"Are you alright?"

In a dark cavern, behind a corner boulder.

Two slender figures were resting behind the boulder with their backs to each other, both of them a little out of breath from the violent running, especially Miss Warlock, who was often not known for her physical strength.

Margalesia's original bright silver armor was already scarred, and the long sword in her hand was no longer sharp.

A huge scratch on the chest that could almost see the bare skin was even more terrifying.

But even so, Margalesia, the female warrior, did not forget to whisper to her companion, the warlock lady who had followed her for more than a year.

She always looked at her as a sister.

"Margalesia, it's all my fault! If it weren't for me, we wouldn't have taken this mission at all! Wickre wouldn't have ......"

"It should be me who should face the dragon and lion!"

Celia, a girl with soft gray hair and shiny gray eyes, was muttering to herself at this time, her eyes were blank, and her face was full of self-blame.

She clutched at her withered and condensed gray hair, which had fallen apart, and lost the vigor she had had when she accepted the commission.

"I don't blame you, Celia, everything is a choice of fate, even if it is a prophet, it is impossible to predict the future, no one knows that the mission site will appear not a dragon and lion, but two, and one has reached the level of the fourth order. ”

"Besides, we all unanimously approved this commission, and as for Weeknd, they ......."

Speaking of this, Margalesia was also a little speechless.

Just now, in order to entangle the fourth-order dragon and lion, I bought enough time for them to escape.

Wicken, Galliot, Mefarne.

The three Wanderers, Warriors, and Ranger of Dawn and the Prosperous Adventure Party have stayed behind to fight the dragon and lion.

Wicken was the last, second-order Scout of the Jungle, and in the Jungle, he was even more agile than an ape.

But just a few hundred meters away from them.

As he ducked into the dark cavern, he heard Wicken's screams and the terrifying sound of chewing bones in the dense forest.

Then with the roar of the dragon and lion, a large number of birds were shaken.

It is said that the dragon lion's favorite food is the head of the prey, and chewing the head will allow them to gain wisdom and learn skills.

Thinking of Weeknd, a teammate who usually talks and laughs with them and likes to tease Liz, ended up like this.

No matter how much Margalesia could comfort Celia, she couldn't say the unspoken words.

After all, it was their companion, even if they died.

"Captain, I'm the one who shouldn't be alive!"

Celia looked up, her face was already full of tears, and the more she thought about it, the more she broke down.

An incomparably huge remorse filled her entire chest, making her whole body feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

Especially when I think back to the departure of my companions one by one just now, it is even more heartbreaking.

The adventurer's parting pain, Celia finally felt it completely after a year, and I don't know whether it was a blessing or a misfortune.

On weekdays, she is a warlock, the only spellcaster in the team, and she is young, and she is the most concerned one in the team.

Both Wicknd and Maifarn cared for her, not between men and women, but with the care of her sister.

Even Galliot, the half-elf ranger who is usually silent, will say a word to her when he sees her.

"Good day, Miss Celia. ”

Even the Geboren Hound he raised, who was not allowed to enter and only knew one owner in his life, was greeted by a wagging tail when he saw her.

The diluted holy water in the small bag of the head of the regiment, Margalesia, was prepared for her all year round, and she was willing to use it even if she had a small injury.

No matter how seriously injured he is, he will only smile and say that he is a warrior, and this injury is nothing, and he is reluctant to use it.

When she woke up in the middle of the night, Celia, who was sleeping pretend, could hear the hissing inhalation of Maglesia, who was sleeping together.

Although Celia knew that it might be her warlock's charm that was at fault, this care could not be faked.

And Margalesia, who was on the side, saw that Celia was showing signs of collapse, and hurriedly comforted her softly.

"That's why, Celia, you can't let their sacrifice go to waste!"

"With the blood of a warlock, you will definitely be able to avenge them!"

“......”

"Rippling"

Before Margalessia could say something, a rapid sound came from outside the cave, and a silver figure suddenly crashed into Celia's soft arms.

It was Celia's pseudo-dragon pet, Liz, who was standing on Celia's lap at this time.

While gesturing with her wings, she used her voice to communicate with Celia in front of her.

"It says the dragon and lion are coming towards this cave!"

"How is that possible!"

Maglesia's voice was noticeably a decibel higher, unable to hide its surprise.

"It is impossible for the dragon lion to live in a dark and damp cave, I have already dealt with the blood on my body just now, as well as the traces in front of the cave, there is no reason why it will find it here. ”

Dragons and lions spend most of their lives on the ground, and a small part in the sky, and as for the underground caves, they don't like to go.

"But Liz won't lie to me! The truth is, it's coming towards us. ”

Facing danger again, Celia seemed to calm down, stroking Liz's trembling body.

"Looks like we're all going to die here today, Captain!"

"Liz, don't come out later!"

Celia told her pet about it, and then gave it some trinkets.

"When you go back to the Northlands, can you help me find that girl, and give her this thing for the long-pupiled dragonborn girl you saw last time. ”

"Don't tell her I'm dead. ”

"Rippling"

Liz looked at the warlock girl who could make a roasted black pine sturgeon with some sadness, could it be that her adventurer journey, which lasted less than two years, was about to end here?

"No, it won't!"

Seeing Celia's last words of farewell, Margalessia gritted her teeth and endured some pain in her chest.

Just now, when the dragon lion was handling the corpse of another dragon lion, she was the first to attack.

If Celia hadn't put on her [Mage Armor] in time, she might have died earlier than anyone else.

Standing up, he grabbed Celia's weak, boneless hand and pulled her up.

"There's definitely still a way down there, and I think we still have a chance!"

"Celia, no matter what time it is, we can't give up hope, because now, you are not living alone!"

"You're still carrying other people's lives, and Mafarn's sister is still waiting for him in the White Tower City, are you going to just leave it alone?

Later in speaking, there was already some rebuke in Margalesia's words, which she had never said to Celia.

However, this heavy remark made this gray-eyed girl with dull eyes, her eyes lit up slightly, and she seemed to have a little attachment to the world.

"Let's go, there must be a road down there! If you want to die, I have to die before you!"

Margalesia let go of her hand and took the lead, reaching deeper into the cavern.

And Celia, who hesitated for less than three seconds, also took Liz and followed behind.

A minute later, a creature with the characteristics of a lion, but with scales and wings of a brass dragon, walked behind the boulder with small steps, and sniffed there.

Then, the dragon lion, with a mane matching the color of its scales, roared like thunder again in the cave!

Found you! Intruder!

The fifteen-hundred-pound behemoth was a familiar navigator of dark caverns.

Smell the lingering scent in the air and chase forward.