Aurturus unexpectedly agrees to leave the blacksmith behind, who can move his other leg and has little problem taking care of himself, while the lonely mage may be in need of someone to talk to him.

"You've been targeted by a mage, and if you encounter something like this, it's best to have the priest cast a spell on the wound to dispel it immediately...... As for the first aid before the priest's arrival, try to keep the wound warm, warm compresses and massages are fine, and don't be afraid of bleeding, this is the only way to relieve magical frostbite. ”

Despite his unfriendly attitude, Oturus instructed the hapless adventurers: "There are schools of ice magic that specialize in shaping sharp ice arrows to pierce enemies at high speeds, and schools that use guò to win by numbers and magic, and use guò to freeze a wide range to restrain enemies...... This kind of attack is rare, and it is frostbite magic that uses ultra-low temperatures to mutilate the function of the target's body...... This poisonous frost magic is difficult to master, and requires a very high talent for frost magic...... Balabala...... I also advise you not to wander around here, no one can open the door of Karazan, and even if it does, it will only be sent to death with your ability...... Balabala......"

If a person has not spoken for too long, he may become poor at words, or he may take every opportunity to speak with a vengeance.

After all, Oturus helped these adventurers, and they listened for a long time before finally finding a chance to escape.

Returning to the entrance of the cellar on the other side of the Magic Tower, hidden in the mountains, Calwi hesitated for a long time and asked the temporary captain, "The mage...... Say we're being targeted by a great guy...... Really, what are we going to do?"

Gordon paused, was silent for a moment, and then walked on, "You know why no one has been able to enter Karazhan so far? Gave up at the last minute. ”

What could he do but take risks? There was no war, no one would need him, and he would have no place to go back...... Maybe he shouldn't have left so resolutely? Even if it's someone else's child, he can raise it for many years. After all, there are feelings.

Now, there is no way he can go back.

"We've found another entrance! What a rare opportunity, don't be blushing when I return home loaded with the treasures in the tower!"

Someone chimed in with Gordon, laughing at the seemingly relentless Calway, who was about to succeed in their ongoing 'Open Door Mission' - the undead spirits with little combat power would continue to emerge. But the numbers have been greatly reduced, and everyone has a hunch that maybe tomorrow, they will be wiped out by themselves.

Carl Wimmer was silent, he did have some retreat just now. But if you think about it carefully, the guy who is staring at them doesn't dare to show his face, and he doesn't have any real skills.

The blacksmith was nothing but careless and unlucky.

Just hold on a little longer, and the glory and treasures will be in hand.

At the entrance to the cellar, two other adventurers prepare to work overtime to clean up the ruins of the dead, and after bidding farewell to them, Gordon and Calway return to their temporary home, a humble inn in a strange village.

The tavern on the first floor was empty, and Gordon walked over to the bar, which smelled of old wood. Having poured himself a glass of wine, he heard a faint voice from the upstairs room, and was about to go back to rest after drinking this glass.

The blacksmith is really heavy.

Didn't think about it. Somewhat tired, Gordon sat down in the nearest chair.

There was a strange sensation from the place where his body touched the chair, as if he had been pricked by something sharp, and Gordon did not react for a while while while sipping the wine, until a sharp pain came, and he quickly became numb. He jerked to his feet in shock.

"Yours!" Calway, who was also sitting nearby to rest, exclaimed, "Yours...... There's an ice thorn!"

Gordon's face sank.

As the nagging mage said, someone was eyeing them.

"What are you doing in a daze! Help me!"

Gordon yelled. The side unbuckled his belt.

"How?" Calwi froze, and then his face became distorted. He saw something he absolutely didn't want to see, he thought of something terrible.

Calway hesitated to step forward, but finally couldn't resist Gordon's urging and twisted his face to lean forward.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

Calway was about to cry, and he turned his face away to ask.

"Didn't you listen to that mage! Hurry up and help me get a massage and keep warm!"

Gordon yelled impatiently, he didn't want to end up like a blacksmith...... Especially considering that he's hurt in a delicate position, if that damn magic continues to spread...... He is already happy to be a father! He can't be a ** king on the way to adventure!

These people from all over the continent will sing him as a joke to every corner of human society!

"Wow!" Calwi really regretted coming here, he was still young, why didn't he stay at home and honestly do his own house guard?

I pinch.

With great reluctance, Calwi left tears of youth in his heart.

"You ...... This is in ...... Sorry ......"

The priestess, who was huddled in the corner of her room, heard the noise and went downstairs to check it.

But I saw a picture that could not be looked at directly.

I see, she was self-inflicted...... She still had a crush on Gordon.

"Disturbed ......"

The priestess whispered an apology, then turned and fled, already immersed in her own story, completely unaware of Gordon's loud call.

After a commotion, everyone watched the scene, and it seemed that things had finally returned to their true nature...... Probably.

Calway slumped into a chair in the corner, the priestess looked at Gordon with a strange look, and the three remaining men laughed bitterly.

Gordon was about to crush his fist...... If he finds that guy, he's going to give him or her a taste of hell!

……

"Hmm...... This was a mistake, sorry anyway. ”

In the monochromatic gray space, Loria muttered something to the mirror.

She originally planned to prick the other party's spine with an ice needle, but she was still a little unskilled in the control.

Now, instead of achieving the goal of dissuading them from retreat, they have raised their vigilance...... As for what would happen after using magic to frostbite someone's spine, Loria hadn't thought about it.

To turn the tide of fate, unconventional means must be used...... At least in her dreams, temporary paralysis was already lucky for these people.

No matter what kind of disease falls.

She is 100 per cent sure of that.

There are only three days left. (To be continued)

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