Glorydon heard the raven's words, but did not rush to refute, just blinked his gray eyes, as if he did not deny it, and then walked a few steps from the back of the line to the front of the corridor, holding the glowing stone in his left hand, and raising the crossbow in his right hand diagonally to point to one of the two pinch of soul powder left on the ground by the two phantoms, and said, "This is Hank." ”

"Huh? Hank? Who? Koto was startled, and hurriedly rekindled his vigilance, which had just been relaxed, and looked around in a daze, "Is there anyone else here?" ”

"Hank used to be my companion, a warrior of the Thorn Adventure Band, according to himself, he is a descendant of a down-and-out nobleman who came from the Golden Wing Empire, and he also likes to use two-handed greatsword as his main weapon." Ignoring Koto's reaction for the time being, Gloledon continued to his own thoughts, raising his eyes to Urs by the way, "But his strength is naturally not as great as yours, and his combat level in all aspects is a cut below yours. ”

"Is that a compliment to me?" Urs looked at him, "Or is it a remembrance of your former companion?" ”

"Both." The old thief raised his gaze and craned his neck to look overhead, but there was only the dark vault of the cave, and he couldn't see through the sun outside, "But Hank, though not as good as you, Captain, is still a reliable warrior, and he traded his life for my life in that battle eight years ago...... To be honest, I felt ashamed of him after escaping back and spending eight years in a tavern. ”

He recounted that he had introduced his former teammates to his current companions, and that the "battle" in his words was meant to be "the slaughter", because the Thorn Adventure Regiment was really powerless against the shadow dragon, let alone in the case of a sneak attack.

The old man remembered that Hank, who wielded his two-handed greatsword, used his body to block a sweep of the dragon's tail for himself, at the cost of never being able to open his eyes and get up again after being knocked to the ground, because the steel skin of his armor was dented and crushed his ribs.

"What about the other one?" Urs sighed softly, expressing pity for the warrior named Hank, and pointed in the other direction not far away, where the dwarf phantom had been shot by the old man about half a minute earlier.

"Meljos." Glorydon turned his head sideways and looked there, "A dwarf mage......"

"Illusionist?"

The one who interjected was Fist of Stone.

"You know him?" Gloriden turned his head to look at the orc warrior monks on the same team, his expression slightly surprised.

"No, I've just heard that gnomes have a natural aptitude for illusion spells." Stonefist shook his head, clarifying the old thief's misunderstanding of him, "What happened to him?" ”

As soon as he finished asking, the warrior monk who pursued the belief in order immediately regretted it, and scolded himself for being stupid in his heart.

Gloridon was slightly distracted, as if he was remembering something, and then looked back at the place just now and said slowly: "It's also dead." Melhoth tried to use his illusion to confuse the Shadow Dragon, and then he received a solid slap, a dragon's slap. ”

"I'm sorry." Stone Fist apologized for his ill-conceived gaffe, "I didn't mean to remind you of these ......"

"It doesn't matter. After all, it's an established fact, and I have to accept it. The old thief raised his hand to signal that he didn't have to, "But Meljos brought a lot of laughter to my team when he was alive, and he was a curious and inspired inventor who liked to try his hand at making all kinds of magic props, though he always failed more than he succeeded. Did you know? Whenever we made fun of him for blowing himself up with those gadgets, he would warn us unyieldingly, saying, 'Wait, until I have ten spell slots,' ......"

"Ten spell slots?"

"Zero to nine rings, exactly ten." Raven Sparrow stood aside and casually speculated, "So that illusionist still has a dream of becoming a high-level mage?" Hehe, cute little dwarf, not big, with a heart higher than the sky. ”

"That's right, cute little dwarf, he lives with Hank in my memory." Gloryden shrugged his shoulders, not knowing whether the emotion when he said this sentence was helpless or sad.

The light of the cave ** was not very bright, and when he raised his head again and put the glowing stone in his left hand down to his side, no one noticed whether the corners of the old man's eyes were moist.

"But, at least you still have us, don't you? Gloriden. Thea pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and then comforted him and said, "We are also your companions. Everyone walks together, hard things overcome together, happy things celebrate together. ”

The girl's kind comfort inadvertently reminded the dwarven warriors in the team as well.

Koto didn't understand what the ten spell slots meant, but he thought that Thea was very good, so he hurriedly stood aside and shouted: "Yes, yes, yes, we are all the way now, and the warriors of the clan and the wise stew pot are now also your companions!" His Majesty the King of the Hearthfire Clan once said that the power of unity is incomparable! ”

“…… Thank you. The old thief looked at the silver-haired wolf-eared girl and the dwarf with an excited expression, and a smile arced across his bearded face, "So...... Fellow travellers, let's move on. ”

Yes, keep going.

It would be a terrible thing to meet up with a former companion in this form, but Groleiden understood how the Shadows were born, and knew from the beginning that there must be more familiar faces lingering in the ruins of the dungeon where he had buried his former party.

In this way, after the death of the soul is enslaved, now that they have been transformed into monsters, do they still remember themselves?

Gloriden didn't know the answer to this question, in fact, there was a debate among the necromantic research school mages, some people believed that the memories of the low-level undead would inevitably be lost with the transformation of their life nature, and some people thought that the undead must have intact memories regardless of whether they were high-level or low-level, but the negative energy physique of the undead caused their consciousness to be doomed to descent into hopeless evil from the moment they completed the transformation. The most prime example of this is the Lich.

In any case, the old thief will not be confused, and he will not be compassionate because the monster that the team is about to face is likely to have the appearance of his former teammates.

He wants revenge, so he must overtake the pathetic ghosts of this ruin along the way, and finally send the shadow dragon that almost destroyed him eight years ago to his former friends to be buried!

And starting from this place at the feet of everyone, the appearance of the Yonglu section also means that the people of the Thorn Squad have completed the outermost safe area of the shadow ruins, and are about to enter the middle of the dangerous ruins.