The corridor on the second floor was silent and empty. Oriental Reading Network

"Hey, Diego, over here!"

As Diego turned a corner and looked around, the figure of the Minotaur stood up from behind a pile of wooden crates full of medical supplies. He was hiding so secretly, Diego had no idea that there was a big man hiding in the shadows.

With the help of the torch on the wall, Diego saw that the minotaur was still complete, only a piece of hair on his left arm was blood**, dark in color, and tangled hair.

"Are you alright, man?" Diego asked with concern.

"It's not a big deal, and I've been treated, so I can withstand another big fight!" The minotaur bent his left arm and made a vigorous movement, his movements were very smooth, without any delay, and it seemed that the injury was really not serious.

"We've got to hurry, someone could find out that Tyran was gone at any moment, and we couldn't kill the whole castle."

"Then come with me, we have cleared all the crusaders who came in the way." Dezko said, and he strode down the stairs to the castle gates.

Guan Haifa silently walked out of the corner under the stairs and joined the team. Behind it, Tyran watched it closely, trying to discern if it was a real beast or another shape-shifting druid.

They turned out of the gate and groped their way from which they came.

Truth be told, the successive lords of the Valley of the Hearth, including Tirio? None of Ferdin, including Foding, is good at planning a city, as evidenced by the chaotic layout of buildings in Fireplace Valley. However, this cannot be entirely attributed to the city administrators, for the town grew from the foundation of a small village long ago, and in the beginning, houses were built haphazardly in the east and one in the west, scattered haphazardly throughout the basin. Although they have been renovated and rebuilt several times over the years, most of them have not moved their positions, and they are still poking there casually.

They weave their way through narrow alleys, carefully avoiding the pedestrians who pass by from time to time. It was late at night, but the refugees were still toiling for a bite to eat.

"Where are we going? Could it be that my father is here too? Looking in the direction he was heading, Tyran asked, puzzled. This road is not the one that leads to the gates of the Valley of the Hearth.

"We crossed the mountains and left along the ridge." Diego replied, "Lord Fording has not entered the castle, but he will meet us from outside the valley. ”

"And when are we back?"

"Why should we come back?" Diego stopped, looking back at Tyran, confused. The instructions he received from Tirio were only to rescue Tyran, and he didn't want to make a fuss.

"We must get Arton out first, I'm afraid Ethanlion will be angry with him for my escape," Tyran said with a worried look on his brow.

"It's not in our plans, we'd better go back and report to Lord Fording and hear his opinion." Diego said tactfully.

"No, it's too late, by that time, it's already too late," Tyran shook his head.

"Otherwise, you follow Dezko first, and Masrae and I will go over there and get him out!" Diego hesitated for a moment and proposed another plan.

"I have to go in person, it's my duty and responsibility!" Tyran paused for a moment and said excitedly, "I'm sure my father will agree with me doing this, you know, including him, Arton has served the entire Ferding family for more than twenty years, and his loyalty deserves to be rewarded!" ”

His chest heaved violently, as if a raging lion was hiding there. It could be seen that Tyran had made up his mind, and if the adventurers didn't let him go, he couldn't hold back what he wanted to do.

Diego didn't speak, just fizzled in his head what to do. He knew that he couldn't possibly move Tyran to give up the idea, because Arton didn't care about Tyran? Fording was of little significance, and during the harsh years of Tirio's exile, he cared for the child like a father and brother, loyally protecting him as he grew up in this cruel world, training him to become a glorious paladin. If Tirio? Fordin is a role model for Tylan, a role model he wants to pursue and become, then Arton is his protector, a mentor who accompanies him to grow up, and protects him from the wind and rain, in this sense, Arton should be more affectionate and indispensable.

In fact, this is also the reason for Tyran's break with Ethanlion - if it weren't for Ethanlion's bent intention on moving Arton, Tyran would not have fallen out with Ethanrien and was finally seized power and placed under house arrest. Of course, for Ethan Lien, it is inevitable that they will come to this point, and it is impossible for the Scarlet Crusaders to completely control this place without cleaning up those local forces in Hearthvale who have their hearts set on the Ferding family.

"Okay, let's go together." Diego finally reluctantly compromised, "But you must follow my commands, and you can't act impulsively!" ”

"Of course, I understand." Tyran? Furding said happily. The adventurous' support boosted the chances of success, and Diego's astonishing performance in the council hall convinced him of that. He took the lead and turned another way to the north, "Come with me, I know where he's being held." ”

"Alright, guys, let's run, hopefully there's still enough time!" Diego shouted under his breath, glancing back at Madnhold Castle, and to his surprise, Arton was not locked up in the dungeon beneath the castle. In the darkness of the night, the castle lay quietly prone like a sleeping beast, and it seemed that their luck was good, and no one had yet noticed the fact that Tyran had fled.

Diego was also out of the way, and under his signal, the group no longer sneaked to dodge, but directly showed their figures and swaggered towards the north. But they weren't stupid enough to walk down the street full of crusader patrols, choosing instead to walk through the humble shacks that the refugees had built themselves. In this filthy and messy, sewage-ridden place, Tyran's scarlet crusader uniform played a very important role, and no one dared to interrogate these outsiders, they got out of the way, and stood respectfully on the side of the road waiting for the other party to pass first.

It was too dark for them to notice that it was the Lord of the Hearthvale walking beside them, but there were many people who were very kind to Diego who was following Tyran, this human beastmaster with three pets was simply admirable, and look at the ferocious yellow leopard, its cold and glittering fangs would surely bite through the thickest armor! Look at that huge brown bear, there is not a single beast in the entire Western Plaguelands that can match it! Look at that giant blue wolf, it's a ghost that came out of a horror story! How brave and fearless does this hunter have to be to tame so many hideous and brutal beasts!

Under the astonished gaze of the people, they walked among the shacks for about a quarter of an hour. The adventurers were lucky, and there were no accidents along the way. As the mountains emerge from the night, Tyran? Fording finally stopped.

"Arton was locked up there, and there were a lot of people with him, most of whom had been his father's subordinates." He pointed to the mine at the foot of the mountain, the black hole.

At this time, their good luck for tonight was finally spent. In the direction of the castle of Madenhold, a great noise erupted violently, and the surging sound could be heard even from them.