Edith suddenly found that her luck was very bad, very bad.

She was just walking normally in the labyrinth's tunnels, inadvertently touching some sort of mechanism in the labyrinth, awakening the sleeping underground guardians.

She didn't know what direction she was running for her life, but she couldn't stop anyway.

If you stop, you will die.

She considered stopping and fighting back, but she overturned all the preconceived plans.

Ithine wasn't unconfident in her magic, and if it was an opponent she could defeat at a risk, she would still be willing to fight hard.

The problem was that this time she was up against a pursuer who was just right enough to restrain her best at ice magic.

With five mechanical feet as sharp as knives, a body that exudes heat, a very strong metal shell, and an extremely fast moving speed, the Dwarven Spider is simply an enemy tailored to her abilities.

She quickly chanted a series of incantations, and a wall of ice formed in the tunnel behind her, buying Edith a dozen seconds.

"Click", "click", the sound of sharp mechanical feet piercing through the ice wall slammed into Edith's eardrums like a talisman.

Edith's sprained ankle prevented her from running quickly, so she chanted another incantation, covering a large area of the ground with a thin layer of ice, followed by a thick layer of ice at the bottom of her boots.

The girl's skates began to glide quickly on the thin ice on the ground, she was on the light side, and the thin layer of ice was still enough to support the weight of her body.

Edith had run away from the time she had just encountered this group of life-urging ghosts, and the dwarven spiders behind her were moving much faster than humans, and if she had just run on foot, Edith felt that she would have to be pierced by the sharp mechanical feet in a few tens of seconds.

It's just that the skates are wearing out all the time, and the thin ice that freezes on the ground has an end.

Therefore, after sliding for a while, Edith had to temporarily block the fleshless underground guardian with a wall of ice, casting spells for the rest of the escape.

But Edith has a limit to her magic, and she must find a way to shake off her pursuers before she runs out of magic, or she will have to accept her fate in despair.

The dwarven spiders in the back quickly pierced the layers of ice walls, and the distance between the two sides became closer and closer.

Behind her, there was the crawling sound of "Si Xi Suo", which Edith knew was the sound of dwarven spiders crawling on the ice, the sound of their sharp mechanical feet rubbing against the ice, and this friction sound converged into an ocean, knocking deep into Edith's nerves.

"They must be shaken off!" Edith sped as she slid her skates to shake off the terrifying little devils.

In the dimly lit tunnel, it was impossible to see the ground, and Edith moved her thighs quickly, but accidentally landed in an inconspicuous pit, and she inevitably touched her sprained ankle again during the high-speed movement.

The hot pain went from her ankle to the top of her head, and she slowed down, but the girl gritted her teeth and persevered, because stopping now would mean death.

With a "zila", the sharp mechanical feet of the fastest dwarf spider tore a hole in her skirt, and the magic crystal fell out of her skirt pocket, and in an instant, several holes were trampled out by the sharp mechanical feet of the dwarf spiders.

Edith lost her balance in an instant and threw herself on the ice, her hands on the ground, subconsciously trying to get up.

"Squat! Hold your head! There was a loud shout, followed by a chill above her head, and something flew overhead, shaving off a few strands of her hair.

Edith heard that it was Harold's voice, so she didn't move, holding her head and crouching on her head.

Behind her, there was the sound of a wind whisking through the metal, and then a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

Then, regardless of whether she agreed or not, the arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

Edith's pupils reflected Harold's beautiful face, and her lips were only a few centimeters from his ear, and Edith knew that she could now feel the air she exhaled every time she breathed it.

Realizing this, her body stiffened and she subconsciously struggled slightly.

"Don't move." The Harold tone was short and calm, and it calmed Edith as well.

The girl beside him settled down and Harold breathed a sigh of relief, and he had just thrown the only short knife he was used to in order to save her, so that the short knife that had been used violently was finally declared dead.

Now Harold is holding the dwarven heavy sword in his right hand and his sister in his left hand. He didn't dare to guarantee that all five dwarven spiders would attack him, so all things considered, it was safest to hold Edith with one arm and let her move close to him.

The five dwarven spiders that had just been bounced off by the wind magic crawled up again, their mechanical joints creaking and crawling rapidly.

With five to one, and a heavy sword in one hand against a swift and short foe, Harold decided to work on his pace.

He pressed his waist hard, his toes quickly and lightly stepped on the ice, making small whirls on the smooth ice, and he was not in a hurry to draw his sword, but just used the blade of his sword to bounce away the dwarven spider that was jumping and attacking.

He dodges very quickly, but the amplitude of the dodge maneuver is very small, giving the illusion of slow speed.

Harold, Edith in the crook of his arm, seemed to be dancing an elegant slow waltz, only accompanied not by music, but by the trembling of "creaking" metal joints, and the sound of sharp blades cutting through the air.

Harold's eyes twitched rapidly with the movements of the dwarven spiders, analyzing their movements.

A moment later, the giant sword stabbed out, and the broad tip of the sword hit a jumping dwarven spider, and the small metal machine bounced to the wall of the labyrinth, falling apart in an instant.

At the same moment, Harold dodged three attacks from his sharp metal legs, and he suddenly pulled his greatsword back, swirling in the air, crushing another dwarven spider to the ground with a wide sword face.

The dance steps of the "slow waltz" are now transformed into a "Viennese waltz" (fast waltz).

Reflexively, tilting, spinning, his steps moved extremely fast, and with each step, the heavy sword in his hand would stab out, and there was no superfluous movement, just swift and vigorous.

It's a dance that accompanies a storm of steel, beautiful and brutal, mercilessly tearing enemies within its radius to shreds.

For a moment, the area returned to calm, leaving only the metal debris left behind by the destruction of the dwarven spiders.

Edith looked at Harold in a daze, she had forgotten about the struggle.

With a "bang", Harold threw his heavy sword away.

"What's wrong? You're hurt? Edith asked eagerly.

"No, it's just that my wrist is a little sore."

Harold said, twisting his aching right wrist slightly.