This is a world of ice and snow, and the monotonous white makes this place look even more desolate than the desert. Under the dense and blackened clouds, the mountains everywhere seemed to freeze into ice sculptures, and the smooth surface reflected the faint sunlight on the surface of the thick ice-covered lake, on which stood these small birds resting after a long journey, and their ignorance soon added a few statues to the glacial lake.

At this moment, a bright light fell from the sky and fell on the surface of the lake with a "whoosh", but after the light and smoke had subsided, an old man with white hair, wearing a gray cloak and holding a black staff inlaid with rubies, stopped steadily on the thick ice, looked around the lake with a serious and vigilant expression, and only after a long time did he take a step towards the center of the lake.

This old man is Bethlito, the light just now is just his ability to teleport, although he can spend the twists and turns on the road, but it still took him a whole day to rush from Changhu Town to the frozen lake of the Fashi Country.

A glacial lake is not a simple lake. This lake is located in the northernmost snow-covered mountain range of the Fashi Kingdom, and it takes a month to walk from Kannan City, the capital of the Fashi Kingdom, not to mention the Lingren Kingdom in the east of the Fashi Country, and it is also the southernmost town of Changhu. In order to deal with the wizards and mages who opposed him, the first Dharma King Belanlote specially asked Sico, the best craftsman of the Fashi Country, to build such a dungeon in the mountains, a dungeon more than thirty meters deep under the surface of the lake.

There is only one way to enter and exit the Ice Lake Dungeon. The passage is not a tunnel built of masonry, but a passage made of ice condensation, in general, the passage does not exist, it needs to have a huge ** force to rebuild, except for high-level mages and above, no one can enter. The wizards and mages who were thrown into it by Beran lost their staff and mana, and if they wanted to escape, they could not endure more than thirty meters of diving without oxygen and the freezing cold of only a few degrees below zero. Of course, even if you can endure these pains, it will be a bit difficult to swim safely in the lake, because Beran's "pet" is waiting for you all the time.

Bertto touched the birds that had just rested on the surface of the lake with his staff, and silently prayed for these ignorant beings. Then he swept the bird aside again, looked up at the sky with thick puffy clouds, pointed his staff upward, closed his eyes, and slowly gathered his strength. When the ruby shone brightly, he suddenly opened his eyes and roared, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and followed his staff, and the shining golden light illuminated the entire surface of the lake, which was clearly visible from a radius of ten miles.

I saw him direct the lightning to the center of the lake, and under the shining light, a staircase to the bottom of the lake gradually appeared, and the lake water automatically condensed into transparent walls. Satisfied, Bethlito looked at his masterpiece, put away his staff, and swaggered down.

Perhaps Bethlito didn't know that there was an aquarium as a for-profit institution for people to see the underwater world, otherwise he would have been proud of his skill and could earn a lot of money on tobacco and alcohol, and of course he himself enjoyed this underwater adventure. Taking advantage of the free time of the stairs, he lit his pipe again, and while enjoying the underwater scenery, he swallowed the clouds and mist, so happy.

After walking for about a few minutes, we reached the end. At the end of the staircase was a large, wet stone door, covered in a thick layer of dirt and crawling with shellfish molluscs. Before the formation of this staircase passage, the door of the dungeon has been soaked in water, Bethleto looked up at this stone door, and suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, from twenty years to the present, since the end of the Blackstone War, no one has been locked in the dungeon, but the dirt on the crack of the door has a new crack, could it be that Mosid really escaped from it?

No way. Liberto quickly refuted his reasoning, and the solidity of the Ice Lake Dungeon is not only reflected in a passage that requires strong ** force to form, but also in the guards guarding it. These guards were all iron warriors created by Beran Lott himself with a blackstone staff, and no one could beat them except the King of the Lord, and besides, there was a familiar friend of his own who had been guarding this dungeon for twenty years.

Just as Bethlito was laughing at his reasoning, the stone door slowly opened. A biting chill immediately blew over, and Bethlito couldn't help but shiver, and as the stone door moved, a tall figure appeared in front of him. Baillito immediately smiled brightly, and he waved his entire arm forward, in this way to greet his friend whom he had not seen in years.

"Takri~ Are you okay?"

"Who do I think it is? It turned out to be you, a fallen mage nobleman. The one teased Bethlito with disdain.

"That's what you taught, Tacri." Bethleto smiled.

The two stood in place and looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little serious. Suddenly, the two burst out laughing in unison and took a few steps forward, embracing each other. The two of them banged each other on the back, as if that didn't explain their excitement. Indeed, what other way to express your excitement and joy when you see a friend you haven't seen in 20 years?

The two talked and laughed and walked into the dungeon. The dungeon corridors were unusually dark, with only the green marble on the floor and moss-covered walls to be seen. Faint flames floated on the walls one by one, this kind of cold fire created by spells, not only had low luminosity, but also had no heat at all, even the eggs were not cooked, and Takri put the cold fire in the palm of his hand and played with it, his distorted face, and his crooked neck on his shoulders were exposed to Bethlito in the reflection of the light.

"Takri, how did your face and neck come to be like this?!" Bethlito looked surprised.

"Bethlito," a helpless smile appeared on Tacri's lips, "I didn't know when the Senate would let me guard the dungeon, and the twenty years I spent in this dungeon, even if I didn't suffer as much as those who stayed in my cell, the cold and darkness distorted my appearance and turned me into a devil. ”

"Takri." Bethlito grabbed Takri's arm and cast a reverent look at him. In his memory, Takli was the most handsome and powerful mage of their group of royal mages, and was the most popular wherever they went. When the Senate demanded that one of them must be guarded in the dungeon, Takri immediately stood up, gave up the woman he loved the most, and took care of the six guardian mages of the Blackstone Staff Society alone in the dungeon.

"Don't worry about it, Bethlito, I chose this path, and I don't care if I become like this. By the way, you didn't come to the dungeon to see me, did you? I haven't seen you here once in the past 20 years, so why are you so free? ”

"Uh・・・・・・" Baillito looked a little unnatural, and he was a little uneasy to think that he hadn't visited this friend who had turned into a monster for them for so many years. "I'm sorry, Tacri. I'm here to find out something, and it's very important. ”

Takri looked at Bethlito with some confusion: "What's the matter?" ”

"I suspect someone has escaped from this dungeon. And this person is very important to you, because it was because of them that you had to guard this place alone. “

"You're not telling me that the six Blackstone Staff Men escaped from here?"

Takri shook his head with difficulty, disbelief. Bethlito grabbed him by the arms and said to him very seriously: "Takli I know this is very acceptable to you, you have been here for so long, it would be an insult to say that someone has escaped, but I think it is very likely that someone has escaped. ”

Takri's expression was solemn, his eyes rolled a few times, and finally he sighed and said, "Well, Bethlito, tell me, who is it?" ”

"I don't think you'll be a stranger, a man you and I know very well, a faithful servant of Nordland, Mosheed."

"Burlito, I'm no stranger to them, come with me." Takri said coldly to Bethlito.

The two left the hallway and entered a huge cavern. It is a semi-circular cave with dense openings neatly arranged on the walls of the cave, superimposed on the cave in a circle, looking like a hornet's nest. Each hole was sealed with staggered steel bars and covered with thick cobwebs. The cave was so quiet that even the sound of dripping water could be heard clearly, echoing throughout the top of the cave for a long time.

"Takri, it smells wrong in the place." Covering his nose, Bethlito said, "Can you take me directly to Mosied's cell?" ”

"Don't be in a hurry, Burlito." Takri walked over to a shabby table and picked up a silver cup filled with a red liquid that was steaming outward. "Drink this, the cold here is not something anyone can endure, this magic potion is made by myself, it can give you endless warmth, if you don't want to be like me, drink it."

Baillito took the silver cup and sniffed it gently, with a satisfied smile on his face: "This smells really good, it can catch up with the wheat beer, it seems that you have also understood pleasure all these years." With that, he took the silver cup and drank it all.

Takri watched as Perito poured all the liquid from the silver cup into his mouth, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Then he picked up the staff on the table and pointed towards the top of the cave.

"Those six guys' cells are at the top, come with me."

Baillito put down the silver cup, only to feel that his whole body instantly warmed, and there was a feeling of lightness, quite comfortable, and he couldn't help but stretch his waist. He followed Takri along the roundabout path carved out of the cave wall, seeing the inside of each cave along the way. The inside of the cave was no better than the outside, and the walls of the narrow space were filled with sharp knives, making this place even more crowded with what was already difficult to turn around, and inside it was either a pile of white bones or criminals who had been tortured to the point of being skinny and boneless, relying on the only remaining souls to survive.

"The pain of the cell is really unbearable," Bethlito covered his nose, "The desire to escape will make the sharp knife longer, and the stronger the escape, the less space will be left, and this cruel way can only be imagined by the mage who designed this dungeon." ”

"No, no, Bethlito, it's not the most painful," Takri shook his head, "These steel walls not only imprison their **, but also lock their souls, even if they die, they can't get out of the dungeon, and they can only continue to be tortured in another way of being at the entrance of the cave." ”

When Takli said this, he was weak, and it sounded like he was about to get tired, and Bethlito thought that he was unwell, so he hurriedly grabbed him: "Takri, are you alright?" You may sound tired. ”

"It's okay, Burlito, I feel very good. I've never felt so happy like I am now, and I'm so happy with your arrival. ”

Although it was comforting to hear Takri say this, Bethlito noticed that Tapri's expression was unusual, and his inner uneasiness grew. Perhaps it had something to do with his distorted appearance, as Tacri had been their strongest mage twenty years ago, with integrity and integrity, and was often their bravest warrior in the fight against the Blackstone Staff, and now that he was down, it must have been a big blow to him. Now that he came to check on Moheed, he revealed his distrust of him, and his every word was a question of him. However, when I saw Moxid's handwritten letter, I naturally had a feeling that I was not afraid of 10,000 but just in case, and this inspection still had to be carried out.

When he came to one of the holes, Takli suddenly stopped, he turned around, looked at Bethlito with a blank face, pointed his finger at the hole, and said, "This is the hole that locks Mosed, see for yourself." ”

Liberto held his breath and stuck his head out, thinking that he was going to see a pile of bones or something disgusting, and he was nervous and anxious, both afraid that Moheed was not in it, and afraid to see Mosid in it.

When he saw what was going on in the cave, he didn't just cry out - there was nothing in the hole, it was empty. He immediately turned his face and looked at Takri with questioning eyes, secretly grasping his staff.

Tuckeri couldn't help but laugh when he looked at Bethlito's puzzled look, not caring at all that Bethlito had already raised his staff, and he said loudly to Bethlito, "Do you think you can beat me?" ”

Hearing Tacri's laughter, Bethlito suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he tried with all his might to cast his imprisoned thoughts through the staff, but he felt that his head was in confusion, his eyes were black, and he fainted.