The center of the whole cave is concave downward, the space is not small, the terrain is not complicated, but it seems very crowded and disorganized, many stone pillars stand abruptly in all kinds of strange places, the ground is uneven, and the steps are twisted as if they have been gnawed out. From where they were, hundreds of savages could be clearly seen gathered on either side of something massive, tapping incessantly, and the outline of the thing was revealed in the rock, which was stuck diagonally in the rock, and had been dug out for the most part.

"Are all the people here alive?" Ed asked in surprise, everyone seemed normal, and he even saw a barbarian raising his arm to wipe his sweat - dead people don't sweat!

"Some are still alive. "Perhaps Lydia doesn't want the contents to be destroyed, and the dead can't do such delicate work." "But those people have already been marked as sacrifices, and when they dig up what Lydia wants, their lives will also end.

"What the hell are they knocking on? Is that the ruins of a city?" Ed asked, it looked a bit like a wall.

Iss frowned and looked at it.

"That's a bone. He said.

“...... Are you serious?" Ed almost cried out, "Something has a bone that big! yours isn't that big!"

"Giants. ”

Ed looked a little frightened. He turned his head and stared at the bone for a long time before he could speak, "...... Is it true that the giant is also real?!Why is it in the stone?Is this mountain really the corpse of a giant become?!"

“...... If you make such a fuss again, I'll put you straight in front of Toom, and I'll be found out sooner or later. ”

Ed kept his mouth shut, trying to look indifferent, grim, cold.

As they walked up the crooked steps, a cold wind blew through the side of the passage they had walked through, where there was a gap that was both high and narrow, like two mountains pressed together, and it was dark as if it were squeezed together, and it was dark that it led to nowhere.

Ed leaned in and took a look. I was a little apprehensive.

"Shall we go in and have a look?" he asked.

Eth stared at the darkness for a moment, grabbing him and pushing him toward a brighter spot.

"There's no need. He said.

The last time he came, he hadn't noticed that there was such a gap, and it seemed like no one was passing, but there was too dark an air in the gust of wind. He even felt that it was best to avoid it, not to mention that he was dragging an Ed Singer.

Ed didn't object, and even though he was in a cave full of undead spirits, he still wanted to stay in the light as much as possible.

They walked down the stairs and through the silent crowd, the living and the dead alike silent. When Ed realized that the barbarians who were acting as guards were all undead, he felt his hair stand on end, and a chill ran down his spine and seeped into his blood. Young and strong undead, bulging muscles vaguely carrying the power of life. The haggard and desperate living man has only a cold dead ash in his eyes. The lines between life and death blurred and twisted, leaving Ed in a trance feeling like he was already in hell, and the rocks beneath his feet would crack at any moment, spewing black flames. Burned his soul to ashes in an instant.

As if sensing his fear, Iss reached out and grabbed his wrist. His fingers were as cold and powerful as the undead, but they brought Ed a wordless comfort that calmed him down.

Ed secretly counted the number of undead and living people. From what he saw before his eyes alone, there were far more living barbarians than turned into undead, but if he could count on being able to let the barbarians organize themselves to revolt, as he had done at Miaz Weiss. It seems unlikely. The elves had told him about the terrible stop, he had seen the corpses with his own eyes, and the Anktanians were much more numerous than the skeletons, most of them were young, and a priest, a paladin. There were still heavy casualties, not to mention the fact that the living barbarians here were mostly old men and women, their feet still chained to a long iron chain, and he had nothing to inspire them - the Anktans at least had faith, but these people seemed to have lost hope altogether.

There aren't many necromancers here. Most of them are in a hurry. They rubbed shoulders with one or two of them, and Ed was worried about being recognized as not belonging here, but the mages just hung their heads and walked forward, not caring who they really were, as if being alive and moving freely here was enough for them to be tacitly considered one kind.

"How many necromancers will there be here to control these guards?" Ed asked in a low and uneasy voice. There were more than a hundred undead creatures he could see, and that was probably not all of them.

Isis did not answer. He had the same doubts, and the knowledge he had inherited told him that the souls of barbarians had unique powers, and that they were not meant to be slaves of necromancers. But by the barbarian who had helped him...... When the patchwork of undead attacked, he realized that something was silently changing in the darkness that he couldn't see.

They came to the end of the bone wrapped in the rock—perhaps not the real end, but the rest of it had not yet been revealed. The sight looked rather miserable, the rocks on the top seemed to have collapsed as people dug up, some people were crushed underneath, blood was pouring all over the ground, and a few savages were scraping away the stones and the corpses of their people.

“...... They are well controlled. Isis whispered.

"What?" Ed asked.

"Those undead. Even though the blood was in front of them, they didn't move. ”

Ed looked at the few undead guards and asked worriedly, "So they're more difficult to deal with?"

"It doesn't make a difference to me. Isis replied rather haughtily, pulling Edra in front of him, blocking his body, "Stay still." ”

Ed stayed honestly, and it wasn't long before he heard heavy footsteps, accompanied by the sound of chains mopping the floor.

When the cacophony stopped, someone spoke maliciously, "That's right, look at that, dwarf, take a good look, that's your credit!"

Ed pricked up his ears - dwarves?

No one responded, and the sound of footsteps and chains sounded behind them again, fading away.

Tuscan Toom rubbed his hands carefully. He didn't like the colors that had settled in his wrinkles, but after a long period of soaking in blood and all kinds of juices, those colors were hard to remove, and the criss-crossing dark lines made his hands look more and more dry.

He could have gotten a much younger body - but now it was too late. That made him have a gratuitous grudge against the dwarf in front of him.

But he couldn't kill him, and he couldn't control his spirit. Dwarves don't have the natural ability to resist magic like elves, but they have an extremely tenacious will.

"Mock Brass Flame. He sat down in his large, comfortable chair and looked gloomily at the dwarf in front of him, "You should know that the only reason you're still alive is because we need a dwarf to make sure the hole doesn't collapse." If you can't do that, maybe we'd better go to the Silver Tooth Mine and catch another one - and I've always wondered if a dead dwarf would be a little better at hammering stones than any other race?"

"Your people will never be able to enter our mines again. Mork replied calmly, "If you don't believe me, try it." As for his own fate, he seemed to be completely out of mind.

Tuscany's long nails scratched at the armrests, and the frustration made him even angrier and agitated, but he disguised it well.

"I'm guessing you saw those who were crushed to death, dwarves, and that had to be on your account. "He changed the way he attacked.

"The gods know that my hands are clean. "I have already told those savages where they can knock, where they can't, where they need how much force they need, and what they must stop when they see something...... But they're not dwarves, they don't understand stones, they don't want to know at all, I can't change that, I can't look at every place. "The old mage in front of him would not have known that if he had thought that the hole would have collapsed and buried everyone underneath it—if it weren't for the fact that there were so many living savages here, he would have done it a long time ago.

"Here outside the realm of the gods, they can't see you, they can't hear your supplications, you've been marked, your soul will only end up in hell, dwarf, the sooner you accept this, the less pain you'll have!" Tuscany's voice finally turned into an angry and hoarse roar at the end, and every time he faced the dwarf, he felt a deep powerlessness, he could not defeat him, and he did not even see a trace of fear and wavering in his face.

"I never pray. The dwarf said calmly, "And my soul has a place to be." As for hell, at least one thing I know for sure - you'll be there, and maybe you should accept it sooner rather than later. ”

Tuscany's fingers curled up, anger and fear making him tremble. He shouldn't have let him say so much.

"Dwarf, every ounce of your disrespect will only bring you more pain...... When exactly will you learn this lesson? The old mage growled.

"Come on. "It doesn't matter if I don't open my mouth or not, you just like to torture people, and if you like the screams, you'll never get any pleasure out of me—old fellow, when will you understand this? ”

He watched with satisfaction as the old necromancer Huo Ran got up, and his distorted facial features no longer pretended to be calm. Since he couldn't escape, he had to find some fun for himself.

"I'll make you regret it, dwarf!!" the old mage growled.

"We'll see, old fellow. Mock replied without fear, "We'll see." ”

When the sharp pain of the muscle cutting made the dwarf's consciousness begin to blur, he was thinking about a strange question: if you can make people like this, you can't die, and if these necromancers change to medicine, maybe they have some future?