Originally, Guderian could not feel any breath of life on the ice sculpture, but suddenly he sensed Natasha's heartbeat from nothing to a strong heartbeat. This threw Guderian's worries and anger out of the clouds. Guderian turned, his countenance calm, and unwaveringly guarded against the enemies around him, especially the old mages of Drow and Fortan Ulys.

"Well, human, tell me your decision!" the old mage grew impatient, feeling that Guderian's composure was something abnormal.

The lich also stared at Guderian with some oddity on the other side.

"Let me think about ......," Guderian said hesitantly.

Just as Guderian finished speaking, a row of drow mages appeared at the entrance of the passage where Guderian and Natasha walked to the second cave—six archmages of all colors!

"%@&!" a black-robed man said from afar.

The old mage Drow who was facing Guderian glanced at Guderian regretfully, and replied without looking back: "¥$#*%". With that, the old mage stretched out his right hand to Guderian.

A gray mist of light instantly shrouded Guderian, who had not yet reacted. The frost armor that Natasha had blessed before melted instantly.

Guderian looked coldly at the melted frost armor and stood motionless in front of the ice sculpture. The old mage Drow chuckled, and once again reached out to Guderian—countless stone spikes bulging from the ground, trapping Guderian and the ice sculpture in a cage. Guderian wielded his knife to cut off the spikes, but found that one of them grew immediately, and Guderian couldn't cut them all with all his strength. If Guderian was just one person, of course he could break through, Natasha's ice sculpture was behind him, where would Guderian leave his companions?

After watching the ice sculptures of Guderian and Natasha imprisoned in a cage of stone spikes, the newly emerged archmages formed a circle and carved a huge circle on the ground with unknown blood, and then placed demonic horns and demonic wings in the circle. At this time, the Lich and the Old Mage of Drow joined the circle around the circle, and the archmages began to chant low, lengthy incantations in hand gestures. A blood-red light formed an erected line of blood in the center of the blood-carved circle, shooting straight at the top of the cave wall.

Guderian didn't know what they were doing, but he felt that it wouldn't be something beneficial to humanity, and he couldn't help but look very solemn. And the ice sculpture condensed by Natasha behind her also made a clicking sound at this time. Guderian turned his head in surprise, and countless cracks appeared on the ice sculpture that Natasha had condensed, and the moment Guderian turned around, he shattered to the ground. Then, Natasha's fiery figure fell down as delicate and feeble as catkins. Guderian hurriedly threw away the chopper and caught Natasha, and for a moment he felt that he was catching a large lump of ice that was cold to the bone marrow.

The long eyelashes on Natasha's frozen pale face moved, and then she opened her eyes to see Guderian's joyful and excited face. Natasha unconsciously wrapped her hands around Guderian's neck stiffly and said weakly, "...... They're opening the gates of hell!"

Guderian looked back at it, and the blood thread in the needle between them gradually stretched out to both sides in the spells of the mages, and it was already half a human thick.

"How are you?" Guderian turned his head and looked with concern at Natasha who was being held in his arms.

Natasha avoided Guderian's clear and concerned gaze with some shame and said on Guderian's broad chest: "I don't have the ability to fight for the time being, and I have exhausted my mental strength to break free from the strong self-slumber of the Extreme Cold Realm. Give me ten minutes to recover, and you're going to protect me! ”

Guderian was a little embarrassed for a moment...... Fortunately, there are enemies all around.

"How long will it take for them to open the gates of hell?" asked Guderian.

Natasha had closed her eyes and was preparing to meditate to recover. Hearing this, he opened his eyes and looked up at Guderian, who was about to turn his head to look at the enemy's magic circle, and said, "About twenty minutes." Guderian turned his head, and his long, flowing blonde hair covered Natasha's head and face.

"Good...... I'll put you down and recover well. Guderian did not look back.

“...... It's cold on the ground, you hold me like this, warm, recover quickly. Natasha stretched out a hand and pulled Guderian's long hair away, deliberately coquettish.

...... Women are really troublesome animals. Guderian thought awkwardly as he hugged Natasha, who had closed her eyes and was meditating.

The minotaur and drow in the cave had retreated a few passages, except for the skeletons that had lost the lich's grip and stood silently around the cage where Guderian and Natasha were imprisoned. Beyond the mage's muffled incantations, Guderian heard the sounds of explosions and collapses in the passages that the Minotaur and Drow had retreated to. In a short time, the passages had been blocked—from Guderian's vision, under the dim torches on the surrounding stone walls, the passages had completely collapsed, and puffs of smoke and dust filled the air.

As time passed, the red thread in the circle expanded faster and faster under the chanting and guidance of the mages, and had stretched out more than three meters wide. At this time, some of the Drow mages stopped chanting and withdrew from the mage circle and stood aside. Then the lich retreated, and so did the old mage Drow.

"*#+%$¥&!" the lich said to the old mage, who looked at Guderian in the cage and Natasha in his arms, a little surprised and then his eyes turned to banter and pity, but that was all. Then, he turned to the lich and nodded.

The lich grinned and walked towards the cage, "Become a servant of the great Fortan Julius, and I will grant you eternal life!" The lich walked into the cage and said madly, then stretched out his hands and chanted a strange and mysterious spell on Guderian and Natasha in his arms.

When the lich approached, Guderian was about to put Natasha down and prepare for battle, but another subtle voice was heard in his ears, hidden by the lich's strange smile, "If you don't want to die, pretend to be transformed into an undead by my spell!" Guderian hesitated for a moment. Then, as the lich stretched out his hands and chanted the incantation, another small voice was heard, "This spell will temporarily dry your skin for a certain period of time, and will not affect your body and soul. Don't resist, I'll talk about it later!

Natasha had already opened her eyes, and she had heard the lich's words as well. Guderian and Natasha looked at each other, their minds spinning, and then they both decided at the same time to take a look first. No matter how bad it is, it can't get much worse - there are enemies all around, and they are all archmages. If the lich wanted to harm them, there was no need to do so. It's just that the lich's unusual behavior baffles the two.

Guderian hugged Natasha and whispered to himself under the cover of the lich's spell, pretending to be frightened and resisting, and screamed and struggled. All kinds of pain, unwillingness, fear and despair appeared on the faces of the two of them one by one. From a distance, Guderian abandons Natasha, and the hair and skin of the two are drying and falling off in the lich's spell, and the struggles and roars are diminishing until they are completely undead creatures. "Boom," Fortan Ullis snapped his fingers at the two of them with a wicked smile, and the two of them followed the lich in a stiff stride.

At this time, the red line in the circle had stretched out to more than six meters wide, and there were three mages guiding the circle. The open blood line formed a vague shadow of the door, and various distorted dark red figures roared silently inside the door, as seen from Guderian and Natasha's vision.

One by one, the Drow mages finished guiding the circle, and then retreated back to the remaining passage, back to the second cave. When the last Drow mage also retreated, the old drow mage activated the circle that had been carved into the passage, and then a rumbling sound came, and then the passage was blocked in the smoke and dust.

Guderian and Natasha followed closely behind the lich. In the second cave, the demon seen earlier on the altar in the middle has disappeared. The kobolds who carried or cast the instruments were gone, and the cave appeared empty and empty.

After blocking the passage, the mages and the lich parted ways and disappeared into the other six diagonal passages in the cavern. The lich also took Guderian and Natasha to choose one of the routes, and Guderian silently remembered the route the lich took. The lich didn't say a word, nor did he look at the two of them. There were no more torches in the passage, and the lich silently led the way with a small light. After three hours of walking through a variety of intricate passages, you will reach an underground cave with river water. Although the cave is not as big as the previous two caves, the river is very fierce and wide. The river rushed in a crack more than ten meters wide, dozens of meters high from the ground of the cave, and the sound of surging and rushing echoed in this empty cave. Above the crack, only an arm-thick iron chain connected the two sides. The lich took Guderian and Natasha to stand in front of the chains.

"Isn't it strange that I'll save you?" the lich's hoarse voice was inaudible in the echo of the river.

Guderian and Natasha looked at each other and became wary.

"In this body, there are two personalities. Knowing that the two were on guard against him, the lich did not look back, and continued to explain, "I am the master now. The other personality is temporarily dormant, so you have a safe time of about a month. ”

Guderian and Natasha were amazed for a moment - Fortan Ulis was actually a double personality! It seems that the events of a hundred years ago had something to do with his split personality.

The lich turned around, and the surprise and confusion of the two of them were visible, even though their appearance had become withered by the disguise of the undead, as if they were real undead.

"Yes, it was at the end of my study of spells that I became a split personality, good and evil. The lich's voice was full of memories and regrets.

"What shall we call you?" said Natasha. Before Fortan Julius was transformed into a lich, he was a famous archmage. As a junior, Natasha expressed her respect.

"Feel free to ...... The name doesn't matter to me anymore. Fortan Julius said.

The two couldn't help but be silent.