The "cage" that the old king spoke of was a veritable cage - an iron one, too short for an elf to even stand up straight in it.

"We used to let your girls live in caves, but obviously, we can't give you the same treatment now. "These were meant to be for pesky goblins and errant dwarves, and hopefully you won't be in there for long." He cut the rope from the elf's wrist and opened the cage to let him in.

Norway sat down in the middle of the cage, not very concerned about his current situation.

"I should thank you and apologize to you, few dwarves would be so kind to an elf - and an elf who once pointed a weapon at you. He thanked Mock.

"No, I treat everyone the same way, it doesn't matter if you're a dwarf or an elf, but that doesn't mean I believe you, and if you do do do something damn good, I'll not hesitate to give you an axe. Mock tapped his hard skull.

"What if I were a dragon?" Novi couldn't help but blurt out, then regretting it a little.

Mork looked at him quizzically, "Did you hear that we caught that dragon? It's a dragon! It doesn't care what I do to it, it only cares if I can fit between its teeth." He shook his head, "Although the dwarf doesn't seem to have an appetite for it, it can shred the dwarf as easily as it tears a piece of paper, even if it only has one forepaw left......"

"Only one front paw left?" the elf's tone involuntarily raised.

The dwarf was stunned for a moment: "That looks like an old wound." I've heard that the knights of the water god and a lot of adventurers have been chasing it, and that's not surprising. I just don't understand why it ......"

"Mock!" cried out at the door of the cage-filled cavern, "His Majesty is looking for you!"

The dwarf hurried away, leaving the elf alone in the cage and lost in thought.

The last time he saw the ice dragon, he was unscathed, and they hadn't heard of anyone who had found the ice dragon in the months, if not the dwarves, who had such great power that the ice dragon had lost its front claws?

He remembered the necromancer, but those undead didn't have the advantage they had over other races when facing ice dragons. Ice dragons don't feel fear because of them.

"Hey!

Someone interrupted his thoughts.

Norway looked up and frowned at the men who were in cages like him.

"Duane Cotula. The man who had defended himself in front of Kogan Bronze pointed to himself, sat like an elf, leaning on the side of the iron cage, "How about a deal?"

He examined the elf's face, disappointed and annoyed to find that the elf had no reaction to his name.

"You must have a way to get out of here, right? If you can let us out, we can give you an unexpected reward. The man said, exchanging glances with his companion.

"I think you have some misunderstandings about 'elves'. Novi replied coldly, "Actually, I can't get out of here, let alone save you." ”

"What if we could tell you where those two girls are?" the man smiled slyly.

"I don't think you really know. What Novi hated most were robbers and thieves like them, who regarded themselves as adventurers, and he had no interest in dealing with them, "and I really couldn't get out." ”

In fact, he could, he raised a thief after all. But there was no need to let anyone know about this, and he really had no intention of escaping from here.

Even if he were able to escape, it would only anger the dwarves even more, and their hopes of successfully getting out of here would be even slimmer. The voice that popped into his head while hiding behind a rock with Ed convinced him that there was no exaggeration in Alan Cavo and Ed's description, and that the mysterious half-elf priest, Kelle Brian, should have enough strength to save Is. He could wait for them to leave before trying to figure out of it.

The man didn't seem to believe his words, and as if he wanted to say something more, Novi simply closed his eyes and leaned back.

Mork, the bearded dwarf had bandaged his wounds as promised, at least, he didn't want to live up to that little bit of trust.

He believed that the dwarves wouldn't hurt Tess and Narya if Tess hadn't "struck first".

"Which way are you going now?" said Naria, taking turns shining her torch on the three passages in front of her, hesitating.

"I decided last time, and this time it's your turn. Tates said listlessly, straightening her arm and toasting a half-gnawed piece of hard bread on the torch. Underneath is a vast labyrinth of natural formations, with countless crevices between rocks leading in all directions, most of which are dead-ends, but no one knows until they step inside. They had been hanging around for some amount of time, and Tess was glad she had brought something to eat, otherwise she would have considered fishing in the dark lake she had passed by.

"Seriously," Naria rolled her eyes as she watched in admiration as she gulped down bread into her mouth, "you remember to bring food!"

"Thanks to that bastard paladin. Tess said, "He kept crying out that he was hungry, and I couldn't help but get something to eat." But if we can't get out of here in two days, we still have to catch fish. ”

Nalya shuddered, she didn't want to go near the lake at all, it reminded her of the last time she had been underground, and the silent howl of the skeleton station soldier still gave her nightmares.

But at that time, at least Isis was still with her.

She shifted to the right, feeling that the wind was blowing a little more from that side.

"This way!" she decided, stepping forward, but Tess stayed where she was.

"Tess!" she snapped back.

The red-haired girl waved her hand at her, making it look like she was listening.

Naria tilted her head in confusion as she complied. At first she didn't hear anything, it was so quiet that it sometimes made them feel like they had fallen into another world. But gradually, she heard the faint sound of percussion, again and again, extremely regular.

"Dwarves?" she asked, presumably dwarves tirelessly tapping the rocks in their mines.

"If there is a hole down there, we can get out!" Tess snatched the torch with joy, took a look, and drilled back from where they had come before, and Narya had to follow closely.

They had gone far back and turned into a fork in the road they had not walked before, and the sound of the knocking was interrupted for a moment, but it was not long before it sounded again to guide them in their direction.

Tess hesitated and stopped.

"Why do I think it's a trap?" she said.

"Even if we have to jump down, it's better than going around in circles here without a head. Naria replied.

Approaching the place where the sound came from, they slowed down and extinguished their torches to hide their figures. I thought that there would be a fire lit by the dwarves in front of them to keep them from falling into complete darkness, but it turned out to be pitch black, with only one or two faint bits of light flashing when the knock sounded.

They had no choice but to light the torches again and proceed cautiously.

The tapping stopped again.

"It's definitely a trap!" Tates muttered under her breath. Naria didn't speak, just drew her dagger.

It didn't take long for Tess to stop in the middle of a small clearing, stand there dumbfounded, then scream and turn around and grab Naria and run.

Naria pulled her back with all her might, and although they hadn't been together for very long, she already knew the red-haired girl a little, and although it seemed powerful at times, she was actually quite timid.

She snatched the torch and dragged Tess forward. She didn't feel anything dangerous chasing after her, and it was never too late to run away when she saw what it was.

In the flickering firelight, there was a narrow gap in front of them, and through the gap, a large eye seemed to hang in the air, staring at them roundly.

Naria gasped and took a step back.

Tess dragged her back, "That's an evil spirit! It's a cyclops...... It's not a good thing!

"Wouldn't Moqi warn you if there was danger?" said Naria. The little mongoose was peeking out of Tess's arms, its eyes half-open, as if it had just woken up.

Nothing was closing in on them, so Naria steadied herself, let go of Tess, and took a few bold steps forward.

Tess let out a low moan, grunting, and still following her.

There was a rustling sound through the gap, as if something was trying to squeeze through. Naria raised her torch aloft and finally saw the figure on the other side.