When everything calmed down, Ringer remembered Shabonny.

Where did this bastard go, it couldn't have been destroyed by the Whiteskins, yes, and the skeletons!

Ringer swore that he would no longer use the summoning spell until he understood the recall spell, and if he had known the recall just now, the fire elf would not have frozen to death, although it was an undead, but it was also a living being, and it was a creature summoned by himself.

The old liar said that as a necromancer, don't treat the undead as undead, if one day you can complete the contract with the high-level undead, you will understand the meaning.

Ringer still doesn't understand, he misses the old liar a little now, and he regrets a little why he didn't learn the old liar's undead summoning technique seriously?

Ringer shouted for a long time, searched around, but couldn't find it.

Shabonny wouldn't have thought of escaping the forest alone, he didn't have the ability, and his only possibility was to be killed.

Since he came into this world, Shabonny has been his only friend, and everyone has avoided him, except Shabonny who follows him, and he is the only one who looks ahead.

Ringer felt the loss of a friend, even though he didn't like Shabonny's personality very much.

He returned to the fire.

The temperature after the blizzard stopped, it seemed to be getting colder.

Ringer's upper and lower teeth couldn't help but fight.

Shabonny is dead, Shabonny is actually dead, the monster Spike, how can he die so easily?

Ringer's short-circuited thinking gradually became clear, even if he was killed, where was the body?

No corpses, no blood, what about people?

A cry for help came, and Ringer's whole body was agitated, and his ears were pricked up, as if it were Shabonny's shout.

"Shabonny, is that you, where the fuck are you?"

"I'm here, I'm here ....."

Weak cries for help came from underground, fuck, how can I save this kid from hell?

Ringer was confused and followed the cry for help.

Soon he found a small hole in the side of a large crooked tree, the size of a fist, and the cry for help came from the bottom of the hole.

The tree probably couldn't bear the weight of the snow on the treetops, and the snow slipped down when it was skewed, covering not only Shabbonny's footprints, but also the entrance to the cave.

Ringer hurriedly planed with his two hands, and all of a sudden, the hole widened and became round, with a diameter of about a little more than a meter.

The hapless Shabonny may have fallen when he got up to relieve himself.

"Dude, buddy, it's nice to see you, it's so good, woo......... Why are you here now, and why? ”

Ringer: "Why? Whoever told you to pee didn't call me! ”

The hole is deep and there is no rope, which is a bit of a hassle. It was because it was so deep that Shabonny fell and fainted. When he woke up, he kept calling for help, and he called for a long time, but Ringer ignored it, he thought he had abandoned him, and he was so frightened that he almost fainted again.

Ringer went into action.

In the forest, there are many rattans, and Ringer cuts the rattan, knots it, calculates the length, and puts the rattan down.

This rattan is forty meters long, and it only reached the bottom of the pothole, so deep that the strange Spik had not fallen to his death, and Ringer sighed to himself.

Below, Shabonny was dragging the rattan, and Ringer was desperate to pull Shabonny up, regardless of the internal injuries he had just received.

By the time Shabonny came up, Ringer's palms were already bleeding.

Dramatically, Shabonny was fine, it was all skin wounds, miracles of miracles, Shabonny said, and it was all fluffy bird droppings, moss, and leaves underneath.

"Shabonny, your life is so big!"

"I'm the monster Spike, I won't die, buddy, I'm so happy!"

Ringer coughed.

"Of course I'm glad to be alive!"

"No, you're back, you're back to the same you used to be, don't ignore me, don't abandon me, we're good partners, good friends, aren't we?"

Ringer felt that the Russian had spoken.

"What, what did I say wrong? Well, the next time we're on the job, I'm not going to stuff it privately. ”

Ringer tilted his head to look at him.

"I'll do it once, don't do this, don't do this."

What did he do, Ringer didn't want to ask.

If you can survive in such an environment, can you be considered a friend who shares hardships?

Ringer said: "Dare to pit me, I don't have a friend like you." ”

The monster with a blue nose and a swollen face smiled ugly.

Ringer patted him on the head: "It's stupid, are you trying to scare me away with stupidity?" ”

Thanks to [0o Night Joy O0] for the recommendation ticket.