"Which mongrel should feed the ghouls moved my book!"

With a shake of his hand, Walitt, who had added more powder from the cemetery moss, dropped the tweezers in his hand, and watched angrily as half an hour's hard work bubbled and changed color. Compared to the fanatic who dared to steal forbidden knowledge, he was more heartbroken by the defeat in front of him. This meant that his experiment had to be pushed back by another twenty-seven hours to get the next batch of data.

- Swear to the Lich King, I'll let you cut yourself piece by piece and sew it back on!

Walit violently threw the test tube into the sink next to him, and then snatched the door out. The library and the underground lab were separated by three floors, but the long staircase added fuel to the fire for a necromancer who could only walk on his feet. When he arrived at his destination, he was already angry, and the method of dealing with it in his mind had changed several tricks. The mage violently pushed aside the ghouls that were blocking the door, and kicked open the dilapidated wooden door.

There were only two apprentices in black robes in the room, and when they saw Walit come in, they hurriedly put down their work and got up to greet them. But mages are not deceived by such disguises. The ghoul followed his orders and guarded the only exit, and the creature who dared to break the taboo would not be able to escape. He forced his gaze at the two strange-looking apprentices, their hands already lit up with a dark green light.

"You should know what good you've done!" "Before my patience runs out," he snapped, "I'd better be honest about who had the guts to touch my book!" ”

Seeing that he was angry as if he was about to throw a curse at any moment, one of the apprentices pointed to the side very simply: "It's him." ”

Walitt's gaze also turned away, staring coldly at the guy identified by his companion: "Aren't you going to defend yourself?" ”

But instead of seeing the expected panic, fear, and eager confession, the other party showed a wry smile and said in a somewhat helpless tone, "There is no need. ”

Before Walit could react to what he meant, there was a sudden sound of piercing air from his side. The spell shield used for self-defense activated instantly, but the attack was clearly premeditated and well understood. The swift and ferocious blows lasted three times, and then the sneak assailant jerked back, allowing the only counterattack before the shield shattered to hit the bookshelf. The mage had barely turned around, and the incantation in his mouth was still a few syllables away, but a sharp pain had already spread from his heart. He looked down in disbelief at the dagger that passed through his chest, shook it unwillingly for a few seconds, and then collapsed without a sound.

***

Albert calmly stepped back and made way for the corpse. When he realized that Dineen's identification was to divert the other party's attention, he knew that this would happen. The unwarranted anger and the gap in identity had already made this mage lose the possibility of obtaining information, and in order to prevent a bigger accident, Dineh's choice was to deal with him.

Seeing that his partner was in control, Albert turned to the door, guarding against the ghouls who were likely to pounce on him, and was careful not to immediately summon the light to stimulate the undead who were already in a commotion. Blood and death may be disguised, but the breath of the Light is as palpable as fireworks under the night sky. They've gotten into trouble, but not yet when they need to be completely exposed.

He was ready for a big fight, but strangely enough, the foul-smelling monsters were huddled in the doorway, hesitating, drooling all over the place, but never rushing in. Albert looked back as if he was aware of it, just in time to see Dinen standing up from the mage's corpse with something in his hand.

"What did you find?"

His partner reached for his left hand. It was a small mass of misshapen and twisted flesh, devoid of skin or bones, but with a few translucent, slender tentacles. One of them had already penetrated into the veins of Dineen's wrist, apparently sucking his blood from the changed color.

"Given that he only had this with him besides the staff," he explained to Albert, "I think it must be something like identification." ”

He casually waved his hand at the door, and the ghoul took half a step back.

"It seems so." "I have to say that they are really creative. ”

"This ......," Albert resisted the urge to throw a purification spell away, "are you sure that's okay?" ”

"It's just a little blood." Dineh's expression didn't change, but he teased the thing with interest. The piece of flesh shook from side to side after the finger, and as a result, it almost fell off the palm of the hand, and quickly grabbed the wrist with several other tentacles and crawled back.

"No, I mean, doesn't this thing have the ability to distinguish between friend and foe?" Albert looked at the former owner of the piece of meat. He didn't believe that a mage would have his belongings left to be manipulated, even if they were dead.

"Oh, it does only recognize the magic of its master." Dinen nodded at the corpse, "But unfortunately, it's also a living thing. ”

Seeing that Albert was still puzzled, he raised his left hand and approached the dragon's tooth necklace around his neck. The next moment, the flesh suddenly spurted out a large amount of blood, and then shrank by a full two-thirds, and even the tentacles retracted and hugged themselves tightly, looking overly frightened.

Dineh, who was covered with blood from his neck: "...... Now do you understand? ”

Albert: "Uh... Yes, thank you for the presentation. ”

Dineen looked at him with a creepy smile for a moment before dropping his hand and wiping his neck from a few pages from the bookshelf next to him. At this time, the piece of flesh that was far away from the dragon's tooth necklace slowly released itself, and then sucked the blood from the host's veins twice, and in the blink of an eye, it rose back to its original size, and continued to shake its tentacles slowly. Seeing this, Dineh's fingers twitched, and there was a bit of murder in his eyes.

If the thing had a normal shape, even if it was a jellyfish or a ball, Albert couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be able to stop laughing. But if he did laugh, Dineen might just crush it. The more he is in front of those close to him, the easier it is for his partner to show his irascible and willful side.

Fortunately, Dineh was well aware of the current situation, so he didn't make a move, but instead tore off his sleeve to cover the piece of meat lying on his arm, and then put on a hood. The information he wanted to gather had already been available before the mage arrived, and now he could place the timed explosives in a few surrounding rooms and leave as quickly as possible. But the unexpected harvest of a way to confuse the undead gave Dinen the idea of going deeper. After all, it's hard to have a second chance like this.

Albert agreed, and he did not lack the courage to take risks. Not to mention, explosives and the army of Nanhai Town can provide them with two riots to escape. So they planted the explosives and continued down the stairs. With that piece of meat that didn't know how to do it, the surrounding ghouls all turned a blind eye to them, and even one of them even came up and helped them push the clutter aside. The paladin was so frightened that he almost jumped up, but Dinen thanked him rather indifferently. After all, these ghouls still have some basic intelligence left, and it is necessary to disguise themselves in front of them.

Further down, the number of undead gradually became scarcer, and the figure of the cultists appeared frequently. Fortunately, most of them seemed to be in a hurry, and as long as the sentinel's reaction was not unusual, they were not even interested in glancing at the people who passed by. Only on two occasions would the other party stare at Albert in surprise, and then be intimidated away by Dining's cold, tyrannical gaze before asking. I have to say that his temperament has no sense of disobedience in this place at all, and the disciples who are keen on strength will not easily offend a strong person who may kill him. Seeing this, Albert took the initiative to fall half a step behind Dinein, and he took the lead, while he pretended to be a follower. Sure enough, nothing happened after that.

Surprised to find out that there was a path in the castle's hall leading below, Dineen gave Albert a funny look, while the paladin shrugged his shoulders. They descended the steep spiraling staircase illuminated by dark blue torches, and found a heavy metal gate at the end.

"What now?"

Albert raised his hand and nudged it, finding it standstill, and turned to look at Dinein. The latter thought for a moment and rolled up his sleeves.

The lump of meat was hanging lazily on his wrist, and it looked like it was getting bigger than before. After inadvertently touching the door lock, the tentacles immediately found the keyhole and drilled in. It didn't take them a few seconds before they heard the sound of the door lock opening. And the meat block that had finished the work happily withdrew its tentacles, and sucked two mouthfuls of blood to treat itself.

Dinein's expression looked very subtle.

Albert stepped forward and pushed the door open before he could make up his mind to strangle the thing, successfully diverting Dineen's attention. They quickly prepared for battle, only to find themselves a little early after stepping inside the door. Behind the door is a wide hallway, flanked by several smaller metal doors of the same material, embedded in the wall between them, like a specimen for display. The paladin stared at the skeletons, which were still humanoid overall, for a moment, then turned his face away and nudged Dinen to try to open the door.

Dineen tried one by one, but their "key" could only open one of the doors. This is supposed to be the domain of its former owner. After confirming that there were no dangerous creatures, they closed the door and examined the makeshift stronghold.

The room was silent and seemed empty, but after listening for a while, Di Jingjing suddenly stepped away. He pushed away the beds stacked with blood-stained chains, bypassed the still bubbling potions and stills, walked through the rows of corpses hanging from the ceiling, crossed the ditch with the unknown liquid and the head-down ooze monsters inside, and stood in front of an iron cage, looked inside, and chuckled.

"You see, we're unlucky enough to find survivors in this kind of ghost place every time." He said to Albert, then turned to the cage and changed his language.

"Hello, troll."

***

N'Gash smelled blood.

It's not a strange thing to smell blood in this place. Every day he could feel a fresh death, but such a death was ridiculous and distorted. If he died as a weak man under such circumstances, he would have no glory at all, and the great Bonsandy would not accept him. So N'Gash lives, lives in pain, lives in anger in hatred, lives in potions that burn from the veins into the depths of the bones.

But this time is different.

He felt a subtle but familiar breath of blood that he had been craving, and the horror, pain, and confusion in it lifted his spirits greatly. Although he regretted that the pain was not caused by his own hands, he was quite satisfied. So he struggled to open his eyes and saw the two humans standing in front of him.

N'Gash hated humans and had hunted them, and his enemies were also humans, but the smell of blood coming from one of them made him hesitate.

Trolls have always hated others for their prey, and if he was healthy and free now, he would definitely hunt them as a substitute. But now, he was weak and bound, and they all looked like formidable warriors. The younger one had the opposite of the Shadows that he resisted, and his soul was dazzling and weak. The older one is more like fire and steel. His aura was out of place in the forest, and even sharp enough to make Ngashi feel uncomfortable.

But they may be helpers.

When the older warrior spoke to him in the troll language, N'Gash affirmed his idea that he would flee and sacrifice the death of his enemies to the god Loa to wash away his shame and pain.

So, they can cooperate.