anything!"

Joel looked at the man who was surrounded by other mercenaries, with his back against the stone wall, and his face showed a look of at a loss. Joel was over the age of gloating about such people, so he was more concerned about the scene inside the door. The bodies of three tragic mercenaries seemed to escape from the deep tomb, but they were killed by something in front of the exit, and the most bizarre thing was-

"How is it possible?! Aren't you leaning against the door? You were the closest to them at that time!" A man pointed to the three corpses inside the door and asked loudly, "How could you not hear any sound?!"

Although some people wanted to go in and take their bodies out for inspection, because Anthony asked everyone not to get close to the door, people consciously opened a distance from the ominous black door.

"I really didn't hear it!" The man looked at his accomplices, "You were nearby, were you? You didn't hear any sounds, right?!"

The people hesitated immediately. They had taken out weapons to threaten Joel and Anthony, but they were surrounded by others at this moment. Their suspicious eyes made them nervous. "Maybe... I'm not always by the door, so it's possible to hear..." One person replied, and then he looked at his accomplices, "But after those three people entered, you've been leaning against the door..."

"What do you mean?" The man suddenly became excited, "I said I didn't hear anything!"

"Are you deaf?!" One of the strong men who had been responsible for pushing open the iron gate roared at the man. The sudden roar in the narrow tunnel made the man stunned. He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only turn his helpless eyes to Anthony.

"You're almost done," Joel sighed and said to Anthony.

"Hmm? Ahhh, it's almost done," Anthony held back his smile, and then returned to his daily calm. "It's really deaf," he said loudly, and everyone else looked over.

"So I didn't..." The man seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"Everyone is deaf." Anthony's words made everyone stunned.

"What does it mean?" asked a calm mercenary.

"Everyone, listen, the place we are in now is the tomb, the territory of the god's 'silent black god'. You can't make loud noises here. No, no, no, there is no sound at all, because the black god is the 'declared silence', and the realm here can also be said to be the 'silent realm', not necessarily." Anthony raised his voice and said, as if he didn't care about the "black god" he mentioned. "And on this side," he pointed to the black gate behind him, "If my judgment is correct, from here, it has been completely turned into a copy."

Everyone around immediately exclaimed.

“Copy?!”

"You mean this door is the entrance to the copy?!"

"Didn't it mean the dungeon is in the dungeon deep in the tomb?"

"Everyone, quiet, listen to me." Anthony raised his voice again. "The enemy is right in front of this black door. Although it is a bit unkind to say this, it is thanks to these unlucky people," he said, pointing at the three corpses. "They stepped on the mine for us. If we continued to hold the idea of ​​'Black City is the beginning of the dungeon' from the beginning, we might suffer a great loss."

Anthony's words made everyone around him serious. The horror atmosphere spread when the door was opened just now was replaced by a more solemn atmosphere. People began to think about it, or whispered to discuss something with their accomplices.

Anthony looked at the people around him, then looked at Joel, and then he said loudly: "Maybe this tactic is considered clever and can exchange for intelligence with the lowest loss - if you don't know the information, you may indeed lose more manpower. Do you agree with this tactic?"

The people around him fell silent, they looked at Anthony in a gloomy mood, and the atmosphere became dangerous. Without urging, Joel knew that they all agreed with Anthony's statement, but they still couldn't agree with this tactic because they couldn't be sure: Could the person who exchanged information be himself?

Although the mercenaries would not really die, they were still afraid of death no matter what. Joel couldn't help but think.

"It seems that I don't want to." Anthony lowered his voice. "I understand, but please remember that you have chosen to give up this 'tactic' by yourself. Don't go back and come and mention it to me after entering the dungeon." After that, Anthony looked at Joel beside him and signaled him to follow him, "Let's think about other ways first. Before that, please look at this door, don't let anyone enter, and don't let the things inside come out."

Anthony's last sentence made the atmosphere heavier, and then Joel followed Anthony in the direction they had come before.

"You want to find that nun?" Joel asked in a low voice.

"Well, after all, she is a professional. If you can get her help, it may be very different." Anthony replied in a low voice.

"Professional?" Joel said calmly, unable to hear his opinion of Anthony from his tone, and Anthony himself did not want to delve into it.

The echo of footsteps temporarily overwhelmed the whispers of the surrounding mercenaries. Because the corridor of the tomb was too narrow, they could only stand against the walls. However, because there were grooves on the walls on both sides of the walls, they were not willing to get too close, so that the already very narrow corridor seemed even narrower. Anthony and Joel were shuttled between the mercenaries one by one, which was obviously very difficult.

When Anthony brought Joel to the old nun's position, Anthony found that the number of people had increased again, and it was obviously much faster than the previous frequency of people. He was a little surprised because the person who first proposed the suggestion of "entering groups to enter the dungeon to avoid arousing suspicion of the guards and the church" was Anthony, and the others agreed, but the plan had obviously changed at this moment, and Anthony was a little confused about it.

"What happened outside?" Anthony asked by holding someone. Although Anthony was not sure if this person had just come in or had come before him, his expression made Anthony mind very much, it was a nervous and uneasy expression.

The man hesitated for a moment, and then he spoke out the news that made Anthony and Joel become uneasy: "They are new to come in and the giants are coming."

"There's no time." Anthony subconsciously looked at the old nun next to him, and then walked up quickly.

"There's no time," he repeated, "we need your help."

The old nun raised his head slightly and asked in a sharp voice: "What can I do, a blind old lady, Mr. Drake?"

"It's fine anyway, we need your knowledge," Anthony paused, then took a deep breath before saying, "We need the help of the Black God. Something appeared in the deep tomb, or they killed three of my subordinates."

The old nun showed a look of surprise when he heard Anthony's words, but Joel, who was watching from the side, sneered disdainfully. The old fox, she could definitely hear the noise before. "This kind of thing happened," the old nun's voice was incredibly surprised, "Black God is here, what's going on? I just heard... the giant monster has come to attack Golden Waterfalls?"

"God, what's going on?" the old nun let out a wailing prayer.

As soon as Anthony was about to say something, Joel had already walked over and grabbed her. His movements were so rough that several other mercenaries around him wanted to stop him. How could this old nun be an old man?

"Will you help us?" Joel asked coldly in a hoarse and ugly voice, "Are you going to say that what you said to Hemi before is a complete lie, Sister Nanan?"

The old nun did not make a sound when Joel pulled the collar of the restroom woman's robe. A solemn expression appeared on her face. It was not until she finally sighed slightly that Joel let go of her collar. She took a step back as if she had lost her balance. Fortunately, there was a stone pillar behind her, and Anthony hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

"Okay, I understand, I will help you." said the restroom woman lightly, "but my tools are all in the room."

"Hey!" The mercenary who had been listening to each other before finally couldn't help but speak, "It's not a trap, right? As soon as she is let go, she will call the church people down or something?"

"What? So you are afraid of me as blind old woman." Sister Nannan faced the direction of the mercenary, and her words made the mercenary open his mouth and unable to speak. In the end, she could only show an impatient expression and shouted:

"Forget it! You'll just shout it anyway. Then the church people are just the ones who are unlucky."

Ignoring their conversation, Anthony asked quickly, "Where is the house you mentioned?"

"I know where, come with this old nun on his back." Joel said, and ignored Anthony's direction when they came. Although this place was like a maze, Joel had been here two or three times after all. He was still very good at the path he had walked through memory.

"Do you know?" Anthony was surprised at first, then hesitated, "Come on his back?"

"Then I'm really embarrassed, I'm in trouble." The old nun looked completely dissatisfied.

"Uh." Although he looked reluctant, Anthony finally bowed his body and let the old man climb onto his back. Her body was unexpectedly light, which made Anthony breathe a sigh of relief, which also allowed him to barely follow Joel's footsteps.

Although the mercenaries were curious where they were going.
Chapter completed!