"-No."

The young man said this to the figure, just as he had only argued with his mentor, full of apprehension but still resolute.

Dineen stood there for a moment, then slowly turned around. His golden pupils burned with anger, but his gaze was as cold as ice.

But this time, Albert was not afraid of his gaze, but persistently stared at Dinein.

He knew what his weaknesses were—inexperienced, impulsive, pampered, and too idealistic. So Albert let go of his pride, endured Dineen's temper, and treated his partner as a mentor.

But not this time.

Man is who he is because of his unique principles. They make different choices in the same situation and thus take different paths.

What Dineen said, Albert also knew, and Dining's judgment was also understood by Albert. Perhaps Dinen was as right as ever in this matter, and he was indeed wrong.

— but he just wouldn't compromise.

Mercy, mercy, sacrifice, glory...... These spirits, which are scorned or noncommittal, are the codes of conduct that Albert believes in through the education of his elders. At first he had doubts and doubts, but now they are part of him. He doesn't need to think and judge deliberately, he knows what he should do, and he is completely willing.

He couldn't have gambled with a dozen lives, even if they were just strangers who had nothing to do with each other. He could not bear to hide in safety and let these innocent civilians struggle on the line of death. Despite knowing the price he might pay, Albert stood straight in place.

In the current situation, this is not an easy task. Although Dineh didn't say a word, and his expression didn't change in the slightest, the air had become extremely dignified. This was not an illusion, but an increasingly terrifying momentum oppression from the man standing coldly in front of him.

Even Albert didn't know how much Dineen hated to oppose his opinions—and he knew now.

He didn't know that his partner had challenged countless enemies that were almost impossible to defeat, and that only by uniting his companions could he win. The only thing he knew was that this furious momentum actually reflected the fury in Dineh's heart. The young man had to concentrate all his willpower, otherwise he would really have trouble breathing.

Although Dinein's current strength is only one order higher than Albert's, and even his mentor is not comparable, it is only with the help of rich experience that he can be invincible. But his experience and heart did not sink down with this strange change. At his core, he was the Warlord who could harness artifacts, challenge demigods, and contend with demons.

— but even so, Albert didn't back down.

He has his own pride, his own principles and choices. Just as Dineen never bowed to the people he despised, this was something Albert couldn't compromise on.

He will not sit idly by, even if it costs him death.

As if hearing his heart, Dineen suddenly looked away.

The frenzied momentum dissipated in an instant, and disappeared without a trace. The flame in his eyes suddenly extinguished, and his gaze casually fell to the side as if he was tired of it, and there was no focus on it. He was distracted for a moment, then turned and walked straight to the door.

It wasn't until the moment he stepped out of the church that he didn't look back.

"—then you will die."

***

Thrall woke up.

He shivered with cold, and his limbs were numb. The pain was not felt, but the darkness in front of him still sent chills through his heart. Fortunately, it didn't take long for the vision to become clearer, and I could barely make out the blurry shapes.

The orc twitched his head to confirm his condition. He realized that he was lying on the ground in a twisted position, which was also the cause of the numbness in his body. Below was damp dirt with a disgusting stench. And his feet were heading in the direction of the only light that shone a little. At the same time, he also saw the fence.

Sal quickly understood his situation. After all, he spent most of his life in such a place. Holding himself on to the ground, he staggered to his feet, cautiously approached the fence, and looked out.

The only source of light was an oil lamp hanging around the corner, the wick burning weakly, as if it could be extinguished at any moment. By this faint light, Thrall saw his caretaker.

Is that...... People?

The guard was still largely humanoid, but his posture was rather strange. His head was pressed against one shoulder, and Sal stared at him for a few moments, no change.

Didn't he feel it?

Sal couldn't help but get a little closer, trying to see better. He grabbed the fence in front of him, and his fingers hurt coldly, he quickly let go of his hand, only to find that his finger was pierced by a wooden thorn, and a slight blood flowed out.

The rough-skinned orcs didn't take it seriously, but the shadow of the guard moved in the afterglow of the view. Thrall immediately stepped back, but the guards pounced.

Empty eye sockets, rotten noses, leaky teeth. He... Its shape startled Sal. The thing was grim-looking and screaming and scratching on the railing, like a beast rather than a human. The orc realized that in a way, the railings were also serving to protect him.

Plagues, undead, spells. He quickly remembered the words he had heard before he fell unconscious. Although he doesn't fully understand the connection, Thrall has come to terms with his predicament and eccentric enemies. He calmed down and began to think about how to get out.

Instinctively, he looked at his bleeding fingers. The small wound had stopped bleeding a long time ago, but it was enough for Sal to perceive the connection. He looked at the guards who had calmed down and the scarred wooden fence, and quickly made up his mind.

The orc rolled up his sleeves and ripped open the bandage wrapped around his arm, revealing a wound underneath that had not yet had time to be treated by Albert, and inserted his sharp nails into it. The blood that came out of the laceration was much stronger than it had just been. The guard, who was about to turn around and leave, instantly pounced back.

Thrall cautiously stood out of his reach, waiting. When the guard realized that he could not do anything about the prey and was about to leave, he shook his hand at the other man, and the blood splattered all over it.

This added fuel to the fire, and a new round of bites and impacts were all inflicted on the wooden fence. The sticks looked to have been over a long period of time, especially when the bottom end was closer to the soil, and it was crumbling under the violent impact.

But Thrall wasn't going to wait until the end, letting the monster pounce on him. He took a few steps back, lowered his shoulders to the wooden bar in the middle, and raised his arms to protect his face. Then suddenly a wild roar erupted, and he lunged forward.

- Charge!

Although Dinin had always been a shamanic reservist, Thrall had actually been trained as a warrior since he was a child. He knows and is good at most of the basic skills, and charging is the most important thing. Even if the running distance is only more than one meter, his amazing physical fitness makes him burst out with extremely terrifying strength. The orcs were brutal and smashed the fence and the guards straight away!

They castrated into the opposite wall and slid to the ground together. Sal's first action was not to get up, but to pinch the guard's head and squeeze it hard!

— and then he regretted it.

Although the guards were completely leveled this time, the contents of the head were also on his hands. The half-solidified off-white substance gave off a disgusting smell, and Thrall even impulsively wanted to cut off his own hands - if not for the fact that he was now defenseless.

Eventually, Sal resisted the urge to vomit and wiped everything on his hands against the wall, then forced himself to ignore the problem. He got up from the ground and looked left and right.

The place looks like it's underground or inside a mountain, the walls around it are all dirt, and the tunnel is completely supported by beams and planks. To his left was a row of cells, but there was no one inside. The right side, which is the side where the oil lamp is hung, should be the exit. Thrall took the oil lamp off the hook, intending to use it as a disposable weapon in case of emergency, and walked cautiously over.

He kept an eye on his surroundings as he walked. There are traces of dragging on the dirt under his feet, and it is conceivable that there were victims who were taken away not long ago. The footprints left behind were all misshapen, and looked like they were the same monsters as the guards. Only one of these footprints is normal. It reminded Sal of those who had taken him down.

They are supposed to be mages. The orc pondered. He had only read a few words about the casters in the books Teresa had given him. But his excellent memory reminded him of several characteristics: he needed to chant, he needed to aim, and he was relatively vulnerable.

This seems to be similar to an archer? Although it hurts a little more than a medium arrow. Sal thought optimistically that once he returned to familiar territory, he would have nothing to fear. A true orc is never afraid of battle.

But in the realm outside of combat......

Thrall stood at the fork in the road, torn between the two sides. He just wanted to get out of here and join his companions as soon as possible, but if he went the wrong way, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

Eventually, he leaned over to take a look at the ground, and then picked a path with no normal footprints, hoping to bypass the mages. At least don't run into those tricky opponents until he finds any weapons.

Thankfully, Thrall seemed to have chosen the right path, and although the trails on the ground had become more chaotic along the way, he had not encountered a single enemy. Of course, he didn't find anything that could be used as a weapon.

Just as he couldn't hold back and wanted to knock off the pillar above his head, a faint sound came from ahead. Sal was shocked, quickly extinguished the oil lamp, leaned over lightly, and poked his head out of the corner.

The first thing he saw was a ladder that led up to the top. Sal perked up. But there was still a man standing in front of the ladder, with his back to Sal and cursing in his mouth.

"Set a trap, set a trap, they are here to save people, why do you want to put my laboratory bench on the extra move? When a backdrop? If one of the flasks breaks, I'll make you look good......"

This voice was one of the three men who attacked him!

At that moment, an object was suddenly thrown down from above and fell heavily to the ground. Before Thrall could see what it was, the black-robed mage waved his hand, and the object on the ground slowly rose from the ground.

"It's all broken like this, why don't you leave me with the ashes left over from the burning of the Holy Light? Wait, that Sain guy is dead, so is his lab mine? ”

Thrall realized that the figure rising from the ground was probably the same type of being as the guard he had met. He was glad he had wrapped the bandage earlier. But it didn't work to keep hiding, and it would be more dangerous to delay, so Sal decided to take the risk and rush out to try.

He calmed down, grabbed the oil lamp and aimed it at the mage, then quickly waved his arm and threw the oil lamp out!

The unsuspecting black-robed mage was directly hit in the back of the head, and immediately fell to the ground without saying a word. At the same time, Thrall had already rushed in front of the other guard, and even though he was still haunted by what had happened before, the orc did not hesitate to smash its head with a punch when it came to the battle.

Then he jumped up and threw himself on the ladder, and after a few strokes, he jumped up. But the scene on the upper floor was not as open as he had imagined, an open outdoors. On the contrary, he was still indoors, and around—

The guards who stood in a circle!

There was also a black-robed mage who was also standing far away, and when he saw Sal rushing up, he almost dropped the staff in his hand to the ground in shock. The humans and orcs looked at each other for a moment, then reacted at the same time.

"Catch him!" The mage yelled.

Without saying a word, Sal let go of his hand and let himself fall, just as he happened to slam into the unconscious mage. Ignoring the sounds that sounded like bones shattering, he got up from the ground and slammed headfirst into the ladder.

This almost knocked him unconscious, but the ladder was obviously slightly inferior, and he was directly smashed into pieces. Thrall climbed up against the wall and tossed away the wooden strips that hung from his body. There was already a crackling sound behind him, and it sounded very similar to when the guard was thrown down just now, and he didn't even have time to look back, so he ran away.

He remembered that the way he came from was a dead end, but there was a fork in the road. It was quite possible that the road led to the base camp of this group of people, but the pursuers were behind, and in desperation, Sal could only shout in his heart for the blessing of the ancestors, and then plunged headlong into a deeper place.