Seven stickmen who are not afraid of death... What exactly is this trying to say?

I don't understand.

When I turned my head to look at the next mural, and tried to find an answer, I was furious - it was his grandmother's gone!

I really wanted to draw a knife on the spot and chop the guy depicting the mural into potato chips.

Without the frescoes, I lost the interest of staying in the sixth cave, and walked out of the cave and entered the eighth cave next to it.

Like the fourth and sixth caves, it was hot and quiet, and there was a lifeless breath in the air.

More than ten meters into the hole, I stopped in front of a puddle of dark soil.

Is this another trap?

I thought, my arm straightened, and I carefully handed out the knife and gently probed it with the tip of the knife, trying to stay as far away from the dirt as possible, so as to save some unexpected situation for a while.

After stabbing it several times, I found that the dark dirt was the same as the usual ground, very compact, and it was not a deep pit, so I breathed a sigh of relief and ruled out a possibility.

Although it is certain that it is not a deep pit, it is not certain that there will be explosives buried underneath, or that someone has sprinkled poison on the dirt to let it slowly evaporate on its own.

"But if it's explosives, I just inserted so many times myself, it should have exploded.."

I didn't know much about explosives, so I scratched my head and thought, "It shouldn't be explosives." ”

I affirmed myself again, and then, picking up a darker clod of earth with the tip of my knife, slowly brought it under my nose, and stirred it slightly with my hand, so that the faint smell of the clod of dirt drifted into my nose in small amounts, and sniffed out what it was without being tricked.

After smelling it for a while, I frowned, how could this faint smell be so familiar, fishy and smelly, as if it was. Blood!

Could it be that there was a battle here?

My brain was spinning rapidly, analyzing what might happen: there must have been a battle that wasn't fierce, after all, the blood on the ground was only the largest in this stall, and the rest were only scattered scattered, and judging from the direction of the bloodstains, they should not have left the cavern, but went deeper into the depths.

If they are not bandaged in time, but instead go deeper, there are only two possibilities: first, they are attacked by demonized bats; Second, they are hunted down by other adventurers.

Although I have fought with demonized bats and killed dozens of them, I can't say that I understand their living habits, and I don't dare to determine whether they have a penchant for chasing prey, after all, those demonized bats that have attacked me have been killed by me without leaving a single one...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh, and secretly said that I was still too anxious, and I should play more tricks, sorry, I made a mistake, but I need to know more about this kind of monster flying around.

Perhaps, Old Patch's niece was one of those who were hunted down.

In this way, either they are still hiding in the depths of the cavern, fighting their opponents, or they have been completely wiped out by their opponents and their bodies have been disposed of.

In short, life is to see people, death to see corpses, since I promised Old Patch, after all, I want to give him an answer.

After making up your mind, you will hold the sword with your right hand, and always hold the handle of the knife with your left hand, slow down, slow down, reduce your voice, increase your vigilance, and always pay attention to the abnormalities around your body.

In the face of an unknown number of gangs that are very likely to be corpse thieves, the best way is to always be vigilant and beware of accidents.

I hadn't taken a few steps before I suddenly shook my head with some remorse: I forgot to ask Old Patch about his niece's name and strength.

It's so bad, how can I forget all the questions I should ask?

I secretly scolded myself for being stupid, but I couldn't do anything about it, I can't go back now and ask again, being surrounded by enemies, more than a second will be more dangerous, who knows if they will be wiped out in the process of my coming and going.

In short, be careful in everything, with my strength, even if I can't really fight, I can always escape.

Lowering my body as low as I could, I slowly walked through the dimly lit cavern.

Twenty or thirty paces forward, a deep pit appeared in front of my eyes, crept over, poked my head out and looked in, and in the dim light, a vague mass lay at the bottom of the pit, but I could not make out what it was.

Lighting a torch is impossible, and God knows where the diggers are hiding now, especially in this dimly lit environment, and a bright light is undoubtedly equivalent to telling them: there are people in the trap, your evil deeds have been exposed, come and kill me.

I wouldn't do this kind of thing that lacks common sense and knowledge.

But lighting a flint is a different story.

Once the flint is ignited, the sparks that burst out in an instant, although brighter, are fleeting, with this firelight, I can see what is under the trap, and at the same time, it will not attract the attention of the other party, after all, it is only a momentary thing, as long as it is not close, even if I see it, I will only think it is an illusion.

He made up his mind, took out the flint, rubbed it violently, and there was a soft stabbing sound, and the sparks staggered, and a light that was not strong lit up instantly, and in just a moment, it dimmed, dimmed, and permeated again, as if that momentary light had never happened.

My brow furrowed, silently put away the flint, the hand holding the knife, clenched tighter, and in my eyes, the coldness gradually rose: under the trap, there was a person.

It was a man, not much older, but very young.

He was short, but his arms and legs were so strong that at a glance he was a trained dwarf.

Before, he may have been very bold, a good drinker, and loved to sing, but now, everything is over - he is dead.

The sharp bamboo pole pierced him through it, pierced his strong thighs, pierced his strong chest, and pierced his throat.

The blood had not yet congealed, and in the flash of firelight, it still shone with a fresh luster.

Dwarves are a group of people living in Castle Vechic, although I don't know why he came to Eri City, but these are not important, what is important is that he died in Eri City.

Some people may say that there are many dwarves who die in Ari City, and if there is one more, what kind of wave will it set off?

It is true that there are many people from other races who died in Ari City, but most of them were killed by the monsters of the dungeon, and there were very few who died so wildly.

Everyone knows that the monsters on the thirteenth layer are a group of guys flying around, and this kind of trap will be aimed at nothing but people walking on the ground!

This is either a deliberate murder or a premeditated pursuit.

Although I still don't know what his identity is, I have a vague feeling of uneasiness, and I want to move in my heart, could this be a conspiracy?