"Stay away from me! You damn brute! ”

Jorad lay languishingly on the ground, several dwarves beside him, pestering Wack who was yelling and biting them.

The dwarves wielded shovels and pickaxes in their hands, trying to smash the nimble Wacker into the air.

"Hey! What are you doing!! Carré roared, and the dwarves instantly turned their eyes on him.

"Hurry up and concentrate! Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up! ”

Carré stretched out his hand, wanting to make his magic gather a little faster, so that his magic sword could take shape quickly!

But just then, a dwarf swung a shovel and hit the harassing Wacker, who screamed and flew away.

Carré's spirit was distracted, and in an instant the magic dissipated into the air around him.

Seeing the dwarf grinning, he wanted to step forward and deliver the final blow to Wacker. Carré stopped what he was doing and yelled, "Stop! Don't hurt it! We'll go with you! ”

The dwarves looked at him with a sneer, but ignored him.

And at that moment, Carré had a pain in the back of his head, and something hit him on the head. Then he fell to the ground, and his eyes blurred to see Jorad being dragged away by the dwarves.

And he gradually closed his eyes......

"What about these humans?" The dwarves circled around Jorad and Carré, "They shouldn't be here with us. ”

"Hand them over to him, I think he'll be interested."

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In the mountains of Alterac, an ancient castle looms in the midst of a blizzard. On the observation deck of this ancient castle, two humans are standing there admiring the nearby snow.

Anvina stood quietly on the edge of the observation deck, looking at the mountains in the blizzard, and the gloom on her face could not dissipate.

"How's it going here? Beautiful, isn't it? Baron, the human nobleman, the undead who had awakened his sense of self, was asking behind her back.

"Yes, it's beautiful." Anvena lowered her head, "But..."

"Unknown?"

"Yes," Avena nodded, turning to look at Baron.

Despite being a human nobleman, Anvena still couldn't really trust him, perhaps because he was now an undead.

Anvina always unconsciously distanced herself from him.

The Minotaur Trag Mountain, standing not far from the observation deck, looked at the two of them. The minotaurs didn't look at each other, like their guards.

"I still don't understand, how can I help you!" After much effort, Avena voiced her concerns, "I'm just an ordinary person, and my friends are still in this mountain..."

"If they were still alive, they would probably have become captives of poisonous pus." Baron interrupted Avena as if to strengthen Avena's will, "So, there's not much time left for us, little girl. ”

"As long as you help, I think there is still hope to save them."

Behind the eloquent Baron, the Minotaur stared at him tightly, his brow furrowed deeply.

"Well... Okay, Baron, what do I need to do?! ”

Hearing this, the minotaur unconsciously clenched his fists, and even pinched off the wooden stick of the torch in his hand......

"It's not a terrible thing," Baron looked at Anvena gracefully, "and I'll give you a crystal ball when we come out later." ”

"Just stand where I'm standing now, thinking about your friends."

Anvena looked at Baron in disbelief, "Is that all?" ”

Baron lowered his head and hid his face in the noble robes, "Yes, that's all...... The rest ......"

Baron gave Anvena an extremely friendly smile, "I'll take care of the rest." ”

"But how can this help my friend—" Before Avena could finish her questioning voice, Tragg the Minotaur came out of the back room and interrupted her.

"Little one, it's getting colder and colder in here, I think you should stay inside for a while." Traag handed the bowl of snow rabbit meat to Anvina's hand, "You haven't eaten in a long time. ”

"Ah, yes, sorry I forgot." Baron bowed apologetically to Avena, "I'm sorry, I forgot I couldn't feel the change in the weather, now let's go in, little girl." ”

"We'll talk about that later."

"Well... All right. ”

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The snow was getting heavier, and Locke had no choice but to take Tyri into the woods, trying to find a temporary place to stay and recuperate.

Suddenly, the crackling sound of the surrounding branches caught his attention.

Holding Tyri tightly to his chest with his left hand, he hurriedly pulled out a one-handed sword from his magic bag and placed it across his chest.

A large group of ghouls silently surrounded him and Tyri.

"Look and see, what we've found!!" The ghoul, who led the man in a tattered cloak, said in a voice of wonder and joy, "Everyone is alive..... Won't live long, though....."

"Humph! Then give it a try! Locke foamed at the mouth and laid his one-handed sword in front of the two of them.

Locke's words were like an order to attack, and the ghouls roared and surrounded them.

"Hah!!" The one-handed sword in Locke's right hand swept across and slashed the ghoul in front of him. The one-handed sword castrated unabated, sweeping in a circle to force the surrounding ghouls back. Then he spun around with Tyri and kicked a ghoul dragging her cloak away.

In this empty space, several ghouls suddenly jumped out from behind the ghouls in front of them, pounced in front of Locke, firmly hugged Locke's armored legs and feet, and began to bite.

At the same time, the surrounding ghouls rushed up, trying to rush up and pull Locke to the ground completely.

Locke screamed angrily, trying to drop them. But the situation is not optimistic, the ghouls are firmly attached to his body, more and more ghouls are about to surround him, and the cloak behind him has become a tool to hinder him and help the enemy.

A few ghouls tugged at their cloaks and dragged them backwards with all their might!

Seeing that the one-handed sword in his hand was about to be forcibly dragged away by the ghouls, Locke couldn't help but roar anxiously!

"O Supreme Light!! Help me!! ”

The situation was somewhat unexpected to Locke, and it was not the Holy Light that helped Locke that he was familiar with. Instead, an explosive cloud of blue energy exploded around him. The ghouls who jumped on him seemed to be melted, and the flesh and blood flowed from their bodies.

They screamed, away from Locke.

Locke turned his head to see Tyri staggering there, her palms glowing intensely and brightly.