Artificer Adventure Guide

Watching the battle between Carl and his party and the surrounding drow tribes, the drow psychic warlock sat on the back of her pet and was speechless for a moment.

When the battle ended at a speed far beyond her understanding, the culprit who provoked the battle spoke:

"That group of people is stronger than I expected. It seems that the task I accepted from the Rose Cult is not as simple as I thought at first.

Relying on the premonition of psychic energy did succeed in waiting for them, but the little trouble I created obviously couldn't defeat them."

While the psychic warlock was talking to herself, the bear priest under her didn't say a word.

When she finished speaking, she manipulated the psychic energy to float down from the bear man.

The bear man retreated respectfully to the side, and then the ground on the cliff was flattened by the psychic energy released by the psychic warlock to form a flat ground.

Lines similar to spiritual suction characters were outlined on the ground, and with the manipulation of the psychic warlock, a strange ritual array was formed.

Taking out four candles from the dimensional bag, the psychic placed them in front, behind, and around him, and then lit the candles with a snap of her fingers and a magic trick.

After doing all this, she sat cross-legged in the middle of the ritual field and closed her eyes.

The candlelight became swaying with the psychic energy she emitted, and the strange magic circle under her body emitted a faint light at this time.

Her thoughts flowed to a certain existence along a strange spiritual connection under the amplification of the ritual magic circle.

This is the contact method given to the psychic by the Rose Cult, a long-distance telepathy that only psychics can use.

Under normal circumstances, one or two responses in ten times is considered a very high success rate.

However, just as the psychic tried to contact, Iris suddenly seemed to feel something behind the battlefield below, and then closed her eyes and activated her psychic energy.

On the cliff, the psychic who had no hope for this contact suddenly trembled slightly.

She felt that her consciousness had established a connection with a warm and inclusive existence.

This was very similar to what she had sensed when she had experimented with this ritual in the church of the Rose Cult.

Thinking that this ritual was a secret of the Rose Cult, she did not hesitate and directly let her psychic energy carry her thoughts and transmit it to the existence that had just established a connection with her.

A moment later, the other party sent back the message, but the expression of the psychic warlock suddenly became tangled.

Opening her eyes again, she looked at the army of constructs below that had not suffered much actual damage, and lowered her eyes to think.

"Give up just because you heard that the other party is stronger? This is a bit different from the style of the Rose Cult in the rumors. That's right, to be able to develop such a strong force in the Dark Region, the top leaders should still be more rational."

Thinking of this, the psychic warlock closed his eyes again and discussed the issue of remuneration with the other party.

A moment later, the candle went out, and the other party unilaterally terminated the contact.

"Tsk, because the mission was not completed, they only agreed to give me one-third of the original reward. Forget it, with these, I should be able to gain a foothold in human society! It's this trading location..."

Sensing the coordinates transmitted with psychic energy in his mind, the psychic warlock tried hard to match it with his own cognition, and finally found its location roughly.

"Go to the settlement near the Gate of the Earth to trade? As expected of the Rose Cult, it has already controlled the tribe there. In this way, I can leave directly after getting the money. It's really a good deal!"

Unexpectedly, her encrypted call had been intercepted and tampered with. The psychic warlock left here with a yearning for the colorful world of humans on her face.

Indistinctly, her psychic energy produced some vibrations, but she herself did not pay attention to this matter.

"Bang! Da Da Da..."

Although the psychic warlock had left, the trouble she caused was still continuing.

After destroying the death squad of the marsh bear people, Carl immediately drove the construct to attack a large drow tribe suspected to be the trainers of the marsh bear people.

Originally, Carl was going to give the other party some time to explain, but the other party had already made defensive preparations in advance. Before Carl sent someone to shout, they used the defense facilities to launch an attack.

This was already a confession.

Seeing this, Carl certainly would not indulge them. The constructs lined up and bombarded the drow tribe.

But Carl underestimated these drow this time.

After the first round of attack destroyed the opponent's surface buildings, these drow hid underground.

Magic shells and solid nitrogen could not cause damage deep into the thick soil. Even electromagnetic cannons could only blow a few deep pits on the ground at most.

This drow tribe has been operating here for an unknown period of time.

After suffering an unbearable blow, they immediately transferred their combat power through the secret passage and began to play guerrilla warfare with Carl.

"Report! The enemy has moved again. Do you want to go deep into the tunnel to find the enemy's traces!"

After repelling the enemy's sneak attack again, an artilleryman under Bain reported the situation to Carl.

Looking at a hole where a drow wanderer had rushed out not long ago, Carl narrowed his eyes slightly and felt a little unhappy.

This battle was much more difficult than he had initially thought, which made Carl, who had won a series of victories not long ago, sober up a little from the arrogance brought by many victories.

However, he still felt that it was necessary to deal with this group of bastards who dared to attack him.

"No! Don't chase the enemy! Let me think about it..."

It is undoubtedly an irrational behavior to rashly chase in the tunnels that the opponent is familiar with.

Carl, who had also seen tunnel warfare when he was a child in his previous life, was not familiar with this way of fighting, but he also knew some of the dangers.

His eyes wandered around while thinking, and suddenly, Carl thought of a way.

"How much flour do we have left?"

Turning his head, Carl asked Hope beside him.

Hope thought for a while and reported roughly.

"White flour is enough for us to eat for a few months. The largest amount is rye flour. It is a bit difficult to calculate the exact amount, but in short, there is a lot."

Carl and Hope have two giant dimension bags on their bodies for a long time, which contain the food they prepared in Eruden to prevent emergencies that may occur at any time.

"Give me twenty bags of rye flour."

Although he was puzzled by Carl's request, Hope directly took out twenty half-person-high sacks.

Carl called his drow men and asked them to pour the flour into a tunnel hole.

Not only Hope, but also Bane and others did not understand Carl's actions.

After pouring ten sacks of flour, Carl controlled the mecha and let the two floating guns blow air into the cave.

The flour was quickly blown away and spread in the tunnel.

After a while, gray-white dust emerged from the hidden tunnel holes around.