In the darkness of the night, the cloaked figure walked towards the three of them, his cloak and armor were torn, his right arm was only an empty half sleeve, his hair was disheveled, and his face was yellow. There is only one pair of eyes, shining as bright as stars in the dark night.

There was only a dusty old sword hanging from the man's body, but the left hand holding the hilt of the sword and the murderous aura exposed in the sheath were silently warning everyone that it... How sharp.

The shocked dwarf turned around suddenly, but was shocked to find that Duke Byrne and the gray-eyed boy did not have the slightest nervousness on their faces, but showed an expression of "sure enough, it's him".

The figure stood in front of the three of them.

"You don't look surprised, do you? ”

The Knight of the Oath glanced at the black-haired wizard and his voice was hoarse, "So... You already know?"

"I wasn't sure before, but I'm pretty sure I'm sure I'm sure you're going to see you. Holding his shoulders, Loren smiled indifferently: "But why are you here, I remember that you said before you left that you were going to the peak of the clouds." ”

"The Most High thought I wanted to preach in his court, and he threw me out. The Knight of the Oath did not mince words, and glanced at the siege position in the distance:

"When I came, I saw Byrne's army, and I wanted to go straight to the barracks, but I happened to meet you and the two beside you, so I followed all the way here. ”

So... He followed all the way, did he still react at all?

Not only Lusen and the dwarf Boris, but even the black-haired wizard was creepy... The strength of this Lord Oath Knight is really getting more and more unfathomable.

I remember that when he was in the Broken Boundary Mountain Fortress, he didn't know how to hide his whereabouts at all, but now he can already let himself not be aware of it at all without using "Spiritual Vision" and "Transcendent Perception".

"Well, I haven't congratulated you yet, Your Excellency the Duke of Turin. The Knight of Oath said indifferently: "From a little wizard to Duke Byrne, it must be very fulfilling, right?"

Loren's expression froze, and the corners of his mouth pulled subconsciously.

"Well, it was an accident! yes, an accident. Under the four eyes, as if he had been cleaned from head to toe, Loren nervously said without words: "There is a reason... In short, I didn't do it, and I didn't do it voluntarily. ”

The indifferent Knight of the Oath remained silent, as if he had read through his thoughts.

With a long sigh, Loren moved out of the hole behind him and introduced the two men who didn't know each other yet: "This is Boris Mihailo, our friend and guide—he can take us through the underground tunnels and into the fortress of Silverhelm Mountain. ”

"This is... Well, the Knights of Oath of the Church of the Sackland Empire, the last of the 'Sword of Oaths', sword-wielding missionaries, pious, and powerful. ”

"The people of the Yunling Kingdom do not believe in any religion, so order can bring us strength. The dwarf Boris said indifferently, but still took the initiative to stretch out his right hand:

"Faith is a useless thing for the cowardly to indulge in, and it is ridiculous to pin hope on a sculpture forged in gold and silver!"

As the words fell, Loren and the gray-eyed boy widened their eyes almost at the same time, staring nervously at the hand of the Oath Knight's sword.

But that hand didn't move.

The Knight of the Oath bowed slightly, and grasped the dwarf's rough palm with his right hand: "A person who loses faith is equal to losing salvation, and without reverence, there is no gratitude, which means that everything in this world is useless." ”

A sword-wielding missionary and a dwarven flag-bearer, each speaking-for-tat, nodded to each other without affecting their apparent peace.

"Be prepared, keep up. Boris, who was sulking, turned around: "Don't walk where I haven't walked, don't touch what I haven't touched." ”

After saying that, he took the lead in entering the cave, and the back of the five-headed body disappeared into the dark cave entrance.

The black-haired wizard glanced at the Oath Knight in dismay.

"When I left Byrne, there was a young priest who taught me a lot and learned a lot. Perceiving Loren's expression, the Knight of the Oath said indifferently:

He said that unbelievers are like children who are stubborn and do not know how to be grateful to their parents—you should tell them what is right, but forced preaching will only make the rift between him and his parents worse. ”

"Before they have an epiphany, we should respect and protect these children who have not yet grown up, because parental love is not reciprocated... The same is true of the Holy Cross, and those who do not believe in God should have a place in the kingdom of heaven. ”

Speaking of this, the Knight of Oath also rarely hooked the corners of his mouth slightly: "Like Loren Turin, you... Aren't those who have no faith at all fighting against the enemies of the Holy Cross?"

Why does this sound so familiar?

Before Loren could ask, the Knight of Oath patted him on the shoulder and walked into the cave first.

"Lord Loren?"

The gray-eyed boy behind him stepped forward and cautiously tentatively spoke.

"Let's go. Loren silently looked back in the direction of the cave and said meaningfully:

"It's getting late and time is running out. ”

"Yes. ”

Lusen nodded solemnly, carried out the black-haired wizard's orders as always, and followed into the dark cave.

The cave was pitch black and bitterly cold.

Despite the torches and fluorite lamps in the group, this light is not enough to illuminate everything, and the narrow, enclosed dark space will not only make people feel dull and tense, but also lose their sense of direction.

More importantly, you will lose your sense of time.

"Anyway... If we all have fluorite lamps, why do we need torches?"

Maybe it was because it was too dull, the gray-eyed boy who walked at the end couldn't help but speak: "If you encounter an enemy, do you still have to hold a torch in one hand and draw a sword in the other to face the battle?"

"The fluorite lamp is a gadget of your imperial people, who knows if it will break. ”

The dwarf who walked in front replied to him sullenly: "The people of the Yunling Kingdom go down the mine to bring torches, not only to light them, but also to save their lives. ”

"Survival?"

"Yes, life. The dwarf did not look back, and the dull voice echoed in the cavern, which looked eerie:

"If your torch is extinguished, you will know that the road ahead is not easy;

If your torches suddenly turn bright, you'll know it's time to put them out and walk in the dark. ”

Frightened by his voice, Lusen shuddered, stared at the torch in his hand, and continued on his way.

The group could only judge the road in front of them by the only light they had, and in the narrow path, they followed the dwarf's figure with difficulty.

Obviously, when the cave collapsed, it didn't take into account what to do with the "non-five-headed" physique other than the dwarves, and the dwarves never planned to expand, and the three of them almost kept stumbling in the potholed cavern.

The deeper they went, the more difficult the road became, the more ambiguous and unpredictable the direction became—and in the end, Loren could only judge from experience, that they had probably been walking for a quarter of an hour or so, and were always going downward.

As for the specific direction ... It was already a quarter of an hour ago that it was impossible to tell.

Another quarter of an hour, maybe two quarters of an hour ... Before Loren and his party noticed the passage of time, the first thing they felt was that the ground under their feet was different from the previous cave.

It's not just a lot flatter, it's smoother, it's colder... It's a coldness that can be felt through the soles of the boots, and the space above the head is much wider, at least it doesn't feel oppressive anymore.

Vaguely, Loren suddenly remembered the sewers of the previous Ebolden and Imperial Capitals, not because of the stone slabs under his feet, but because of their structure, which were inexplicably similar.

It's not similar, it's just the same... The dark pupils looked at the huge stone cave in front of him, which "resembled" the entrance, and the mottled and dilapidated walls could still see the masonry that had fallen from the cracks of the beams and pillars on both sides.

Lusen and the Knights of Oath on the side seemed to be just curious to look around, as if they were incredulous about such a huge underground structure.

The dwarf walked over to the cracked wall, and after checking a few exposed pillars, he turned slowly, and the blazing torches illuminated only half of his face:

"Everyone, please come in... The oldest tunnel in the Yunling Kingdom, where Mithril was born!"