It turned out that just now, while the female werewolf was "talking for a long time" with the black knife, she had already sent her subordinates to quickly bring something special from outside.

"Throw this in." Glancing at the barrels that had been sealed tightly, the werewolf smirked.

"Bang dang!"

Hearing the leader's order, a werewolf immediately stepped forward and smashed one of the barrels into a corner, then picked it up, and smashed it all towards the entrance to the arsenal at the other end of the passage.

When the barrel hit the ground again, the force of the impact caused the barrel to break completely. Immediately, a large stream of black-brown liquid with a strong pungent smell spread towards the black knife and the area behind it.

"It's fire oil! You despicable she-wolf! The black knife immediately smelled that the dark volatile liquid was extremely flammable fire oil, and it was quite pure.

"Hehe, you're right, this is the flint oil from your northeastern Erathia. I really want to thank this big black market, there are almost all kinds of good things. Before I came here, I was still struggling with how to deal with the aftermath, but I didn't expect that the cute human beings had already prepared all these good things that could destroy a piece of evidence. "Shaman Beamon seemed to be extremely happy.

"What kind of stupid pen brought in such a dangerous thing! He deserved to be killed. "In order not to be touched by the oil oil, the black knife had to step back.

At this time, there is no fear that the werewolf warrior will charge in again, because the other party has no need for this.

"Why do you curse others? Didn't you sell weapons to our enemies? Or, are you a big fool too? The werewolf asked sharply.

"Fork, you know a horse!" The black knife scolded hatefully, but did not give any rebuttal explanation.

At this time, the other werewolves threw other barrels full of fire oil at the arsenal in turn.

For a while, the outpouring of fire oil covered a large area of the ground, and even the air was filled with a strange smell that rushed to people's noses. It seems that even if there is a little spark, the entire "Black Knife Arsenal" will burst into flames.

"Blacksmith, it's time to say goodbye. Any last words? The werewolf quickly retreated with her men, and at the same time took a piece of velvet in her hand: "Also, remember to say goodbye to that valiant crossbowman and despicable mage on my behalf." There are three people on the road together, so I don't think it's lonely. ”

Things have developed to this point, and Black Knife is not in the mood to quarrel with the female werewolf anymore. He turned to look at Moriarty and White, who was still unconscious.

"Black Knife, find a way to delay for another minute. I can use Breath of the Wind one more time to speed you up, and then you can break through." With the strength of an eighth-level warrior and enough speed, he should be able to rush out. At this time, Moriarty carefully laid White flat on the ground, then stood up and calmly looked at the Black Knife Road.

"What about you?" Black Knife's question seemed a little silly, but then the conversation changed: "Maybe I can still take one with me to run, do you want to come?" ”

"Then take White with you, but be quick, he won't be able to hold out for long." Moriarty's eyes flashed with joy, and he was about to lift White up from the ground.

At this time, White's entire right arm and half of his chest were covered with cold blue frost, and his breath was faint. If it weren't for the fact that he had the foundation of a fifth-level divine crossbowman, ordinary people would have died of hypothermia a long time ago.

"Would you rather be left alone and burned in the fire?" Black Knife crouched down, put White back on his shoulders, looked down at Moriarty, and asked.

"White saved me once, and now it's time for me to go back." Moriarty glanced at White and smiled slightly, "And if one person is going to go to hell today, I hope, go alone." ”…,

"You know, boy, you really don't look like a sissy mage at all, not at all!" Black Knife looked at Moriarty fixedly, his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to see through the other party completely.

"No, no. Because I'm just a mage apprentice. Moriarty shook his head apologetically.

Being able to exchange his death for White's life, Moriarty has no regrets. This is the principle of Moriarty's life, and it is also the unrepentant oath of a true soldier. Because, the opportunity to live is always reserved for comrades-in-arms!

"Boy, can you tell me your real name?" The black knife turned to look in the direction of the entrance again, and vaguely saw that a flame had begun to light up in the distance.

"Moriarty. Ensberg. What about you? With that, without waiting for the Black Knife's answer, Moriarty was ready to start chanting the spell of "Breath of the Wind".

"Ivan. Gonzalez! Looking into Moriarty's eyes, the black knife suddenly laughed again and said loudly, "You know, Moriarty? The so-called 'Sheltered Light' is actually a den of thieves, filled with all kinds of 'villains' and 'bastards'. These people don't pay attention to the rules, don't know what to do, and don't care about the chivalry of those Gou Niang. However, at all times and in all places, there is a war song that will always be sung in the hearts of every knight of the Patron. ”

"What song?" Surprised, Moriarty stopped the spell he was about to start and looked up at Gonzalez.

"You'll never walk alone!"

……

When you go through a storm;

Hold your head high;

Don't be afraid of the dark;

At the end of the storm was a golden sky and the sweet song of a lark;

Through the wind, through the rain, your dreams may be shattered;

But go forward with the hope of your heart;

You'll never go it alone!

……

Stunned, the hoarse singing voice was already sounding in Moriarty's ears.

It is not as majestic and passionate as the Beamon war song, nor can it bring any substantial strength to the singer, but to Moriarty's ears, this mediocre tune "You Will Never Walk Alone" completely expresses the most simple beliefs and purest hopes of an ordinary soldier. And this simplicity and simplicity can even travel through time and space, through planes. In the faint singing, Moriarty felt that he was far away from the dark and damp depths of the prison, and instead stood tall under the fluttering battle flag.

"That blacksmith sings so well." The song of the black knife also reached the outside, and the werewolf looked in the direction of the arsenal and listened quietly for a long time, then ignited the velvet in her hand and threw it to the oil-soaked ground in the distance with an expressionless face.

"Boom!"

Immediately, a huge flame leaped up, burning swiftly along the trail of the oil towards the deepest part of the prison. The fire was so fierce that the Beamon shaman and the werewolf warriors who were standing more than ten meters away were almost wounded by the tongue of fire.

"Let's go." Turning away, no longer listening to the hoarse singing, the werewolf led her men away without looking back.

In the arsenal, the raging flames quickly rushed towards Moriarty and the other three, and the weapons and armor that Chen placed around were also immediately engulfed in flames.

Forced by the terrifying heat, the three of them had retreated to the innermost stone wall. However, even then it may be difficult to survive another minute. Rapidly depleting air and large amounts of toxic smoke will kill even fragile lives before the flames.

"Your song is great, thank you for letting me hear it." In the glare of the fire, Moriarty said to Gonzalez with a calm expression, as if he was ready for the final moments.

The Black Knife strangely didn't choose to break through, and Moriarty was suspicious, but he didn't plan to ask again. Because by this time, the questions of a qiē have lost their meaning. …,

"It's also the only place I like about Sheltered Light." Gonzalez didn't seem to have any sense of solemnity before the inauguration, but instead grinned, sweating profusely, "I now understand why Puglis would treat you to 'Sunset' for free." ”

"I paid the 'venue fee' for five hundred gold coins." Moriarty shrugged and said he wasn't a scoundrel who ate white food.

"That's a horse." Gonzalez shook his hand heroically, not taking this little money into account at all.

But then, the funny bald head retracted all his smiles, and his rough face was straight, "as if" a knight was about to face a life-and-death battle.

"Because you are a true warrior, I choose to believe you." The temperature around him had risen very high, but Gonzalez's voice was cold and hard: "Next, you will see a qiē, I hope you will soon forget about it." At the very least, never remember it again until you drink another glass of 'Sunset'. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Moriarty to respond, Gonzalez directly stretched out a fist and struck a heavy blow at a rock brick on the stone wall next to him.

"Click..."

Under the impact of the huge fist, the brick, which looked exactly like the surrounding wall, suddenly collapsed completely. Then, with a faint sound of chains and gears rolling, a one-meter-square stone wall with the sunken rock bricks as the center actually retreated inward, revealing a dark hole. Immediately, a stale gust of wind blew out of the doorway, with a disgusting stench that almost smashed a person's stomach.

Pressed by the urge to vomit, Moriarty stood at the edge of the cave and looked in, but could not see anything because of the darkness.

"Let's go. The fire burned the ass. Gonzalez also looked at the entrance of the cave, sighed silently, and bent down to get into it with White in his arms.

Immediately afterwards, Moriarty followed.

Then, the stone wall slowly closed again, leaving only the flames to continue burning on the other side of the wall

The first update.

The song "You'll NeverWalkAlone" borrowed from the battle song of the English Premier League's Liverpool football team, hereby explained.