Scott grabbed Is's arm and struggled to hold his feet on the shaking ground without hitting either side of the bar.

"What did you do?" asked Is, surprised.

"Can I ask the same question?" Lydia's voice sounded not far away.

She stared at Scott with interest: "I gotta say, it's pretty impressive. What the hell did you do?"

“...... Prayer. Scott coldly threw her the simplest answer.

"Pray for what, let the volcano erupt and swallow everyone, including you?" Lydia scoffed. Another jolt made her fall to the ground in embarrassment.

Scott's lips were closed grimly. He hadn't expected what was happening in front of him, but now it was too late to regret it.

Lydia held out her hand to them, a gentle incantation that sounded a little trembling as the ground continued to shake. Scott instinctively stood in front of Is, but it wasn't an offensive spell.

The sturdy iron door opened inward with a soft thud.

"Come out. Lydia said, with a slight irritation in her voice, "We need to get out of here as soon as possible." ”

Scott was a little dazed for a moment. He stood still, looking at him suspiciously.

"Believe it or not. I don't want you to die here - in this way. Lydia clasped her arms coldly, "Or would you rather die here than accept the kindness of a necromancer?"

"What a good intention!" exclaimed Is.

Scott dragged him out of the cage without a word. His gaze did not leave the woman he still couldn't fathom for a moment.

"I guess you know how to teleport?" Lydia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course. Scott replied without hesitation.

The female mage sneered and disappeared in an instant.

“...... Do you know how to teleport?" asked Is, confused.

"No, it won't. Scott replied without hesitation.

Iss opened his mouth and closed it again. I don't know what to say.

"I'm studying!" Scott's voice sounded a little agitated.

"Now?" Iss couldn't help but let the suspicion in his tone take place, "Where did you learn it? You know teleportation isn't that ......"

In front of them, they had returned from the dark cavern to a silvery white ice field.

Iss blinked, having to admit that he was genuinely a little surprised.

Scott let go of him and sat down on the snow. Everything in front of him seemed to have a strange red light, and his ears were ringing, so he couldn't help but hug his head in pain and wanted to explode.

"Scott......" Is's cold hand rested carefully on his hand. "Are you alright?"

Scott shook his head and grabbed a handful of snow and pressed it against his hot face. Try to calm yourself down.

"I'm fine. He said that it was not his hallucination to perceive the red light in front of him and the roar in his ears.

He looked up, and the sky in the distance seemed to be obscured by the darkest clouds, and then ignited by flames. The whole earth trembled slightly, succumbing to the feet of that great force.

A volcano that hadn't erupted for thousands of years was awakened. The rising smoke, half fiery red and half gray-black, surged into the sky and the foot of the mountain, and a low roar could be heard in the distance, as if the giants buried at the foot of the mountains were roaring and waking up.

“...... Hell!" Scott cursed in a cold sweat, "Running Deer's camp!"

"They're fine. Iss reassured him, "It's not a big eruption. The barbarians' camp is far enough away that it may rain black snow for a few days...... There's nothing wrong with scaring them. It's the necromancers...... They probably didn't have enough time to escape. ”

Scott was speechless for a long time. His mission seemed to be accomplished in a way he never expected.

Iss looked at him with a twinkle in his eyes. Apparently this was also thought of.

"You...... Are you leaving?" he asked in a hesitant whisper.

"Not now. Scott sighed, "I've got to get this thing out of your hands first." ”

He dragged Is's right hand and glared at the ring he had never seen before. He knew exactly what magic items were in the Temple of Collins—at least he had been. But I've never even heard of this.

"You said Lydia unlocked it easily...... What did she do then?" he asked.

"It's just putting your hand on it. "It was really just an apparition of her......

"A phantom?" repeated Scott gloomily.

"Maybe we can try cutting ......," Iss gestured to his wrist.

"Don't even think about it. Scott's face stiffened.

"Then I can't help it. Isis said with a wrish. He felt that Scott was still angry with him, though there was nothing to complain about.

"I have to take you back. After a long silence, Scott made a decision.

"Where's it going?, Christus?" asked Is, somewhat expectantly.

"No, Kasdan Forest...... I have a friend there who probably knows more. ”

Copas Fenton. The gray-haired, stern, silent middle-aged priest was well-informed among humans. He spends most of his time near Cantril. It shouldn't be too hard to find him.

Until then, he had to go to Benlu's camp again. Maybe some of the necromancers escaped—Lydia was still alive, and it wasn't over. He hated giving up halfway, but perhaps the only way to fight was to rely on the barbarians themselves. He believed that the tenacious race would always find its way to survival.

And he and Is...... He was sure that Lydia wouldn't let it go, and maybe staying away from the ice was the last thing he could do for the barbarians...... And the best thing about it.

Hoan ran desperately.

His chest was painful and stiff, no matter how hard he tried, it was as if he couldn't breathe in any more air, and his legs were so heavy that they looked like their muscles had turned to rock. But he didn't dare to stop. Don't even dare to look back.

He came out after Toom. He involuntarily glanced back as the dull loud bang erupted from beneath the ground, and saw a stream of fiery red lava spewing high into the rock formation, then flying in all directions like fireworks. Billowing black smoke then surged into the sky as if it had life, and then whistled unwillingly and dispersed with the wind.

For a moment, he thought that the flames from hell had finally burst out of the ground, trying to burn the world. The sight was so terrible and yet so enchanting that he stood there in a daze until the wind carried the scorching smoke. Roaring like a beast, it stretched out its hand to him.

He turned around and ran, realizing that he was in a hell of smoke and fire. It was the cave where he had lived not long ago.

He could almost faintly hear the screams of those who remained in the cave...... It was only two or three people who cleverly followed him and Tum out of the cave, and now, Master Toom was long gone. The old mage with a couple of Flesh Golems fled much faster than he did.

He couldn't take his undead with him. Even though the smoke obscured the sky almost instantly, the surroundings were as dark as night. It's still daytime.

There will be no one to help him, no one will come to save him. Whether living or dead......

He could only drag his injured body and run towards the valley alone, even if he fell to the ground in the trembling of the ground, even rolling and crawling, he did not dare to stop at all.

The tremors from the ground didn't last long, but Huo An could hear the roar behind him. The crumbling snow turned into hot steam in the heat, and the melted snow was rushing down in black sand, a black monster more terrifying than the scorching smoke and fire, and it was in hot pursuit.

Despair faintly grew in the young man's heart. More than that, they are unwilling. He didn't want to die here. He finally had a fresh start...... It was not easy for him to get out of that dark and narrow crypt, the silent and cold old man, even if his friends were still only dark and dead......

He still has so many things he wants. Although he could barely tell what it was now, what he longed for, he didn't want to die like this!

That was the only force that sustained him.

Unable to move his legs any longer, he began to grit his teeth and try to climb the steep hill, remorsefully realizing that this should have been the path he had chosen in the first place, rather than being stupid and running faster than anyone else with the mudslide that was rushing towards the valley.

But now he had almost no strength, and his trembling limbs could not support his thin body. He picked at the remaining snow on the hillside. His fingers were scraped bloody from the hard rocks under the snow, and little by little they moved upwards. But in despair, he realized that he couldn't climb high enough before the roaring black beast caught up with him......

Suddenly, a huge black shadow enveloped him. The boy looked up blankly, a huge palm falling towards his head, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted it up with ease.

A barbarian...... No expression, no breathing, no will of their own.

The necromancer's most loyal friend.

The silent guard rudely threw the boy over his shoulder, and Joan immediately hugged its thick neck firmly. Its muscles were stiff and lacking in temperature, but the boy suddenly had a strange sense of security as if he was in the arms of a loved one.

The most ridiculous thing is...... He didn't really know what it was like to be "embraced by a loved one".

The Meat Golem's movements were not agile, but they were strong enough, and it took little effort to climb to the top of the slope, where its owner, Tuscan Tum, was gloomy as another Meat Golem was held in his arms like a child. This position may be a bit humiliating, but it is the safest.

"Tum...... Master ......" Huo An snorted a little dazedly. He didn't expect the old mage to come to his rescue. The necromancers had always looked out for themselves, and he didn't expect any help, even from his cunning and flamboyant teacher, Lydia Bell...... He guessed that she would be able to escape safely, she knew how to teleport, and she was quite good at it, but she probably didn't even think to come and find her weak apprentice and save him from this hell.

Tum snorted coldly, his face covered in black ash that made him look rather embarrassed.

He didn't say anything, just commanded the Meat Golem to continue away from the volcano that seemed to be calming down, but was still erupting.

Far away enough to barely hear the roar of the mudslides crashing into the valley, Hoan's head finally drooped to his guardian's chest little by little, sinking into a restless sleep.

(To be continued)