"Lusen, go back——!"

Seeing the gray-eyed boy who was about to pounce on the enemy, the black-haired wizard hurriedly shouted to stop him.

Almost at the same time, more than a dozen dark shadows were already approaching from all directions, and the eerie sound was almost not like a dwarf, let alone a real "living thing" that could be made.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lusen, who was just about to take off, immediately retreated half a step, and Loren almost knelt on the ground at the same time, and the gray-blue magic array spread out at his feet.

A high-level spell, the fire of Turin.

"Boom ——!!!!"

The golden-red flamelight drew a circle around the four people as the core, rising towards the surroundings, and the sound of burning and exploding in the flames came and went!

No screams, no wailing... Before anything could happen, it was consumed by the flames.

The fire cleared, leaving only ashes, and the pitch-black underground tunnels returned to dead silence.

The dwarf Boris, who stood at the front, breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not dare to let go of the shield and one-handed halberd in his hand;

The one-armed Knight of the Oath has a calm gaze, and his slightly bowed expression seems to be praying to the Holy Cross;

The frightened gray-eyed boy scanned the darkness in front of him left and right, trying his best to suppress his heartbeat:

“...... It's over?"

"It's still early. The black-haired wizard narrowed his eyes and slowly got up, his pupils shrinking.

In the next second, a heavy sound came again.

"Knock! knock!"

The hairy sound was mixed with something even more eerie, like flesh being torn and chewing on something.

Under the reinforcement of "transcendent perception", Loren could barely see the figure in the darkness - there were no less than hundreds of people who could see clearly, and there were more faintly behind it, converging towards the light source of the four people from all directions.

"Boris!"

"Yes!" the dwarf twitched his throat, and a cold sweat ran down his resolute forehead.

"Is there anything around here to get out of here as soon as possible... Like something like that turntable?"

Holding the hilt of the sword with his backhand, Loren slowly unfolded the "spellcaster" in his left hand, and a faint flame floated in the center of his palm: "You have a minute or so, please think clearly." ”

"Yes!" the dwarf was already wet with cold sweat running down his cheeks, and the "monsters" in the firelight were already shadowy, and they were about to surround them.

"The place we just passed through is Station 43 of the Nine Roads, which we stumbled upon while probing Mithril a long time ago, so... There should be at least one traction locomotive nearby. ”

"Are you sure?" asked Loren calmly.

“...... Up in the air... But according to the rules and regulations, there should be talent!" Boris replied immediately, "but if we set off along No. 43 of the Ninth Road, we may go in the ...... direction."

"It doesn't matter. The black-haired wizard gritted his teeth and barely managed to squeeze out a smile: "The last thing we need to worry about now is where to go." ”

These monsters, brand new Holy Blood Elixirs......

So, is Farnesis ready to replicate his "advanced experience" of success at Eberden once at Silverhelm?

Loren's heart suddenly shuddered.

If this is really what he thinks, then isn't the Byrne army that is attacking Silverhelm Mountain......

"Knock! knock!"

In the darkness, a dull sound sounded suddenly.

Strange, terrifying howls echoed through the pit, and the nervous four subconsciously drew closer, their faces pale.

"Are you all ready?" Tapping his throat, Loren said with difficulty, "Now, start counting down ......"

"Three!"

The gray-eyed boy half-squatted on the ground and took a deep breath.

"Two!"

The Knight of the Oath squinted his eyes and muttered a word.

"One!"

The flames suddenly skyrocketed, and the wide-eyed black-haired wizard used all his strength to slam it off!

"Boom ——!!!!"

The blinding light of the fire tore through the darkness, and with a loud bang, it tore a path through the shadows.

"Run!"

The moment the flames exploded, the four men ran almost simultaneously, desperately rushing out before they were surrounded again.

In the blink of an eye, countless howls and shrill voices exploded from all directions, and the figures in the darkness swept towards the four people who were running wildly like gravel everywhere!

"Holy Cross, your followers chant your name in the night......"

Accompanied by countless enemies emerging from the darkness, the chant of the Knights of Oath rang out in the darkness.

The gray-eyed boy on top in time blocked the enemy who pounced on his wings and stood by the black-haired wizard's side.

"If the future is uncertain, please bless us, and if winter is coming, please give us a fiery ......"

Forcefully knocking over the enemy in front of him with his shield, the dwarf Boris gritted his teeth and breathed heavily.

"If there is an enemy, give us the ...... of hatred"

Stubbornly dodging the attack behind him, the black-haired wizard who gritted his teeth reversed his sword and stabbed in the back!

"If there is darkness, light the way forward——!!!!

In an instant, the pitch-black tunnel was as bright as day—the blinding light made the figure in the darkness temporarily retreat, not daring to move forward.

A small minecart stopped quietly at the end of the tracks, only a hundred and ten paces away from the crowd.

For a moment, the atmosphere froze, and the gasping crowd looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Run!"

In the next second, the four of them began to run again almost simultaneously, and the tidal figure behind them also pounced on them relentlessly, and the screams and dull roars filled the entire pit again.

In the pitch-black tunnel, Loren could only feel the sound behind him becoming clearer and clearer, piercing, as if he was howling behind him.

They... No, they're approaching!

"Boris, quick!"

"Yes!"

Without even thinking about it, the dwarf was almost the first to rush onto the minecart and slammed the valve mechanism: "I need time, a minute, a minute!"

"Leave it to me!" The gray-eyed young man with a rough mouth immediately stopped, set up his double swords to block the front of the car, and under the tips of his dark blue hair, a pair of silver-gray pupils looked resolute and waiting.

"Lusen, go up!"

"Lord Loren, I ......" The slightly stunned gray-eyed young man had a blank expression, and wanted to "fight" again.

"There's no time, get in the car!"

Giving orders without saying anything, Loren was slightly relieved after confirming that all three of them had already gotten into the car except for himself.

Half-squatting to take a step, holding the sword in his forehand, lowering his body, and... Took a long, deep breath.

Golden-red flames erupted from the tip of the sword, and with an unstoppable momentum, they aimed at the tide of enemies and stepped forward.

Hold the sword... Draw your sword......

Chop ——!!!!

"Turin Fire ——!"

The dazzling golden-red color is like a huge blade, instantly separating the enemy from the center of the attack, drawing a "path of flames".

Rising fire, red lotus fire.

"Bell ——!"

The sound of levers hitting rails is heard, and the minecart starts.

"Lord Loren!" Lusen immediately threw away his short sword and hurriedly stretched out his right hand towards the black-haired wizard under the railroad tracks, "I caught you!"

At the moment when Loren climbed into the carriage, a cold wind suddenly hit behind him!

Damn it... It's too late.

In an instant, Loren, who was trying his best to dodge, could only feel that the killing intent was getting closer and closer, and it had hit his neck.

"Poof——!

The mottled sword stabbed out, and the expressionless Knight of Oath blocked the blow for him.

In the next instant, the "Bright Star" sword was violently withdrawn, and even the enemy who had been pierced through the chest "climbed" into the carriage with Loren.

It was only at this moment that everyone really saw the true face of these "monsters".

A stout body, a fat head, an invisible neck, a full beard, and a five-headed body.

It's a dwarf, but... Not a dwarf either.

Protruding veins, hideous fangs, white skin, vanished nose and eyes......

A real monster.

Silently pulling out the "bright star" that pierced the monster, the one-armed Oath Knight stood in front of the shocked dwarf, and indifferently pointed to the corpse behind him:

"If we don't think of a way to stop Fanecis, if we can't stop him as soon as possible......

This is the fate of Silver Helmet Mountain, and even the entire Yunling Kingdom!"