Gianna stood in front of the window, looking out at the street. The smell of burning human bodies was disgustingly thick, and the remnants of the fire screamed and devoured everything around it. She forced herself not to comprehend what her eyes were seeing, not to think about what they were, that would make her feel less bad. At this point, she was glad that she had something else to eat besides jerky. Even though she was responsible for the devastation on the streets, that doesn't mean that Gianna also had the courage to swallow any meat while watching the scene.

She put a piece of milk gum in her mouth as she pricked up her ears to listen to the movement outside the room. Even here, she could faintly hear the sounds of yelling, wailing, and banging. She had previously proposed that the doors and windows of the house be sealed as well, but Dineen did not agree to this.

"If these people find out that they don't have a chance to catch you, they will immediately choose to run away. Once they disperse, it's hard to guarantee that no fish have slipped through the net and run back to report the news. Trap them first, and then it's much easier to deal with. ”

"I can wait until they're in the house and then seal the door with a spell."

"And then?" Dinen raised her eyebrows, "Join the battle, how much energy do you have to release spells when you get to the Dreadlord in front of you?" If you don't participate in the battle, then what are you stupid to stand by? ”

The key is whether Dineen can deal with so many people. Even with the terrain advantage, the risk of doing so is not small. The warrior's only reaction to her concern was to laugh inexplicably.

"Maybe they're there enough, but they're still mortal." He said contemptuously.

"Just like you and me." Gianna reminded, perhaps just to talk back.

"Well...... Dining's thoughtful "sometimes it's really hard to draw conclusions. ”

He squinted at her, "Don't worry, no one will be able to slip past me and behind your back." As long as you don't mess up that part of yours, there will be no problem with our plans. ”

"If you just forgot to add the second half of the sentence, maybe I'll be moved."

"What's the use of that?"

Then they split up.

Gianna certainly didn't mess up her part. In fact, everything went smoothly. Ice sealed the doors and windows, and teleportation allowed her to cross the street. She eliminated all the archers, and on that basis eliminated as many enemies as she could, and drove the rest into the house. Now, she's tasked with continuing to monitor the streets to see if anyone dares to poke their heads out. If so, give them another hard time. However, after witnessing how Rivendell's remaining soldiers managed to crawl into the house, Gianna didn't think they would have the courage to do so.

The noise of battle continued to be heard outside the room, and Gianna suppressed her anxiety about the situation. She did know the names of several people who could handle the situation, but Dining, she didn't even know where he came from, and it was even more difficult for her to accurately assess his fighting skills. Ordinary experience alone is not enough for one person to defeat dozens of opponents in a white-knuckle battle. The dual exertion of physical strength and energy will make him gradually despair, and eventually tempt him to make fatal mistakes. One should not put oneself in such a desperate situation unless there is no other way.

She recalled the expression on Dineen's face at that time, but found that she could only find cold excitement, and Gianna couldn't help but sigh to herself.

"I should have been careful." She muttered, then put the second piece of candy in her mouth.

Heavy footsteps came down the hallway, heading straight for the room she was in. Gianna jumped to her feet, turned around, and raised her hands to cast a spell as the door was violently slammed open—just in case.

Dinen stood in the doorway, panting softly, beads of sweat hanging from the tips of his hair, it was clear that the battle had not been completely burdensome for him. But his eyes were extraordinarily bright, and his posture revealed a vitality that had never been seen before. He even grinned at Gianna, but soon frowned and stared at her left hand.

"Oh." Gianna tried her best to put the candy wrapper in her hand into her pocket, "I thought you meant to let me take the opportunity to rest for a while." ”

Dinen snorted, neither admitting nor refuting, but said, "It's all over here, now we have to go back to the portal." ”

"Are you sure you don't need to rest?" Gianna looked at him cautiously. Blood was still sliding down Dineen's armor and weapons, leaving a terrible trail on the floor. She didn't even want to look into the hallway behind him.

Dinen waved his hand, "These aren't—most of them aren't mine." No big deal. ”

He did not seem to care, even more energetic than before. Gianna felt a little relieved, but also a little uncomfortable. She didn't understand, and hopefully never would understand, why anyone would take pleasure in killing.

She took a step towards the door, but Dinen reached out to stop her: "If you don't want to stain your robes, then you'd better go out the other way." ”

Given that he's in a good mood right now, Gianna decides to interpret this as a good intention rather than a challenge. In this case, she returned to the window and teleported herself to a position as far as she could see from the corpses on the ground. Dineen followed her, jumping out of the second-floor window onto the street, calmly walking past the tragic surroundings. Charred bones creaked under his boots, flesh clinging to the stone pavement, and the dust kicked up by the breeze smeared a few grayish marks on the armor. Gianna shuddered, telling herself that they weren't in hell at the moment.

Unaware of her imagination, Dineen waved Gianna onwards. Still, he was faster than her, and as soon as he caught up, he said, "We can't kill them all." ”

Gianna rolled her eyes as she struggled to keep up with him: "It's obvious. ”

Not to mention that the two of them were now tired and half dead, and the combination of a demon and a dozen necromancers was not easy to deal with. The previous tricks were no longer available, and as long as the demon had a little bit of intelligence, he would not choose to send the last troops at hand to deal with the invaders that Rivendell had not been able to solve. Once the portal is operational, a steady stream of reinforcements will make the Cult of the Damned invincible.

"So our goal is to create chaos so that the captives have a chance to escape." Dinen paused, and Gianna knew they were thinking the same question—how many of those poor people were left now. "It's best to close the portal by the way. Any proposals? ”

"Frankly, it's hard. The demon's method looks very different from Kenrito's, and it could take me hours to parse the spell structure before I can reverse it. ”

Dinen glanced at her, "To be exact, I mean blowing it up." ”

"Fifteen seconds, then."

"Nice progress."

"But you can't be disturbed in the middle."

"I guess so."

"Is this still a good progress?"

"It's been reduced to an okay level."

"Sounds like a good try."

Dineen didn't answer her right away. It wasn't until a dozen steps later that he said, "You don't have to do that. ”

"It's not enough to let the captives go—"

"I mean," Dineen interrupted her, "you're not from Lordaeron, and you are not responsible to this city and its people. You can lend a hand, but there's no need to risk your life for it. ”

Gianna stopped abruptly and turned away in shock and anger.

"That's the most you've ever said." She gritted her teeth and told him, "I should have slapped you." I promise next time I will, if you dare. ”

Dinen took a step back, shrugged her shoulders, and looked at her in surprise. But Gianna didn't wait for him to speak, and stamped her foot away in a rage. After a few seconds, footsteps followed behind her, and cautiously did not rush to challenge her for the lead.

One after the other, they walked to the next street in silence. Gianna's anger finally cooled. A coolness ensued, heavy curled up in her stomach.

She could die.

Gianna had never expected this. It's a very strange thing to even imagine. She still has so much to do after today. She also had several equations for Antonidas to solve; Two books borrowed from Kenrito's library were left in the room and not returned; There was a still in the lab that needed to be sent for repair, and by the way, I bought a little midnight ink, the last bottle was so bad that it didn't take long to dry; Tannred will be promoted to captain next month, and she promises to go home to see him off...... If her life were to be cut off here, all possibilities would be taken away from her, which would be unfair.

However, death has never been about fairness. Its only fairness lies in taking everyone's future without discrimination. The city guards who ate the plague, the militiamen who responded to the bells, the captives who sacrificed so many innocents died today that they didn't even fully understand what was happening. Their time is run out here, only because of the madness and ambition of a few, only because a few have knowledge that they do not deserve and abuse it with impunity.

That's why she had to take the risk. She also possesses power, and is not much different in nature from the necromancers of the Cursed Sect, and in that respect, the paladins' skepticism is justified. The fundamental difference is that she chooses to take responsibility for it rather than take the opportunity to indulge herself. So if Gianna chooses to turn around and leave when she has the opportunity to stop it, and let the Cursed Sect continue to kill innocents, then she is no different from them.

Gianna was sure she was right. Still, she regretted her outburst. As reason took rein, she began to realize that the offer might not be an insult or a question, but some kind of subtle concern and reminder, which sounded like it didn't sound like that, but it was Dining's style.

You already know that he never speaks well. Gianna blamed herself in her heart. But he never compromises on what he does, and for the sake of your allies, you should think more about it, instead of throwing tantrums like a brainless little girl.

Even so, it was a bit difficult to get her to apologize right away. Gianna walked another way in embarrassment and embarrassment, but never summoned up the courage. In the end, she decided to put it off until the battle was over—if she was still alive by then.

The thought eased Gianna a lot. You see, death isn't completely without benefits, is it? Seeing that they were about to reach their destination, she tentatively slowed down and brought herself and Dineen back on the same level.

"I can get a water elemental to work with you, do you think you'll be able to buy fifteen seconds?"

Dineen glanced at her, not as angry as he was. Gianna didn't know if it was because he had gotten used to the way people were angry at him, or if it was because he had just just stated a fact.

"I can." "But you also have to do one thing for me." ”

"What is it?"

"When I tell you to run," said Dinein, "do it at once, and don't look back." ”