As the elf burst into the room alone, the necromancer at the table glanced back at him nonchalantly.

"I thought the elves had no damn curiosity, and it seems I was wrong," he said, "and where is the red-haired girl? ”

He'd seen them in the forest, and knew they were in the same place as he was looking for, but at the time they seemed completely confused. He wanted to kill them, but then he gave up. If the magic in the forest could stop them, he wouldn't be guilty of making trouble for himself.

Even he himself was almost lost. He summoned the dead in the forest last night, but he summoned a human who knew nothing, only that there was a place in the forest that even the undead would not want to approach. He relied on the vague guidance and made a great circle to find this place, and even if there was no trace on the ground, he knew that this was Ankeland.

He could feel the cold, sweet breath of death—thousands of dead elves lay in the dirt beneath his feet, unwilling souls that could be easily awakened.

He summoned them. The rebels of thousands of years ago became his obedient slaves, guiding him to the chasm, digging a buried passage for him, where everything he wanted should have been.

He could perceive the skeletons on the ground as they were knocked down, each skeleton connected to him, each of them falling and regrouping draining his strength, but he needed them to stall for time. He wasn't going to go home empty-handed.

He didn't stop searching as his most powerful servants rushed towards the elves.

And the elf found it a bit difficult for him to "lure away" the two skeleton warriors.

He could hear what Ace described howling, and it wasn't all without his effect. While resisting the terrifying voices in his head, his movements inevitably slowed. His weapons weren't as useful on the ground, and the skeleton's armor looked like a patchwork of different armor, but it still had good defense. The strength and agility of these two skeletons were beyond his expectations.

"Prick their eye sockets...... Or simply cut off their heads. Ace had said that, but it wasn't easy.

He jumped backwards, keeping an eye on the room and leading them to the cracks......

A brown shadow sprang out of his arms and slammed into the face of a skeleton.

Mochi let out a high-pitched cry and scurried irregularly across the skeleton's body, the kind of frenzied dance that the mongoose used against the viper, apparently as effective against the skeleton. The undead couldn't see Moqi, it was a bright, warm ball of light scurrying around for it, and it couldn't refrain from trying to catch it, even if it wasn't commanded to do so.

It began to pat its body with both hands, spinning in place.

Norvi's pressure was relieved in half, and he managed to lure the other skeleton knight behind the black platform in front of the rift. Out of the corner of his eye, Ace's figure rushed into the room as planned. He bypassed the skeleton that was still clinging to Moqi and rushed towards the necromancer who had just realized his danger. He stepped over the skeleton lying on a stone pillar......

He stopped abruptly.

The elves also saw the strange set of bones, short and stout, with a complete, distinctly styled armor - it was a dwarf. He didn't have time to think about why a dwarf was here, but that obviously meant more to Ace.

"Ace!" he cried out anxiously. Their opportunity is fleeting.

Countless shattered images overlapped, and countless voices rang out in his head.

"I feel like we should leave. ”

"Look, Scott, Silver!"

"It's full of elf stench!Why don't we ......?"

"Drop that, Lydia!"

“...... Can't come back. ”

“...... The greatest discovery!"

"Keeping ...... secrets"

"When you refuse to help me, you lose the power to stop. ”

"Stop! little mage!"

"But it can't be ......"

"Lydia!"

“...... But I like you. ”

......

He saw their shadows dangling back and forth, but he couldn't catch any of them, Scott's back flashed, Lydia's eyes turned black, Ragan raised his massive battle axe, black flames burst out of the cracked ground, Celebrian brandished his staff like a sword, Eren crushed under the collapsed stone pillars, red blood flowing to his feet......

A dagger pierced Lydia's lower abdomen.

- "But I like you. ”

Those were the last words of Nia Meyerliu's life, before being dragged into hell by those twisted black shadows, after stabbing the woman he had silently liked for so many years but never dared to say it.

There was a sharp pain in the calf. Ace, who had broken free from the hallucination, was dizzy and staggered to his knees, and Ragon ...... The dwarf's bones were right in front of him.

"Ace!" it was Tess screaming.

Ace shook his head vigorously, relying on his body's instinct rather than his chaotic consciousness to knock away the skeleton that was swinging his sword at the girl who was hugging her head in a ball. Mochi squeaked over his shoulder, his teeth still stained with his blood.

When he lost consciousness, the human body couldn't even resist the fangs of a mongoose. If it weren't for Tess's sudden appearance, he might have died at the hands of the skeletal warrior's sword, or let his instincts of self-preservation reign in front of everyone and turn back into an ice dragon in front of everyone.

With a sudden surge of deep disgust—he couldn't tell if it was for himself, the body, or the undead in front of him—he threw another punch to the ground as it tried to get up.

Norway had just finished off his opponent when he rushed over and plunged his sword into the skeleton's eye socket.

He gasped and looked at Ace with concern, "Are you okay?"

Ace shook his head and nodded, still not fully recovering from the shock of those memories. He didn't understand why he had fallen into such a ...... In the illusion of what had happened, it always seemed to be with the eyes of Nia. This is not the first time, and dragons do not have such abilities.

"The mage ran into the passageway, and he seemed to have found something...... I don't know if it's too late to catch up, but I doubt ......"

A dull low sound interrupted Novi's words.

“...... As I feared, he collapsed the passage. The elf smiled wryly and looked at the dirt that was spilling in at the entrance. That didn't fill the whole room, but they couldn't get out either.

"We're stuck here. He said.

Tess, who had just come to her senses, blinked in confusion to look at him, then turned to look at the dirt that was still slowly pouring in at the doorway, and covered her face with her hands with a sigh, allowing herself to collapse diagonally to the ground.

"The most hated way to die!" she exclaimed.

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