Earth elemental begins to elbow strike wildly.

Chapter 18 Dead End

"I'm a key member of the Earth Dragon Gang! If you don't want to die, untie me right now!"

John, sprawled on the ground, continued to shout:

"Listen up! Our Earth Dragon Gang is the most dangerous, cunning, and brutal bandit organization in the entire Palefro Empire!"

"The Earth Dragon Gang? I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before."

The burly young man, Du Luo, rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke up:

"Oh! I remember now, so you're the bandits who specialize in robbing lone merchants!"

"The Mansa Merchant Guild has recruited adventurers several times to raid your stronghold, but they have never been able to find it."

He glanced around at the rudimentary underground stronghold, frowned, and cursed:

"The Earth Dragon Gang? They'd be more like the Earth Rat Gang!"

"You...you're asking for it!"

John struggled to lift his head and saw the earth elemental standing in front of the group.

Overjoyed, he immediately issued the order.

"Earth elementals, kill them all!"

Yue Feng remained unmoved, and even felt a little amused.

"You brainless beast! You were summoned by me!"

Before the earth element could react in any way.

The merchants instantly grabbed their weapons, their eyes gleaming with malice, ready to chop John into mincemeat on the spot.

Are you kidding me!

How dare they insult the earth element that saved them! Who can tolerate this?

Although earth elements are indeed not very intelligent and are more like tools in the material plane, they will not allow others to insult them at will!

At least we shouldn't criticize this earth elemental!

"not good!"

Seeing that everyone was about to fight, Yue Feng quickly stepped forward and stood between the two sides, saying:

"John cannot die, at least not now. Without him, you won't get out."

But in John's eyes, these foolish merchants were all completely insane.

They actually gathered around the earth elementalist, patiently listening to the leader's halting retelling of the earth elementalist's meaning.

A clod of earth, capable of speaking? And even requiring a professional translator?

Even among the most insane cult members, you won't find such a psychopath.

John knew perfectly well that he could still put on airs and intimidate people when dealing with normal folks.

But when faced with this group of lunatics, it's best to obediently lower your stance.

Thinking of this, he immediately changed his expression and said timidly:

"Actually, I was also desperate, so I sought refuge with the Earth Dragon... no, the Earth Rat Gang."

"I swear I've never killed a single person. In the gang, I was just a nobody, running errands and doing odd jobs!"

"Spare our lives, we...we still know the way out!"

Yue Feng listened as Du Luo translated and relayed the information word by word.

To be honest, he only understood a few words; Du Luo's Tu language was ridiculously broken.

"Does the outpost warehouse have any spirits?" Yue Feng asked abruptly.

After a difficult process of understanding, John nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice, and said:

"Yes, brothers! The evil leader of the Gopher Gang loves this strong liquor!"

He skipped happily into the warehouse, went straight to the back, and rummaged through the wooden crates to find several bottles of grain liquor.

"Only these three bottles left, boss. No, the bandit leader hasn't had time to restock yet."

Yue Feng immediately pried open a bottle of strong liquor and poured a small amount of the liquor onto the ground.

He then took out a flint from John and struck it against the ground with a "snap," producing sparks.

"puff!"

The flames spread rapidly along the liquid, rising into a pale blue expanse of light.

"Very good, the alcohol content is about fifty or sixty degrees."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Feng immediately used whatever was available, dragging a linen quilt from the large communal bed next door, tearing it into strips, and stuffing them one by one into the mouth of the wine bottle.

"What...what are you trying to do?" Duro asked, puzzled.

"This is called a Molotov cocktail; it should have been made of gasoline."

Yue Feng stuffed the completed Molotov cocktail into Du Luo's backpack.

A simple Molotov cocktail made from spirits isn't very powerful, but it might come in handy in an emergency.

While traversing the cave, you could encounter a swarm of spiders at any moment.

Spider webs, woven from spider silk, are excellent flammable materials.

Yue Feng didn't expect to kill many spiders with the Molotov cocktails; he just wanted to buy time to escape.

............

After packing their backpacks, everyone bent down and crawled out through the gap in the rock wall.

I said I was packing my backpack, but all I brought were a few pieces of dark bread and a small amount of ale.

Yue Feng walked at the back of the crowd.

He bent down to pick up a pebble and quickly poured magic into it.

"Give me directions!"

The rock in my palm emitted a faint white light.

A few seconds later, the white light dissipated, and the stone turned into a beacon.

Yue Feng made these preparations to guard against unexpected changes during the journey.

After all, this outpost is likely the only safe place in the underground cave.

The group moved very slowly through the intricate paths.

Perhaps it was just good luck.

Throughout the journey, Yue Feng's sense of tremors remained completely unaware of anything unusual.

"Phew~"

John sighed deeply and whispered, "We'll see the exit soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he led everyone into a dead end.

"what?"

"This is definitely the right road!"

John squatted on the ground, tracing underground routes back and forth in the sand with his index finger.

After pondering for a long time, I realized that I had not taken the wrong path.

As if he had suddenly realized something, he sprang to his feet and roared angrily:

"Fuck you! You son of a bitch, Marcus!"

Within the Earth Dragon Gang, only Marcus, a master of clay modeling, is capable of doing this.

"It wasn't necessarily him who did it."

Yue Feng picked up a semi-transparent spider silk from the ground and had a guess in his mind.

Clay modeling can shape terrain on a small scale, but it is still a long way from being successful.

Recklessly casting spells in such a confined underground space could cause a collapse of the rock strata.

Marcus himself was the first to be buried alive.

"Should I go out and take a look?"

"No!"

Yue Feng asked himself the question and answered it himself, instantly giving himself a negative answer.

The elemental essence of earth can freely travel between rock layers.

But what's the point of escaping alone?

Even if I worked myself to death, I still couldn't dig an escape route.

"Actually, there is another way out, but... but..."

John stammered, his tone highly resistant, clearly unwilling to mention the road.

Yue Feng raised his right fist, which was the size of a sandbag.

"I...I'll talk!"

"There used to be a wide main road, which we used specifically to transport large quantities of supplies."

"But...but now, that road has been taken over by a swarm of giant spiders."

Yue Feng retracted his fist, chewed on the sand, and said, "Lead the way."

John froze upon hearing the translation from Duro, shaking his head and waving his hands repeatedly.

"No, no! It's absolutely impossible. Going in would just be feeding them."

"Those beasts, I don't know what triggered them, suddenly popped out from underground."

Yue Feng raised his right fist, which was the size of a sandbag, again.

"Fine, fine! I'll take you away, okay?"