Wearing the rags on the corpse warmed up a little, and the broken sword was unexpectedly able to plunge into its own scabbard.

"Tick ......"

A few drops of water fell down the prison corridor and hit the emir's head, and when he stroked the few drops of snow with his frozen red hand, he found that it was unexpectedly sticky.

He subconsciously looked up, and there was a sorcerer's puppet on the roof! The crumpled skin proved that the material used was a dwarf.

Its body was covered with spikes, its eyes had been gouged out, and the few sticky drops of snow just now were actually blood flowing from its eyes.

And while the emir was still stunned, the puppet, who had lost his humanity and lost his mind, had already jumped from the roof and pounced on the emir!

The puppet has long been toothless, and the puppet keeps biting the emir, and in the end the emir is unscathed.

Because he was frightened, he just endured the puppet's attack all the time and didn't fight back at all.

After seven or eight seconds, he finally reacted, and he raised his foot and kicked the puppet away.

The kick almost exhausted the Emili's strength, but the puppet was not injured by the kick, but became more excited.

The golem seemed to be very experienced and aware of combat, and when he had just bitten with his teeth and did not do any damage, he turned to attacking the emir with his claws.

The emir had to dodge because he had taken off his knight's armor, and he took several steps backwards to dodge the swift and fierce attack of the puppet.

His forehead was already covered with sweat, and he held the broken sword tightly in his hand, and he took a few breaths of air and recovered.

The puppet suddenly ran backwards, and the emir was unaware of the situation, and he felt that the puppet must have felt powerless to overcome himself and fled.

Somehow the self-confidence of the emir chased after him, ran a dozen steps, crossed the prison corridor, and came to the cell.

There were different living corpses in this row of cells, and the rusty iron bars imprisoned one living corpse after another.

There were still countless droplets of water from the ceiling, which seemed to flow from the waterway upstairs, and the emir was carefully preparing to walk through the prison.

But suddenly I heard a hoarse male voice, this voice is by no means human, it is definitely immortal.

He looked in the direction of the sound, and the undead was being imprisoned inside, and although it was a living corpse, it still had the same face.

His slearched face was like a tree, his eyes were black and white, and he was dressed in the standard equipment of a Saka soldier.

He stared at the emir carefully, and stared for half a minute before he spoke, "Emir...... I'm weak now, can you give me a medal of the brave to keep me in human form?"

"Medal of the Brave? I do have a medal on me, but I don't know if it's the Medal of the Brave you're talking about. ”

Emir took out the medal in his arms and handed it to the immortal, he looked at it and nodded: "Although it is a little broken, it is indeed the Order of the Brave, thank you Emir......"

He wore the medal on his body, and after the needle passed through the skin, a drop of black blood flowed down the skin, and his hands were gathered above his head: "O great old god...... I have the Medal of the Brave that you have bestowed upon you, please forgive its brokenness, and please lift the bastard's curse of immortality!"

As soon as he had said the last word, a crack began to crack in the medallion, and a holy light came from the medallion and enveloped him, so light that the Emil could not open his eyes.

When the emir opened his eyes again, his disgusting face had become normal at this time, his skin had gradually stopped drying, and the rusty iron armor and straight sword had taken on a new look.

"Oh my God, you're Deka, oh my God, how did you end up in prison?"

The emir was surprised by the person in front of him, who was none other than his former subordinate, Dekamilu.

Dekka sighed and shook his head as he looked at Emir.

"After you were driven away by the Queen, you experienced a riot of civilians shortly thereafter, and the Magicians imprisoned the Queen's soul in the ravine. And in order to escape, I sought the help of the undead, and cursed me as an undead...... You won't understand what I've been through. ”

Deka frowned, clenched his fists and didn't dare to remember the old days.

"What have you been through?" said Emir, unable to suppress his curiosity.

"I don't feel a trace of warmth...... Hungry and thirsty, after I became immortal, I became tasteless with anything I ate, and turned into quicksand in my body...... The water you drink will evaporate instantly...... I finally understand why the undead would treat immortality as a curse!"

Deka sat on the ground, recalling the experience of these years, a soldier who was so strong that he was not afraid of life and death cried like a child.

Emir crouched down and hugged Deka and comforted him, "Hey, brother, am I not here, let's open the gate of the lower city, and let's leave here and find a secluded village." ”

Deca shook his head and smiled bitterly and said, "You don't seem to understand the situation yet...... The kingdom of Saka has fallen, and no one has brought me food for many years. We might be able to go find the Queen, she seems to have been trapped in the canyon and I miss her so much......"

The emir nodded and said nothing, because with Deka by his side, he only felt that the future was more promising......

Just as Emir was excited with joy, he heard a loud noise outside, and Deka's eyes widened and his lips trembled, and he said, "......No! It's a damn puppet, please don't let them torture me anymore!"

Deka kicked Emir out of the cell, slammed the door shut, and fled downstairs.

Only the puzzled emir was left, and several people in black knight armor walked into the hallway, and it was impossible to tell whether they were dead or dwarfs, or puppets.

Without saying a word, several black knights opened the door of the cell, raised their knights' swords and slashed directly at the emir's head......

"Tear up!"

With the sound of a sword colliding with flesh, the emir was cut in half......

If you look closely, you will find that the emir's brain, nose, mouth, and esophagus, the blood splattered all over the black knight's body.

The Black Knight was unmoved, and reached out to suck the Emira's soul, leaving only the intestines, liver, and large puddles of blood.

It didn't take long for the weather to freeze into ice, and several dwarven golems outside the door bypassed the Black Knight, lying on the Emir's corpse to suck the ice blood and eat the brain.

Even a few puppets quarreled over the best thighs......

At this moment, Deka had already run to the bottom of the prison, hiding behind the barrel and not daring to move.

Afraid of being discovered by the black knight and the puppet, the soldier who originally had the supreme dignity and was not afraid of life and death was crawling on the ground like a dog in order to survive at this moment......

Just hoping to climb to the ground floor room and open the gate of the lower city, Deka's crawling limbs don't know whether it was because of the cold or fear, and he couldn't shake it out, so he shook an empty barrel without dying......

The loud crash scared Decca so much that he was about to jump out of his heart, and he was still crawling...... It took about ten minutes to climb twenty or thirty meters.

"Huh...... The soldier looked up. ”

An old woman's voice sounded, how strange and weird it was, and the voice was very high-pitched, as if it had been squeezed out of her throat.

"Whirring ......"

Deka shivered from the cold and fear, gasped a few times and looked up tremblingly.

What catches your eye is an old woman in her eighties, dressed in a wizard's robe, a trademark black hat, a black robe, and a brooch that pierces through the skin on her chest.

This is exactly what that dirty, mean, disgusting family of sorcerers.

"Hehehe...... Are you afraid of death?" the sorcerer asked Deca, his playful smile making Deka tremble even more, like a dying dog.

"I'm afraid...... I'm afraid of death...... Please spare me!"

Deka kowtowed as she spoke, begging the sorcerer, but she was not moved at all, raising the staff full of souls in her hand and aiming it at Deka's head to chant a spell.

As a sorcerer, she was not very fast at chanting spells, she was just trying to play with the little soldiers of the Saka kingdom.

When the spell ended, Deka's soul gradually rose into the sorcerer's staff, and Deka's body belonged to the sorcerer in front of him, just like the black knight before him.

This spell was originally forbidden to be used by the Spellmaster Family, and because of the flames that were about to be extinguished, it was necessary to use unkind and dirty methods to obtain souls in order to seek power.

"Who's next?" the sorcerer just chuckled a few times, and the room was filled with only a cauldron, rotting wood floors, and dilapidated stone walls.

The gate behind the sorcerer has a mechanism to open the gate of the lower city, but many people will never be able to cross this step......