So the knights, who had been helped by the sorcerer, gained the ability to fight their enemies. Their blades are sharp enough to hurt the lich's evil bodies, and their wills are steel strong enough to withstand the unsettling whispers of the darkness. And without the spell to protect themselves, the lich's fragile bones and slow speed are no match for the righteous knights. Although it resisted and summoned a large number of boneless soldiers to defend itself, the mage's design had cut off the escape path, and the intense light had forced the darkness to shrink into a corner and shiver. The knights, with their skillful martial arts, cleared the skeletons that stood in their way, and they stood in front of the evil lich, watching as the unstoppable monster begged for a chance to live. The young knight relented, and he suggested that the Lich should be judged despite its anomalous evil. The older knight was silent. How could the lich really beg for mercy? This evil monster was only pretending to be pitiful, secretly gathering its strength to attack the benevolent knights. But its ruse was seen through by the mage, and the wise sorcerer called upon the light of the sun, and the lich was reduced to ashes......! Sparrow?"

Roland whispered the child's name, smiling when he noticed the uneven rise and fall of the little sparrow's chest. Elsa walked over lightly, picked up Sparrow from the chair, and put her on the bed. The firewood in the fireplace made a "crackling" sound in the silent living room. Mona took advantage of the light to carefully care for her weapons with grease, and the face of the female warrior was reflected red in the firelight.

"Can they really win the battle as they do in the story?" asked Mona as Elsa returned to the room after setting up the little sparrow. It was not difficult to hear the worried emotions in her words, and the proprietress 's expression became a little gloomy because of these words. She glanced out the window at the dark sky, which was still a long time before dawn.

"Well, who knows. Roland raised an eyebrow and slammed his pipe on the table a few times to refill the tobacco. There was not much worry on the old man's face, and he had full confidence in the cheese, just like his teacher back then. Moreover, he pretended to be inadvertently looking at the worried Elsa and the networm who was holding her knees in the corner and didn't know what she was thinking, and in such a situation, even if he was really not sure about this battle, he couldn't say it. The smile on the corner of the old man's mouth took on a bit of bitterness.

Just as silence once again filled the room, a strange glow flashed out the window in the seemingly eternal night, a cold, unsettling blue. "Ahh "Fire! blue fire!"

At the same time, the Edward ghouls in the cemetery outside the city also stopped fighting, and this time they had to stop fighting because they were frightened by the wolf spirits. Because of all the ghouls present, none of them could stand up on their own strength at this time. Edward's eyes looked in horror at the entrance to the crypt, where dark blue flames danced strangely as if they were erupting from the earth's crust. Let's follow the path of the flame down to see what happens in the deepest part of the crypt, where the blue flame originated.

Icy cold, bone-chilling cold. Even the wind and snow in Longji Mountain never made Jack feel that his whole body wanted to tremble unconsciously, but the muscles were already cold that they couldn't even shake due to low temperature, and the skin, fat, and muscles didn't seem to exist, and the cold touch was like a long needle, piercing into everyone's internal organs, bones, and even the depths of the soul.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. As the only person present who could still move, the lich's body was covered with dark blue flames that were much darker than the usual blue fire, these flames not only wrapped its bones, but also shaped its previously mutilated body, and even, beyond these bones, the long-lost skin appeared again because of the flames, and it was vaguely obvious from the appearance that he was a majestic middle-aged man. The dark blue fire man floated about a step above the pile of bones, holding the placket of the gray-robed mage with one hand, watching the cheese struggle in pain.

"Close, just a little bit, your knights came close to success. They really almost huh... Do you really think that those skeletons are all I have prepared? Or are you really naïve enough to think I'm powerless?" The lich tightened his arms and lifted Cheese's body higher, but even when he heard the question, the wizard was in hellish agony of burning and suffocation, unable to answer the enemy's questions. "Gray-robed mage, what a glorious title, but it's a pity that you don't deserve it. You're just a waste of knowledge that you can't use at all! Your mind is full of the same things as those mortals, glory, justice, trust, all shit! It's stupid, what about your consciousness as a spellcaster? What about your prudence? It's a shame that the Lord still thinks of you as his worst enemy, and now it seems that He is really worried. ”

With that, the lich threw Cheese's body at the pile of bones at his feet with a wave of his hand. The thing at the place where the mage landed was smashed away, and it was the lantern that had been used as hope, but now, the orange-red that once stood up to the blue flames was long gone, and only a small piece of blackened rope remained in the wick. "But I have to say, these mortals you found are really interesting. The lich looked back, and blue flames appeared hollow in two places, the owners of the two witch-hunting knives in those two pure places. Both the Hand of Hearn and the Iron were emitting a strong glow at this moment to dispel the blue flames and protect their owners. On the other side, the wolfwalker curled up in the flames, the hair on his body fever and quickly growing back, and although it appeared to be extremely painful, it was actually not really harmed. As for Heather, the knightess's eyes radiated a light that could not be described in words, and although it was nothing compared to the one that once radiated from the eyes of the cheese, it was enough to protect herself.

"And you, Mr. Cheese. The lich looked down at the mage who was slumped in the bones, and there was a hint of pity in his face made of flames, "You're too boring. It's better to die early. The dark blue arm, hanging down, through the gray robe, reached into the cheese's chest, and held the heart. "Well, by the way, purely for personal reasons, at this moment, at this moment when I hold your heart. Can you tell me, you, are you afraid of death? maybe, I mean, maybe, I will agree that you will become a noble being like me. ”

Mage, smiled. The smile wasn't what a loser should have, but before the lich could react, Cheese's hand was already gripping the arm that was reaching into his chest, and he even pulled it in hard.

"Come closer, and I'll tell you the answer. ”