Feathers Forest, near the Morigan tribe.

If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes and had been busy here for two or three years, Miner would not have imagined that there was such a wealthy place in this world.

Sweep away the thick fallen leaves and dig them a few times with your bare hands. The dazzling magic crystals bloomed in clusters in front of them, adding countless colorful colors to this dark tall forest.

Unfortunately, this is the territory of the elves. It is already very difficult for their boss to secretly send these nearly a hundred people into the hinterland of the Feathers Forest, and it is even more impossible for them to dig and mine with great fanfare.

Among these nearly a hundred people, there is a mixed-race child of the human and dwarves. With his unique induction inherited from his mother, he found the best mining point for the purple gold mine - the magic crystal companion mine - and defined the location of the mine. The others reluctantly covered the fallen leaves back to the magic crystals, and thus began their career as a miner.

Miller was just an ordinary warrior, from the countryside of a small country. His father was a blacksmith and his mother was just an ordinary farmer's daughter.

Miller has liked to hear stories about knights and princesses since he was a child, and secretly fantasized that one day when a demon beast of evil appears in the nearby forest, he can use his secretly created armor and sword to defend the village, win the favor of the lord in the castle, and marry the delicate and beautiful noble lady to him.

He did win the favor of Lord Lord, not because of his martial arts and courage, but because he had a beautiful sister who had just turned thirteen that year.

Miller became the coachman of the noble lady, and his sister became the cook of the castle. One night when she was ordered to send a cup of black tea to the lord's dormitory, she turned into a white dress falling from the tower.

Miller rode the horse in the noble lady's carriage, hugged the fluttering dress that gradually turned blood red, and broke back to his home, pulled out a sharp sword from under the bed, rushed into the castle like a help from God, and nailed the lord's terrified expression to his bed.

There was blood on the edge of the bed, including the lord, Miller, and his sister.

Miller didn't know how he escaped. It seemed that the noble lady had also helped him hide his footprints and blood. It seemed that he had killed several more people, and it seemed that he had been killed by someone himself.

When Miller finally woke up, he was rescued by a mercenary group that happened to pass by. He healed his wounds a little and threw them in a tavern in the territory.

He did not become a warrior, and he could not imagine whether his sister's body would be properly buried after he escaped, and what their parents would have to face.

Miller survived by thieves and robbery and murder. Miller was finally driven to Usher by a wanted order and became a lackey under the Duke's subordinates. His job was to kill people with power or be wiped out by the strong without luck.

When he learned that people needed to work as a miner in the Forest of Fierce, Miller signed up without hesitation just to have a relatively peaceful life.

The Feathers forest they saw was very different from the green ones they imagined.

The trees here are full of vitality and are cold and wet all year round. Apart from the crystal flower clusters I saw at that time, there were no sweet flowers blooming and pleasant birds surrounding them.

As Miller wished, life here was peaceful, like a stagnant pool of water.

Nearly a hundred of them live in underground mines. They regularly send food and water. They occasionally catch some gophers and rabbits to have tooth sacrifices. Every six months there is a chance to quit their jobs, and the most basic living security is complete.

"miner,                                                                                                                             �

The cart filled with ore stopped at Miller's feet and pressed out two deep ruts. He was too lazy to look up and continued to smash the stone with the small mallet in his hand. The splashing crystal fragments had already piled up a thick layer at his feet.

The Zijin Mine is an accompanying ore to the magic crystal mine. There is a layer of crystals wrapped around the newly dug ore.

Miller's job is to smash the layer of crystal, collect it and grind it into powder, then load it out of the Feathers Forest, and then transform it into various crystal clear crystal products through smelting and shaping by craftsmen.

Miller was just an ordinary person and was a little old, so he was assigned such a trivial but labor-saving job.

The crystal was very crisp, and the small mallet in Miller's hand was enough. If you hit it for a day, your arms would be a little sore.

Miller used his feet to sweep the pile of crystal pieces to one side, took out a small calf paper bag from his arms and opened it, twisted a pinch of powder-like tobacco, wrapped it in a thin piece of paper and rolled it two rolls. He stuck out his tongue and licked the edge of the paper strip, pinched it a little hard, bit it in his mouth, and lit the other end.

“hey                                miner,                                quit                                smoking.                                dwarfs  

                              are                                sneaking                                around                                up             

                   there.                                better                                not                                let                         

them                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Miller took two puffs, and a short piece of cigarette burned out instantly. Before his lips were burned, he spit out the cigarette butt/string it out with the ashes, and then crushed it with his soles.

The bitter smoke was swallowed into his lungs and walked around, and he became much more awake. Large clouds of smoke spurted out from his nostrils, covering his entire face in the blink of an eye.

“got                                                                                                                              

Miller replied in a hoarse voice, picked up the small mallet and smashed his sore shoulder joints.

After all, he is old. The last fight happened five years ago. More than thirty years have passed, and he doesn't even remember what his sister looks like.

The mallet hit twice, and the pain disappeared immediately. Miller moved his arm and nodded with satisfaction, thinking that he was still a sword that was not old, and that this muscle could still kill a cow.

Miller changed the mallet from left hand to right hand, waved it twice, and imagined that he was still rusty sword in his hand.

The crystal shell in front of him shattered in response to the sound, and Miller was even more satisfied and continued to lower his head and work locally.

These young people are too careful. So what if they are discovered by dwarves? Do they dare to kill them?

This is the territory of the elves. Although they were sneaky in mining, they did not dare to make a statement, and those dwarves were not necessarily so open and honest. Even if they ran into each other, they would not be willing to make a big deal.

Miller weighed the small hammer in his hand, thinking that maybe he should change to a bigger hammer tomorrow, just treating it as a training for his body.

He picked up the little mallet everywhere. After asking several people, he said he didn't know who it was, so he used it.

Not to mention anything else, it is also good to use this to beat your legs and back occasionally.

Miller held the hammer again, with a crisp sound, and then another crisp sound. Two crystals peeled off, and a rumbling sound fell to the ground.

Large tracts of smoke rose from behind Miller. Miller felt that he was shocked and jumped. His arm holding the mallet immediately froze, and two beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead.

Miller stared at him and saw the companions in front of him staring at him—or something behind him.

“good                                                                                                                              

The hot breath blew on the back of Miller's neck, and a slippery thing wrapped around his neck. The smell of bad blood almost made Miller faint. At the same time, a funny voice sounded above Miller's head.

“everybody                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             �

The man shouted upwards loudly. Miller suddenly felt something hitting his back, and his world immediately turned dizzy.

He hit the rock wall of the mine heavily, and the golden light burst out in front of Miller's eyes, as if he was about to fall apart, but he still forced himself to stand up and tightened the only weapon in his hand - the small mallet.

Suddenly falling from the sky was a dwarf knight, whose mount was a big red rat.

It would be fine if it was just a big red mouse, but the mouse had an extra bright green head and three more front paws.

Miller leaned against the wall with weak legs and couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his neck.

Could it be that the thing that just wrapped around his neck was the long and slender tongue of the big mouse? Which one's tongue?

“good                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

The dwarf sat up on the back of the big mouse, lowered his head and patted the bright green head, and touched the tip of the big mouse's nose with a smile.

Miller suddenly felt like his legs were filled with lead. He twisted his neck stiffly and saw his companions gaze angry.

No way? Just one cigarette? Just those two sips?

The hole that the big mouse smashed out jumped into the cave one after another. Before he could say anything to the hero who discovered the mine, he was blinded by the magic crystal and purple gold ore.

The light of the mount summoning technique flashed one after another in the mine cave, and the pairs of light pink pupils were dyed with a layer of charming purple and gold. Looking at the fewer than a hundred ordinary NPCs in the cave, it seemed like seeing a bunch of annoying scarecrows.

The scarecrow does not need negotiation, inquiries, or even dialogue. Just remove it.

The dwarf knight who first broke into the hole quietly pulled the reins of the big mouse, kept retreating, hid himself behind these people, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

As long as the fight starts, he can guarantee that he will make a big fuss, which will make the high priests nearby Murigan.

The mine cave is narrow, and the dwarf knights' mounts are generally large and cannot charge here, but it does not prevent them from stepping on the bad guys standing in front.

Miller, who was knocked away by a big mouse, was lucky and did not become the unlucky person who had been bitten by a lava lizard.

But his luck was not particularly good, because another sword-ridge dragon had already rushed towards him.

Only then did Miller realize that his legs were not strong enough, his movements were not flexible enough, and he didn't even have a decent weapon in his hand, and he couldn't avoid those hideous sharp teeth.

He only had a small wooden hammer in his hand.

When Miller waved his right hand in vain, he suddenly wondered whether his expression was the same as the lord master he killed back then, and he was full of incredible fear.

Dong.

A gentle sound.

Miller had no idea whether he had hit the Earth Dragon, and there was a thick blood mist in front of him.

The dwarf knight on the back of the Earthling Dragon rolled to the ground, looking horrified and confused, lying at Miller's feet and staring at him blankly.

Miller raised his right hand and the small mallet fell gently on the man's forehead, smashing out a dazzling white light, which was taken away by the wind in an instant.

York grew up and looked at the player of the same race who was instantly killed by a small mallet, and pinched the reins of Mrs. Morgan.

"Walk!"

York shuddered and turned around suddenly, seeing the elf girl who appeared behind him, her clenched fist suddenly released.

Every year, he was wrapped in a dark cloak, stepped out of the darkness, jumped onto Mrs. Morgan's back, and slapped Mrs. Morgan's hind legs hard.

Mrs. Morgan jumped out of the mine, swept her long tail after landing, and several big trees near her broke and smashed on the entrance of the cave.

"What is that?"

When Mrs. Morgan ran for more than a thousand meters, York asked in shock.

"A brutal thing."

Grinned every year.

"Then you don't need to run away, right?" York curled his lips, "I'll be done with just one hammer."

"I don't think your hammer is harder than that little mallet." Nian shrugged.

"Then don't care about that? Aren't you going to make a fuss and let Morrigan's high priest Middler come to catch the thief?" York scratched his head.
To be continued...