Four pairs of eyes looked up at him. He still retains his human form, but with silver-white wings on his back, the wind blows his slightly long blonde hair, and he seems to be wrapped in a hazy light, which does not look weird, nor does it have the slightest hint of evil, but shows a bit of holiness.

Ed clasped his hands nervously as he watched as the sparkling ice sprouted from Is's palm, growing like a plant stretching its branches, thin runes snaking beneath the ice, glowing slightly, and penetrating into the hole the thickness of a little finger along with the ice.

Everyone unconsciously held their breath. No one knows if the door will reject a "key" that is not from the hands of the dwarves...... If they fail, the keyhole will be completely sealed, and they may never be able to enter the Black Rock again.

Iss closed his eyes. The ice spike was not just the water he frozen, it was also an extension of his body, everything it could perceive was in his mind.

"Don't let it freeze with the rock. ”

Ed's repeated reminder popped out of his head, and he kicked aside in exasperation.

He's not that stupid!

Runes illuminate the intricate grooves in the keyhole. He carefully manipulated the ice to keep it from touching the cylinder, until he had a clear understanding of its internal structure, and it took shape in an instant, stuck in it.

He opened his eyes and waved down, and Ed immediately looked at Fili. The paladin was rarely nervous to clear his throat, and fearing that a cough would also be part of the incantation, so he could only recite the incantation in a particularly rough voice, which was as sonorous as a rock crash.

There was a soft clicking sound in the keyhole, and the lock cylinder and key were changing with the spell, and the light blue soft light spread out like water, centered on the small hole, and spread like a spider web to the entire stone door, drawing another picture hidden in the stone door.

A woman with long hair and a staff in her hand, slender and slender, with a resolute and indifferent countenance. Behind her, the meandering water was dotted with stars, as if she was in a galaxy shining in the night sky, not any other river in the world.

Ed subconsciously thought it should be Felicity, and immediately reacted - no. Felicity's hair wasn't so curly, the lines on her face weren't so hard and cold, and the staff wasn't the Staff of Eternity.

Rabaiah, the priest of the first water god among the human beings?

He thought, but couldn't prove it. The picture was fleeting, and the stone gate did not move again. The beating heart sank like a stone, and everyone looked at each other.

They had considered all sorts of circumstances, and even considered that the spell had been specially designed by the dwarves for the temple of the god of water, and they were very careful to let Fili, a paladin who had a firm and unequivocal faith, recite it...... Even Ed was a little too weak to take on this task.

His power is not pure, and his faith is not religious.

But if the key is useless, the painting should not appear, and it is not until the end of the door that it is discovered that the key is not made of gems but ice?

Isis raised half of his eyebrows, flapped his wings, and kicked towards the door in mid-air.

Ed didn't have time to stop it, a loud cry was still stuck in his throat, and the closed stone door shook slightly, silently cracking a crack in the middle.

"Pick the key, pick the lock, push. Isis folded his wings and fell back to the ground, explaining smugly, "This is the right way to open the door." ”

Nana responded with a loud cry, her little wings clapping like a clapp, as if it had opened the door.

Ed just wanted to roll his eyes. Is's kick is definitely not the meaning of "push"!

Anyway, the door opened, and Mock took two steps forward, stretched out his hands and pressed them against the door, took a deep breath, and pushed it out forcefully.

The stone gate was extremely heavy, but it was not effortless to push, and there was no sound at all. The thick darkness was like a tangible thing, accompanied by a dull air, rushing out of the stone gate, and then retreating like a tide in the bright moonlight.

The dwarf stood there motionless for a few moments. The others waited quietly, no one urging, until the dwarf silently lit the torches, nodded to his companions, and stepped into his ancient, never-before-visited home.

Akruy, Akruy, under the black rocks, the furnace is blazing.

His ancestors resolutely left hundreds of years ago, as if they had never looked back, but this is their hometown after all.

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The kingdom of the dwarves is not as dark as people think, after all, it is not just a "mine", it is also their home. The bright and warm flame never goes out, jumping on the torches, on the candlesticks, in the iron furnace, and the splashing of sparks accompanied by rhythmic hammering declares that the light is extinguished...... But, that was when there were still dwarves living here.

As the stone door slowly closed behind them, Ed's heart trembled uncontrollably—he felt like he was locked in a tomb. It was too quiet and windy, but even the wind seemed to be muddy, humming muffled in the complex passages, sluggish and tired. The smell of decay like a catacombs floated on the nose, not strong, but the smell of another unknown spice was stronger.

He couldn't help but sneeze, unusually loud in the silence. Five pairs of eyes, large and small, turned to him, and he had to rub his nose and apologize: "I'm sorry...... It tastes a little ...... Well, it doesn't smell bad, either. ”

“...... This is the taste of heartgrass. Mock explained in a low voice, "It's usually used for festivals. ”

The dwarf's voice was deep, and even if it was deliberately lowered, it spread like a wave of water, but it seemed quieter and more empty in the distance.

They huddled together and walked cautiously. There was an infinite darkness in front of them, and the group illuminated by the light of the torches was like a few tiny flying insects, cowering uneasily under the only source of light.

Dwarves and dragons can actually see in the dark, and a few humans can cast a small spell on themselves. It was Mock who insisted on lighting the torches, which was like ...... A kind of etiquette when visiting someone's home, even if the host may no longer be there.

But this light can actually disrupt the vision, so that the ice dragon can't see a little farther away. Eth poked Ed's arm impatiently, making a snapping gesture.

Ed was a little helpless. It's this guy who can't tell this secret, especially the dwarves, and it's this guy who can't help but want to show off...... He hesitated, but nodded slightly—Mork should have known about this sooner or later.

Isis immediately raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A flame rose from his fingertips, much larger than the one he had used to melt the dark gold before. The flame roared up like a bird, gradually changing shape and becoming ...... Dragon.