At the end of the passage, outside a narrow opening, there was a gate made up of several thick iron bars, which even a giant bear could not penetrate, and thick stone walls formed a makeshift cell. By the light of the torches at the door, one could clearly see through the gap between the fences that in the room, which was less than twenty square meters, several figures of various sizes were bound by chains fixed to the wall, which were no more than a few centimeters long, and each of them bound their limbs, so that they could hardly stand against the wall, unable to sit or bend over.

"Hey, cowards!" Even though the power was sealed by magic, even after a few days in this unbearable state, the Tomahawk's voice was still so loud, "Why don't you come in and fight me, I'm just a hand-in-foot, powerless dwarf who poses no threat to you, but you don't even dare come in and look at me!"

He was the only one of the team who was still watching the outside of his cell, and the dwarf always seemed to have an endless amount of energy, screaming uncontrollably, as if hoping that his voice and words would cause harm to his opponents.

"You are just a bunch of cowards who are less daring than goblins," he continued, "and you are good for nothing but to hide in the shadows and use intrigues, and you deserve nothing but to hide in the arms of your and tremble in the face of real opponents..."

The Tomahawk's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the translucent body of the geist outside the fence, almost biting his tongue.

"You look good. Rhaegar said.

The others who had originally entered a state of false sleep to save their stamina raised their heads at the first moment when the geist spoke, and everyone's faces were filled with surprise that could not be concealed.

"Sorry to disturb your rest," Rhaegar floated into his cell unhindered, and then sent several blades of energy that cut off all the chains, "but we don't have much time," he said, "and there's a whole bunch of enemies out there waiting for us to take down." ”

The geist whispered a few incantations, and a few white rays of light sank into their companions' bodies, and the magic that bound their power instantly came to naught, and then, a warm current quickly swam through their bodies, and the exhaustion and weakness caused by captivity and starvation suddenly disappeared like ice and snow in the sun.

"We're going to find the weapon first," Rhaegar said calmly, looking at his allies who were gearing up, "Can anyone give me some advice?"

"If my senses don't deceive me," said Nack, "my Giant's Bracelet should be right on it," he said, gesturing to the top of his head, "they obviously don't know its value, and only think of it as an ornament." ”

Rhaeggar's body quickly rose upward, and in less than half a second, the tangible and insubstantial geist disappeared into the thick stone wall at the top of the cave.

"I need you to hide in a corner for a while," Rhaegar quickly returned to his cell, speaking to his friends. After seeing everyone do as he was told, the geist raised his hand and sent a cracking missile upward, and the next moment, centered on the place where it was hit, in a circular area with a radius of two meters, the stone cave roof at least one meter thick turned into nothingness in the violent flash, except for some scattered falling rubble, the whole action did not make the slightest sound.

"All the weapons are there," Rhaegar said, making a gesture that made them all light, "I think you can't wait to vent," his figure flew through the magically created hole and into the room above, "then grab your weapons and take those enemies down as much as you like." ”

"It's your turn. Thorne looked at his companion across from him and said in a deep voice, and beneath his calm surface was a heartfelt joy - no matter what cards the opponent played, it would be a huge victory, and if he won this game, all the money he had lost before would be back in his pocket.

"What the hell!" said his companion, who knew he had no hope of winning, as he threw the cards on the table, "I'm on the verge of winning." He muttered disgruntled as he got up from his seat, "They should be in a hurry, we have to take over now." ”

"I said," Thorne said as he pocketed all the money on the table, his excitement overflowing, "luck won't always be on your side, today is my lucky day, how about we come back and have another game?"

"Unless I want to live on debt until I get paid," his companion flatly declined, pushing the door open, "for a week, you don't want me to play cards with you..."

He would never get a chance to play again, and a double-edged axe that glowed with cold light split the killer in half along with the door.

As a killer, Thorne may not be the best, but he is undoubtedly much more alert than his companions, and while the light reflected from the axe is swept in the corner of his eye, he has quickly grabbed the crossbow bolt placed on the foot of the table, and is ready to fire in an instant.

A translucent figure suddenly floated in front of him without warning, which surprised him, and before he could recognize what this shadow-like thing appeared in front of him, Rhaegar's hand containing freezing magic landed on his head like lightning, and in an instant, the killer who thought that today was his lucky day no longer had the chance to enjoy the money he had won.

Rhaegar gently floated out of the room of the two killers and into the corridor outside, where the corpses of the killers dressed in black were lying there, and in the middle of them, the members of the team looked around murderously, as if to find a few who had not lost their breath and made up for the fatal blow.

"We have to go," Rhaegar said to his unfulfilled companions, "these killers are just jailers guarding you, and the truly powerful opponents have yet to show up, and the time for me to leave my body is almost up." ”

Despite their love for combat, and their desire to vent their anger on the black-clad killers, the team was not a bunch of reckless men who didn't know what was going on, and Rhaeggar's reminder made them immediately aware of their situation, and they hurried towards the exit under the guidance of the geist.

Before rescuing his friends, Rhaegar slumped over the insects and infiltrated the cave where his opponents were entrenched. Hidden in the mountains, the cave is divided into several levels, with countless caves and tunnels scattered in between, turning it into a vast labyrinth. No one could figure out the full extent of the labyrinth that had taken up almost the entire interior of the mountain, and even the temporary owners of this place, the Hand of Death's killers who were bent on turning this place into their secret lair, had only mastered a fraction of the upper floors after a long period of exploration.

Escaping from such a place is not an easy task, and without someone to lead the way, the only end for the team is to get lost in the countless forks in the road. Now, however, they apparently had no such concerns, and while exploring, Rhaegar had placed hidden magical markers on all paths, with the help of which the intricate roads did not hinder their progress, but instead became a powerful tool for the team to evade their pursuers and intercept them. Twenty minutes later, under Rhaeggar's leadership, the team finally saw the only part of the cave that could let in sunlight.