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Golden rays of dawn shone through the massive windows of the sacred ship, like beams of golden light awakening the ship from its slumber. The streets bustled with people, gradually becoming noisy.

Verin walked out of the Oak Shadow Fabric Hut with great satisfaction; the craftswoman witch Ella's work was quite exquisite.

The brand-new black magic bag is about the size of four tavern round tables and can hold a large amount of resources.

The close-fitting magical pouch, with a capacity roughly the size of a tavern table, was a favorite of Verin's. This kind of close-fitting, discreet magical storage item could carry a considerable amount of resources and items, which Verin particularly liked.

At this moment, Valin was wearing a gray wizard's robe and an ashes mask on his face.

To avoid being discovered by the rats in the sewers, Verin even bought "Odor-Eliminating Moss Powder," a magical item that could effectively eliminate his own odor.

The results were exceptionally good. Along the way, Verin discovered many gray rats in the sewers, but none of them realized Verin's identity.

Behind Valin stood another figure dressed in the same mask and robes—this was the "White Walker".

Today, Valin plans to venture deep underground, with the White Walkers clearing the way, which will solve many problems.

The magical elevator leading to the underground city is strictly guarded by the Holy Ship and only official personnel are allowed to pass through.

Someone like Vilin, a "discretionary figure," certainly wouldn't be allowed to sit there.

Following the intelligence information, Verin found a circular staircase leading to the depths of the underground through a crack in the hull of the holy ship.

"Waaaaah..."

A chilling wind howled out, like the wailing of an evil spirit, and the depths were shrouded in darkness.

The White Walkers themselves possess night vision, so it's not an obstacle for them. However, Valin has psychic tentacles, which, when extended, grant him powerful psychic perception, making darkness no hindrance for him.

A person and a ghost, one in front and one behind, silently disappeared into the circular staircase.

…………

Several hours later.

Deep underground, in a cold and damp passage.

"Squeak..."

The underground gray rats made squeaking sounds, and the footsteps grew closer.

Verin swept his gaze around the corner.

"Squeak..."

A gray rat, about the size of a Charité cat, stood up on its hind legs, its eyes glowing green, and boldly sniffed at the White Walker.

The White Walkers, however, showed no mercy to the other side.

The cold, metallic gleam of the bone knife flashed.

The enormous gray rat immediately split in two, thrashing about twice before dying completely.

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Are the rats here not afraid of people?

"They're all so muscular."

Verin rubbed his temples.

In the memories of its predecessor, these rats were a rare delicacy for underground miners.

Skinning and removing the internal organs, then simmering them in a soup pot makes a delicious meat broth, which is often eaten whole, bones and all.

The people on the Holy Ship don't hunt gray rats, which is why these creatures have grown so big and become so bold.

The White Walkers continued to clear the way.

Vilin, meanwhile, stretched out his spiritual tentacles to collect information in the air.

"The scent of the Crimson Moon is quite strong here, and there's also an unsettling smell in the air, probably from the alien aura seeping in from the Gate of the Otherworldly Forge."

"Then we shouldn't be far from the wizard camp."

As they were walking forward, the White Walkers suddenly stopped.

"Um?"

Looking over, Verin saw a group of five or six strange men blocking his way.

Some of them had exposed skin covered with dense gray hair, just like mouse fur.

Some people have deformed heads and faces that resemble rats, and even have rat whiskers.

Some people have hands that resemble claws; they are no longer human hands.

"Ratification disease? Or a modification to the entry's attributes? Or perhaps an enhancement of the [Ratification Potion]?"

Verin frowned slightly as he sized up these strange people.

The dungeon is quite dangerous and the situation is complex.

Some powerful wizards are conducting biological modification experiments here.

There are also some rat-man wizards who, yearning for power here, gradually fall into depravity.

There are also some powerful wizards who are quietly searching for resources here.

Among these people were some intermediate wizard apprentices, and even some advanced wizard apprentices.

The largest number of them are ordinary people who crave power and accept transformation.

These strange people with rodent-like characteristics are probably humans who have undergone rodent-like modifications.

These people stared at the White Walkers and Valin, their faces contorted in rage, their pupils gleaming with a chilling, menacing green light.

Clearly, they believed that their superior numbers gave them the advantage.

"This is the Fire Mine area of ​​our [Blood Rat Gang], you've come to the wrong place!"

The leading monster had a head with very high rat-like features, and the serrated knife in its hand gleamed with a bloody light in the dim environment, clearly an alchemical artifact.

When his gaze swept over the magic bag on Verin's back, his greed was almost undisguised.

The underground situation was complicated, and Valin did not want to clash with this gang of ratmen.

"I was just passing through and accidentally wandered into your esteemed place. I will be leaving now."

Verin glanced at the group and said in a calm and indifferent voice.

"hey-hey……"

The strange man at the head of the group stretched out his tongue and licked his scarlet lips, grinning greedily.

"Since we're here, let's not leave! Let's go!"

Several strange men, taking advantage of their numbers, swarmed forward.

Having anticipated this move, Valin immediately gave the White Walkers the order to attack.

clang clang...

Clashes of weapons erupted in rapid succession within the underground passage.

The White Walker's bone blade moved with incredible speed, transforming into a black blur. He single-handedly stopped several monsters and even gained a slight advantage.

"Damn, this guy is amazing!"

"What are you afraid of? There are more of us. He can't hold out for long."

His gaze swept over the rat-like, mutated monsters who were fighting the White Walkers.

"Huh!"

He let out a soft gasp of surprise.

It's important to know that White Walkers are equivalent to a level four melee wizard apprentice.

Not only were their attacks fierce, but the bone knives also fell with tremendous force.

Ordinary wizards don't fare well when they get close.

These rat-like monsters, working together, were actually able to withstand the first wave of attacks from the White Walkers.

"These guys don't seem weak physically. Is the rat-ification modification really that effective?"

These strange individuals were ultimately no match for the powerful White Walkers.

Once the experienced White Walker found an opening, he severed the arm of one of the monsters with a single strike. Amidst the screams of the modified ratman, the attacks of the other modified ratmen became chaotic.

The White Walkers pressed their advantage, wounding two more people.

At this point, the group of modified ratmen quickly collapsed.

One by one, they let out terrified screams and fled into the depths of the passage.

The White Walkers didn't give chase; instead, they killed the three wounded monsters one by one with a single strike.

"That strange guy just said this is their gang's mine area?"

"Are there volcanic lava crystals here?"

Vilin raised an eyebrow and began to explore deeper into the cave.

Before long, in a relatively small cave, Velin found the so-called "fire ore".

Looking at the "fire mine" in front of him, Verin showed a hint of surprise.

This is a small volcano model, about one meter tall. Sparks and pungent volcanic mist are constantly spewing from the crater, and lava can be vaguely seen flowing deep inside the crater.

This is definitely a real miniature volcano.

After observing closely for a while, Verin couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of the wizarding world.

"Does 'fire absorption' mean directly absorbing the fire element from this volcano?"

"The flame elements here are not only turbid, but also contain a lot of pollutants and toxins, and are themselves very unstable."

"I'm afraid they might have the life to inhale it, but not the life to live."

After a moment's thought, Velin placed his palm on it; the miniature volcano was warm but not hot to the touch.

A few seconds later.

[Fragment of the Flame attribute detected. Absorb it?]

The system notification made Weilin's pupils narrow slightly.

"It works!"

"These kinds of carriers with the root of the term are all fragments to me, and I can obtain the corresponding term by collecting them."

"absorb!"

Vilin decisively confirmed absorption.