The fisherman druid is in another world

Chapter 774

Black Rob had no idea that he was fighting a boss monster, and as a result, he was transformed by Elsa in a different way.

Even if they knew, they wouldn't care. They might even say, "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!"

This wasn't sarcasm, but rather his confirmation that he was the one who would cause big trouble, and that he was at odds with another Night God who was also suspected of causing big trouble. With the underground tribes caught between him and the Night God, was it even possible for them to still think about the peaceful and prosperous days of the past?

He even suspected that Igor had jumped out to cause trouble in advance precisely because of this.

Often, these kinds of people are ultimately seen as paving the way for the true king; they don't want to jump out on their own, but rather they can't take it anymore and have no choice but to jump out and gamble.

To put it bluntly, even he fits this description, except that he has a stronger foundation, so if he really wants to give up, he has some worse options, so he can at least be considered to have choices.

So, while Elsa's analysis may be unreliable, the final conclusion seems to lead to the same conclusion, which is quite amazing.

The Fel Rat was also given a magical fragment when it was caught.

Black Rob felt like he was a magnetic chuck, eagerly handing over these fragments.

"At least this proves that the fragment is unrelated to the epicenter that will inevitably destroy Rolling Stones!"

What he actually wanted to talk about wasn't the ruins of Rolling Stone City, but the secrets buried beneath a much older complex of buildings.

Of course, the epicenter may also be strongly related to the secret. For example, if the core of the secret was forcibly removed, it would trigger a systemic collapse, the process of which would manifest as a major earthquake.

After all, as Black Rob and Elsa moved further away, they gradually realized that compared to the true power of heaven and earth, the earthquake lacked a natural feel in both scale and form.

Noticing the magical fragment in Black Rob's hand, Elsa remarked, "It seems to be... a magic mirror from the Dark Elf race!?"

"A mirror?" Black Rob was surprised.

Elsa then gave a brief explanation.

Black Robb then realized that stereotypes can be deadly.

Mirrors are indeed used for reflecting, but not necessarily for taking pictures; they can also be used to reflect images.

The legendary artifact of the Dark Elf race, the Magic Mirror, does not have a smooth side that can reflect people. Instead, both sides are covered with magical patterns and runes, with only one side being raised to prevent etching. The image it reflects is a portal to a mysterious space.

Well, even if it were a special dimension, Black Robb would have no interest in exploring it, unless it contained a large amount of rare extraordinary resources.

However, this possibility is extremely low. Leaving aside the reasons for hoarding, it is simply inconceivable that it could exist without being used by the God of Nature or used as an emergency treasury by the Ghost Emperor.

In short, Blackrobo doesn't intend to cause any unnecessary trouble at this stage; he wants to complete the deal with Igor first.

After killing the evil giant rat, there were no more notable obstacles on the way.

The only remaining threat is the increasingly frequent and violent geological tremors.

It was like an invincible monster that would surely kill anyone who pounced on it, constantly chasing after them.

This meant that when Black Rob finally escaped with Elsa, he had consumed at least three times the soul power he had during the fierce battle.

In other words, even if he had been fighting fiercely with the enemy all this time, whether it was a large group of enemies or a powerful one, it would only be one-third of what he had lost this time.

It's truly an unusual case that capturing prisoners is much more difficult than killing them. This kind of escort mission, which requires both skill and skill, is not something a human can do. If he hadn't used his extraordinary soul to cheat, and instead had been a true Grandmaster, he simply wouldn't have been able to complete the mission so well.

Elsa, of course, knew how difficult it was, and thanked her repeatedly.

Black Rob grunted and mumbled a few words to get through it. He wasn't doing this to curry favor with Elsa, so when she thanked him, he wasn't interested in replying with "You're welcome."

The logistics team he had mentioned to Elsa earlier was already in place; it consisted of several dwarves.

Of course it's fake. It's perfect for Elsa to test it and see if she can tell the difference between real and fake.

Black Rob was fairly satisfied with the result. Elsa said, "It looks like the Molten Core Rune Clan, but upon closer inspection, it doesn't quite seem like them. As far as I know, even if the dwarves of the Lava Rune Clan have such advanced rune technology, they wouldn't come to our door like this. Their rune masters never leave Molten Core."

At least in this world, dwarves don't have a good reputation. They are stubborn, greedy, short-tempered, and generally petty. They like to interpret everything from a prejudiced personal perspective, and then keep a notebook to record the things that others have done to them, and will retaliate whenever they have the chance.

It would be strange if someone with that kind of temperament were popular.

Of course, each ethnic group has its own problems.

Especially in the dark world, people are influenced by their surroundings. By the standards of the normal world, it wouldn't be unreasonable to say that everyone there is a villain.

In short, Black Rob chose to clone a dwarf without conducting thorough research or understanding of dwarf culture and current situation. He relied more on hearsay and his own assumptions before creating the clone.

One reason is that dwarves have a bad reputation, so few other races are willing to engage with them deeply, making it relatively easier for them to impersonate others.

He replied to Elsa, "A person is worthless when they leave their homeland. Without a community to rely on, even if you are free, there are still many places where you will suffer. Survival is not easy, so you have to be flexible..."

Elsa said, "It sounds like you're talking about yourself, or even me."

Black Rob smiled and didn't delve any further into the topic.

He felt that he had said enough to get to the point, and Elsa seemed to respond honestly.

It was as if he was being told that he had gone to great lengths to ensure the safety of the wolf in his carriage, and that simply informing the Dark Elf about the magic mirror was not enough to repay that favor.

Once you've met someone, you'll become more familiar with them. If you need their help later, you'll be much more trusting of them than when you first meet a complete stranger.

This is enough.

He simply wanted to leave a foreshadowing that wasn't really a foreshadowing, so that if the mess that Igor was planning made too big and affected his plans, he would have an intelligence entry point.

While the imposter rune dwarf reassembled the chariot, I recovered somewhat and returned to the rendezvous point. No further rest was needed. I could then accept the next quest.

While trying to get Elsa's car repair costs from Ego, Black Rob also noticed that Ego hadn't been idle during this time. At least he had cleaned up the site and added some rather sophisticated protective measures, giving the rendezvous point the basic appearance of a camp. Whether it was safe or not was another matter, but it looked quite cozy.

Ego's fellow minotaur, Stanton, had also set up a forging system, complete with anvils, workbenches, weapon racks, and small furnaces. He looked quite content, like a fisherman enjoying himself.

Igor readily paid Black Rob an extra fee, stating that if Black Rob could continue to complete the mission with the same high quality and quantity, he would definitely make another deal.

Black Rob naturally agreed. This job was just a bit tiring with all the running around, but otherwise not difficult. Especially from the perspective of time cost, it was much more reliable than exploring underground treasures.

The new mission is to bring a scroll master back to camp.

This scroll master was not only skilled at creating magical scrolls, but was also a cartographer and rune artist.

That's right, it's the rune from the Dwarven Rune Clan.

Dwarven runes are a distinct system, created to address the relatively low potential of dwarven spellcasting and their unique living environment. If Robb himself were here, understanding the dwarven rune system, he might say, "Isn't this just a badge version of wizarding magic from Harry Potter?"

To be honest, aside from lacking the strong sense of everyday life compared to the magic in the Harry Potter series, the magic of that little imp—whether it's powerful or not, the depth of certain spells that can be chilling upon closer examination—does really have that Harry Potter feel.

If he has the time, Black Robb is not averse to learning about runic magic.

But he didn't have the time.

One of the most distinctive features of the underground tribes is their isolation.

It's not difficult to have a superficial understanding and to imitate, but it's very difficult to truly 'marinate' the fake and make it indistinguishable from the real thing.

The reason he was so cautious was that he didn't want the Night God, who had already completed his infiltration, to notice his arrival.

In his view, the underground world has now reached a point where it is about to explode.

The infiltration of the evil plague, the Night God's intensified covert exploitation, historical grievances between various races, economic stagnation or even decline after years of rapid development...

Multiple factors have led to this situation, and he doesn't want to be the one to be blamed: "Look, it's that guy and the forces behind him who have poisoned our lives and stolen our interests..."

Truly intelligent people are few and far between; a considerable number are willing to play dumb even when they know the truth. That's why he didn't take direct action but instead opted for a roundabout approach.

While intensifying intelligence gathering to pave the way for full-scale intervention, they also acquired some rare resources to alleviate the problem of low security margins in the related funding chains.

Runemaster Devalin Runetotem was in a rather dire situation. When Black Robb found him, he had not only lost the mechanical box, which was as important as Elsa's chariot, but he was also seriously injured and in critical condition.

While the power of earth element doesn't have the ability to directly heal injuries, it can seal them. With the addition of healing potions, it's not guaranteed that the condition will stabilize and improve, but it can certainly prevent it from worsening.

"Thank you, but I'm afraid I'll have to make more requests."

"Without the mechanical case, it loses its value to Igor?"

"Uh...you know that?"

“Elsa, the cavewoman tailor, has already used that reason.”

"It seems I'll have to show more sincerity to get you to do me this favor. What do you want? Intelligence, or should I have a set of runes custom-made for you, free of charge?"

"No need, just remember to owe me a small favor."

Dvalin chuckled and said, "You are a unique Grey Orc."

“Indeed, otherwise we wouldn’t have met here and at this time.” As Black Rob spoke, he had already finished cleaning up the traces around him and thoughtfully used earth elemental power to reinforce and conceal the small environment in which he was hiding in Dvalin.

The conversation ended, and he followed the trail left by Dvalin as he escaped.

They killed some fel-powered bat-men with bat-like faces along the tunnels and caves, and then came to a dome.

The domed architecture is quite unique, a Gothic castle with a cemetery and towering towers. Now it looks like a giant beast infected with festering sores and on its deathbed, with fel energy stains randomly scattered everywhere, giving the overall atmosphere an eerie and sinister feel.

Black Robb didn't bother to figure out how this style of building complex came about, and of course he didn't just barge in.

With such obvious warning effects, it would be disrespectful not to make any preparations.

So he started by digging up the grave as a sign of respect, which could be considered a different kind of worship.

The specific form is not important; the key is that there is such an action, which demonstrates that it is important.

Of course, it's by manipulating the earth element, which then creates earth waves comparable to a surging flood.

Believe it or not, we actually struck gold.

Besides negative energies such as dark energy and evil energy, there are also precious metals, gems, and the ability to transform flesh and bones, etc.

This ability to dissolve flesh and bones is, in the parlance of Eastern fantasy, similar to a zombie raised in an extremely yin place. Even if it hasn't reached the point of not dissolving bones, it's still at the level of a flying zombie.

However, a flying zombie needs a technological catalyst to become a flying zombie; otherwise, it may not be able to embark on the path of zombies.

The flesh and bones here, which have been eroded by negative energy for a long time and transformed into energy, do not have this catalyst, but are used as by-products.

To put it more bluntly, Black Robbfei's efforts in stirring up trouble were not primarily for the sake of getting a few measly coins, but rather because he suspected that this place was a massive magic array.

As it turned out, while not entirely accurate, it was quite close. The outer cemetery served to provide energy and create a sense of grandeur for the central castle.

However, with Black Rob's actions, the potential energy of this feng shui-like formation was defeated.

The castle no longer seemed as eerie and sinister as before.

Moreover, Black Rob's plowing and turning of the soil also gathered earth elemental affinity materials from the Great Cemetery area around him in the form of gravel.

In a sense, Black Rob didn't even bother acting this time, directly displaying his extraordinary divine soul power and even high-end supernatural technology that would never appear in the hands of the Grey Orcs.

Otherwise, how could he have so easily completed the loosening of the soil over such a large area, and also categorized and collected all kinds of negative energy?
The heavy iron gate of the ancient castle was crushed by the giant sand hand he conjured with his staff, smashed twice, and then half of the gate was deformed and sent flying by the third punch.

Then, eerie lights illuminated the castle.

He knew this was an excessively violent act, which had completely activated the arrangement in the room.

He was naturally not afraid; that was exactly what he wanted. If the system wasn't functioning, he might not be able to see the hidden arrangements in time. What was most threatening was what was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to erupt. It was better to confront them openly.

Sure enough, the moment I entered the fortress, the killing began.

Although it seems outdated from a defense design perspective, from another angle, old tricks are not a problem; the key is whether they are effective.

What if the customer only likes this kind of food?

After all, the greatest lesson humanity has learned from history is that it cannot learn lessons from history.

Unfortunately, Black Robo doesn't fall into the usual category. He's an old man who's suddenly bursting with youthful energy, a seasoned veteran pretending to be young while playing low-level games.

The three slender assassins, moving with lightning speed and agility, were swept away by the sand before they could even properly display their exquisite swordsmanship.

There was absolutely no room to hide; it was like swatting a mosquito with a giant hand—it knocked him down with a 'smack'.

These assassins could normally disappear into the shadows or darkness, but Black Rob's control of the Unstable Sands isolated them from other supernatural forces. Although it appeared to be of average density, it was actually an alternative energy vortex, a quicksand swamp.

With just a quick kneading and twisting, the assassin became like a stain on fine sand. This sand quickly dissolved as it surged without a fixed shape or direction, leaving no trace.

(End of this chapter)