On the other side, the mercenaries and soldiers shouted in horror - the grass beneath their feet shook violently, first cracks, then deep crevices, as the dark water gurgled out of the ground, the grass knoll split into hundreds of small pieces, and some of the quicker ones jumped up on the pieces that seemed to be able to carry one or two people, and when one could barely get a foothold, he would use his fists, Swords and crossbows knock others out of the foul swamp who are also looking for a place to stay, and those who fall into the water desperately grab the overgrown moss, or stab daggers and daggers into the grass for a hopeless chance, or desperately try to grab the lucky man's feet or something—they don't mind taking a traveling companion with them on their way to the Mourning Wasteland if they can't live together...... At this time, almost no one can recognize anyone other than himself, whether it is father and son, brothers, colleagues, or leaders and subordinates.

Some people who are good at swimming and not familiar enough with the snow cover swamp think that they can escape with their special skills, but in a few breaths they realize that they have made a mistake that is too big to be undone- If the swamp had been calm at this point, it might have left enough depth for them to swim, but now the water was filled with the churning mud of the giant spotted eels, which formed a delicate and slippery mud that, once they fell into it, they could only watch themselves die slowly and painfully like insects wrapped in hot resin.

But they would use their last strength to throw their weapons at the nearest person before they could engulf them, and if someone did be injured, fall into the mire, or die, they would let out a whirring laugh of joy until the mud poured down their throats.

It was a terrible and hopeless mess.

The giant eel bit into the air, and it was a little unhappy, babbling like a human, and maybe worse. Because its vocabulary was only comparable to that of a human child about three years old, Cremar's head felt like a repeater — though it couldn't just be turned off just now — and under the Lich's guidance, souls from another plane had maintained a faint but constant connection with this unsolicited helper. The giant spotted eel in the snow cover swamp is a lazy creature by nature, in fact, it rarely hunts, and mostly lives on carrion that falls into the swamp, because they always bury themselves very deeply, so once they can reach adulthood, they can grow to a large size, and the large ones are rarely hunted by predators. Except for their own kind – so there is often only one giant eel in a range.

Corresponding to its lack of a fussy tongue, it eats everything, and it has no unique hobbies, so it is difficult to tempt it with food, but this eel seems to be interested in "talking", and before that it didn't even have this concept, and in the beginning, it was enough to be a headache just by repeating the messages sent by Cremar, but fortunately when it came to dealing with creatures with no IQ and low IQ. The former undead were very experienced—the skeleton soldier who had just crawled out of the dirt was no smarter than an eel—and according to his mentor, it was due to the lack of soul energy.

It took some more time to get the eels to understand what they needed, but luckily the guild soldiers were busy pestering Berdwin and Gülen at the time—they thought that little time didn't matter, and that it would take almost the night for the casters to recover. This is a well-known thing.

"What did you use to reply to your spell?" asked the caravan master uncertainly, after tearing the scroll open once more and casting a flying spell to get rid of the noisy and useless fools. "Or, are you...... What?"

Cremar didn't answer him, he was busy discussing with the giant eel, which was flipping its body. Only a small part of it was out of the water, against a frozen grassy knoll where Berdwin and the others stood, and the "stinging" soldiers cursed loudly, their swords stabbing the eel's body, which did not hurt the slippery scaleless fish, but made it tickle, so it kept trying to roll in the water a few times and scratch, and the black-haired spellcaster was trying his best to get it to give up the idea.

"Can I use the teleportation scroll?" asked Gülen.

Memi, the only one of them other than Cremar who could use the scroll, shook her head, and Leona handed her a well-made scroll - the profound magical energy contained in it could be felt even by Flo's priest, but after tearing it open, it only flickered intermittently for a few times before it stopped moving, like a normal piece of parchment - it only took a moment for the magical lines and runes on it to fade to the point of complete disappearance.

"They may have set up a temporary little puzzle outside of this swamp. Kerry Ben said he slid down the eel's towering head effortlessly and without shaking, as if walking on flat ground.

"I thought only elves could set up the lock. ”

"Devils, dragons, and some of the most powerful spellcasters can do that. "And they only need a small range and a short period of time - probably just limiting the use of teleportation spells." ”

While they were talking, the caravan master threw a spell, but not to attack but to protect, perhaps Leona's rune coat of arms gave him some inspiration, his spell condensed a large layer of ice on the surface of the water, and the soldiers of the "evil thorn" climbed up with difficulty, one after another, they looked up angrily at the adventurers who were dozens of feet above them, several soldiers raised their crossbows, but to their surprise, the caravan master raised his hand and motioned for them to stop fighting.

"Why?" asked the leader of the soldiers.

"They can harness that eel," replied the caravan master, "and that eel will destroy the ice and make you all fall into the water." "The death of his subordinate is not worth mentioning to him, but the current situation is that he is alone- Thanks to the stupid old Morinda and his disciples, he didn't know and didn't care where the old Morinda was teleported, anyway, he was unlikely to return to this plane, and his disciples, the caravan master had seen the naked headless floating corpse (before it sank), the young mage had a beautiful magic tattoo on his back, and spent thousands of gold coins to have a warlock pierce it, which was said to serve as armor, but unfortunately he forgot to put such a piece on his neck.

"You still have spells. The scrolls also have wands. The leader of the soldiers said.

"They have it too. "There's nothing I can do about it—Morinda can't do what he's supposed to do, that...... The caster still retains his spells and energy, and I can't deal with him alone. "Of course, he still has spells, plenty of scrolls and wands, but he's tired of the task, and those scrolls and wands are his personal possession, and he doesn't want to be hurt too badly - this task can be said to have been forcibly assigned to him, and although he thought about reaping the benefits of it as good as the Alva mage or the archon who plotted to assassinate the fortress of Blasper, but now it seems that it is not as easy as it seems, and he can do the job. But if the price comes to drain his savings and leave him in a vulnerable state, he would prefer to back down.

What if the guild were willing to give him a sizable portion of the bounty and ransom? without the power to match, they would only be taken from him, perhaps with his life.

The leader of the soldiers was unwilling, but what could he do, the ice beneath his feet was constantly shaking slightly, and he estimated if he would be able to shoot the giant spotted eel in the eye, but he looked at his crossbow bolt and gave up on the plan. Probably only an elven arrow could have the power and accuracy that pierced the eye through the huge head - like the arrow that drove the "spike" into the ice, it wasn't even a magic arrow...... Poor "Spike", he was not beheaded by the warrior's broadsword, nor was he stabbed in the heart by the thief named Gülen. But when he was hiding in the shadows and trying to raise his bow against the most vulnerable of his prey, the priest of Flo, he was shot in the chest by an elven backhand arrow, and the arrow that still had enough power was plunged deep into the ice, and a soldier tried to pull it out. It didn't move, as if it had been cast with molten lead and a black anvil.

They just watched in silence as the black-haired spellcaster gently fell back to his companion, his eyes glowing in the darkness. The flames of the burning reeds illuminated his face, and there was not the slightest hint of exhaustion or weakness.

No one knew that Cremar was on the verge of collapse, and the result of the overuse of mental power was a splitting headache, and his eyes were black for a while, and the reason why he was still able to stand calmly and steadily was because of Kerry's strong arms.

- Hold on, the lich said, and if you fall, the mage will immediately pour out all the spells he has left, along with the scroll and perhaps the wand, on us.

- How much time is left, the otherworldly soul asked angrily, I felt like I was being put in a millstone and turned over and over.

- Now it's just you, the former undead said, sorry, no one, only yourself.

- Myself, the giant spotted eel muttered approvingly, self, self, self, me, and myself.

- Please, the soul of the other world, at least don't let it intervene.

- It's right, the Lich says, and it needs your instructions to do it right, or we'll be able to try a seven-day deep tour of the Snowcover Swamp.

- Why the seven days?

- I like the number. Said the lich.

- Did you know that there was a guy on our plane who liked the number seven, so he cut his soul into seven slices of toast...... Then a female writer wrote the story into seven books and made a movie, and in doing so, became the richest female writer in the world......

- Woman, Eel repeated, seems interested, woman...... It asks, what is a woman, is it delicious? There is no specific distinction between male and female in the concept of eels, they can become female or male depending on their needs.

- What does it mean to cut it into seven slices of toast? The once undead said that in order to draw magical energy from his soul, he should squeeze it from the souls of others and not from himself—not even the craziest devil would do that.

- Who knows? The soul of the other world pondered for a while, perhaps because of this it was possible to write seven books, one book and one soul- he paused for a moment - and most surprisingly, Voldemort said to Harry Potter: I am your father!

- What?!

- And, of course, at the end he said: I...... will...... be...... back!

......

The others didn't know how lively the black-haired spellcaster's body was, but they certainly knew that the black-haired caster wasn't in as good condition as it seemed, and after leaving the "stingy" soldiers and mages far away, they let Kremar half-lie down - the eel had an extremely wide back, albeit shaky. But when she got used to it, she felt that it was not bad, but Mei Mi could not bear to pour out all the contents of her stomach, and she crawled to the edge of the moss in a daze, and almost fell, Leona sat down beside her, grabbed her belt, and gave her a piece of linden candy mixed with mint and cinnamon.

Snow honey would be more effective, but the ones who need it the most right now are Cremar, Kerry, and Berdwin and Glenn. They had fought several times their own enemies before and could be said to be exhausted.

The cold snow honey seeped into the caster's throat, alleviating some of the pain, and he closed his eyes, but he could still feel the change in light—the most painful night was over, and the more dangerous day was next—the "Thorn" guild would not be foolish enough not to set a huge net on the edge of the snow-covered swamp, but it had nothing to do with the soul of the other world, and he sank into the deepest part of the sea of consciousness, falling into a stupor of no consciousness.

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The others didn't know how lively the black-haired spellcaster's body was. But they knew that the black-haired spellcaster wasn't in as good condition as it seemed, and after leaving the "stinger" soldiers and mages far away, Kremar was finally able to get the much-needed rest and meditation time - the eel had an extremely wide back, albeit a very shaky one. But when she got used to it, she felt pretty good, only Mei Mi couldn't bear to pour out all the contents of her stomach, and she crawled to the edge of the moss in a dizzy way, and almost fell down. Leona sat down beside her, grabbed her belt, and gave her a piece of linden candy mixed with mint and cinnamon.

Snow honey will be more effective. But the ones who need Snow Honey the most now are Cremar, Kerry, and Berdwin and Glenn, who have fought enemies several times their size before, and can be said to be exhausted.

The cold snow honey seeped into the caster's throat, alleviating some of the pain, and he closed his eyes, but he could still feel the change in light—the most painful night was over, and the more dangerous day was next—the "Thorn" guild would not be foolish enough not to set a huge net on the edge of the snow-covered swamp, but it had nothing to do with the soul of the other world, and he sank into the deepest part of the sea of consciousness, falling into a stupor of no consciousness.

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Sure enough, they were ambushed by the "Evil Thorn" guild at the edge of the swamp, and then the owner of the caravan also led the soldiers to chase after them, if it weren't for the experienced Baldwin, Kerryben, and the former undead, and Glenn who knew a lot about the guild's style, they might have been captured or killed- Eventually, the adventurers managed to make their way through a small hole, and although the enemy was still in hot pursuit, it took them only a short time to climb over the jagged mountains like the pages of a book, and reach the rushing Starlight River, where they heard the roar of the thunderous river miles away, the heavy dampness of the oncoming wind, and after crossing the last pass, they were greeted by a sudden opening of the sky, and the Starlight River was at their feet.

Kerribben's Gilgkoshura hovered overhead, cooing and guiding their direction, and the elves and Kremar with extraordinary sight had seen their ship.

An unmanned elven ship, not as big as they had once ridden, only a third or smaller, but still shimmering with Mithril and having wings, now that the wings and sails were retracted, the entire ship was deliberately rested in a rocky shallow. (To be continued.) )

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