"You said that this Jones, will he still have a leg with the eldest prince, otherwise why is he reluctant to do it?" Miro Ankang has been at the border for more than half a month, and several days have passed since the agreed planned time, but the Fire Sword Saint has not made a move.

The chief of staff looked at the Grand Magister Daniel, and Daniel was also a little puzzled, the Ice Flame Legion was garrisoned by a sage, and the Fire Sword Saint did not make a move, and the Royal Mage Regiment of the Miro Kingdom alone could not fight the Ice Flame Legion at all.

"Brian came with the news yesterday that Jones has been wandering around the periphery of that mountain range for the past few days, as if waiting for something?" Daniel also knew that it would be difficult for some strong men to let Jones attack the Ice Flame Legion head-on, after all, the Ice Saint had shown up.

Everyone knows that the Ice Saint Ogabit is a veteran Dharma Saint who is infinitely close to the powerhouses of the Divine Domain, and before he is ready to retreat, the Fire Sword Saint will definitely not provoke the Ice Flame Legion, otherwise he will kill himself.

Who knows, the Ice Saint left the Mithril Mountains three days ago and headed to the depths of the Misty Forest to find Adar and Linus.

Even Blake, after the underground tunnels were reopened, hid in the Mithril mines.

Hamaha's corpse and storage ring are still in the underground cavern, and while Ice Saint Ogarbit is gone, Black must find a way to get his hands on the ring.

"Dig hard for me, and don't stop anywhere." Blake pointed to the corner and shouted, the orc slaves transferred from the duchy were struggling to dig through the rocks.

The bronze gate of the pit could already be seen, Hamaha had been slain by Adar and Linus, and the corpse was presumably near the pit.

Thinking of the Hammaha storage ring, where countless magical mythril were stored, Blake couldn't help but feel a surge of blood.

Blake was so excited that he didn't notice that there was a man in black hiding in the digging team, and he was hanging out in a corner with the other orcs.

"Whatever you're looking for, it's going to end up in my hands, and standing first will make you proud for a while." With his head down, Jones followed the minotaur and pretended to dig.

Blake began to clear the tunnels of the mines, and Jones was busy clearing the secret passages of the Hamar Shield, digging into the original hall square before the slaves of the Principality of Ogga.

After Jones came in, he had been mixed with the slaves for several days, just to find out if the Ice Saint Ogarbit was still at the station.

After learning that Ice Saint Ogarbit had left, Jones wanted to snatch a batch of magical Mithril and left the place.

Blake's unexpected move made Jones choose to stay, because Jones had already seen that Blake seemed to be looking for something.

"Haha, I've finally found it, don't move that goblin, if you lose the ring, I'll burn you alive!" Shortly after digging up the bronze gates, Black finally found Hamaha's body, exhumed by a goblin slave.

Savings Ring!

Blake's laughter made Jones completely understand that this is the patriarch that the goblin was talking about, so in the savings ring, it should be the magic Mithril that has been refined.

Shout!

Jones was even faster than Blake, and as soon as Blake finished speaking, the goblin was burned to ashes, and Hamaha's storage ring fell into Jones's hands.

"It's you, how did you get in?"

As soon as Jones made a move, he could no longer hide the aura of the Holy Order, and Blake quickly stepped back and pointed at Jones and asked fiercely.

"Hehe, I said why are you in such a hurry, it turned out to be for this storage ring, but it belongs to me." Jones put the ring away and smiled at Blake with the holy sword in hand.

"I advise you to get to know each other and return the ring to me, otherwise Lord Ice Saint will not let you go." Blake stared at Jones and threatened, Blake's injury has not recovered yet, otherwise there would be no need to be so embarrassed, he is also a fire sword master, Blake couldn't beat Jones in the first place, let alone be injured now.

"Ice Saint, did you say that old thing in Ogabit? Hasn't he been out of here for three days? Jones smiled disdainfully, Blake wanted to threaten Jones with Ogabit, but Jones already knew the news of Ogabit's departure.

"Since you are so ignorant, then there is nothing to say, but Lord Ice Saint is really not stationed, but the Ice Flame Legion has been stationed outside.

I don't believe you can escape, you think you can deal with the Ice Flame Legion, then I Blake have nothing to say. ”

Jones already knew about Ogabit's absence, and it seemed that Jones had been in the mine for some time, otherwise it would not have been possible to know so clearly.

Even without Ogabit, Blake can take Jones by confidence, after all, Jones is only one person, but Blake has the help of the Ice Flame Legion.

The Ice Flame Legion of the Principality of Oga has twenty archmages, hundreds of magisters, and great swordsmen and other masters.

Jones is a little stronger than Blake, but he is not pleasing to the Ice Flame Legion, and after gaining confidence, Blake is no longer afraid of Jones, and sacrifices the holy sword to capture Jones alive.

"Hehe, do you really think I'm going to be stupid enough to be this?" Jones glanced at the members of the Ice Flame Legion, who kept rushing from all over the tunnel, laughing maniacally.

"Crazy, you should continue to be your miner, the old man will be gone, and the fire will burn the plain!"

Jones swung out his sword, blocking Blake's offensive route, turned around and fled in the direction of the secret passage, and all the members of the Ice Flame encountered along the way became Jones's sword soul.

"Chase after him, if he escapes, we will all be punished when Lord Ice Saint returns." Blake saw that instead of rushing out, Jones fled deeper into the mine, he thought of a possibility.

Thousands of calculations are the last empty, Black will always be the unluckiest man, Jones takes advantage of the fisherman, gets Hamaha's storage ring, and quickly evacuates along the secret passage left by Hamaha.

Looking at the Ice Flame Legion behind him, chasing his tail all the time, Jones frowned, gritted his teeth and took out a magic scroll.

Large magic takes time to prepare, and the three archmages of the Ice Flame Legion have been hanging behind Jones, not giving Jones time to cast large magic at all.

"Let's all die!" There was still half a kilometer to go from the exit, and in order to get rid of the pursuit of the Ice Flame Legion, Jones could only use the sealed magic scroll to cast a large magic.

"Oh no, it's a large magic scroll."

"Guardian of Fire!"

"Blue Ice!"

The three archmages in the lead knew what was going on when Jones tore the magic scroll and activated this large magic.

It's no longer a question of whether to chase or not, the question is how to save your life, and the three archmages join forces to cast a defensive combination magic Azure Ice.

Regardless of his injuries, Blake once again used the protection of fire, and even after the fight, Blake no longer had a decent defensive treasure on him.

One of the four great sages of the dignified Oka Principality, he was so lonely, and his net worth was not as good as that of a ninth-order great mage.

Just like the last time Black cast the Fire Forbidden Spell, it was like a volcanic eruption, repeating itself in this mountain range.

"It's over, after Lord Ice Saint comes back, he will definitely not let me go, what should I do?"

The Mithril vein erupted again and collapsed twice, and the Ice Flame Legion lost many people, but the miner slaves were all wiped out.

After Blake rushed out of the ground, he looked at the messy mountains and wanted to cry without tears, and the Fire Sword Saint Jones had long since disappeared without a trace.