"What's going on? who's talking?" said Andre, turning his head and looking around, hoping to find the source of the voice. But his actions were doomed to be in vain, and the voice from his heart could not tell the direction of the sound as he heard. Sigurt was much calmer than the dwarves, perhaps because the warrior had changed his status from adventurer to king, and he didn't want to scream in front of the snakeheads.

Regardless of their reaction, however, the voice said to itself, "Don't be nervous, honored guests. Come to Mount Kinabalu, I'm waiting for you here. After hearing this, the two glanced at each other, although there was no evidence, but the sacred mountain mentioned in the voice in their heads was undoubtedly the huge nuclear gold mountain range between the lampposts, looking at the Radno warriors around them, they seemed to be walking towards the bottom of the mountain range.

"Who do you know here?" said Andrei suddenly. He asked cautiously with his neck bent, as if he was afraid of being heard by the owner of the voice.

"Of course not, what's wrong?" Siggert smiled at the dwarf's movements, and he answered the question in a normal voice, and in the king's opinion, since the other party could send the voice directly to his head, there must be a way to hear what they said.

The dwarf frowned and looked up at his friend, obviously a little annoyed by Sigget's indiscretion, but this dissatisfaction did not affect the upright Andre, "He just called us the man on the back of the white beast, the white beast, isn't it the blue lion." I don't think a guy who lives here will know the name of your country. ”

Humans thought about it, and that's what it meant. Perhaps it was prophecy, but this vague term is mostly derived from prophecy. ”

"Your guess is accurate, the guest who rules the White Beast. The voice in my head said slowly, "I did get your message from the prophecy. And at this time I sent my warriors to meet the two. ”

"But your warriors were surprised to see us, which doesn't make sense. André blew the beard on the side of his mouth, remembering the wariness the smugglers had shown when they first saw them, which was not what a child of prophecy should be.

"Haha, I hope you can understand this. I had to withhold information from both of you, and this was also to prevent their delusions from creating something troublesome in the darkness, and I'm sure you know how unkind this darkness is, don't you?" Before the words in their minds could be heard, the group had reached the bottom of the metal mountain, and after the snake-headed people had separated on either side, Siggert and the others saw a rock platform protruding from the mountain, and on the rock platform sat a white snake-headed man, judging by his dull scales and thin knuckles, this snake-headed man must have been quite old.

Armed warriors, Radnor bowed respectfully in front of the old man, and they brought their captives to the elder, but carefully kept their distance from them. Apparently this white Radno has a high place in his race.

"So, first meeting, friends. At the same time as the voice came out of his head, the white snake-headed man raised his lowered head, and only then did the two of them notice that it was not just scales, but the snake-headed man's eyes seemed to have lost their function, and there were no pupils in his sockets, only a gray white substance.

"Are you the leader of these people?" asked the dwarf, and since the other party could communicate with him, it would be better to explain the identities of both parties first.

"Obviously," said the White Snake man, spreading his hands, "but I only think of myself as a defender of these wanderers, like a sheepdog guarding the flock, right? Now that you have come here, the sheep can finally find their way home." ”

"What do you mean, why can our presence help you find your way home?" asked Sigget, grasping the point of the other's words.

"Hehe, don't worry, young leader. I've been watching you for a long time, after all, sometimes you can't see farther without eyes, don't you?" the smuggler pointed to his eyes and stepped down from the rock platform. Every time he took a step, a gold step would rise from the ground to his feet. The white Radnor trembled up to Sigget, his form making the king worry that he would not fall halfway. Eventually, though, the snakehead's cold hand landed on Sigget's face, and the fine scales of his hand hissed as they swept over the skin.

"What do you need us to do?" the king realized that the smugglers in front of him did not seem to be as friendly as he thought, and that these radnor would only treat them kindly because they were the ones who were prophesied to liberate this place. So what happens if they can't do what they want?, out of the corner of his eye, Siggett glanced at the corpse of the priest who was wearing the spear, and the result was obvious.

"What I need you to do is simple. That's to take my place, to control it with your thoughts. ”

"Control, what?" Andre took a step forward, standing between the white serpent and the king, and it was no secret that dwarves had always hated magic. And his strong dislike for the Mother of the Crypt made him reluctant to touch anything related to it.

"Everything. The blind snake man took two steps back and raised his hands. As he moved, the light on the twelve massive pillars suddenly intensified, causing the Radno warriors, who had no way of knowing what the three were talking about, to their knees and their heads pressed against the ground. In this place, their elders are their gods.

"Here is the depths of the Heart, the womb of the Mother of the Crypts, the origin of all the darkness underground, the horrors of the depths of the earth! We've been lost here for so long that I can only see darkness before my eyes, and I can't see a way out. The white smuggler said, pointing his finger at Sigget, "But you! You're different, you've seen the earth, the world with light! You can take us out! Hernsigt, you have to take us out." ”

The young king was completely stunned, he had thought that these snake-headed people knew the way out, who would have thought that they were actually just a group of lost people like him. André, the dwarf muttered discontentedly, "No one expects dwarves at this time, do we? ”