On the winding and steep foothills, a group of small black dots are walking on a snow-covered ridge. The snow and some bare stones tumbled into the abyss of the cliff because of their trampling

Locke's chains were unchained, and his hands were securely tied. Tyri did the same, the rope that bound them both to the front of them was one of them, and she was pulled by a strong undead in front of her.

Tyri staggered and was being dragged along, unable to regain her strength even if she tried to lean on Locke.

Locke observed the undead around him, as well as the terrain here, and an idea came to his mind.

To their right is a large snowy slope that stretches into the jungle below. The slope is several kilometers long, and if they want to escape, the easiest way is to roll down from here.

The surrounding undead didn't seem to care that they would do it, and there wasn't a single undead on the entire right side defending.

Locke looked at the slope on the right again, and he soon realized that the road, which he regarded as an escape route, was obviously not so simple for a while.

Due to the snow, the mountain was originally bare, and large and small rocks were covered, making it difficult to detect with the naked eye. If someone wants to roll down from this place and escape, then the stones along the way will make the person feel the power of the stones.

Locke secretly estimated that if he really rolled down from here, then there was a chance of escape, but it would not be very large. The impact of rolling down from here was enough to knock him unconscious, and Tyri and the dwarves couldn't afford that without the armor they had on them.

This idea can only be used as a last resort.

"Tyri, are you feeling better now?" Locke leaned over to Tyri, who was swaying forward, and asked cautiously.

This poor dragon girl did not regain some of her spirit until the undead dragged her forward. At first, the Frost Dragon had done far more damage to her than it appeared on the surface.

When in the sky, most of the ice dragon's breath was blocked by Tyri. All of this damage was blocked by her dragon form, which was why she had been languishing.

In the weather that makes the undead have their weapons tied to their hands because of the cold. Tyri, wearing long riding boots with open breasts and exposed thighs, didn't feel any cold.

There were even fine beads of sweat on her forehead, constantly running down her forehead.

"Give me some more time, just give me a little time, and I'll recover...."Tyri opened her tired eyes at Locke, and then her legs fell limply on Locke's shoulders.

The team stopped at this point, and Locke looked ahead.

"Is it right in front of you? If you dare to lie .....," the ghoul threatened Roki, the dwarf leading the way.

"I didn't lie about the stinky skeletons! Your last prey is on the mountainside. The dwarf snorted coldly and continued to walk forward, "Soon it's ......"

The team that had paused for a short time moved forward again, but what the undead couldn't see was the gloomy smile on Roki's face.

Locke sighed, and as the group progressed, they left the dangerous slope. But in this way, their seemingly last retreat has also disappeared.

"I'm afraid, we don't have time...."Locke shook his head, just by crossing the small plain covered with snow in front of them, they would feel the mountain in the sky of Roki, and by that time......

"And by that time, you goddamn skunk skeletons will all be slag in the furnace!" The dwarf sneered, stroking the snow.

"Here, old guys, the prey has taken the bait!"

"Qiang, Qiang, Qiang,"

In the cave where the dwarves had found Carré and Jorad, some of the mechanisms began to emit the siren of rapid metal knocking.

"Quick, there's a situation, go and inform Baron of them! The rest, take the guys, and let's go and see who our friends are! ”

The dwarves who were digging up the bones of the giant beast hurriedly stopped their work, shouted and grabbed shovels and other tools, and rushed to the entrance of the cave.

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Tragg the Minotaur walked slowly down the cold stairs in the direction Baron had left. The one-handed axe hanging from his waist was also taken off by him and held it in his hand.

Baron, I never dreamed that I would betray you.

I admire you as much as everyone else. You are my friend, and the friend of your people...... But the Baron Vilima Modis is no more......

You are no longer you. You have been possessed of your body by an evil spirit, and the former Baron would not have harmed innocent people like this, this evil has blasphemed you.

The Minotaur's eyes changed from confusion to firmness, and his originally hesitant steps slowly became more steady.

Passing through the dark staircase, the Minotaur stood in the hall leading to the observation deck, and he took the one-handed axe from the other side and held it in his hand.

"I must stop you, stop this, forgive me, Balon......" the minotaur whispered, and then walked resolutely to the observation deck.

"Forgive you? I don't think so. Baron's cold voice appeared behind the minotaur as a huge ball of dark energy slammed into the minotaur's head. After letting out a loud scream, the minotaur crawled heavily on the ground and remained motionless.

Two one-handed axes were tossed high, flew in the air for a while, and fell to the sides of the minotaur's body.

Balon stood beside the minotaur with his hands behind his back, and the quiver full of feathered arrows on the minotaur's back scattered, and the feathered arrows fell to the ground.

"There is no forgiveness for traitors." Baron walked around to the minotaur and watched him lie on the ground with his eyes closed, red blood flowing down his nostrils and mouth on the pitch-black ground.

"You know what? Tragg, despite your obstruction, that girl hasn't escaped my grasp. In fact, she just went where I wanted him to be! ”

Baron sneered a few times and crouched down to look at the corpse of the minotaur on the ground, "You're so naïve, Traag, just like this little girl. As long as I want, the crystal ball can use her powers at any time to destroy the poisonous pus and all other lives! ”

"There's no doubt about your death, Traag, it's still going to happen! You can't stop anything!! ”

Leaving these words, Baron never looked at his best friend again, and left him like that.