"Why are we running, what happened?" asked Lothar as he quickly climbed the steps, wondering why the team had fled in a hurry after a victory. It's safe for now, isn't it?

"The lich, the skeleton of bones that glows blue, it's not dead. Wolfwalkers, who was holding each other with the Earl, explained to him that Jack's keen senses and superhuman instincts had made him aware of what was happening, but there was still a suspicion that puzzled him. And this doubt, he looked at the mage who was running at the front, and there was only one person who could answer it.

"Then we should stop and go back to fighting. No matter how strong that guy is, it should be at the end of its power by now, and we should go back and defeat it!" Lothar said, but he didn't even look like he needed help to walk. However, it cannot be said that what the Count of Montenegro said is wrong, it is wiser to defeat the lich here than to give the other party a chance to breathe.

But Lotsa's questioning was only exchanged for Cheese's explanation, "There is no need for this, it is no longer a threat." We just need to escape this crypt before the lich self-destructs. The mage knew in his heart that while the fact that the lich was not dead was somewhat unexpected, he was sure of one thing, and that was that the thing beneath the crypt was no longer enough to be called an immortal. To put it simply, the Lich is crazy. It's terrifying, a sorceress who has lost her mind can wreak havoc, and a mad lich can only bring worse results, although, as Lothar says, the undead are already at the end of their crossbows. However, the wizard believes that a storm is always a storm until it disperses, and that he and his team have no need to risk their lives, as long as they escape fast enough, the lich will soon fall into the quagmire of self-destruction.

Cold wind, unnaturally pouring in from the entrance, gathered towards the bottom of the crypt, and as the suction became more and more intense, the members of the team noticed that the temperature around them was rapidly dropping. By the time they ran back to the place where the old ghoul had been sacrificed, a white mist had formed over their mouths and noses. The mage hesitated as he passed by the corpse of the guide, from his point of view, he very much did not want this wise man who had sacrificed for the sake of the population to stay here, even if it was only the body, it should return to the people. But the cold wind was urging Cheese, and he didn't have the time or strength to carry the emaciated body, and if the few people didn't get out of the crypt quickly, they might freeze to death.

"I'm sorry. The mage placed the lantern recovered from the pile of bones in the corpse's bosom, and that was the last thing he could do. And the tiny hoarfrost that appeared on the surface of the ghoul's skin reminded him that now was not the time to be sentimental. Cheese glanced back at the steps down, the mad lich wouldn't be willing to nest inside, it would soon rush up. "I hope it helps. The mage whispered, raising his hand to press against the walls on either side of the steps in the stunned eyes of his companions, the light in his eyes like a mismatched light bulb, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. The magic was done, and the hard stone walls became as soft as mud under the influence of the magic, and began to pour down the stairs, but when Cheese's hands left the wall, they quickly returned to their original state. Rocks, perhaps, may or may not slow down the Lich, but whether it works or not, it is the mage's effort.

The structure of the chapel was still stable, and it was clear that there should be someone in the Edward family who was proficient in architecture, and the collapse of some of the walls on the lower level did not affect the entire crypt. Of course, this is not the time to admire ghoul architecture, and hoarfrost has appeared on the walls and floor, which is a very dangerous sign. "I mean, that lich didn't do his best before, did he? Indeed, although at first glance the destruction of the blue fire is far greater than that of the cold wind, this feeling of oppression in the throat is something that the lich has not shown before. No one knows what scale this cold wind will eventually turn into and what form it will erupt. In the feelings of several people, what is behind them is no longer an individual existence, it is simply a black hole that devours all heat!

"It's not that it didn't do its best before, it's just that it is now—" Cheese didn't finish the second half of his sentence, because his tongue couldn't pronounce properly when the cold wind blew into his mouth. Finally, the entrance to the crypt appeared in front of him, and through the gate, he could see that the cemetery was full of flesh and blood, and there was no fighting figure in sight. But that was fine, no one had the energy to explain to Edward what was going on in their crypts right now, and the mage only wanted the ghouls to run as far as possible.

When the boots stepped on the grass growing in the cemetery, several people were truly relieved, the cold wind was still rushing to the crypt, but the cooling outside was not as noticeable as in the small building. Cheese stopped first, his hands on his knees, and gasping for breath. If he could, he just wanted to let his body faint now. "It can't make it out, can it?" The old knight was freed from Heather's support, and the years had weakened the warrior's body, but the results of years of training still made him unusually strong. "Maybe. Cheese struggled to look up at Atticus, squeezing the phrase out between his teeth.

"What happens if that thing rushes out?" As the Knight of the Kingdom, the Iron Knight was clearly not satisfied with a Moro answer, he wanted to know how much of a threat the contents of the crypt would pose to the royal capital. The mage laughed and shook his head, "I don't know, the lich is crazy, and no one knows what it will do. Perhaps, it will only make an untimely snow fall in the royal capital, maybe, it will suck the life in the vicinity and make it a dead place, maybe nothing will happen, like a ball filled with too much air, exploding with a bang, and then disappearing completely. ”

"Is there a way you can make harmless results easier?" the old knight also saw the current state of Cheese, and he knew that forcing the mage at this time would not gain anything other than to make the other party disgusted with him. But the responsibility to protect the kingdom led him to ask the same question in a more moderate way.

The mage sat down, as he found that standing and resting could not recover much strength for himself. And when he sits down, at least he can speak clearly. "Yes, I have at least ten ways to prevent the damage from spreading. But none of them apply here. So my advice is to pray, to all the shrines you can think of, for the lion, and for us. Atticus's eyebrows twitched, and he could see that the old knight had not spoken out of his literacy to insult the wizard who had single-handedly caused the situation in front of him. He looked at the entrance to the crypt and silently drew out the iron rule, if the disaster could not be stopped, then the knight would at least die in the battle post.

"Put away your sword, Lord Atticus, its light makes my head dizzy. A female voice from a short distance stopped the knight. Everyone turned their eyes to the source of the sound, and what they saw was Emia in a red dress gracefully turning from a one-eyed horse to the ground. Behind her, Kelanti also dismounts unfamiliarly with Hill's help. "Why do you have to make yourself so embarrassed every time? The green-eyed witch walked up to the mage in two steps, looked down at him and blamed.

Cheese didn't care, and when he saw the witches coming, he smiled exaggeratedly, "Haha, now, I announce that the king will have its last snow of the year!"