As soon as Tess's scalp exploded, it immediately bounced far away.

Norway stared at the leather rope in his hand in disgust, and wanted to throw it directly into the fire.

"Barbarians...... Is there such a strange custom?" Narya was glad she hadn't touched it, but she cowered back uncomfortably.

"It's not a barbarian custom, it's a spell of necromancers, quite ancient, and they use it to deliver messages...... Writing the words on it with blood and throwing them into the fire to burn them, the mage who holds the skin of the same person can immediately see the words wherever he is......"

Not only is Tess's scalp tingling now, her hair is standing on end.

"Is that woman really a necromancer?" asked Narya, surprised, she never thought that there would be a necromancer among the barbarians.

Norway shook his head: "It doesn't look like it. But she was probably delivering a message to the necromancers. ”

Naria immediately remembered Scott, who was leading a few young men from the Benlu tribe to find the necromancer's hideout, which was no secret in the camp.

"Scott. She whispered.

"They may be trapping themselves. Norway tightened his grip on the leather rope in his hand.

"We need to warn them!" Naria jumped.

"They've been on their way for more than a day, and we don't know where they're going. Tess said, "Oh, why don't we have such handy spells?—I mean, convenient, but not such disgusting spells!"

"Someone knows where they went...... And if there are necromancer spies here, we must also warn the barbarians that they may be in danger as a result. ”

Tess looked at the elf, and she understood what he meant, "But no one here will believe us!"

"That's another story. "But if we have any misfortune because we hide this secret, it will be our fault." ”

This is somewhat different from what they are hiding from Nutka.

Norway nodded in agreement, "Scott said the chief here is a reasonable man...... Maybe we can talk to him. ”.

Even a reasonable chief would have a hard time accepting that someone in his people was willing to serve a necromancer. Although they did not belong to the same tribe, they shared the same beliefs, and he did not believe that any living barbarian would make such a choice.

Dutton didn't get angry at the pastor's friends, just kept shaking his head.

"You're not sure if it's the kind of thing you're talking about. You don't know how the woman got it, and we can't just assume that a barbarian is working for a necromancer. ”

Tess tapped her toes on the ground quickly, she was always impatient with such conversations, but Norway was calm—he was used to anticipating the worst. And now. At least the sheikh didn't question that they were deliberately planting a false accusation, or deliberately causing chaos, which was already quite a good start.

"I know there's not much basis for this speculation, so I'm just hoping you'll tell us which direction Scott is going. We are his friends and cannot risk putting him in danger. As for the woman, I didn't ask you to arrest her or anything, but it wouldn't hurt to be more mindful of her. ”

Dutton hesitated. His youngest son followed Scott, and he understood the mood of the men, but the woman was not from the Benlu tribe. If he questioned several humans and elves for her accusations that there was not much evidence, it would most likely lead to a split among the different tribes in the camp.

He looked at Siao, and the old shaman opened his mouth to say a few words.

The chief thought for a moment and nodded.

"Then let's ask her. He said.

It was a completely different way of interrogating than Tess.

Even if they couldn't understand the barbarian's language, the humans and elves watching could feel the power that naturally emanated from the old man's expression, posture, and tone. Even though he has lost the help of the spirits of his ancestors, he still retains the wisdom he has accumulated over a long period of time and the authority conferred upon him by thousands of years of faith.

It was unbelievably short for the woman to go from arguing angrily and accusing them to falling to the ground in fear and shame.

“...... And that's it?" Realizing that the woman had confessed to her guilt, Tess couldn't help but ask, "Is it that simple?" and she was ready to stab the old shaman or the chief in the neck to force them to tell where Scott had gone.

"Tess!" Norway retorted in a low voice.

Dutton smiled at her, but his smile was a little heavy. If the dark forces had eroded into the living, the battle they would face would be much more difficult.

"So, can you tell Scott which direction they're going?" asked Naria eagerly.

"Of course, but they've been gone for more than a day, I know their plans, and they're going to go fast. We may not have time to catch up with them. The wrinkle between Dutton's brows was worried, and he was just as worried about the pastor and the young men who followed him.

"I can catch up with them. The elf said, "Just give me a horse and a clear direction - as long as I can see the sun or the moon, I will not get lost." ”

“...... Do you want to leave us behind?" protested Tess loudly.

Naria gently pulled her into her arms, "He's right, we'll drag him down." ”

Even after Scott's treatment and more than a day of rest. She still felt sore, and she believed that Tess was too, and even though she still looked vibrant, there was still a hint of exhaustion between her brows.

Tess said upsetly, "Maybe we can get her to send another message to the necromancers?" and tell them that Scott hadn't found a place and had returned to camp or something......

Norway shook his head: "The timing is not right, and those necromancers are very suspicious...... But Tess was right. He turned to Dutton and Sao, "It would be more useful for you to keep this woman." ”

"I understand, and ......," Dutton looked at the woman, "the night the camp was almost attacked, she was supposed to be drugged in our campfire, but she didn't. ”

The women hesitated when the camp that took them in was about to suffer the same fate as the Winter Wolf tribe. Scott chases away the undead who come to attack the camp, while also covering up her betrayal of the necromancer.

"No more people will know about it. You can pick any horse you want. Dutton told the elves, "They also hurry at night and rest in the afternoon until the sun goes down." In the direction of the rising sun, their destination was in Galakash. Beneath the three peaks of almost exactly the same height to the northeast of the Giant's Spine. ”

"Take Xiao Mo with you. Tess handed the round, sleepy-eyed mongoose to Norvi, "Dealing with skeletons or something, it can top ten elves on top of each one!".

Winter in the Northern Wastelands usually lasts until May, but after a blizzard. The sun finally fell on the snow and ice after nearly a month's absence, and the wind was still cold, but it gave people the illusion that spring was coming, revealing a large blue sky between the white clouds, which was suffocatingly pure.

Ed was warmly sunburned, but neither the excessively bright sunlight nor the more dazzling light reflected from the ice dragon's scales and snow made him unable to open his eyes at all.

"I'm going to be blind!" he groaned, and the scenery below was so magnificent that he couldn't appreciate it.

"I told you not to come. The ice dragon made no secret of its schadenfreude. "It's too late to go back now. ”

"Never!" said Ed firmly. He grinded hard for a long time before the ice dragon agreed to take him to the cave where the necromancers were hiding, and he was already halfway there, how could he give up for the reason that "the sun is too dazzling"!

The ice dragon tried to hide his shadow in the shadow of the mountain peak. If the sun was allowed to imprint its figure clearly on the snow, it would be easy to spot, and now. It doesn't want to cause more trouble.

It landed in the shade of a mountain peak near the cave, barely making a sound.

Ed slid from its back to the ground, stepped back a little, and watched intently as the ice dragon transformed into a young black-robed mage, giving out a heartfelt admiration.

They entered the dark and silent cavern and walked for a while without hearing anything.

"Are you sure it's here?" Ed whispered, tripped over a stone because the light was too dim. Straight to Is's back.

Iss grabbed him impatiently and tucked him under his arm.

“...... Can you change your position?" Ed struggled twice, it was too ugly, and his feet were still dragging on the ground!

"Shut up!" said Is, angrily, swapping him over his shoulder.

Ed obediently shut his mouth. Even after becoming a human, Is's temper did not change any better.

Isis strode without hesitation in the darkness. Ed gradually heard a faint knocking sound, and felt a warmer wind blowing from the depths of the cavern, with a slightly rotting breath, on his face.

-- It wasn't just the wind coming from the depths of the cave.

When Ed realized that something was coming at them. Isis had unceremoniously kicked an undead creature far away.

He didn't let Ed go, he dodged the other undead sideways, reached out and grabbed the other's hair the moment it brushed past him, slamming it hard against the wall on the other side, the sound of the skull shattering was dull and creepy.

Ed's hair stood on end, and he didn't want to know what it was. But a huge body fell heavily to the side, and he couldn't see it, he could only smell the smell coming from his nose, the faint stench of decay, the smell of flesh and blood, mixed with a stuffy smell that made people a little dizzy.

He could feel that the thing seemed to be struggling to get up, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Is!

Isis made up with a kick that shattered the skull, completely severing the link between the undead and his summoner. The slimy liquid on his hand made him shake his hand in disgust, and the human hand felt different from his sharp, scaly-protected claws.

Ed stiffened and couldn't say a word, just wiped his face desperately—something cold, sticky splashed on his face, making him feel like the whole patch of skin was itching.

The undead who had been swept away by Isis rushed silently again. Its target was only Ed—his warm body like a bright flame in its remaining black-fogged consciousness.

Destroy any living creature that comes near here, without a mark, that's the order it gets. It could see another creature, but its body was almost as cold as its own, so it was no different from a stone.

But "that stone" is dangerous.

Even if they lose their heads and return to darkness, the undead are not aware of this.