The soft mud persistently chased after them, and even the plants were swept away in its path, revealing the bare ground. Dineen glanced back from time to time, frowning.

They quickly rushed to the foot of the watchtower. Dineen flexed his finger and whistled, and a black horse arrived.

This was the mount that had carried Dineen from the town to here, and it was because of this that he was able to catch up with Albert and Thrall in time. Of course, the horse was likely to be in danger after being left behind, but at that time he couldn't care so much, so he could only let go of the reins and let it move.

But now it seems to be fine. He removed the package from the horse, tried to soothe the restless animal, and dragged it to Thrall's side.

"You're not going to want me to ride it, are you?" Sal looked at the dark horse, who seemed to be getting more and more frightened by his proximity to him, and spoke first, "Not to mention whether it can run or not, it looks like it wants to kick me even more now." ”

Dinen looked at his mount, which was already struggling, and then at Thrall, and couldn't help but admit that he was right. No matter how much he hoped that he was holding a wolf in his hand, he could only sigh and let go of the black horse and run away.

"I wanted you to leave first," he explained, "because I was going to lure the ooze into the watchtower." Enclosed spaces can increase the power of explosions, and collapsing buildings can also deal secondary damage. Otherwise I'm not sure I can kill that thing. ”

"It's not a big deal." Even though he knew that he might be the first to catch up, Sal didn't hesitate, "Go with your plan." If we're all here, it's going to chase after us. ”

So Dinin didn't say anything more, and motioned for them to act.

Inside the watchtower there were still traces of their battles, the beam blocking the doorway had been moved a little to make it easier to get in and out, and the door to the warehouse was unobstructed, and the broken door panel was thrown aside. Blood stains and other stains are clear. The only thing missing was the bodies of the undead, apparently removed.

While Dineen was busy installing explosives by the wall, Thrall took a look into the warehouse and said, "This is what I saw at the time!" So this is really an exit? ”

"That's where I jumped in." Albert pointed to him, "There were no guards and no ladders, and I thought I was in the wrong place at first. Fortunately, it is a tunnel underneath, otherwise I really don't know how to get up. ”

Thrall laughed, "Because they were chasing after me!" I also broke the ladder, so at least the mage could come down a little slower. By the way, did you step on anything when you jumped? ”

Albert thought for a moment, "No. ”

"Oh. That's great. ”

The paladin was about to ask why, but when he saw the meaning on Sal's face, he suddenly stopped wanting to know the answer.

By this time, Dineen had finished his work, and they hurried up the stairs together.

The ooze had poked its head through the doorway—a head, let's all. It got a lot bigger, at least enough to fill the entire bottom floor. It then began to climb up the wall, with a slight difficulty at a vertical angle, but soon the ooze spotted the stairs along the scattered trails of blood, and followed them up.

The three of them stared nervously at the approaching ooze until it was completely inside the watchtower, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, we need to get out of here now." Dinin hurriedly said, "Sal, you come first." ”

The orc was the most wounded of them all, he bled profusely, and the paladin was unable to heal him when he was chased. His ability to survive until now was entirely due to his strong body and the several bottles of healing potions that Dinen had stuffed along the way. Knowing his physical condition, Sal didn't insist any longer, and simply nodded.

The nearest window was five meters above the ground, and Sal felt dizzy as he stood by the window and looked down. And he was not facing flat ground, but a slightly sloping hillside. If it is not well controlled, he may roll straight down the hill.

Sal, who had never tried this height, was a little uneasy. He turned his head to look at his companion, Albert looked worried, and Dinen pointed down dryly—the ooze was approaching.

This is better than any encouragement, Sal's heart is crossed, he grabs the window, and jumps regardless of it—

"Ancestor bless!"

The roar still echoed inside the tower, and the figure had already leapt into the air. As soon as the force of the forward rush was exhausted, he began to fall. Thrall clutched his head for the impending impact.

He slammed to the ground, almost holding his breath. For a moment, Thrall felt the force of the impact as if it had shattered every bone in him, the pain tortured all the nerves to numbness, he didn't even feel his inertia roll several times before stopping, lying flat on the ground and gasping for pain as the wound that had just improved began to bleed again.

He still remembered what he was supposed to do. Sal struggled to move his limbs, and at first he felt like none of them looked like his own, but soon they returned along with the pain, which reassured him a little. He coughed dryly and tried to get up, turning his head to look at the watchtower in concern.

***

The moment Thrall jumped out, the ooze suddenly swooped upwards as if stimulated, almost hitting the orc's heels. Startled by the two men who had been temporarily ignored, Dineen's reaction was almost in sync with the ooze - he reached for his dagger and slashed his own arm open.

He didn't even care about the weight and position of his hand, and blood gushed out in an instant. The ooze that was about to chase Thrall out of the watchtower was immediately attracted by the fresh blood, and left the orc and turned back. But by this time Dineen had dragged Albert to a higher place.

Ooze followed them closely. This time it's much faster than before. Luckily, both Dineen and Albert were able to move freely, and the latter had time to kick a few empty barrels that had been abandoned here as they climbed.

These casks played an unexpected role. The ooze was smashed a few times and then paused, as if it had been smashed, and then moved much slower. Albert was surprised to see this: "Doesn't it eat trees?" ”

"No, it's devouring energy—life force, magic, and shadow power." Dinen gasped a little, "Physical attacks work against it. ”

He glanced up and saw that they were passing through the last window, and immediately pushed Albert to the window: "Hurry up, jump!" ”

"This height?" Albert said incredulously. The position they were in now was a few points higher than the height of the crossbar that Dinin had walked before, and what were the chances of surviving by jumping out from such a high place?

"It's always shorter than the top of the tower!" Dineen roared. He also knew that the situation was difficult, but if they stayed in the tower at the time of the explosion, they would not even have the slightest chance of surviving, "Pray for the Holy Light!" It doesn't matter if you use the Leap of Faith or whatever, Jump! ”

"Leap of Faith ......?" Albert was confused for a second, and then suddenly said, "Understood, I'll try!" ”

- Wait, what are you going to try? You're not an assassin!

Dinen was frustrating at the inopportune otherworldly knowledge when he heard Albert answer him. Before he could explain, the paladin had already jumped out of the window.

He rushed to the window and looked down, and saw the rapidly falling figure in the air raise his hands, and the golden light suddenly burst out, and a thin but solid sphere completely enveloped him.

Dining: "!! ”

For a while, he couldn't even care about the soft mud, and watched the paladin fall to the ground in amazement, and there was only one thought left in his mind - this is a veritable leap of "faith", hey!

Albert stumbled as he landed, and there was a piercing pain in his ankle. He fell to his knees, feeling as if he had been evacuated, and even his brain was blank for a moment.

"Albert!"

Sal limped over, grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. The paladin came to his senses, coughing and pushing the orc away, signaling that he was okay. Then he looked up at the top of the watchtower.

***

Dinen jerked backwards to dodge the attacking tentacles, and he recovered from the shock only to realize that the ooze was already close at hand. Dineen immediately slashed another knife in his arm, and then threw the bloodstained dagger out. The tentacles followed like a puppy chasing a bone, and Dineen took the opportunity to turn around and rush to the top of the watchtower.

The time left for him was extremely short, and when he stopped and turned around, the soft mud had already pounced on him again, and Dinin didn't have time to think about it. He pulled out three arrows smeared with explosives that he had prepared, and drew his bow with great speed, targeting the explosives he had planted!

The part in the middle layer exploded first, and this time it dealt a heavy blow to the ooze. The tentacles that were about to reach Dineh's feet instantly retracted. At the moment of detonation, the wooden wall closest to the explosion point on both sides was immediately blasted into a large hole, and the weight of soft mud was borne on top, and the tower began to tilt slowly after the vibration. But by this time, more explosives had begun to detonate one after another, rapidly extending from the middle to the upper and lower sides!

The watchtower beneath his feet was rapidly collapsing, and Dinin barely managed to stand still. He stumbled uncontrollably, and his outstretched hand suddenly pulled at something as he waved it—a piece of cloth.

That flag!

Dineen had planned to take it with him, but he thought it would be difficult to realize. But now......

A crazy thought came to his mind, and Dineen didn't even waste time thinking about the feasibility - it was a dead end anyway - he directly tore off the flag with force, grabbed the four corners with both hands, and then jumped out with the flag!

No sooner had his feet left the watchtower than another explosion occurred in his back. He was almost knocked out by the wave of air from the explosion, and Dinen lunged forward, then began to fall rapidly.

But the next moment, a violent updraft filled the makeshift parachute in his hand, providing a life-saving cushion. Dinen just floated up and down for a moment, he looked down and let go of his hand.

The flag went with the wind, and he fell straight down. But the height was out of the deadly range, and eventually Dinen fell headlong to the ground, completely unconscious under the violent impact.