Ed had never looked forward to the dawn as he did now.

Usually, dawn for him simply means "it's time to get up...... Such a simple life, which was nothing more than what he had a few months ago, now seems as far away as a century in his memory.

He and Eric finally arrive at another cemetery. Like the one they had found before, there were many graves here that were empty, with messy footprints everywhere, but they were empty, and there was no sign of half an undead.

They subconsciously prostrate themselves and look for another kneeling figure between the tombstone and the statue, but find nothing. But the air here has a familiar heaviness, and even more difficult to breathe.

"Could he have left here already?" asked Eric in a whisper.

"Don't you think the woman looked like before...... Like you can't get out?" Ed asked rhetorically.

"It's a little ......," Eric admitted.

"We'll look for it again. Ed straightened up boldly.

They weaved from tombstone to grave pit. Ed's gaze often swept over the tombstones. Unlike human tombstones, elves have no epitaphs on them - they leave all their evaluations into the hands of the gods. At the top of the tombstone is the emblem of the deity to which the deceased believed, below which is the emblem of the family, followed by a simple name and year of birth and death.

Miaz-Weiss had existed for nearly a thousand years before it was abandoned, and the cemetery was just as old, but Ed was surprised to learn that almost all of the awakened elves had died at the same time.

He stepped back in Eric's bewildered gaze, and once again carefully examined the tombstones on each of the graves that had been dug up from the inside out, finally making sure that it was not a few accidental coincidences—they had all died in the same year.

"Can a necromancer choose to summon someone who dies at a certain time?" he asked Eric.

The young paladin shook his head blankly: "I've never heard of it." ”

They had experienced so many "things they had never heard of" in one day that they seemed to be a little numb by now. Ed shrugged his shoulders and, as Norway used to say, left the issue for "later."

They found the "necromancer" near the middle of the cemetery, but he was completely unexpected.

"This is not a necromancer...... It's a sacrifice. Eric frowned at the rune-encircled corpse lying on the ground, presumably some missing Anktann, lying upright with his hands on his chest, his gray, stiff face with a strange serenity, as if he were lying not in the snow of an abandoned cemetery, but in his own coffin.

Offering sacrifices in exchange for twisted and broken souls in Hell, and when a large number of undead need to be summoned, necromancers will use this method to avoid consuming too much of their own power.

"Are you sure? These symbols on the ground seem to have been painted by the 'sacrifice' himself. Ed's eyes sharpened to see the iron gray stained with the tip of the corpse's right finger.

He took a step back uneasily.

On the other side of the cemetery, he didn't care about stepping on the runes under the woman, but here, he didn't want to touch those strange symbols at all.

A terrible chirp rang out behind them. Ed turned around, and the big white owl stood on the tombstone not far from them, staring at them, its gaze making his scalp tingle.

"You must know something...... Can you tell us a little bit more clearly?......" Ed spoke to it in Elven language.

"Maybe it said, but we didn't understand it. Eric looked back, then turned his attention back to the corpse, "I've never seen these symbols......" Before Ed could stop, he had already stepped on the glowing rune.

For a moment, Ed's hair stood on end, and he had a premonition that it couldn't be worse.

But nothing happened, and it was his expression that startled Eric.

"Are you alright?" he asked with concern.

Ed shook his head dumbfounded, he still felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

"I think...... You'd better not touch him. He said.

“...... You were the one who asked me to search for that woman, and now you're telling me not to touch this?" Eric asked, puzzled, "Why?"

"I don't know. Ed replied honestly.

Eric bent down in frustration, trying to take the corpse's hand: "You're right, these are probably really drawn by himself, I don't know if the necromancer can manipulate the corpse to do this......"

The snowy owl screamed abruptly, and Eric's voice stopped at the same time.

Norway ran his fingers through the hollowed-out honeysuckle pattern, and with a slight effort, he pulled the heavy metal lid up.

This is the end of a corridor. Norway poured a small half bucket of water into a small inlet and followed the sound of the water to find it,

Haryat held the torch close to the hole, and in the glow of the fire, there was another square hole in the wall that stretched to the ground, the size of which would have allowed him to fit in.

"There should have been another hollowed-out lid there, or at least a couple of iron railings, to avoid something too big from rushing in and clogging the pipes......" Noway explained softly.

"Nothing. Khariad said with a grimace that he knew what that meant, "Someone has opened it here. ”

It would obviously be unwise to climb in and look for it, and no one knows what is hidden inside.

"Seal it!" Kharyat called back.

The two young men stepped forward and looked at each other again.

"How?" asked one of them, boldly.

"Smash these bricks, throw the stones in and plug them!" said Haryat angrily. If it's outside, there are large piles of rock to work with, but here, there are hardly any collapsed or broken parts of the building that has been carved directly out of the rock.

"Wait!" Norway hurriedly stopped him.

"I know you don't like it when we sabotage this place, but it's the easiest way to do it!" said Khaliat impatiently.

"There are stone bricks that you used to use as a kitchen in the room, so it's definitely better to use that. Norway insisted.

“...... That's a bit far. ”

"It won't take longer than smashing the floor. Novi refused to budge.

It was a little ridiculous to argue about this at such a time, but the elf's serious expression and something in his gaze kept Khaliart from saying anything more.

He waved his hand for the two young men to run back to carry the stones, and Norway looked relieved.

"You're going to the trouble of carving something like this out of the stone, just to drain it?" it was purely to avoid embarrassment, but Khaliat did find it a little incomprehensible.

Norway didn't answer, he looked somewhere in the darkness behind him, as if he had found something.

"Follow me. He motioned to Kharyat and ran to the other end of the hallway.

Haryat was stunned for a moment, running into the darkness alone with an elf, which didn't sound like a good idea, but ...... He shook his head and followed.

After the sound of his footsteps faded away. A small figure slipped out of a room by the hallway.

Before the Anktans and elves had had time to search every room, the boy felt that his bad luck was finally coming to an end.

He turned his head to look, and there was no movement in the darkness. He silently ran to the drain, as long as he could get in......

A sharp sound of breaking the air sounded in his ears, and the boy who had just crouched down froze there.

"Don't move. The elf's calm voice came from behind him, "Before you can get in, my arrow will go into the back of your head." ”

The fire was lit again, and the boy could see his own shadow on the wall, the square hole at his feet, and he gritted his teeth, facing the freedom that was so close at hand, but he did not dare to move again.

The shadow of the elf was stacked on top of his shadow, and then another, taller and stronger shadow.

Khaliat strode over and reached out to grab him.

"Hoan Shaw ......"

The boy's face was horrified, angry, and beastly as a cornered beast. He looked into Khaliat's eyes, and between his bloodless lips began to spit out some strange language.

Khaliart was stunned, and the world in front of him seemed to shake suddenly.

"Khaliat!" called out Norwe. The man was completely blocking his view, and he was supposed to stop him from passing. He heard the movement in the room and led Haryat out of the place, drawing out the enemy, originally because he didn't know who was hiding in the darkness and whether he had more power. But that small figure made him lose his guard a little.

The man tossed the thin body aside in his hand and turned back, his out-of-focus eyes sinking the elf's heart.

He'd seen a spell like it, but he hadn't seen it work in such a short period of time.

Haryat roared and lunged at Norvi. The elf jumped to his feet, rolled over his shoulder, and fired another bolt that stopped the boy as he crawled towards the entrance of the drainpipe.

"Don't move!" he warned again, anger in his voice.

He landed almost silently, ducked his head to avoid the torches swept by Harryat, and rushed forward to grab the boy's wrist.

"Dismantle the magic!" he shouted. If the two young men came back and saw their leader attacking the elves, they would probably join the attack without listening to his explanation.

The boy didn't say a word, just glared at him gloomily with resentful eyes.

Norway dragged him to the left, once again dodging Haryat's indefinite but powerful attack.

But the man kept waving the torch and did not draw his weapon, and sometimes stopped suddenly, as if he did not know what to do. The teenager's control over him seems to be extremely limited.

Norway doesn't like to be too rude, that's not the elf's style - but simply procrastinating for now might just make it worse.

He pulled the boy hard, sliced his right hand into his slender neck, retracted as he fell limply to the ground, passed under Khariad's arm, and kicked the man behind his knee.

Khaliat staggered forward and threw himself on the wall.

"What are you doing?!" Nor was there a surprised and angry question from behind Norwe, and the two young men finally ran back with the stones, only to see Haryat fall under the elven attack.

At the sound of the weapon unsheathed, Norway couldn't help but sigh and turned to meet another round of attacks. The current situation is a bit troublesome, and he might as well simply get rid of these two and then find a way.