As soon as Draenor put down the kerosene lamp and walked forward, he saw the "corpse" slowly raise its head, exhale a mist from its mouth, and stare at him with those bloodshot eyes.

"Demon ...... You've come to the door, you've torn my body apart, and you still want to drink the last drop of my blood......"

He's alive! Draenor ran over and leaned his body against the wall, unbuttoning his shoulder bag and removing the gauze for a final salvage......

"You're not a demon...... is a ...... A knight? ”

Draenor nodded and poured the disinfectant onto the gauze, but didn't know where to start.

"I'm, sorry for being late......"

The man looked sideways at the strange knight in front of him, tears overflowing from his eyes. His carotid artery was almost entirely exposed to the air, trembling faintly to the rhythm of his pulse.

"That thing...... Killed my wife and ate her ...... Heart ......"

"Don't talk yet, my teammates are around here, trust me, we'll take you to the hospital!" Knowing that it would not help, Draenor still wrapped gauze around his ankle, but there was no more blood gushing out there, and the broken stump was crawling with disgusting worms, eating away at what little life he had left.

"It's late...... I'm still trying to juice from his hands... Escaped. The man lifted his chin as hard as he could, and pointed to the other end of the rift, "That girl...... It was taken to the lair and killed ......."

He struggled to roll over and lifted his chest up in front of Draenor, looking at the sharp dagger in his hand.

"Please, kill me......"

Draenor felt that he had lost the ability to think, and even if there was very little hope, he had to fight to get the man in front of him out of this hell...... But Jett could be in danger at any time, should he leave the poor man alone while he still had time......

"Kill me, please......" the faint voice came again, gradually turning into a desperate urge, "cut off my head...... Whatever you want, please, let me die like a human being...... It hurts so much...... It hurts so much......"

An angry roar rang from the other end of the gap, and Draenor tensed his nerves, stood up, and skillfully and quickly flung the blade in front of his eyes with a silver light.

I'm sorry......

Draenor stood up with his eyes closed, he didn't dare look down at the head that had rolled to the ground, hoping that the poor man had closed his eyes and might be able to reunite with his wife on the other side......

Then, he walked sideways through the gap, hung the kerosene lamp around his waist again, and walked in the direction from which the roar of his memory came.

Less than two minutes later, the pair of golden points of light appeared in front of him again.

The monster stood directly below the ventilation shaft, letting the pale moonlight splash on its distorted face. That's right, it's the stitching monster, the plague doctor's creation, the murderer......

The monster stared into Draenor's eyes, as if to prove to the other that it existed, that it was not a fictional fear.

On that face was a pair of beastly eyes, which shrank into vertical strips in response to the falling white light. There's something strange hidden in there, familiar yet with a cold hair......

"This thing has intelligence...... "Draenor gritted his teeth and whispered, the right half of his body pressed against the wall, continuing to move slowly towards the monster.

Ping!!

There was a loud thud of metal striking in the darkness, and the moment the monster turned to flee, Draenor lost control of his steps and sped away into the depths.

"Damn, get out!" He stopped directly below the well and looked around every corner where the firelight could reach. He felt something reach from behind him and gently gripped his wrist.

"Shh......h

The man stepped forward in the moonlight, putting a finger to his lips to signal not to panic.

"Jeanne?" Draenor's eyes widened, "How did you find here?" ”

"I heard the conversation between you and Sister Jett before, and I was worried that something would go wrong when I saw that you were going to go on a mission but didn't bring your armor, so I followed me all the way here, and jumped down the well......" Jeanne took off her backpack, took out a cuirass and handed it to Lenlano, "I can only fit this, let's put it on first." ”

Why don't you obediently hide at home? Do you know how dangerous this job can be? Draenor had wanted to give her a lecture, but when he caught a glimpse of the half-lying figure behind Jeanne, he realized that he had underestimated the girl's abilities.

Jett ......

The "Red Knight's" coat was completely soaked in blood, dripping down the corners of his coat and falling to the ground.

"Don't worry, it's not my blood......" Jett opened one eye and stood up with his blood-stained saber on the ground, "I wanted to take the opportunity to draw my sword and cut off that thing's arm, but I didn't expect that I didn't even have the strength to struggle, but fortunately, Sister Na arrived in time, and I had the opportunity to stab it in the chest......"

Fortunately, it was a false alarm...... Draeno lifted his forehead in relief as he slipped the breastplate on. "You seem to be a little weak......"

"Oh no, I'm not hurt, it's just that the monster strangled me out of ......breath," Jett gestured to the paging box on his chest, "I tried to contact you, but this thing always drops its chain at the critical moment." ”

"I also found out that, as in the nursing home at that time, this thing is not as reliable as I thought, it is better to open my throat and shout twice." Draenor pocketed the pager and swung his dagger in the direction the beast had fled, "The job isn't done yet, follow me." ”

The smell of blood from Jett's saber almost obscured the surrounding aura, and Draenor could only rely solely on his vision to find the hideous face.

Passing through the hallway, a black hole appeared in the wall just around the corner, surrounded by broken bricks and a little bloodstain. On the other side of the black hole, no walls could be seen, and the kerosene lamp was raised in front of him, which was an empty underground plaza.

Draenor placed the metal canister Caesar had given him in front of his eyes, and several threads appeared in the darkness, extending to the stone pillar on the side of the square.

"Shetland's crematorium," Jett muttered, squinting his eyes and looking around again, pointing to the towering stone pillars, "yes, this is the end of the tomb, those are chimneys, and I hope the monster hasn't escaped from there." ”

"No, it's not Sakura," Draenor drew his dagger and locked his gaze on the creeping shadow from under the chimney.

"Jeanne, take Jett aside......"

"But ......"

"Quick!"

He leapt into the black hole, lit the dagger with flint, and slashed at the monster's head with a swing of his blade.

"Roar!!!!"

A shrill roar mingled with a human scream that nearly pierced Draenor's eardrums, and he stared into the monster's eyes, stabbing the blade into its chest.

"It's over...... ......"

The black gel gushing out of the wound completely extinguished the flames of the blade, but unfortunately, his desperate actions did not deal a fatal blow to the beast. The monster raised its head and stared straight at him, the muscles of its face twitching, as if mocking his recklessness.

Immediately afterward, Draenor felt an incomprehensible force pound against his chest, something cracking, mixed with the wriggling of organs, and cold enough to freeze life......

"Mr. Delano !!!"

Jeanne's heart-rending cry echoed through the underground plaza, and Zen Drano tried to clench his fists to summon his divinity......

But it was too late, and his vision suddenly became blurry, and he hung his head unnaturally, and his eyes gradually dimmed at the arm that was obscured by his chest.

"You...... Not the nourishment of the Seed of the Moon......"

A crimson crack appeared on the hideous face, and the beast spoke in a human tone that Draenor couldn't understand. Then, Draenor felt his heart beat harder, and something pinched his heart.

Airplanes......

I'm already hallucinating...... Draenor looked at the trembling firelight on the ground, and he seemed to hear the ground tremble.

Buzz Buzz......

"Come back!"

Jett hugged Jeanne with the last of her strength, shielding her from the falling rubble with her body.

Rumble!!!!!

The chimney in front of it suddenly burst open, and flying shards smashed into the beast's body, piercing its twisted body like bullets.

Then, with the last shred of consciousness, Draenor caught a glimpse of a figure that had landed on the ground.

The man was dressed in a dark blue hunting suit, a three-cornered hat large enough to cover his face, and his right hand was wrapped around a silver thorn......

"Another ...... Outlander ......"

Draenor struggled to spit out a few words, blood gushing out of his body along the tongue.

"Roar, ah, ah, !!!"

The beast tossed his mangled body aside, its jaw almost against its chest, and let out a horrible roar at the stranger in front of him.

Bite! Whoa......

The stranger didn't say a word, lowered his head and untied the shackles on his arms. The metal thorns fell to the ground and flicked with the movement of their arms, like whips to banish nightmares.

"Whew!"

The chain streaked through the air with a dazzling white light, dancing, splitting the hideous face in half.

"Roar...... Woowoo woo ......"

The beast crawled to the ground in agony, shaking its head desperately to get rid of the torment of pain.

By this time, the stranger had stepped up to the beast, and raised a steaming fire bolt in his left hand against the bloody forehead.

Rumble!!!!

The dazzling light of the fire flickered for a moment, and the catacombs of Shetland returned to their former tranquility......

The stranger turned and walked over to Lentano, got down on one knee, and pressed his hand against his broken chest.

"You have a rare heart ......"

A low, slightly undulating voice rang in his ears, and Draenor struggled to raise his eyebrows, trying to see the face in front of him.

"You can't fall here, Chadwick. Draenor ......"

It seemed to be in the chest, or in the fingertips of the strange Rao, and a white light gradually lit up.

It was as hot as a flame and as quiet as an iceberg, as if it were about to lose its gravity and float in the air, only to fall down in despair.

Draenor's pupils shrank into two points of light, allowing the dazzling white light to engulf him completely.

Seem......

Where have you seen ......