Cheese was somewhat frustrated when he didn't get the answer he wanted. But this small frustration was already dispelled in a breath in the vast scene in front of us. It's more realistic to pry out the secret from the gatekeeper of life and death than to face the giant worm. Actually, strictly speaking, neither of these is true, is it? The mage shook his head with a wry smile, adjusting the mind in his head, and half of the mission to rescue Lothar was completed, and now there was another half.

"We've rescued people, it's time to retreat. At some point, the cat fairy standing at Cheese's feet held the brim of his hat with one hand to prevent it from being blown off by the cold wind brought up by the ghost riders. His words are not unreasonable, since the purpose of the group is to rescue the Count of Montenegro, then the people are already by their side at this time, there is no need for them to fight with the monsters that can only be found in legends and myths, right? Not to mention that these ghost riders around them also greatly involve the energy of the worms, and with the means of wizards, this is definitely the best time to escape.

But as Cheese and the ghost horse had said, he was the one who would remove other stones from the hourglass, and the mage, who knew the horrors of the world, knew exactly what the consequences would be of letting something like a worm go. He is already eating the sacred tree that connects the heavens and the earth in the mouths of the herdsmen, isn't he? So what about the next step? Even if the sky does not collapse because of the withering of the heavenly wood, and the earth does not collapse because of it, it only means that the pain that this world can bear has not yet reached the limit. In the long run, the limit will be reached one day, just sooner or later. Of course, this has nothing to do with the current cheese, even if the world will eventually be destroyed, it is not known how many years later, maybe he and the people he knows will die long ago. But can this really be used as an excuse? If Cheese can let this happen before his eyes, how is his life different from those who spend a lifetime in fear? Not taking on anything, knowing but not acting, being a spectator on the sidelines is never the pursuit of the mages, they are hungry for the truth, the answer to everything in the world.

"We've rescued people for the time being. But I don't think the worm will just let us go after those dead souls are gone. He can make a hole in the ground for his own offspring, do you think we can outrun this guy?" Cheese shrugged and looked down at the cat goblin. What he said could be used as a reason not to retreat, but through those black eyes, Kairas had already understood that even if the worms stopped chasing them, the gray robe would choose to stay here and finish it off with him.

"It's crazy. I'd rather jump naked into a rain of Yew arrows than fight that thing. The two cats, with their hats exposed, quivered, showing the uneasiness of their owners.

"I don't want to think about either. The gray robe smiled and pulled up the hood of the robe, although this would somewhat block some vision, but the relatively narrow field of vision and the functions of the hood could just help him concentrate on casting spells or planning actions, "Atta, are you going to take care of the wounded here, or do you want to come with us to see if the worm has a neck?"

"I—" The swordswoman hesitated at the mage's call, her eyes telling her that the worm was more than just big. However, when she saw the riders rushing towards the worms, her expression changed. At this moment, she has a new understanding of life and death, maybe she shouldn't be so careful to calculate the time she has left, finding her family is what she wants, this will not change, but it does not mean that everything else is not worth it and cannot be risked for her. The girl who had drawn her sword with the vampire didn't think about her own comfort, and from the bottom of her bones, she had a passion that increased unabated despite the limitations of her lifespan.

Actions speak louder than words, and Atta had already told others her choice when she stood next to Cheese and reached out to stroke the top of Kailas's head. In this regard, Batu, who could only stay to take care of Lothar, surprisingly did not comment. The boy knew that neither he nor his eagle could play a role in the battle, and he knew from beginning to end that he could not compare to these people, whether it was a knight who had lived alone from the ground for four days, a lady with beast ears and a magic sword, or a cat with a foul speech in clothes. It doesn't feel good, especially when you're going to spend time with these people, and the sense of being excluded makes Batu quite uncomfortable these days, and his constant verbal confrontation with Kailas is also a way to prove that the two of them are equal. But the battlefield is not a place of equality, and he has no right to ask anyone to take his place, because he knows that he is inferior to them.

"I wish you all the best in your martial arts. "The steppe people never shy away from their weakness, because blind arrogance can only bring destruction. After suppressing the unwillingness in his heart, there was no other emotion in Batu's blessing. However, his clenched hand was still noticed by a certain weak knight, but the knight was now too tired to speak.

Atta and the cat elf both glanced at Batuu, the former nodding at him, the latter just shaking his beard. As for Cheese, after identifying the manpower, he was trying some kind of spell, and after a few seconds, the spell had taken shape, and with a wave of his hand, the two galloping ghost horses and the rider on the horse stopped in front of the three of them. "Can you give us a ride?"

It is not easy to deal with ghosts, because most of these ghosts are not aware of the reality that they are already ghosts, and in their world, they are still repeating a certain moment of life, and external stimuli will be distorted into sudden situations that do not exist in memory, which often leads to unpredictable results. However, if you are an experienced medium or a wizard who knows how to communicate with the undead, the situation is different. The two riders who stopped were somewhat similar in appearance, perhaps brothers or other blood relatives, and this bond of kinship apparently affected the afterlife, allowing them to respond to Cheese's magical call together.

The hideous face became confused and stiff in the mage's gentle words, and the two with more scars on the face and a denser beard made a heavy nasal voice, and after a few syllables of indescribable meaning, he finally spoke with difficulty, "Man, I, together." Woman, cat, he. The other rider showed a reluctant expression, carrying a woman and a cat to the battlefield was not a good image for a warrior. But he did not dare to disobey his companions, so he could only pout and stretch out his hand to pull Atta on his horse.

After all three of them were on their horses, Cheese looked at his companions, "You two hold on, I'll make our horses a little, a little faster." ”