He stood up in the dark cabin, the ground in shambles, black bloodstains, smashed floors, charred pillars, powdery ceilings, and snowflakes falling on everything like snowflakes.

The staircase to the second floor was completely broken, and the out-of-control flames had raged here.

He was familiar with the feeling, like the forest, the borderless forest, through the fog and cold, there was no door to be found in the hut, it was originally by the wall on the left, but now it was replaced by the wall, it was a cage, no window, no exit.

"Anyone?" he whispered with a wincing.

The sound of death, all dead, Tarrant turned through the wreckage on the ground, and couldn't find anything that remained the same, he looked up, and instead of the ceiling, there was pure darkness.

"Qi ...... Kira Veton: "Tarrant suddenly thought of the name.

Quietly.

"Gillian," he called again.

Quietly.

"Is there anyone?" he shouted, loneliness and fear gradually set in, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to do now, "is there anyone" he trembled slightly with excitement.

The objects in the room glared at him in unison, slowly tasting him as if he were an exhibit, and Tarrant pushed them away, "Anyone?"

If...... If he is in that state now, then ...... Tarrant looked at his hand, if Mara had been with him, then she should have been here by now, "Mara" he yelled like crazy.

Didn't stir up even a speck of dust.

He sat on the ground in frustration, the charred planks had long since lost their temperature, and Tarrant looked around, confused.

"You're back", a woman's voice.

Excited Tarrant jumped up, and finally responded, even if the voice was unfamiliar, "Who are you?" He couldn't make out the direction of the voice, as if it was coming from.

"Mortals, welcome to my realm. ”

Tarrant looked around, there was no one, this was the Netherworld, could she be ...... Simiti Lye?

"I'm going to take you to the realm of the dead, come. ”

A bleak white light lit up in the darkness overhead, and a vague woman's figure floated in the air, Tarrant's eyes narrowed, and she ...... Her elegantly bare snow-white skin in the light looked graceful against the light, and the purple and yellow energy circles swirled around her chest and abdomen respectively, pure energy body.

"Get up", her hand beckoned slightly in the air.

Irresistible charm, Tarrant's body became lighter, he held up his hands, and the whole person slowly rose.

"Mortal chosen one, you will be rotten and carry my spurning for her hahaha" The woman erupted into a mismatched mad laugh that shocked with fear

Tarrant shuddered, he shook his hands in horror, "no" he was getting closer and closer to the light, Simiri's long hair fluttering in the air like a gossamer, he saw the purple-red lips, as warm as the intimacy of the devil, and her eyes were full of sunshine, like the warmest embrace of an angel.

"You ......" Simiri looked at Tarrant, "No......"

A pull came from the ground, and Tarrant looked back to see himself lying in the corner of the cabin, the wound on his chest glowing golden

Resurrection, he knew the scene.

Simitari's hand reached out to him, "Come on", she smiled tenderly, "Come on, refuse it." ”

Tarrant reached to the ground, a white resonance of energy emanating from his two bodies.

"Don't come back," the woman cried.

Tarrant flew quickly towards him, and the two bodies merged again.

He opened his eyes after a brief period of darkness, and a strong smell of burnt food quickly faded from the memory of the netherworld, and the woman's words disappeared from his mind.

"Awake" a woman picked him up in the dark, some kind of liquid dripping from her face.

Tarrant was unusually weak, it was difficult to breathe, the wounds all over his body were in pain, he couldn't even find any wounds that were more painful, the spell just now was the resurrection of the dead, it could only bring back the soul and not heal the pain, he was very satisfied to be rescued.

Another healing technique descended on his body, treating minor injuries, but it didn't make Tarrant feel better in the slightest.

Footsteps, a woman's figure walked to the side, "He can't die." ”

"Thank you", the man holding Tarrant wiped his cheeks, the body fragrance was so familiar, Katrina.

"Ahem" Tarrant coughed violently, scorched smoke coming out of his throat, "Why are you here?"

"I came with you, I know", she sobbed, "you lied to me again, your eyes never lie." ”

Tarrant smiled wryly, "Lovell......"

"Gone", the priest crouched down.

In the darkness, Tarrant saw a round face, it wasn't Kira Vetton, was it the helper brought by Katrina, Tarrant recalled the scene before the white sword pierced his chest, "Lovell is gone?"

"He left with teleportation, and I didn't stop him," Katrina said softly.

It was a blessing not to be killed by Lovell, Tarrant breathed a sigh of relief, Gillian, Kiraviton, but it was a pity that ...... "Haysyuf" he suddenly thought.

"He's fine, it's just that he's on a half-year vacation, and the skin and muscles under the armor are burned, and he can't find a single intact hair on his body," the priest shrugged nonchalantly, "and if I'm not there, he'll have to feed the dogs." ”

"Thank you", Tarrant breathed with bated breath, thanking her for saving herself and Haysyuv.

"Do you want wine?" the priest pulled out a jug out of nowhere, and she unscrewed the lid, a strong dragon wine.

"...... you" Tarrant glared at the figure in surprise, could it be that all the current priests drink dragon wine?

"Kira Veton always has wine," she laughed and began to pour into the jar, "Ahhh

"Kira Viton?" Tarrant's heart swelled with genuine joy that she wasn't dead

"What do you mean you're so surprised?" said the priest to Tarrant.

Feng Lanxiang, is she really her Tarrant looked at the round face, "Your face ......"

"Haven't you heard of the disfigured wild dog," the priest carefully held his chin and set the jug aside, "Look at this." ”

A small thing, Tarrant took it, soft, shriveled, and he leaned in front of him, and threw it out with a sharp startle of his fingers.

"Hahaha", Kira Veton leaned against the wall, "have you been sucked away by the Spirit Suckers?" ”

"Whose is that?" Tarrant asked, though the answer was already clear.

"The dog would always remember us, and he would read our names every night before going to bed. ”

"Cat...... Kitty...... Handful...... Your wine ...... To give...... Give it to me", the dwarf's voice was staccato and on.

"You're old, just like Ryan, retire, I'll do the rest," Kira Veton tossed the jug into the darkness.

"I ...... promised...... "There was a bubbling sound of drinking water in the darkness," ...... Blenger...... Shine...... Take care...... You ......"

"Come on, you're too old", Kiraweton waved his hand disdainfully, "Paladin, let's go together tomorrow." ”

"No," Katrina replied, "he can't fight anymore"

"This is not the time to make a choice", the priest sneered, "this thing is in our hands, he will not be at ease", she held up a white piece of paper.