Scales of Eternal Order

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Under the arrangement of Ques, the adventure squad enters the Core Zone of the Tower of Soul Bound. Even if no one raised any questions, several others knew at this time that the final outcome of this “stealth game” was doomed: either a complete success or a complete failure.

Because no matter how cautiously he evaluates the strength of the young blue dragon, Jarlaxle believes that the probability of the latter is infinitely close to zero, so he has nothing to worry about at this time.

Marsh Fezzak has no opinion on the current adventure. Because this orc originally hoped to be able to make some big moves, if he succeeds, he will not only be promoted within the honor system established by the Chamber of Commerce, but also may be inherited from the Fezak family.

Underground Digger Grindo Qianzhongyan is a believer of Moradin and Dumathoin. He is a warrior who lives to guard and fight. Death cannot make him feel afraid. Compared to investigations, directly defeating the conspiracy of the drow and the devil is actually more in line with his taste.

As for Calder, it’s mainly curiosity. This big framer, at this moment, is thinking about whether he can see some novel traps in this soul-binding tower. This emotion of fear rarely appears in the minds of halflings. They are a race that is full of life and is always driven by curiosity. Therefore, at certain specific times, they will always show a kind of almost reckless bravery.

At this moment, the goal of the adventure squad is the same.

They moved quickly at the bottom of the Tower of Soul Bound, and continued toward the deeper darkness, which was the core of the entire magic tower.

Moreover, it does not seem to be difficult, because there are heavy shadows, no guards are present, and the ding from the outer construction site is enough to overwhelm any noise.

No drow family would expect a surprise attack, or that no Mistress would be willing to participate in the construction activities organized by the blasphemy priests when they were busy with the military and military operations. Therefore, the safety precautions of the Tower of Bound Soul are not In the strongest state.

“There.” Jarlaxle whispered, and leaned against the wall to the foyer of the courtyard building with a few people.

Calder touches the stone gate to check if there are any traps (although he thinks any traps set here will be magic traps, they may not be discovered until they detonate in front of them, but he still has to try). To his surprise, the door suddenly rose up and concealed in a crack in the upper part, opening the entrance, revealing a narrow and dim corridor.

He looked back at his teammate suspiciously, shrugged, and said that there should be no other traps—at least in this hallway there must be none—and then strode in, as if he was good at playing with pufferfish. The chef, the great architect, will always be the first to try personally after removing the trap.

However, they did not relax for long.

Suddenly there was a loud guttural call, perhaps questioning them. Suddenly a humanoid monster appeared in front of a few people. This huge humanoid creature was covered with tendons. It was seven feet high and five feet wide as a corridor. He came from the other side of the corridor, almost completely blocking the already dim light. His big head and distinctive bull-like head all show his identity.

“This is not a trap,” the halfling defended in a low voice, and then slumped to the end of the team. Dealing with this kind of trap that is not a trap is not what he is good at, especially when there is no time to arrange the trap.

The other members of the adventure squad didn’t blame Calder, and dealing with Ox Head Man is indeed not the job of the great architect. Moreover, in the absence of any good equipment, killing such a monster is actually not worth seeing.

“He was asking for a password,” Jarlaxle whispered.

“Do you know?” Ques asked.

The mercenary leader took off his hat in a little embarrassment and scratched his bald head-the time for the spell item has come, and he has changed from the Mistress of the Metz Barrettanna family back to his original image-“Even if it is Dayet mercenary group, it is impossible to find out everything.”

“Look at me,” the orc druid said, and then walked towards the Ox Head Man first.

“Eustin-Bebo…Eustin-Bebo-Yuru…Doss,” Marsh Fezak stammered as he shook the bag on his belt to clink. “Dost?”

Ox Head Man took a half step back and raised his bull’s head.

“What is he talking about?” Calder asked Ques in a low voice. In his opinion, since this gunman has the status of an investigator of the Chamber of Commerce, he must be very knowledgeable.

“I don’t know either.” The young Blue Dragon honestly admitted, because the words of Ox Head Man that the orcs said were too bad, almost without the preface, but he thought he had just mentioned “gifts”. The word.

Marsh Fezak gave Ox Head Man a gift. When he was close enough to the monster, he took out a straw from his belt. Ox Head Man looked towards the orc druid with some doubts. He originally thought this little green-skinned man was going to bribe himself with something good.

“hu~ “

Gently put the straw on the mouth and blow, the steel needle inside shot out. Because he was close enough, he easily pierced the thick skin of Ox Head Man and poured all the liquid in the poison sac into the monster’s body.

Plop… Ziz… Knock…

Ox Head Man tilted his head and collapsed to the ground. The horns on his head made a close contact with the wall, and finally hit a rock and broke into two pieces.

The venom taken from the Dragon Snake Venom Gland of the Dragon Snake is basically a blow to the creatures that are not immune to the paralysis effect. Next, several people adventuring squad encountered several Ox Head Man guards one after another in the passage, all of which were also concocted by Marsh.

Deception—approach—blowing needle… Until the guard became a drow, Marsh’s job was replaced by Jarlaxle.

“Good day, my friend,” the mercenary leader took off his hat and greeted the acquaintance he met. He knew this drow who appeared in front of him. His name was Zhuo Weiqi, who was the maid of the Mistress of the Metz Barrettanna family and was also the martial skill master of his family. However, this Zhuoweiqi is not the kind of drow that Jarlaxle likes.

In fact, Jarlaxle even doubted whether this guy was a real drow.

He stands up to six feet tall, and his strong muscles add up to nearly two hundred pounds. He is the most sturdy dark elf in the wandering clan, and he is also the slender kind that Jarlaxle has seen so far. The largest in the middle.

The difference between this violent martial skill master and other drows is definitely not only in body shape. Jarlaxle is considered to be eccentric, while Zhuoweiqi is frightening (ugly from Zall’s aesthetic point of view).

He cut his white hair short and bundled it with the thick gel extracted from the boil of Rosmon’s **. A silver ring passed through Zhuo Weiqi’s angular nose, and a gold pin protruded from each side of his cheek.