Looking at the apologetic expression on the female mage's face, Ranster's smile gradually cooled. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Looks like you're really lying to me." His face was a little ugly.

"......No," Moriath tried to argue, "I really knew there was a temple of Yaling near the obelisk, but ...... I just don't know the exact location. ”

"There's no need to explain." The witcher interrupted the female mage, and he took a deep look in the other's guilty eyes and turned away.

"When we get out, I'll take you to Chenxing City."

"You can't do that, we've agreed......" After hearing Lanster's words, the mage jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on.

Lancet interrupted her coldly.

"We don't agree on anything, Mauria Heather. Because you've been lying to me all along. ”

His words left Moria speechless, she didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so tough.

"Never lie to your teammates, little girl." Raven Eddard flapped his wings and flew back out of nowhere, landing on Ranster's raised arm, "If you do, don't let them find out." ”

"Did you find the exit?" The witcher's voice sounded muffled.

"All exits have been sealed, and thanks to the gods until now you can breathe normally." Ed straightened the feathers off his body, and the words he said made Lancet feel even more irritated.

"I can't help this time, it's up to you."

Lanstermo twitched the leaf in his hand, thinking about what he was going to do next.

Iron Wolf Leader Dezik would never let himself and Moria escape so easily, he must have some magical items on his body that could trace him or the female mage. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to find the exact location of the two of them so quickly in the forest before.

If you can't get rid of these mercenaries quietly, it seems that you will have to fight them hard. A team with at least four pros plus a few dozen mercenaries is enough of a headache for Lancet just thinking about it.

The only thing that can help with this residual leaf in his hand now is this thing.

It was only a matter of time before the other party found him, and if he could absorb the energy in this memory fragment, he might still have the strength to fight in the face of an enemy more than ten times his own at that time.

As soon as he thought of it, Lancet placed the glowing remnants of the gem on the half-height stone platform, and sat down on his knees.

An awkward Elven language came out of Ranster's mouth fluently, and with his incantation, the remnants of the leaves on the stone platform began to glow with bursts of multicolored light. At this time, he put his hands together and pressed them tightly against the remnant leaf of the Yaling that seemed to come to life.

Consciousness was pulled away from his body like a thread, slowly pouring into the remnant leaf he touched with both hands. Lancet knew he was about to get a peek at this precious memory from Yaling.

"He's already in." Ed looked at the witcher, who was barely breathing, and knew that he had managed to enter the world of the memory fragment.

"I'm going to take a closer look at the rest of the place, hoping I don't miss anything." Raven muttered to herself, turning her dark eyes to the sullen female mage, "It's better to do something than to wait here." ”

Ed flapped his wings again and flew out, and Moria, who looked at the witcher as if she had frozen in frame, gritted her teeth and walked out of the Temple of the Bright Moon.

……

Above the surface, Dezik stood in the arc hall in the deepest part of the Yaling realm, the resonance crystal in his hand glowing brightly.

He tucked the crystal back into the dimensional pouch around his waist and looked around the long-abandoned hall, which had become a ruined wall.

Aside from the hall where he was standing now, there was nothing around that could be called a building.

"Where else can you run...... "The Iron Wolf Leader muttered to himself as he paced slowly, his iron boots making a hollow "thump" sound on the floor.

He stopped abruptly, then lifted his foot and gently tapped the stone bricks on the ground with the heel of his shoe.

This hollow sound came clearly into his ears.

Dezik reached out and pointed at his feet, a triumphant smile on his face.

"Dig down and they're down there."

……

Lancet felt like the world was spinning, a hundred times worse than walking through a portal.

Then when he opened his eyes again, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The place he was in was a hall, and in terms of structure and size, it was very likely that it was the same Bright Moon Hall where he found this memory.

The Temple of the Bright Moon before its ruin.

At this time, the walls around the temple were covered with blue flags, and the motif of the bright moon was clearly visible. The fountain spewed with crystal water, and the illusion alone made Lancet feel the endless arcane energy contained within.

The spring was flanked by excited young Yaling, who watched with admiration as the noble and glamorous Master Yaling in front of them taught them the secrets of swordsmanship and arcane law.

The sword master's right hand firmly pinned down the ferocious clay golem in front of him, and the palm of his left hand, which shone with arcane brilliance, lightly slapped the golem's bulging head.

The ice spread down the clay golem's head and down its body, enveloping it in ice in an instant.

The clay golem in the ice trembled violently, and suddenly collapsed as if it were falling apart, and one after another small golems got up from the fragments and continued to attack the sword mage.

With so many enemies, how is she going to deal with them?

Lancet's worries were obviously unnecessary, and he saw the long sword in the female Yaling's hand swing and directly put the sword into the sheath, and then the arcane energy gathered in his left hand emitted a dazzling red light.

“Naur！ (Flames!) ）”

With one of her spells, a fan-shaped flame rushed towards the enemy like a shockwave, and each small golem slowed down in the baptism of flames until it was burned into a red-colored statue.

"This is the fire spell mark unique to sword mages, and only Yaling who is well versed in the essence of arcane law can use it successfully." The master of the sword ended the battle and explained the mystery of the spell seal to the young people around him.

"Remember, let the arcane flow through your body, don't try to suppress it, release it...... Do you get it? The majestic gaze of the female Yaling patrolled the crowd, and the young Yaling she saw nodded busily.

"Release it...... Release ......" Lancet carefully reflected on what the female Yaling had just said, and vaguely felt the other party's gaze firmly on him.

It's just a memory, and no one should be able to feel their presence.

He looked back suspiciously, and found that there was an inexplicable smile on the face of the master of swordsmanship.

"Do you understand? Lenster? ”