Eltold's eyes wandered, drifting......

Will this creature, which is already dead and dark, also die because of death?

On the ice field, there are many hunters who can smell blood and track them. The crisis still threatens Butos and the dying Eltord......

Helplessness, despair, and a little inexplicable sadness at the source spread in Butos's heart like the darkness after dusk.

Butos didn't know why he was crying over the horrified creature. He cried in the cold wind and blizzard, "Please, Eltod, please stand up and don't fall...... Little Butos couldn't make it to the end alone......"

It has been a long time since Butos last called himself "Little Butos", and perhaps, only in this kind of true despair and helplessness will Butos truly realize that he is still just a child, a child who has lost his grandfather and is constantly running on the road to find blood relatives.

Eltodd gasped for air with great effort. For him, what is coming may be a relief, or it may be a salvation. Ever since his soul had been branded by the darkness, he had been tormented by the decay and death of his soul...... Lost emotion, lost loved ones, and lost the druid's innate ability to heal lives.

"Eltord, there will always be a way, please persevere!Your priest, my dear, he must have a way to help you get out of your misery......" Butos still cried in the storm, but as for the meaning of these cries, Butos did not know, he only knew that without Eltodd he would not be able to get out of the ice field, and he would not be able to find old Butos.

However, just as Eltold's life was about to die, something suddenly flickered in Eltord's gloomy eyes: "Priest...... Liberation ......"

Butos suddenly stopped sobbing, and he looked at Eltodd through his hazy teary eyes and the howling blizzard.

"My son is dead...... My beloved is long gone...... I...... My soul has long been branded......" Eltold's face was as dead as a puddle of mire.

Butos's brow furrowed.

Perhaps, Eltodd is really dying......

However, just as Butos was desperate and about to accept reality, Eltold's wounds began to heal slowly. The dark purple venom gradually clotted at the wound, and the blood stopped flowing and dripping......

Butos suddenly felt a hint of joy: "E, Eltod, your wounds have healed......"

Eltold's gaze was still empty, and his voice became more hoarse and terrifying than before: "I...... My life is being consumed by the brand......"

Eltold's body twisted slightly. By this time, those horrific wounds had gradually healed......

Butos's eyes widened, and Eltord actually got up from the ground little by little.

"My life is not long...... This is the arrangement of the priests......"

The wind was sudden and fierce, and Eltodd fell to one knee heavily. It was hard for Butos to imagine that Eltold, who was once immensely strong, could now be overwhelmed by the wind and snow.

Eltodd gasped for air, and darkness spread rapidly in his pupils.

"Messenger...... My time is running out...... Please follow me...... The life that the priest has given me is like a stream of fire......"

Butos remained stunned.

Eltord's body began to twist in pain, and after a few mournful roars, Eltord's body began to emit a black aura that shone with purple light......

Once again, a giant spider appeared in front of Butos.

Butos was a little overwhelmed by what was in front of him.

At this point, Eltord could no longer speak the lingua franca in his beastly state, after all, his only remaining fire of life could only be used to burn in the wind and snow, and besides, the life granted by the priest was scarce, and his mission was to send Butos to "Kurosawa" (that is, the far northwest of the continent, the dead swamp where the undead were imprisoned, which Butos had visioned through the "Tears of the Shark" every night).

Eltord screamed in pain and threw Butos hard against his back.

Butos lay on Eltod's body. The wind and the blizzard sliced through Butos's face like blades.

Eltod was moving faster than ever, and the fury and fury were the only things Butos could perceive about Eltord.

The purple-black aura of sorcery that heralded death spread wildly from Eltold's body. For a moment, threats resounded everywhere Eltodd passed.

Butos's eyes were full of tears, he was very scared and worried, he didn't know when Eltord would fall, he didn't know what he would do after Eltord fell, he wanted to go to old Butos, to tell old Butos all the adventures he had been going through these days.

Eltold's extremely high-profile long-haul raids soon made the lords of the various realms feel threatened.

The sound of trumpets, shouts, and high-pitched battle cries rang out around Butos and Eltold.

Butos had never heard so many such terrifying sounds...... The wind and snow continued to blow Bhutos's weak body, and on this barren ice field, Bhutos's first courage was also cut off one by one. At this moment, Butos could only lie in fear in the long hair that grew on Eltod's back, like a steel needle.

For the first time, little Butos realized that adventure was more than just stepping out of the house and using the starry sky as a quilt.

Behind Butos, the "Spider Jockey", is the endless wind and snow, and the disturbed Destroyers.

Butos looked back at the terrible creatures rushing through the blizzard, and his heart was filled with unparalleled fear. He fought in the "Battle of Butos" (the battle of the Seven Horsemen against the giant spider Eltodd in the valley forest. The "heroic performances" of the battle in honor of the heroic boy Butos were named after the surname of Butos) in honor of the heroic boy of Lilwe.

Weak and strong, not more easy to know.

Eltold's movements are becoming less and less steady, and if Butos doesn't hold on to something, then he will most likely be thrown off.

The purple-black breath of sorcery was steaming, and the wind and snow were constantly wreaking havoc on the ice field.

Suddenly, Eltodd stopped.

Butos was almost thrown off.

"Eltod! run, run, those terrible fellows are about to catch up!" Butos cried out anxiously.

However, when Butos raised his head and looked ahead, Butos stopped screaming in a panic.

It was a tall iceberg, its peaks reaching into the sky, and the blue looming from behind the snow, the breath of eternity was not angry.

Eltodd yelled at the iceberg in the language of the beast, a sound of extreme madness and tearing that Butos will never forget.

The destroyers flew frantically in the direction of Eltord and Butos.

Butos's delicate face was distorted by what was in front of him.

Eltold, on the other hand, roared like madness and kept hitting the walls of the iceberg. Butos faltered on Eltod.

The first group of expellers had rushed to less than a hundred feet from Butos and Eltod.

Butos's tears suddenly crossed his eyes, and at this moment, Butos once again remembered his grandfather, the elder Butos.

The expellers are getting closer to Butos and Eltod......

Eltold yelled in almost despair, and finally collapsed weakly to the ground, and a purple-black aura emanated from Eltold's body as if it were boiling.

The spear of the first horse destroyer had already pierced Butos.

Butos screamed and closed his eyes.

And at this moment, an extremely ancient spell suddenly burst out from the depths of the iceberg.

As the spell surged over Eltodd and Butos, both of them were sucked into the spell with a tremendous amount of energy. The spell continued to spread outward. And every banter who touched the spell was smashed into powder and ashes. The spell exploded until it was five hundred feet away from the iceberg before stopping, and it closed towards the iceberg.

The spell eventually returned to the depths of the iceberg.

The storm mixed with frost and snow swept away the ashes of the Destroyers......

"This, where is this......" Butos slowly opened his eyes, everything that had just happened seemed to be in a trance.

"This is where the messenger should be......" Eltord's voice came from behind Butos.

Butos spun around quickly, and when he saw Eltord as he looked now, he couldn't help but cover his mouth.

Eltord was now in human form, his tall body lying to the ground like a colossus that had been put down, and the purple-black aura was still escaping from his body.

"Eltold......"

"Messenger...... My mission has come to an end...... The will of the priests...... The messenger must have known ......that "Eltord's body was breaking down little by little, and the life that should have been lost was also passing away at this moment......

“Arodulu...... Kunaciru......”

We have no way of knowing what this sentence is, and we have no way of knowing its meaning. Maybe it's the language of the Abyss, or the language of the beast, or maybe it's the Druid...... Of course, it could also be the dialect of Eltold's hometown. Everything in Eltord dissipated in this language that somehow began......

"May your soul be blessed...... May you meet Turg again, as Eltod, not as a giant spider......" Tears inexplicably slipped from Butos's eyes, praying for Eltord.

The last part of Eltold's body is also gone...... At the moment when the last breath faded.

Butos's body suddenly began to sink slowly. Everything around Butos suddenly became pitch black, and all the light was converging and floating upwards.

Once again, fear took over Butos's heart.

Butos's body was being devoured little by little.

Butos subconsciously stretched out his right hand upward, eager to grasp something. HOWEVER, IN THIS MUDDY DARKNESS, THERE WAS ONLY A SMALL BUT CLEAR LIGHT, AND IN THE LIGHT WAS A LINE OF CRIMSON DRAGON WORDS: "MOSIHRZA"

Butos could not read the language of dragons, and the light was eventually swallowed up by the darkness.

Once again, the world of Butos has become an endless darkness.