Whether in the darkness or the fog, time becomes difficult to judge. The timer in Nigel's hand was not magically manipulated, and it was extremely reliable at this time.

"Less than two hours. Nigel's face was gloomy, "If it weren't for these damn fog ......"

The fog affected the vision more severely than the darkness, and the holy light, which had to be lit up, also made them particularly conspicuous targets in the fog.

After the fog poured out, they were called for help by some people, attacked by others, and by this time, those who could not escape and could not protect themselves were probably dead, and the attackers in the shadows seemed to have disappeared after successive defeats, and the silence around them gradually returned to their original dead silence - they had also spent too much time.

"Let's go. Ed whispered, careful to keep the stumbling Travis within reach of the Light.

Whether he intentionally or unintentionally led them into a trap, he couldn't let him die here.

“...... You should have thrown him to those Croeffleur's men. Nigel was impatient and had no intention of hiding it.

"No! no!" Travis shuddered in shock, "I know how to ruin rituals!

Nigel snorted and looked at Ed, "You believe him?"

Ed didn't answer - honestly, he didn't believe anyone.

He should have believed Nigel. When they were in crisis, it was Nigel who suddenly appeared to save them and lead them into the underground through another passage.

"The dragon has broken in. The unhappy priest gritted his teeth when he said this, "And it alarmed all the mages!

Not really.

Even if he was scolded for being bloody, Ed would have nothing to say about it - but he wouldn't ignore the subtle hesitation in Nigel's eyes.

As deceptive as that face as never happy as it could be, the priest wasn't really that good at concealing it.

Ed crept closer to the stone wall, reaching out to touch the cold rock, but still couldn't feel anything.

The rocks here are dead. Perhaps by the time the dwarves were gone, they had lost souls that no other race could touch, or perhaps they had fallen into an eternal slumber for a long time...... Perhaps they have been robbed of their rightful strength.

They can't give it any response.

He withdrew his hand casually and pulled Travis sideways, only to reach his other hand into the fog.

It was really cold. It was not the numbing, stinging cold of the ice and snow of the Far North Wasteland, but like being bitten by the fangs of a poisonous snake, and the cold venom seeped into the flesh, corroded the soul, and quickly took away all the temperature in the body.

Ed lowered his gaze and watched the twisted souls frantically wrap around his fingertips, scrambling to get ahead of them even as they dissipated like water vapor in the sunlight from the proximity of the light.

“...... What's going on?"

Nigel looked back vigilantly, feeling an unusual surge of mist.

Ed quickly clenched his fists, withdrew his stiff fingers, and looked up a little dazedly.

His face isn't very good—no one here looks good.

Nigel shook his head in confusion and moved on.

But Ed already knew...... That's not the right direction.

When the priest turned back abruptly for the second time, the soft light was still following him, but among the light, there was only an even more dazed Travis.

In the fog, the priest's angry roar didn't travel far—and Ed didn't run too far.

The magic that enveloped the body temporarily replaced the light. He carefully clinged to the stone wall like a lizard, and made sure that Nigel hadn't left Travis alone even though he was thundering, before sneaking away.

Dead fog filled the entire pit...... And they tell him clearly everything that is happening.

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Even under the protection of the Light, Borenna's breathing became more and more difficult. He didn't know if it was because these life-devouring death fogs could also swallow air, or if it was because of the fear he couldn't shake off.

If it weren't for Iss's constant grip on his arm, he didn't know if he would have been able to walk. There is nothing but the gray that brings death, and it is more desperate than the endless darkness.

As he turned the corner, he slammed into a protruding rock, and before he could recover from the pain, Iss jerked his head down and threw him to the ground.

There was a strange whistling sound in the mist.

Borena's heart sank. It's a bit of a bad thing to be attacked in such a situation...... The Light's range was small, and he and Iss could only cling to each other like conjoined babies for now. Perhaps Isis still has the strength to fight, but he doesn't even have the strength to draw his sword now.

The sharp arrow lasted for a short time, and although it lost its accuracy due to the fog, it was just as deadly in this narrow space. Borena stiffened, not feeling any injuries at all, but Is's increasingly rapid breathing made him tremble.

There's no need for an angry ice dragon at this time.

"Hey!" Iss said suddenly, "Can anyone else use your ring?"

“...... OK. Borena subconsciously told the truth, "As long as it is activated......"

Isis grabbed his hand and snatched his ring without saying a word.

Borena didn't resist at all, there was a strange peace in his heart - he couldn't resist anyway.

Isis jumped to his feet, and under the holy light, a layer of cold ice quickly covered Borena's body, isolating him from the death mist, and thoughtfully leaving him a little room to breathe...... It's just, how do you look like a coffin.

Borena wanted to laugh but couldn't, and could only watch as the robber quickly disappeared into the fog, leaving him cold and dark.

No, if it's absolutely dark, maybe it's better...... He watched in silence at the gray faces beyond the ice, their faint glow making them clearer, and the sight through the ice making them more distorted and eerie. His Majesty the King, who was lying motionless in the ice coffin, looked at them and felt like he was going crazy as he listened to the tiny sound of the ice breaking apart.

Time has become extraordinarily long. Borena struggled to touch his ring, he had some life-saving gadgets, but he didn't seem to remember them clearly......

Before the ice was completely eroded, the white light flew back.

Isis grabbed Borena and shoved something into his palm.

"Take it. He said, his tone was tough and his eyes wandered.

Borena looked down at the sword that was shoehorned in his hand speechlessly, the slender sword body was almost transparent, dyed red by a layer of blood, and the flickering cold light was still cold and dazzling.

"Murderer's sword. Isis said.

Borena nodded—it sounded like a good sword.

"It was originally a Corinthian Temple. Iss glanced at him quickly, "...... Ed wouldn't mind. ”

So...... Is this for him? Kind of ...... Some kind of compensation?

In order not to laugh out loud, the king almost bit off his tongue.