"Hurry up, just take a look and don't go too deep!" he roared, and Cereya watched as he completely disappeared from sight. took out the flask and took a big sip, he suddenly felt a little worried: the mechanism is good, it should not be difficult for Aya. But what if there are corruptors in the secret passage?

Since the enemy knows so many passages, he should also know about this one. Even if the ruins were already full of Corruptors, it wouldn't be surprising. Isn't it normal for the secret room of the Bachelor Tower to be guarded by enemy soldiers?

Damn, if only I could go with me...... Feeling a pang of chagrin, Mad Dog touched his mouth and cursed in his heart the height of the tower:, it was built so high that there was no protrusion on the edge. Originally, all dead ends were shortcuts in front of my hands, but I really didn't have a problem with this round gray "beast".

Lusha didn't know what was going on, why was it so quiet around me, and there was no sound of chasing? Could it be that I was so embarrassed and misjudged again? I had boasted that the enemy would definitely run this way, but now the discovery at the top of the tower almost immediately gave me a merciless slap in the face: the enemy's lair is really not possible here.

Feeling that he would not be able to help for a while, Mad Dog began to worry more and more about Lusha's safety. When this emotion reached its peak with irritability, he had to divert his attention and say a symbolic prayer to Lady Luck. After repeating a few words, "I hope nothing happens to Lusa", Ceresya immediately felt much more relieved.

Sure enough, this is the raison d'être of a bunch of beliefs and prayers. Even if you don't believe in these kinds of things, you don't think God can really bless you, just muttering a few words can give you some spiritual sustenance and ease your emotions. In the final analysis, it is to deceive others under the banner of gods. At critical moments, it is still up to one's actions to determine one's destiny - at least most of the time.

Glancing at the ice dragon, which was still sleeping peacefully, Mad Dog frowned and poured another sip of honey wine. Because he drank too quickly and was still drunk with the cold wind, he choked on the cold wine and coughed in embarrassment. "Knock knock" on the chest, the mad dog retched, and it took a while to recover.

Damn, it's damn bad...... He felt a dull ache in his stomach and a tightening of the cold. Screwing the lid with the force of venting his anger, he slapped the flask back to his waist and scolded it: it is so much trouble to drink two sips of wine, it is really a bit of a back. Could it be that Lady Luck answered the prayer and gave my luck to Lusa?) (It is said that if someone prays like Lady Luck to bless others with good luck and is answered, then the prayer person may temporarily lose some of his luck.) ）

It would be good if this metaphysics really worked, anyway, Lao Tzu is not afraid of bad luck for the time being...... Snorting disdainfully, Cereya looked at the top of the tower again: it would take Lucina to check the passage for a while, and no matter how many times she looked, the speed would not be faster.

Just as he decided to pace around to move his cold, stiff body, he tripped over a raised rock after taking two steps. Before he could adjust his balance, he fell heavily into the snow and gnawed on the snow in embarrassment.

Grandma's! Spit out the snow residue in her mouth, and Cereya stood up in annoyance, angrily slapping the snow above her head: This is too, isn't it?

Viciously sweeping the snow stains off his body, the more he thought about it as he slapped the knee of his broken cotton pants, the more angry he became, and in a fit of rage, he flew and kicked the stone that had just tripped him. However, instead of being knocked away as expected, the thing stuck firmly in place, causing the mad dog's toes to hurt. Angrily scolding and jumping back, Seresya snorted coldly, full of desolation, how could Lao Tzu be unlucky three times in a row, could it be that the prayer really took effect? Although I am not afraid of bad luck, this disaster is not a one-way street, but it is really a bit powerful.

Fuck the metaphysics of fate, I'm just standing still without going anywhere, so at least it's safe...... Because of the close contact with the snow just now, he couldn't help but shudder: I have checked it just now, but I always feel that a ball of snow has entered my underwear. It's good now, the frostbite just now is white.

Severe pain in the toes, and coldness and numbness due to cold. Staggering and shaking his legs, the mad dog looked at the broken knee sadly, and thought: Fortunately, it seems that there is no bruise on the toe. Otherwise, when I go back, I will have to pick out the blood with a needle, it will hurt terribly.

In order to relieve the pain, the mad dog turned his head and forgot that he should not drink. Selectively ignoring the pain in his stomach, he pulled out the flask and poured half of it with his neck back. His eyes were fixed on the ice dragon at the top of the tower, and the mad dog waited for a while, and finally became irritable: It's been ten minutes, why hasn't Lucina moved?

Impatient to wait any longer, he craned his neck and shouted at the top of the tower, "Hey, Lucina, have you done it? How long has it been?"

Perhaps it was because she was in a well-sounded room, or perhaps because the cold wind had completely diluted the notes, the mad dog's question quickly dissipated into the night sky, without any response. After shouting two or three times in his maximum voice without getting a reply, Mad Dog gave up his shouting completely. Frowning in annoyance, Seresa stood on tiptoe, feeling uneasy in her heart: they all said that they wanted this guy not to go deeper, why didn't they listen to persuasion? If they were really in danger, they could only wait for Lusa to save her alone.

But it's okay if you don't save it, that guy is an undead anyway, and there's nothing wrong with occasionally "dying". It's just that he hates to see Lusa's lonely expression when she is not accompanied by her sister. If this guy is really hanging inside, then when she is resurrected, she will have to beat her up for her sister and teach her how to behave.

Just as he turned to see if the horses were still there, the ice dragon at the top of the tower suddenly let out a low, lazy chirp. After a flapping of wings that could not be concealed by the wind, the behemoth rose on the spot and flew to the northern horizon at a uniform speed and slowness. Squinting at the departure, Ceresya suddenly remembered the last time she had killed the little dragon: that guy looked a quarter the size of the one in front of him.

I thought that this guy might have been blocked by a dragon, but now it doesn't seem to be ...... After waiting a few more minutes, he began to become more and more restless, unable to convince himself not to think about the worst. After a few yells but no response, Mad Dog had to give up his hope: whatever he thought, something had happened to Lucina—perhaps she had been entangled by some enemy or mechanism.