Many people think that the underworld is completely the place where the dead live.

But this perception is only half correct.

At first there was no life in the underworld, but in the long time that followed, there were always some creatures that were accidentally teleported here from various planes.

Although the underworld is not suitable for life survival, life is very tenacious, and most of the time, they will struggle to survive.

Over time, more lives gradually emerged in the underworld, and they gathered together and struggled to survive.

Over time, they took root here and gradually formed cities and countries.

Sanred is the owner of the 'Cipper' caravan, and the leader and protector of the caravan.

As a level 11 warrior of LV, he has extremely strong combat power, as well as... good IQ and EQ.

This is due to his good family education since childhood and learning to read through texts.

Many people think that the warrior is illiterate and it doesn’t matter whether he reads or not, but his father doesn’t think so. While teaching him the skills of the warrior, he will also strictly require him to learn words and read more books.

This kind of education played a role. Although his early growth was slower than other warriors of the same period, his growth accelerated after being at the elite level.

Sometimes, just reading books and understanding can make your warriors stronger.

So now he can become a master-level warrior at the age of his early 30s.

If people read too much this book, they will have stronger experience.

So when he saw five people blocking the road, and the temperaments of these five people were very unique, his first counterattack was not to resist or escape, but to raise his hands directly.

He had a strong feeling that he couldn't escape.

"Friends ahead, please let us go." Sanred, who held his hands up, said in a melancholy tone: "You can take all the goods, but please do not hurt any of us."

Everyone in F6 looked at each other. They just wanted to ask for information. There was no need to be scared like this.

In the end, Shuke stood up. His outrageous charm was used in communication and was in every way.

"We don't mean to hurt you." Shuke smiled softly: "We just want to ask you for some information."

Because Roland's "unobstructed communication" was hung on all five, there was no problem with communicating with each other.

Shuke's smile is full of sunshine and a sense of justice, and is very charming and infectious.

Looking at the paladin's smile, Sanred breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his hands and said, "Five Lords, please ask me if I know, even my wife has a few moles on her body."

"We may have a little more to ask." Shuke pointed to the side: "So can we talk about it slowly."

"Okay, no problem." Sanred smiled.

In fact, for caravans, time is money.

And now it is very close to the city, and as long as the goods are delivered in, it will be a large amount of input.

Staying in the wild will increase significantly, after all, there are many robbers and robbers outside the wilderness.

But now the situation is stronger than the people. When talking to these five people, Sanred discovered that each of these people was a master level.

And they have a very strange smell.

It’s not body odor, but temperament and a feeling.

They are not like people from the underworld.

Could it be a strong man who just fell from another plane?

Although this was his first time seeing such a thing, he had heard of it a lot since he was a child. After all, all the lives in the entire underworld came from other planes, including his own ancestors.

Sanred asked the caravan behind him to stand by, so the guards did not move. Then he walked aside and was about to wait for the five people to speak, but saw a man dressed in a mage and flicked his finger a few times.

Square rocky buildings rose up and soon became a small shelter.

His face became very strange. After Roland and others entered the small rock house, he looked inside the rock house and knocked on the wall. Finally, he couldn't help asking: "Your Mage, you should not be a resident of our underworld. Has the spells on the main plane evolved to this level? Sing silently, and there are additional spell bars to place this kind of technology that is not related to combat."

A beam of flame formed in the open space, emitting warmth. The temperature in the underworld was low, only about five or six degrees, and there was a strange chill in the air. Even if Roland and others were professionals, they would feel uncomfortable all over when they stayed here for a long time.

Such a magic flame provides warmth that makes people feel much more comfortable.

Roland sat on the ground, the rocky ground had just formed and was quite clean. He looked up and replied, "I don't need a spell bar. Fossils are not very profound spells. Can't it be said that the magic level in the underworld is not too high?"

"There is no inheritance, and I heard that there are no pure mages, only warlocks and priests." Sanred also sat down and smiled bitterly: "After all, the latter two do not need to be learned. They either rely on blood magic or are gifts of divine nature."

I see.

Roland's answer is a bit surprising, but it is reasonable.

Originally, magic is something that requires a group of people to study together to produce results, and it needs a record of connecting the past and the future.

But in this place of the underworld... all those who come here are floaters. If they are powerful mages, they can return to the main plane by themselves using their remote teleportation techniques. The remaining third-rate mages do not understand space magic and can survive in this world, let alone leave a legacy.

These are what Roland and others want to ask.

It is necessary to be clear about the survival skills, customs and human feelings in the underworld.

After all, this task can be accomplished in a short time.

After asking some information about the city ahead, the other party said everything.

After asking about some local common sense, Roland asked: "I wonder if Mr. Sanred, have you ever heard of the true ancestor of the blood clan?"

"No." After thinking for a while, Sanred said: "I have never heard of this name in my mind."

"Then please trouble you." I already knew everything I wanted to know. Roland took out a gold coin from the system backpack: "This is our intention to waste your time."

"No, no, please don't do this."

Sanred waved his hands repeatedly. He didn't dare to ask for this gold coin. What if the other party suddenly changed his face after being taken away.

Roland stuffed the gold coins into the other party without saying a word, greeted him, and the five left.

Sanred had been watching Roland and others' backs disappearing into the city of Portrey ahead, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The more he got along with these five people, the more he felt scared.

Then he looked at the gold coins in his hand and became happy.

The underworld lacks gold, so the price of gold coins is actually quite high.

And netizens who are watching the live broadcast are also very impressed.

‘A few words are just over 10,000 yuan. Why can’t I meet such a good benefit?’

‘Brother, you haven’t seen the Sonred just now, just like the F6 people robbed and tore up tickets. I guess even my life was scared for a few years. I don’t want to make such money.”

‘I’m not afraid of short life, I’m afraid of losing money.’

‘No matter how rich you have, you won’t be able to buy your life.’

‘What’s the use of having no money? Going hungry every day?’

‘What are you all arguing? Roland entered Swana City. Can you watch the show quietly?’

The barrage immediately became much thinner.

Roland and others entered the city in front of them, Portrey City.

Just like what they saw in the illusion, this city is mixed with all races, and it is quite harmonious.

After Shuke came in, he leaned over to Roland and said, "I feel that there are no, many people watching us secretly."

"This is very normal. After all, we are outsiders, and our clothes and temperaments don't look like people here."

Roland's observation was quite subtle and correct.

Since the clothes on the five people were in the style of Holevin, the people here looked at their clothes and felt very fresh.

I couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Roland and others discovered that all the layout of the city was the same as what they saw in the illusion.

Finally, they even found the small hotel they stayed in in the fantasy.

After paying the room fee, the five people gathered in Shuke's house.

"Are we still in the illusion?" Shuke felt a headache: "Why is the illusion of that soul-catching messenger exactly the same as what we see now."

Li Lin wanted to stab his hand again.

But at this time, Roland spoke: "It should not be an illusion, because what I see visually now is the same as the magic spider teleported over."

"That's great." Shuke breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that the black soul-catching messenger has indeed helped a lot. At least it helped us understand the environment and landmarks here."

"Next we'll go and collect information again." Roland smiled: "I hope we can find something useful this time."

The five people dispersed and left the hotel.

Roland went to the tavern he saw in the illusion and asked about information.

There is really a tavern, even the boss looked like he saw it last time.

Roland asked about some rumors about the true vampire ancestor or their focus. As long as someone confesses or finds out, he will immediately go and investigate.

As a result, I didn't ask any important clues or information from the drinker until the evening.

This is different from the time when I was caught in the illusion.
To be continued...