I am the Demon King of the Dungeon!

Chapter 133 Giant Beast Digging the Mountain

north.

On the snowy plains.

The ground trembled slightly with every step the behemoth took.

Riding on his horse, Renn looked back at the moving hill following behind him. Its dark brown scales gleamed with a dull luster in the moonlight, and its tail dragged behind it, sweeping a deep ditch several feet wide in the snow.

Oris sat behind Renn, her short sword already tucked back into her waistband, but her hand still remained on the hilt.

Boric walked at the front, the old dwarf's severed arm was still bleeding, but he didn't cry out in pain once.

"Um—" Renn couldn't help but turn around and ask the giant beast, "How long are you going to follow us?"

"Dick's friends are my friends. Keep going." The behemoth's voice was deep and resonant, like an ancient bronze bell. "I will follow you until you are safe."

Raine opened his mouth, intending to politely refuse, but looking at the empty snowfield around him, which seemed to pose a danger at any moment, he could only swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

We walked for a while longer.

Suddenly, Oris asked, "Do you know Dick?"

"know."

"How long has it been?"

"For a very, very long time—"

Boric turned to look at the behemoth, his blood-stained face filled with confusion: "Why did you save us?"

"A plan?" The behemoth tilted its head, as if trying to understand the meaning of the word. "I don't plan for anything."

"If you don't want anything in return, why did you save us?"

"As I just said, Dick's friends are my friends, and I should help my friends when they are in trouble."

Upon hearing this, Ryan gradually lowered his guard and tentatively asked, "My name is Ryan. What's your name?"

"Digging mountains."

How did you and Dick meet?

"A long time ago," Horiyama's speech slowed noticeably as he recalled the past, "I worked in Dark Hemkas, and that's when I met Dick."

"You used to work for Dark Hemcas?"

"Yes, the first floor. Back then, I was the floor boss of the first floor."

"You...you're the floor boss?"

"Back then, I was only the size of a paw."

"And then?"

"Later, I found staying in the dungeon very boring. Every day was just getting killed by adventurers, then resurrecting, day after day, year after year. It was just too tedious."

Raine didn't know what to say. It was truly unbelievable that a monster would find working in the dungeon too boring.

"I told Dick I wanted to quit," Horiyama continued. "Dick wanted me to think about what I was going to do next."

"Dick goes to Dark Hemkas a lot, right?" Rein recalled Dick's knowledge of Dark Hemkas and guessed that the two must have developed feelings for each other during their first encounter.

He didn't associate Dick with Alsace.

"He doesn't come often; sometimes I go to him."

"It seems you two really are good friends."

"Dick taught me a lot. He suggested that I could use my talents to start a delivery business."

"Fast, express delivery?"

Ryan's voice rose half a tone.

"Yes. It's about transporting goods from one place to another. I deliver goods underground, which is fast and safe."

Raine and Oris exchanged a glance; neither of them had ever heard of such a monster delivery service in the North.

At this point, Boric also became interested.

"Whose business are you doing business with?"

"Dwarves have mines, and humans have food. Both have their needs, but transportation costs are too high, and we'll encounter monsters when passing through unclaimed lands. I can burrow underground; there are no monsters there, and even if there were, they wouldn't dare stop me."

"They offer this kind of service in the North?"

"That's right. The dwarves' iron is transported to human villages, the humans' food is transported to the mines, and the mines' ore is transported to the dwarves' Ironforge." There was a hint of smugness in Digging Mountain's voice. "One line, everyone benefits."

Ironforge is the dwarves' capital city, where Boric was born. Curious, he pressed, "Don't humans attack you? Usually in the no-man's-land, adventurers kill monsters they see—"

"Payment has been made." Jue Shan interrupted, "I've already reached an agreement with the nearby villages. They'll pay a monthly protection fee—no, a cooperation fee."

Boric's mouth hung open for a long time; he had lived for over fifty years and had never heard of such a thing.

"And I help not only monsters, but also dwarves and humans." Digging Mountain's tone was somewhat smug. "So in the North, they won't issue missions to kill me and my employees, because if something happens to us, the goods can't be delivered."

"Employees??" Ryan felt his brain was a little slow to process it. "You have employees?!"

"More than thirty pangolins are responsible for deliveries on different routes." Jue Shan raised his head proudly and said, "Jue Shan Express is the largest courier company in the Northern Territory! Established for twenty-three years, with zero complaints."

Oris asked incredulously, "—You, a monster, are engaged in transport in the North?"

"Yes. This year's revenue is expected to exceed 30,000 gold coins, which is 30,000 magic crystals."

Boric fell silent.

Renn remained silent.

Oris also fell silent.

Northern Express —

30,000 gold coins in sales —

Ryan was the first to recover and pressed, "You said Dick gave you the idea?"

"Yes. Dick said the dungeon was too small to contain my ambition, so he sent me out to explore."

The group chatted as they walked.

As dawn broke, the group stopped in the mountain valley.

Boric plopped down on the rock. The blood from his severed arm had stopped, but the entire arm was swollen and the skin was bluish-purple, making it look terrible.

"Your wound needs to be cleaned." Oris knelt down, tore open Boric's sleeve, glanced at it, and frowned. "It will get infected if it's not disinfected."

"It's been roasted over a fire, it's fine." Boric gritted his teeth, rummaged through his backpack, pulled out some bandages, and wrapped them around himself.

Raine stood at the edge of the valley, looking north.

In the direction of Cold Iron Fortress, the smoke and dust had not yet dissipated, and the smoke mixed with snowflakes formed a blurry curtain on the horizon.

"Your Highness, Renn," Boric's voice came from behind, "what are your plans next?"

Renn closed his eyes, and the image of the city's fall instantly flashed through his mind. He wanted revenge, he wanted to reclaim the city, but now he might be the only one left of the entire Qatari royal family. "First, find a place to settle down, and then—"

"Then go back," Oris continued calmly, "and take back Cold Iron Fortress."

Raine looked at Oris.

Oliss is using a dagger to cut a tree branch.

"Sister." Raine's voice was a little hoarse.

"Um."

"Thank you."

Olivia paused for a moment while whittling the branch.

"————What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for still being here."

Boric coughed awkwardly.

"I am still here—how about we settle down in Ironforge first, and then plan our next move?"

"No," Oris objected. "The Kingdom of Grasha is definitely trying to find us now, and going to Ironforge can't guarantee our safety—"

"How about finding a small village?" Boric pulled out a map from his pocket, trying to pinpoint their current location.

At this moment, Jue Shan, who was lying outside the ravine, suddenly spoke up: "Why don't you go to my place to heal your injuries first? There won't be any humans there."

"We found some unclaimed land; it's safe here."

Upon hearing this, the three looked at each other in bewilderment.

Follow the monster to the monster's territory —

Oris and Boric looked at Renn at the same time and said in unison, "It's up to you to decide."

Ryan's gaze darkened, and he nodded, saying, "Since Digging Mountain is Dick's friend, I choose to believe him."

A glint flashed in the mountain's pupils, and then it rolled over, revealing its snow-white belly.

The next second, an entrance appeared in the center of its abdomen, and it stretched out its claws and laid them flat on the snow, like a slope.

"Then come on up, I'll take you there."

The three men led their horses into the belly of the mountain. Inside the entrance was a wide passage. The walls were not made of flesh and blood, but of dark brown scales with a warm, dark golden luster, like a polished gemstone.

The ground beneath our feet is a hard, keratinous layer that is slip-resistant and stable. Every few steps along the passage, there are luminous crystals embedded in the gaps between the scales, illuminating the entire passageway.

"This—" Boric stopped, looked down at his feet, then looked around, his mouth agape for a long time, "We're inside your body?"

"That's right, it's my body." Horiyama's voice came from all directions, "Let's go!!!"

The three of them held onto the wall at the same time, expecting a tremor, but it was surprisingly stable and there was no shaking at all.

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