That night, everyone in the sneak attack team slept as well as they could, and Ulf, Tillin, and Stan took turns keeping vigil, which also gave them a relatively good rest. Magill and Ted let them escape the vigil because they needed more rest because they had just recovered from their injuries by Nerfi. Nerfi hadn't even turned over since she lay down until she was woken up by Stan, she had used up almost all of her mental power, which could be said to be extremely exhausting, but this was a great improvement compared to her mental power, and in the past, just trying to heal such an injured person would have exhausted her mental power.

The next day was still scorching hot, and Ulf just pushed aside a little plank, and the sunlight that shone in made him subconsciously cover his face. "Hell, I hate the South!"

Stan picks up the package and walks to the entrance. "It seems to me that Ulf, Cumberland is also South. ”

Ulf shrugged his shoulders and said nothing more, and picked up another package, which was immediately pulled down by Magill, and the captain of the knights carried the package on his shoulder. "You go and take that captive and hand it over to the people of the Mage Tower later, and I'm still worried about what to do with him. ”

"Why is it me taking prisoners every time? Let Ted exercise. Ulf looked over to Ted in the corner, who was checking for blood on his chest. "Forget it, this is the last time, next time I must change someone. With that, Ulf walked over to the mage and lifted him up from the ground. "Homecoming, my friend, to your fellow mages. ”

The mage who was carried by Ulf looked at the knight blankly, he hadn't heard anything since he was knocked unconscious last night, but immediately he realized something, and writhed frantically, whimpering incessantly.

"What's going on?" said Magill, looking back impatiently.

Ulf shook his head innocently, he thought about it for a moment, and pulled the wool out of the mage's mouth, and the mage hurriedly shouted incoherently, "You...... You've said that...... As I said, I told you what I knew, and you ...... You won't kill me!"

"Who said they were going to kill you?" said Magill's hideous face swept over his companions one by one. "Are we untrustworthy people?"

Ulf burst out laughing. "This guy, I said take him back to his fellow mages, he must have thought it was the one who died last night. ”

"It's not funny at all. Tillin walked past Ulf with a package in one hand and a dagger in the other. "It's a normal person who thinks that. ”

"Hell, what about your sense of humor?" Ulf's laughter stopped abruptly, and no one could do anything but shove the wool back into the mage's mouth, and borelessly carried him after his companion.

"I don't know what I'll encounter later, how can I be humorous. Nerfi still hadn't fully recovered, and spoke very quietly. "I hope your status as a Knight of Canrito can help us get through this. ”

Magill didn't answer, but pushed the plank to the side, the harsh sunlight shining into the dark cellar, and the knight captain stood there for more than ten seconds, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the strong light, and slowly walked out of the shelter.

The group walked in the direction Ted had pointed, and it was still surprisingly quiet, nothing special, as if last night's fight had never happened. The scorching sun shone straight down from above, and everyone's shadow was in an oval shape, trampled under their feet. After only ten minutes of walking, everyone was already drenched in sweat, and the sweat oozing from their foreheads went over their eyebrows and into their eyes.

Ulf was swearing all the way, Magir didn't stop either, muttering something all the time, and Stan and Tirin, who grew up in the border country, were tormented by the heat and lost any desire to speak, and the two followed the end of the group, completely unconscious.

Two walls close to each other appeared on either side of the crowd, and Magir, who was the leader, raised his vigil, his experience told him that there must be someone hiding here. Sure enough, when he was just halfway through the wall, he suddenly bumped into something, the knight captain blinked, but there was nothing in front of him, he raised his hand and stretched it forward, the hard stone touch reached his fingers, and to his surprise, the hard feeling seemed to be still flowing. "Magic!"

Everyone in the back drew their weapons and nervously faced in all directions, surrounding Nerfi in the middle. At this moment, a man's voice came from the front. "Further down is the realm of magic, do you want to try it?"

Magir looked ahead, but there was no one. "I know who you are, we don't mean to offend, we're here just to talk to your heads. ”

"Our head?" the man laughed. "Who are you? How dare you ask to see us...... Head?"

"We are the knights of Canrito, and we are here to fight the Twilight Cult and stop their movements. Magir straightened up, his sword slowly lowered, hanging down to his side.

"Canrito?" the man's voice hesitated. "How do you know about the Twilight Cult?"

Magill tried to keep his expression as gentle as possible, and he also realized that his face would cause unnecessary trouble. "We have also been assisted by a mage, this is the same mage from the Mage Tower, Nerfi. The Captain of the Cavaliers stepped aside and waved his hand back, and Nerfi looked ahead in defiance.

"Nerfi!?, how could you ......" The man was visibly taken aback, when another voice came from a little further away. "Why do we believe that you are knights of Canrito? ”

"Hell, you don't think we're stupid enough to wear armor in the sun. Ulf couldn't help but retort.

"You dare to do something as stupid as breaking into this ruin, what else wouldn't you do?" said the second voice scornfully, noticing the captives in Ulf's hands. "That is someone from the Twilight cult?"

"That's right, we captured him last night when we attacked their camp. Magill got back to his old position.

"Sure enough, you did it......" The previous voice sounded again. "It's really not something that ordinary people can do. As soon as he finished speaking, Magir suddenly felt the air circulate in front of him, a hot breeze blowing in his face, and a man in a dark gray mage robe stood on the path that had been empty just a moment ago. "Come with me, let the Archmage meet you, for if they find out that you are lying, it will be worse than if we see you. ”

"Terrence, you're going to let them through like that?" another figure suddenly floated to the mage who led the way, his mage robes were brighter in color, but still gray.

"So what, are you scared, Eric?" the mage named Terrance was still looking ahead, walking forward unhurriedly.

The group followed closely behind the two mages, and at Magill's order, everyone put away their weapons, and Ulf began to mumble again, and the knight captain glared at him before finally calming down. Stan is at the back of the road, anxious about the uncertainty he will face next, and he glances at Tirin beside him. "If things don't go well, what is the success rate of our breakout?"

Tirin's eyes rolled upward. "If there is a number smaller than zero, I will tell you that it is the number. The warrior smiled helplessly. "It's all about this time, don't think about it so much, you didn't talk about this plan last night like it is now. ”

Stan laughs self-deprecatingly. "I guess it's too simple, do you remember Fern? He was the real one who thought it through, and every decision was the best choice. ”

"Not necessarily, Stan, as long as he is human, he is more or less emotionally affected when making decisions, and Fern is the same. Tillin pats Stan on the shoulder. "Come, think about another question with me. ”

"What's the problem?" Stan raised an eyebrow.

Tillin frowned, and looked incredulously at the two mages leading the way. "Aren't they hot when you say they're wearing such thick robes?"