The slightly crowded dungeon warehouse is filled with dust and cobwebs. Most of the metal objects were rusty, and the wooden objects were rotting, and Whitewater only pushed the door lightly, and the eaves that had already been worn out cracked.

Someone in the crowd coughed a few times. Indeed, they were not used to the foul air and dust that filled the cavern. Whitewater could only let them cover their mouths and noses with cloths or silk scarves, barely shuttling under this dangerous underground.

"There's a barrel here, it's still clean, and it looks like it has just been moved. Tram said, stroking a large oak barrel.

"What's in there?" Merris thrust his sword into the crack in the lid of the barrel, and then jerked it upwards, and the lid of the barrel opened, and the crowd gathered around.

Tram took a little of the gray-white powder from the bucket with his hand and rubbed it on his finger for a while. "What is this?"

"Gunpowder, and it is dry and usable gunpowder. Whitewater said calmly.

"What do goblins do with gunpowder?" Tram asked, confused.

"They love fire, it's well known. I'm guessing that Isarak the Fire Dancer wants to make a horrible plan out of these things, and it looks like we won the lottery. Whitewater sighed. Hearing this, no one laughed.

The members stayed here for about two or three hours, and everyone was too tired to move on. Whitewater knew that if they were allowed to stand up and fight in such a situation, they would probably cause the morale of the army to waver. So he waved his hand and found someone to tidy up an open space, so that everyone could sit on the spot and rest for a while. Whitewater himself crouched in the corner, staring at his sword in a daze.

Chea stood aside, knowing exactly what was going on in Whitewater's mind right now, but there was nothing she could do to resolve Whitewater's troubles. What was originally scheduled for them to be solved in half an hour has now been grinding for two or three hours, and there is not even a shadow of the fire dancer, which has to be said to be extremely frustrating. I'm afraid it's already dawn outside, and Baron Storm's envoy has arrived in the city, and his party is facing the greatest difficulty - getting lost.

The paths inside the mine are intricate, and the marks left by the previous miners have long been blurred and difficult to read. Because of the goblin infestation, they didn't remember to mark it at the beginning, so that they could follow it to find the exit when they went out. By the time Whitewater and his party remembered, it was already too late.

Chea clasped her hands on her chest, and the corners of her eyes were wrinkled with worry. She is not young, she will be 40 years old in two years, and because of her physique and experience, her combat effectiveness may have been far from her peak.

In the dreary air of the dungeon and the flickering light of the fire, she suddenly remembered her own time—a story about a man, a sword, and a cave. The ending of the story is not always perfect, in the darkness and death, the sweet smile and gentle push uncover the farthest distance that the two people can imagine, and the sting that even the bitter cold wind can't match. In a daze, Chea arrives in Lannega, the closest city to this terrifying place, and vows to forget all about the past. Perhaps she herself cast a spell on her mind, or perhaps she knelt before the altar of the Three Saints, and when she prayed to the gods for the first time, Janus's smile and the slow movement of chanting made her fall into delirium, as if a moment later, she was standing at the north gate of the city, as an ordinary guardian. The Sakya Forest could no longer remind her of the pain of the past, and all it could bring was the bitterness of the cold and oppressive air in the distance.

Chea held a steel sword in her hand and remembered everything for the first time in 15 years, in the company of everyone. The madness she imagined hadn't come—in the past 15 years, countless adventurers had asked her why, and even then she hadn't been so immersed in the past as she was now. The calm of the water, the creaking of coal in the brazier, the pain in his left arm from the shattering of his shield, the sighs and whispers of the expedition members could not disturb the calm. Chea vaguely seemed to see the man—no! it was the ice-blue dragon!

Chea jumped up from the ground almost in pain and fear, and screamed loudly. It was a very piercing and loud scream, and Captain Whitewater drew his sword and stood up, still feeling the hair of the sound in his heart.

"Captain Chea!"

Merris, who was closest to him, lunged up and held Chea before she could fall to the ground. The people rose to their feet because of this terrible thing, and gathered around Chea.

"What's wrong with you, Chea?" said Whitewater, crouching down and stroking Chea's forehead with one hand, who had been helped by Merris to sit down, worriedly.

"Nothing?" Chea wiped her sweat with her right hand. Now, she is back in the past, back to reality.

"Take this bottle of light healing potion...... Whitewater took out a small red potion bottle and handed it to Chea's mouth, but Chea only shook her head.

"No ......"

Her eyes widened suddenly, and the fiery red light reflected on her face, making her wrinkles even more visible.

"Run!"

Whitewater turned his head to see a bowl-sized fireball hurtling towards him in the darkness. He cursed badly, and with Chea in his arms, he pounced headlong on the other side of the fireball's trajectory, dodging the blow.

Chea's eyes widened at the flames, and then with a deafening explosion, as if she saw everyone engulfed in flames, leaving her alone in the collapse of the mine.

"Flame Imp!"

Merris scrambled out of the smoke, sword in hand, yelling in the direction the fireball came from, and then rushing forward with his shield. Everyone saw another fireball rushing in the direction of Merris, Merris raised his shield to block the blow, but the huge explosion immediately shattered the shield, knocked him over, and fell back more than ten meters to hit the wall, his head was bleeding, and he was motionless.

"Damn! I'll fight with you!"

Tram saw the lifeless Merris, his eyes red and his muscles bulging out, and he also raised his brass axe, screaming and rushing in the direction where a fireball had come. It was the same firelight, but this time, the small, agile Tram dodged the blow by jumping to the right.

"Come on, you brother!"

Tram spat on a mouthful of saliva. Chea seemed to hear a raging roar from the other side—less like a creature and more like the echo of the wind in a dark hallway. Then, a humanoid creature with crimson demon wings, burning with flames all over its body, and only a piece of fire on its face, appeared in front of Chea's eyes. The creature suddenly cracked a crack in its face, grinned sinisterly, and roared towards Tram.

"Be careful!"

Whitewater picked up his sword and slashed at the flame imp's back. The imp screamed in pain, and stretched out his claws to Whitewater.

Chea struggled to her feet from the ground, picked up her weapon, and rushed forward. The rest of the guards also recovered and stood up to help. Whitewater was shrewd by the fireballs as he tried to give the few remaining men time to escape. He couldn't help but shout angrily when he saw that both Chea and Tram were running over for help without fear of death.

"Run, leave me alone!"

"Fuck your uncle! I'm going to kill this monster that killed Merris with my own hands!"

Tram did not listen to the advice, and stabbed the monster in the chest with his dagger in his hand. At the last moment, Chea saw a fireball from the Flame Imp, and because of this knife, the fireball shot straight towards the warehouse just now. Later, Chea saw the most powerful explosion of her life. This time, literally everyone was engulfed in flames.

Chea knew that the gunpowder was exploding as a result of this—and by the time she realized it, the world had gone silent.