On the snow-capped mountaintop, one hand slowly stretched out from the snow on the top of the mountain, constantly grasping in the air, and soon the other hand also stretched out.

Then Jorad gasped for breath and emerged from the snow. After a moment of slowing down the snow from his body, Jorad began to take a closer look at his surroundings.

It was at the top of the mountain, and the howling wind mixed with the snow kept blowing past his ears, whining.

"Locke! Caleb! Anvina! Terri! Huckin! Are you there??! Jorad put his hands to his lips and yelled at the undulating snow in front of him.

All that answered him was the howling of the wind.

Soon, a hand stretched out in the snow caught his eye, and Jorald rushed towards his arm with a deep and shallow foot.

Grab that arm and pull it suddenly!

"Uh-oh! Cough! Cough! Cough! ”

Carré was pulled out of the snow covered in blood.

"Are you alright, boy?" Jorad asked as he dragged him out of the snow, and the latter was confused for a moment before slowly refreshing.

"What about the others?" Carré glanced at Jorad and saw that there was no one else around, then he got up and shouted loudly around him. "Anvina! Where are you? Locke! Terri! Where are you?! ”

"Boy, stop shouting. I'm sure they're all right. Chorald carefully inspected the snow around him and said, "None of us were killed, so that means they are okay." And the snow here is thick, they may be somewhere in this mountain .... Wait a minute! ”

Jorad stopped speaking abruptly, and he listened sideways to the storm around him.

"Quick! Hide! What's coming! ”

Seeing that Carré had some difficulty moving, Jorad grabbed him, and they got behind a snow-covered rock and looked out.

A group of undead soldiers slowly approached from far and near, their weapons in their hands, constantly stabbing in the snow, trying to find something.

"They..."

Carré wanted to say something, but Jorad put his finger to his mouth and motioned for him not to speak.

"Search this entire area!" One of the undead in the lead gave a clear order, "Find their tracks, and get ahead of the betrayers!" ”

"They're willing to be around here!"

Jorad discovers that there are quite a few captives in the ranks of the undead.

Elves, humans, dwarves have everything, they are trapped in a line by ropes, and they walk along the path.

Jorad turned around, rested his head on the rock, and said to Carré, who was panting heavily, "We can't stay here any longer, we must find a place to hide!" ”

"That's... What about Anvina? Carré asked weakly. Then he tugged at the lock sleeve around his neck with some irritability, which suppressed too much of his strength, making him unusually weak in this environment.

"They shouldn't have been caught by the undead, or they weren't caught yet. It's you," Jorad said, looking at him, "you need to rest, your body is too weak. ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" I couldn't help but cough again.

"There's someone over there!!!" The undead roared in a stuttering voice. Jorad looked deeply, and a large crowd of undead rushed over.

"Damn it!" Jorad cursed in a low voice, then pushed Carré hard to make him slide down the ridge, "You go quickly, I'll intercept it for the time being!" ”

Jorah pulled out the hammer from his back and roared as he rushed towards the swarming undead.

A golden glow rose from the hammer's head, and Jorad roared as he shattered the body of an undead. The undead didn't even let out a scream, and the sound of corrosive sound rang out. Before Jorad could make any other moves, a shining elf's one-handed blade slashed at his arm, and he had to drop the hammer in his hand to dodge the sword that slashed his arm.

Sideways to dodge the sword that slashed his arm, Jorad kicked the undead to the kneecap and knocked it to the ground. Pick up your own hammer and smash the undead to the ground with speed and power before they have yet to get up from the snow.

Several of the undead who had come ahead had already surrounded Jorald, roaring and scratching at Jorad.

"Hey! Ha! Go away! Dirty guys! ”

Jorad spun the hammer in his hand, smashing left and right to resist the undead's attack. When the war hammer with the energy of the Holy Light smashes into the undead, it will make a sizzling sound, and the undead will also painfully delay the rhythm of the attack. This made Jorad feel more relaxed, and he couldn't help but swing the hammer in his hand up and down.

In just a few minutes, the undead had fallen to the ground.

Raising his head, Jorad panted slightly as he looked at the undead who were swarming in front of him, he cursed in a low voice, and turned directly towards the place where Carré had just jumped and jumped down.

The slope of this ridge is somewhat high, and the 70-degree slope turns Chorald's originally sitting downward slope into a tumbling. He had to hold the war hammer and bury his head in his arms.

The constant rolling made Jorad also become a little confused, until he hit a rock, and his whole consciousness began to be a little confused.

Just then, Carré's voice came.

"Wake up! You okay?!! ”

Jorad blinked a few times, and he was greeted by Wacker's strange little dragon, licking its face with its pink tongue.

"See? I found it! Anvina should be around here! ”

Hearing Avenna's news, Jorad sat up suddenly, and he struggled to his feet, looking towards the top of the hill where he had slid down.

There were many undead people gathered there, and they had no intention of jumping off.

"We're so lucky," Carré motioned to Jorad to look to the right side of their body, a kilometer-deep cliff right next to them....

"We should be thankful for the stones...", before Carré could finish his sentence, the stammering voice on the top of the mountain roared.

"Scratch catch them! Ask if you know where the treasure is!! ”

Jorad and Carré looked up, and the undead rolled down the ridge like a boule!

"Push away these stones! Let them roll into the cliffs! ”

Without even thinking about it, Jorad pushed the stones on the right side that blocked them from falling into the cliff and pushed them all into the abyss. Then, the two hurriedly ran towards the snow to the south.

Carré looked back, the undead who were rolling fast, they roared and rolled down the cliff....

Learned from the previous experience, the undead who rolled down from behind rarely rolled into the cliff, and they began to try to control the speed of the descent as they slived.

Soon, a large group of undead chased after them.

"They're going to catch up again!" Carré turned to Jorad beside him and said, "There are too many of them!" We're going to get out of the way! We must not let them catch us, we need to find the others quickly! ”

"We don't know where they are now!" Jorad ran through the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the snow was getting deeper and deeper, and he said breathlessly, "Let's get away first!" ”

Suddenly! The snow under the feet of the two suddenly disappeared, and the two of them were stunned at the same time! Stand still and dare not move again.

On the surface of the snow in front of them, cracks like spider silk began to appear, and the cracks gradually became larger, forming a huge crack!

"Slowly step back! We can still get out! Carré whispered.

"It's too late," Jorad shook his head, pointing to the rift behind them, and thrust the hammer into his back, "let the Light bless us." ”

As Jorald finished speaking, this huge snowy plain suddenly collapsed, and a huge valley appeared, this originally empty snowfield.

The frightened cries of the two soon sank to the bottom of the valley along with the snow.