Chapter 40: Unbreakable

Erison curled up motionless on the ground, his brand-new sand fox fur coat stained with stains, and from a few meters away, it looked like a lifeless corpse.

Mihart stepped forward in two steps, ignoring the disgusting touch of the viscous substance on the surface of the corpse, and pulled it away from Arisen's body, probing his nose with his fingers, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that he still had a life.

"Augustine (the god of adventure and battle, one of the eight gods) is above, he is still alive! Arison is still alive!" Mihart shouted excitedly, and Aninotes behind him finally showed a smile of satisfaction.

The two of them picked up Arisen from the ground, and Aninotes carefully placed the Illumination Gem on the ground, took out a bottle of dark green alchemy potion from his bosom, poured a small drop on the wound on Arisen's neck, and then poured a large drop on the crack in his left hand.

The moment it came into contact with the blood that had been blackened by coagulation, the dark green liquid seemed to have its own life and consciousness, slowly squirming in the direction of the extension of the wound, cleaning up the black blood scabs, and the wounds of both of them healed little by little.

Agnites opened the cap again, allowing the magical green liquid to flow back into the bottle.

"What kind of magic potion is this? Looks like it can be used repeatedly, right?" asked Mihat.

"It's not a magic potion, it's a magical beast called 'Licking Worm'. They feed on blood scabs, and while eating them, they secrete a magical substance that heals wounds. The most amazing thing is that their lifespan is not eternal, it is determined by the number of times they eat, and every time they eat a blood scab, it means that they are one step closer to death. So, you can also think of them as a reusable healing potion. "Even though Aninotes has lost his magic for a while, he still talks about the theory of Warcraft.

Michardt nodded, and suddenly felt a commotion coming from the palm of his hand, and when he looked down, it turned out that the little guy had woken up, and his immature face was rubbing against his palm.

Agesen opened his troubled eyes, felt himself being held tightly in his arms, remembered that he had been grasped by the terrible enemy who had easily seen through his whereabouts before he fainted, and thought that he was still in danger, so he immediately struggled to break free from Mihart's arms.

"Eysen, don't be afraid, don't be afraid! It's me, it's me, Mihat. Mihart hurriedly reassured.

When he heard the word "Mishat", he stopped writhing. He turned his head and saw the gentle smiles of Mihart and Agnotes in the soft glow of the illuminating gems, and immediately guessed the course of events. His eyes moistened involuntarily, and he said slowly, "Brother Mihat, Brother Aninotes, I'm sorry. Instead of obeying your orders, he took matters into his own hands and underestimated the strength of the enemy, so that the enemy seized the grip and caused you to put yourself in danger once again and come to the rescue. Arison knew he was wrong......"

Before he could finish speaking, Mihart interrupted him: "Alright, alright, Alga, you haven't done anything wrong, so don't be ashamed." You didn't follow the order because you saw us in a bitter battle and wanted to do your part to help us out. This sincerity touched me and Agnoides very much. Since we have sworn first, we will definitely protect you. It's just that the current situation is really not optimistic......"

Mishart outlined the situation facing the three of them to Arisen, and after hearing that the two had entered the portal without hesitation and that Aninotes had lost his magic, he felt that the guilt in his heart had only been slightly lightened, and he had come up again, reaching a wave that he had never felt before.

Ageson's eyebrows were lowered, and for a moment he did not have the courage to make eye contact with Aninotes, who seemed to him that the little magician had lost control of magic because of his recklessness. Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the charred corpse on the ground, and the pair of twin fangs in the middle of the maxilla on the corpse's face.

"I think that the magic of Master Dalaniel must have killed Lady Anna before she escaped with me into the spatial portal. Arisen's eyes widened, and he pointed to the charred bones on the ground and said to his masters.

Hearing this, Mihart and Agnoides looked at each other and confirmed Arisen's account.

Looks like Dalaniel saved their lives again.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, but they were worried about the situation in front of them: it was a damp and dark cell, about 20 square meters.

An iron-barred prison door for entry and exit.

Nothing else.

Hmph, it's a big deal to split this cell door with a sword!

Mihart waved his hand to signal the two of them to step back, so that they could not be accidentally injured by the stone that burst out of the stone wall as it broke. When the two of them walked behind him, Mihart drew the short sword at his waist and slashed it at the iron bar of the cell door with all the strength he could!

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Mihart was thrown off the ground by the force of the massive recoil, and slammed into Aninotes and Arisen, causing the three to fall to the ground in disarray.

Mikhat quickly stood up, pulled the aching little magician and Arison up from the ground, and glared at the rusty iron grate.

With all his strength, he didn't even leave a slight scratch!

This...... When pigs fly!

Outside the cell door, there was a sudden sound of * one after another.

It seems that in addition to the three of them, there should be many prisoners here!

If there are prisoners, then there must be jailers!

If you make such a big move, you must not be able to escape the ears of the jailer!

Michart and Aninotes glanced at each other, and picked up the illuminated gem on the ground. The little magician thrust them into his bosom in a hurry, and reached for his waist with his hands, untying his belt at once.

"What are you doing!" Mishat, unable to comprehend Aninotes' actions, shoved him away.

Agnoides stumbled and nearly fell. He was not angry, but hurriedly glanced at the closed cell and cried out in a low voice, "What do you want! Give me your sword and shield!"

It dawned on Mihart that he understood the little magician's intentions, and felt a little embarrassed by his dirty thoughts, so he quickly picked up the dagger and dragon bone shield that had fallen to the ground, and handed them to Aninotes, along with the belt that fastened them to his body.

The little magician unbuttoned his mage's robes, thrust Mihart's weapon into his chest, and then quickly straightened the collar of his robe, pulling Arison into the corner of the cell.

No matter how wide the mage's robes of Aninotes were, they couldn't fit so many things. From this, it is speculated that there must be a space storage pocket in his robe. It's a very convenient magic prop, and the production principle is quite simple, which is to fix a relatively large storage space in some items that can be carried around, so as to achieve the effect of - exaggerated - even an entire building.

However, this type of item is quite difficult to craft, as the space fixed in the item must be more stable than the space portal. Of course, only a few high-level magicians who are obsessed with thaumaturgical magic can master the production process of this magic prop, so the number of space storage props is also very small.

Mikhat sat down in front of the little magician and Ellisen, his eyes fixed on the door of the prison that was still unharmed after receiving his full blow.

Something is coming!

It's fast and the movements are light. But Mishart could hear the hollow echo of the creature's body cutting through the air.

Mikhart's heart pounded, and just then, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared outside the prison door, radiating a trembling light in the darkness.

These blood-red eyes stared at the three of Mihat motionlessly, and for a long time, an angry voice rang out: "Don't you stupid brutes have learned your lesson? The prison doors here are impenetrable! If you are impatient, when Lady Anna returns, you will be summoned by Arkai (the god of life and death, one of the eight gods)!"

Before he could finish speaking, his blood-red eyes drifted away.

Although this short sentence is only a few dozen words, there are indeed too many hidden hints in it!

The three of them carefully pondered, dissected several crucial pieces of information, and finally came out of the helpless situation:

First, the three of them were in Baroness Anna's sphere of influence. It is true that everyone instinctively wants to return to the safest place at the moment of life and death, and Anna is no exception - before she died, she tore open the magic scroll and used the space portal, she must have wanted to escape back to her territory!

Second, the vampires in Anna's territory should not have learned of their master's death, let alone know that she is in this cell now, and her bones are not cold.

Thirdly, the mystery of this prison door is certainly not as simple as imagined! Brute force is of no use to it, and even the inability of Aninotes to use magic is likely to have something to do with it!

"Brother Mihart, what the hell are we going to do, it stinks here!" complained Ellison as he took out the * that Aninotes had given him from his bosom, and went to the cell door, and went to the lock to do it himself.

"Forget it, Eyson, we all know that it will only be a wasted effort. Mihart discouraged.

"Ignore him, Eysen. Keep you!" Annites sat on the ground dumbfounded, his magic energy and blood draining him looking weak, and he said softly, "Mihat, we have to do something before we make a comprehensive plan, right?"

When Mihart heard this, he fell silent.

In the dark, * communicates closely with the lock cylinder, making a crisp whispering sound.

About a quarter of an hour passed quickly.

"Brother Mihat. Erison whispered.

"What's wrong? Now do you understand what it means to be 'unbreakable'?"

The answer to the Duosek boy was the muffled sound of metal colliding with rock.

Arison stood up, grabbed the iron grate and pushed it gently, and the cell door quietly opened in the jaw of Mikhat and Aninotes.

"Is it unbreakable? I don't think so. Ellison laughed.