Contrary to what Locke had thought, the undead who had captured him and Tyri did not kill them. They even had a small commotion.

"Tie them up!"

The necromancer who grabbed Tyri threw Tyri out of his arms, and Locke tried to catch her with a deep hand, but was pressed by the undead on his back and half-knelt on the ground.

Tyri groaned in pain and fell next to Locke.

Locke didn't struggle, and he didn't make any other moves. The leading undead had no intention of killing him, and Locke could not guarantee that he would really escape from the undead here, and by the way, he would be able to save Tyri.

"I, we, for why, don't we kill them!" One of the undead asked the ghoul who had already come over.

"No, no, no, no, he and they are still useful, let him and them, live!"

The ghoul stuttered and gave the order, and two undead with sharp hands and feet came up and tied up Locke and Terri with two chains.

The ghouls in their tattered cloaks, looking at Locke and Tyri, who were trapped in rice dumplings, said, "Their appearance is very, very, very suspicious.....

Locke looked at the ghoul who circled around them, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. He'd never seen a talking ghoul, and the guy apparently looked like a head.

"Momo Momodis, it must be ...... nearby," the ghoul turned away from his captive, and after a snoring sound, he instructed the surrounding undead, "Hold them with another prisoner..., and see how they react!" ”

Locke was quickly dragged up by the ghoul behind him and kicked him on top of him, causing him to stagger behind the undead walking in one direction.

Locke glared back at the undead who had kicked him, and didn't say anything to irritate the undead.

At this time, safety is not guaranteed, and there is no point in saying something that stimulates the undead, except for recklessness.

Soon, Tyri was also driven behind Locke's side, and he consciously slowed down his pace and asked Tyri, who was unsteady on her feet.

"Tyri, how are you?"

Tyri's complexion has changed a lot from just now, and it has turned yellow. She turned her head into a forced smile, looked at Locke and shook her head.

"I'm sorry to drag you down, Locke."

Tyri quickly coughed, spitting some green juice out of her mouth. Locke's face froze, and he looked at the white snow, where the green juice stood in place.

The undead behind him saw that he was not leaving, so they pushed him hard, and Locke fell to the ground without noticing it for a while.

How long have I been! Haven't been so angry?! You cannon fodder undead did this to me!!

Locke, whose face was covered in snow, struggled to get up, and with an angry expression he wanted to say something to the undead behind him, but was stopped by Tyri, who was beside him.

"No, don't worry about me. It's just some ordinary poison. Tyri laughed and rested her head on Locke's shoulder. A poison that limits my ability to cast spells. For my body, there are no other side effects. ”

"Really?" Locke looked at the frail Tyri and asked earnestly.

"Yes, paralyzing poison." Tyri nodded, explaining to Locke, "This poison was developed against us magic-using mages. It allows us to communicate with the Magic Net for a longer period of time. Thus, reducing our threat. ”

"Paralyzing poison?" Locke nodded thoughtfully, in the game, thieves often quenched this poison on their daggers to deal with mages.

Mages who are hit by this poison will have their spell cast time greatly increased. Therefore, when thieves play slippery and mage PK, it is often difficult for mages to take advantage.

Suddenly, Tyri screamed and threw herself past Locke, falling into the snow next to her. Locke struggled to pick her up, only to be met with kicks and punches from the undead.

The ghoul said to a dwarf crouching on the ground covered in snow where Terri had fallen, "Wake up, wake up! Here comes your companions. Enjoy this touching reunion..."

As the ghouls' words ended, the undead left the place, guarding them not far away.

Locke hurriedly knelt on the ground and touched Terri with his shoulder, and the dragon girl slowly sat up from the snow.

"A human? An elf? It seems that the mountain is getting more and more lively. The dwarf glanced at the two of them, then lowered his head and continued in his daze.

Locke looked at the dragon girl leaning next to him, who was still very weak, but her complexion was much better than before.

"My name is Locke Harvey, and the lady next to me is Tyri," Locke asked the dwarf next to him, looking at the undead guarding them in front of him. "Who are you?"

"Me?!" The dwarf laughed for a moment and looked at the mountains in the distance, "Oh, it's been a long time since anyone asked my name. I'm just an insignificant dwarf, that's all. ”

The dwarf twisted his neck to let the snow fall over his head, then whispered, "Roki Greystone, from Eagle's Nest Mountain." ”

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"Anvina, you're thin again." Father looked at Anvena kindly, "You need to eat more, dear." ”

Anvina held the small bowl in her hand and looked at her father happily.

"Anvina, Mom taught you waltzes, do you still know how to dance? Come on, jump with mom. ”

"Good! Mom! Anvena smiled and stepped onto the dance floor, dancing with her mother to the accompaniment of her father's violin.

"Anvina...."

In the dark and damp hall of the castle, the flames in the fireplace flickered incessantly, and the fire reflected on the walls through the obstacles, swaying like a monster.

Avena stared blankly at the fireplace, and some tears appeared in the corners of her eyes and slipped into her neck.

"Mommy, Mommy, I'm sorry.," Avena muttered under her breath, tears streaming down her face.

"Anvina!" Baron's call rang out behind her.

Anvina hurriedly got up from the bench, and without turning around, she wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve.

"I'm sorry, I owe you my sincerest apologies...."

Baron's appearance like a ghost really startled Anvena. She wiped away her tears and left her smile for her.

"I'm scaring you again." Baron bent down, resting his right hand on his chest, bowed to her in apology. "Like Tragg said, I'm not human anymore."

"No, no, no, it's me who should say I'm sorry," Anvina said to her feet, her hands shaking over her chest and snorting at her snot, "I just wasn't mentally prepared. ”8)