"Dineh!"

The two men shouted in unison. Albert didn't even bother with the approaching undead and turned abruptly.

It was Dineen, indeed. He folded his arms and leaned lazily against the edge of the wall, which had been empty a minute before, and a lit match swirled between his fingers, but it magically showed no signs of extinguishing. He grinned at the two stunned companions, raised his hand and waved it perfunctorily, which was considered to be a greeting.

"When did you ......" Sal's eyes straightened - shaken by the firelight.

"Stop." Dineng put up a match to signal silence, "Explain later, come and lie down, otherwise it will be too late." ”

What's too late?

Despite their confusion, Thrall and Albert quickly listened to him. Obviously, Dineh already has a solution, so he is so confident.

Then they watched as Dineen threw the match to the side and lay on the ground, eyes closed, and ears covered.

…… Wait, that's what you're calling the solution?

Albert was just about to open his mouth to speak, when the air suddenly fell silent—as if a small voice had disappeared.

Before he could figure it out, a deafening roar suddenly rang out.

The ground shook violently, almost throwing them out. A heat wave swept in from ahead, smashing dirt and stones headlessly. Then there was a cracking sound of rock breaking overhead, as if the whole world was collapsing!

It wasn't until a few minutes later that everything around gradually quieted down.

Dineen coughed, got up from the ground, and looked forward. The entire tunnel had collapsed, the earth that had collapsed from above had buried the army of the undead, and the slightly more advanced ones had been shattered by the shockwave. After making sure that it was safe, he patted the soil on his body and thoughtfully reflected: "It seems that the gunpowder is a little too much?" ”

No one paid any attention to him. Thrall crawled out of the dirt with his head covered, and the consequence of the larger area was that he was smashed by flying objects, and his whole body was almost buried. Albert squatted to the side and wiped his face, sincerely regretting why he looked up and opened his mouth.

…… Anyway, the problem of chasing soldiers is solved.

Because Albert couldn't speak for the time being, or maybe he didn't want to speak, the responsibility for asking questions was left to Sal. The orcs looked at the unshapen tunnel and wondered, "How do we get out?" ”

Dinen shrugged his shoulders and kicked his foot at the wall beside him. Thrall was shocked to see a wooden door the same color as the dirt click to the ground, revealing a passageway.

"Humans have long discovered that leaving a way out for themselves is a good way to anger the enemy, and occasionally kill themselves." He said meaningfully.

Sal breathed a sigh of relief and glanced back at the collapsed passage: "You planted those explosives in advance?" How did you know we were going here? ”

"I didn't 'bury' the explosives, man, they didn't even recognize what they were, they just threw them at them. I'll just get around ahead of you, and since you're more noisy than a rampaging rhinoceros, most of the undead will gather. And then - 'Bang! He spread his hands, "and the problem is more than half solved." ”

But there was a mage behind them...... "The undead under command are not too stupid, that's what Albert said."

Dinen smiled at him, and Thrall suddenly felt a chill in his back.

"And how do you think I know—" he knocked on the wall next to the secret door, "this?" ”

The orc wisely remained silent on the subject, when he found that Dineen was about to whistle in celebration.

Just don't know anything. He thought so.

At that moment, Albert, who turned to stand behind Dinein, gestured to him. Sal didn't understand what he meant for a moment, and looked over with a puzzled expression. Dineen followed his gaze, and Albert immediately withdrew his hand and turned away from him, concentrating on studying the secret door.

…… It doesn't look like it at all, man.

Sal glanced at Dineen and saw that the other party was sighing helplessly. He quickly remembered the conflict he had heard of, and suddenly understood.

"What, how's Tarummir?" He tried to change the subject. The choice paid off, and the other two focused their attention, "I heard there's a curse?" ”

Dineh's answer was unexpectedly refreshing: "Ah, it's solved." ”

The two of them stared at him in unison.

"Solved ......?" Thrall repeated incredulously, and hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, there are still necromancers' accomplices there, I heard it when they captured me back." ”

"Oh, you mean Mr. Mayor?" Dinen made no secret of his apparent pleasure built on the pain of his enemies, "I tied him to the cross of the church before I left—may the Light save his soul, Howl." ”

Saar: "......"

He seems to have heard something terrible? Are you already so happy that the style of painting doesn't match!

"Mayor ——?" Albert couldn't hold back his screams, but he couldn't care so much in the chaos, "How could it be the mayor?" ”

It's impossible for anyone in your eyes—Dineen was about to choke on him, but quickly swallowed it back.

"From the moment they set the trap, I suspected that they had accomplices." He slowly explained, "Hostage is a common choice to use hostages as bait, but why is it that there is Brand we are looking for, and he is not infected in the slightest?" ”

"Because they know we're going to bring Brand back, and as long as he lives without worry, he's going to be a burden. As for the others, it is just a temptation. The fact that we killed those who were infected, rather than trying to treat them because they had mild symptoms, shows that we are well aware of the nature of the plague. Taking away that healthy person shows that we value the lives of innocents just as much, and not just because we want to fulfill my promise. ”

"Although we were more powerful than they expected, we succeeded in killing the round-up and returned to Talenmere. But they immediately got the innocents involved, forcing our two most troublesome men to go and throw ourselves into the trap before the garrison could be freed, that is, when there was no support. If we succeed in solving the two of us insiders, then they can then collude with the inside and outside to deceive ordinary people, and continue to act secretly as if they have been eliminated. ”

"However, the result of dividing the troops into two ways is not bad, and the lone enemy is always easy to destroy. Such a thought prompted an inadequate attack - it's a shame, I'm not good at reasoning, but the fight is good. ”

Dinen pretended not to see the two pairs of white eyes on the other side, and continued: "After capturing the mayor, I searched his house, and then found the altar of the Cursed Sect in the basement - why all the hidden things are kept in the basement, there is no suspense at all - so everyone has stolen money, the evidence is conclusive, and the coffin is conclusive. The previous doubts can be explained. ”

"Who knew we had to bring Bland back? Who knows we know about the Cursed Sect and the undead? Who knew that we value the lives of innocent people? Who is able to reach a large number of townspeople without being suspected? It's the mayor. ”

Dinen let out a sigh of relief, spread his hands, and motioned for him to finish.

But Albert was still a little incredulous: "What about his motives? Why did he do it? ”

"What the living want from the dead is nothing more than two things - immortality, immortality, and resurrection of the dead." Dinen said with a hint of sarcasm, "But what they end up with is often just a lie. ”

"Life~ what a precious and cheap thing~" he sighed leisurely in a long tone like a singing opera, not realizing that Sal's eyes were full of worry and concern for the mentally ill when he looked at him.

Albert, who was somewhat mentally prepared for his intermittent mania, snorted.

"You know the value of life." He said sullenly.

Dinen was stuck. He scratched the back of his head, and his tongue, which had been gushing just a moment ago, seemed to be coated with petrochemical medicine, and he was stiff and unable to speak.

Sal looked at Dinein, who was embarrassed, and then at Albert, who was grimacing, and took a few steps back with a smile, letting them solve the problem themselves.

Dineen glared at him in annoyance. He hates facing emotional problems the most. In the past, when there was a conflict with others, either someone was in the middle, or the other party understood his character and fought or yelled at each other, and the problem was over. However, Albert's good upbringing meant that he would never act or speak ill of Dinein, and Sal made it clear that he would not interfere......

I hate paladins. Dinen thought through gritted teeth. But well, now I hate even more why I can't go through my brain before I speak. Is it that hard to shut up at the right time?

But regretting the past obviously doesn't help the present. In the end, Dineh gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Okay." "I mean, I apologize to you for the wrong way I said it, partner. ”

Albert turned around and glared at Dinein's back in disbelief: "...... Wrong way of saying it? ”

"It's just the wrong wording." Dinen quickly explained, then quickly shut up.

"Misworded?" Albert repeated again.

After being silent for a long time, Dineh finally couldn't help but say, "...... I don't think there's anything logically wrong with my words. It states a fact that is very likely to happen. ”

- Sounds quite aggrieved.

Albert: "......"

Sal, who finally understood, couldn't help but snort and squatted down with his mouth covered. It felt like he was slanting his eyes at the demolition of the platform and bared his teeth there, but the orcs who looked down and smiled did not see the threat at all. Noticing Albert's gaze, the two of them suddenly pretended to be good children with solemn faces.

The paladin looked at them with a cold face, but finally took the lead in compromising and sighed.

"Okay, I understand." He said helplessly to Dinein, "But I hope there is no next time, okay?" Partner. ”

Dineen nodded quickly and gratefully.

"Alright, let's get back to business." Albert naturally changed the subject, "That is, Talenmir is all right?" ”

"Yes." "I smashed the altar with my own hands, and then the cursed ones began to get better. ”

"Then there's only one left." Thrall turned to look at the blocked passageway, "Do you think they still have survivors?" ”

Dineh stretched out his hands: "I'm sure there's another person in charge here." I just clicked on that crumb-gut—" The other two men turned their heads together, not wondering how he got the information, "okay, okay." Anyway, they still have a principal. ”

"But how are we going to find him?" Albert had a headache when he thought about the tunnels that stretched in all directions. It was impossible for them to search all the places quickly.

"Go this way." Dinen pointed to the secret door.

"I knew it was this way. There's only one way we can go, isn't it? ”

"Or maybe we're good to have this way to go." Sal interjected, "We can leave from this side and come in through the main entrance." ”

Dineh raised his hand, "No, no, no, I mean, just go this way—this road leads directly to the main laboratory." ”

The other two looked at Dineh with complicated expressions, and the latter shrugged innocently: "Didn't I just say that the back road will occasionally kill you." As for who is being pitted, this is a matter of opinion.

- For a moment, Albert and Sal really didn't know whether they should beat him up or hug him.