Goyle's hand groped for the ground, and he struggled to get up, and with great difficulty, he finally straightened up against the trunk of a tree, and was surprised to find that he seemed to have regained most of his strength. The pain from all the wounds on his body is gradually disappearing, and his right leg, which has been unconscious, has actually regained consciousness. He can even drag his right leg and move forward with ease.

Back to light.

This clear thought welled up in Goyle's heart, and it did not make him feel sorry or regret. On the contrary, he clenched the dagger in his hand hard, and inside his armor, there was also a bag of explosives, Meria had repeatedly instructed him before leaving, not to use this black package until there was really no escape, just like in the Rorschach Gate, this package could easily swallow a few, a dozen lives, but in the same way, if used at close range, the user himself would be dragged into the abyss of death.

Goyle dragged his stiff body and struggled to move. Perhaps, the eyes before death can see through the darkness and see the end of the world. He "looked" at the package that had been thrown aside, the one that had been hanging from the saddle of his mount. The broken saddle, still tightly tied to the bag...... The beloved war horse should not be here, and he actually "saw" it.

With a soft roar, Goyle began to pounce on his prey: the nearest soldier of the Roya. In the dark, no one could see each other clearly, so they could only instinctively raise their knives to fight back. Goyle swung the dagger in his hand fiercely, and he heard the sound of the blade slashing into the bones, and heard the screams of the other man in his throat. Without hesitation, Goyle slammed forward, knocking the opponent's body to the ground.

"What happened?"

"What happened?"

The leading officer of the Luo Yajun kept shouting outside, and the sound passed through the rain curtain mixed with the strong wind, and when it reached Goyle, there was only a slight sound.

However, no one was able to answer him.

Now Goyle is like a ghost in the night, searching for every prey that can be killed. After giving up on escaping, Goyle's last obsession with "escaping" was gone, and he only wanted to kill as many enemies as possible.

In the darkness, there is no sword light, only slaughter.

In the darkness, there is no mercy, only coldness.

In the dark, there is no technology, only instinct.

In the darkness, there is no light, only blood.

The daggers slashed down one after another, taking away human lives one by one. At the same time, Goyle's body was also being slashed by the other party, the Marassa armor on his body, after resisting countless fatal attacks, had been completely shattered, and every time the knife was cut on his body, he felt a trace of coldness, and he knew that this coldness surging from his heart was slowly taking away his life.

Burst!

The dagger slashed at the enemy's skull, bouncing off the hard skull.

In normal times, when I went down with my own knife, I saw the heads and blood thrown by the enemy, but now my own knife is like cutting on a hard stone.

Goyle, he didn't have the strength to chop off the other man's head.

Burst!

The opponent's counterattack hit Goyle's chest hard.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced him directly in the chest.

Yes!

Goyle let out a final sigh that he was finally on his way.

At this moment, Goyle's eyes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, his short life, the life of a machine in the cellar, until he joined the army and became a soldier of the Guard, he felt the warmth of friendship, and even when Galen was angry, he physically punished and insulted him, Goyle also felt extremely useful.

"Brothers, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't go back......"

Goyle didn't have any regrets in his heart, the rain mixed with the wind slapped on his face, Goyle used his last bit of strength, before he gradually lost consciousness, took out the pocket of his clothes, the magic prop that can be ignited at one time, in the winter rain of this wind, before Goyle finally fell to the ground, he lit the fire line of the explosive bag, and used his broad body to block the cold wind outside, and the fuse quietly began to burn in Goyle's armor.

The torches finally came, and the magic fuel was not afraid of this rain, but the flames were also constantly fluttering in the wind, and the officer of the Luo Yajun led the other soldiers and immediately rushed over.

The soldiers finally saw the figure in their nightmare, he was lying quietly on the ground, like a sleeping child, with two hideous intertwined knife marks on his forehead, like his third eye in the light of the torch.

The woods were in shambles, and at least a dozen Luo Yajun soldiers had died here, and no one could tell whether they had been killed by the enemy or their own people. There was only one person on the other side, and he was seriously injured, but Luo Yajun paid dozens of times the price. Thick blood flowed down the slope, and the suffocating smell of blood wafted through the air.

"Zizizi!"

"What sound?"

The sound of the wind was not heard, and at this time, suddenly a soldier muttered quietly. Not only him, but everyone else heard a slight noise. It wasn't the sound of the wind or the rain, it was more like something burning.

"Inside his clothes!"

A sharp-eyed soldier saw the faint glow emanating from Goyle's armor.

"Boom!"

A huge flame suddenly rose in this small forest, and in the distance in the city of Roya, even the light of the fire could be seen flickering in the darkness, and the soldiers of the Roya Army who had surrounded him, including their officers, were all blown up in the roar of the explosive pack, which was the last swan song of Goyer's life.

The rain grew heavier, and soon the flames in the woods were extinguished, and the night was silent again.

......

Ron slowly opened his eyes, there was a slight burning smell in the air, the hideous wound on the palm of his hand had begun to heal slowly, Ron heard the sound of even breathing coming from beside him, Sivir leaned against the wall and fell asleep, thinking back to all this battle, Ron felt as if it was a dream he had experienced.

Ron was glad that he survived, he didn't bother Sivir, but went straight to Bronya and said that where there is a treasure, Ron's expectations for the treasure are not high, and the treasure that can't be unlocked is not more valuable than the survival of himself and the people he cherishes, and being able to leave here alive is already the best compliment for Ron.

Ron stroked the stone wall with his hand, and immediately slammed it hard, and soon there was a dull sound behind a stone wall, which was clearly hollow.

Ron took two steps back, ready to use powerful ninjutsu to penetrate the wall, but the mountain wall made a muffled sound, as if there was some mechanism, a square stone wall slowly protruded, forming a stone door more than a meter high, gradually opening to Ron's side, with the help of the magic light source above the cave, Ron soon saw the small box quietly placed on the ground in the stone door.

The box was the same size and shape as the one they had used to get the gill grass above the lake, without any mechanism, and Ron pulled the small box out of the stone door.

The bronzed box, covered in dust, and even covered with weeds and vines, was lifted open by Ron's hands, revealing the keyhole in the center of the box.

It was not so much a keyhole as a large rust stain, and Ron pressed it with his hand, and the keyhole was shaking slightly on the box, which was already quite unsturdy, and Ron even suspected that a lock of this magnitude, even if it was smashed twice on the ground, the box would be destroyed immediately. But he didn't.

"How can there be a key? Ron shook his head and smiled bitterly, and along the way, he hadn't seen anything related to the key except for guessing that there might be a passage under the water through the gill grass.

"Maybe it's on a different path. Ron muttered.

There are two passages in the ruins, and on the side where Jack and Princess Bosliga walked, there may be a key to open the treasure chest, but at this time, where are they still there?

Probably gone.

Ron didn't know how long it had been since he came to this cave, he was still in a deep sleep under the protection of his body and self-protection, and he didn't know how long he had slept this night, if he calculated according to the gill grass in their hands, he would definitely not be able to last so long underwater, Sefera and them may have faced the reality that they and Xavier died underwater.

However, it was fortunate that Sivir was here, and if Sivir died, he would not have been able to find his way to meet the others, and the only route he could remember in his mind was to return to the exile camp and the shore where they had landed.

"I don't know what happened to the exiles. ”

Ron's mind suddenly came to the young man named Rees, if this young man could become the leader of the exile camp, these poor fellows might survive this cold winter safely, but their leader was an extremely selfish man.

The expression on Ron's face suddenly stiffened, and in an instant, the spatial ring on his finger glowed slightly, and in an instant, a key with a deep sense of age appeared in Ron's hand.

This is the key that he took out from the body of the zombie leader at the behest of Rhys, Ron didn't know why he suddenly thought of this, he really carried this key-like thing on his body, anyway, now Sivir is still resting, Ron is fortunate to be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, took a deep breath, pointed the keyhole at the keyhole, and gently poked it inside.

If it is a wrong key, you can feel strong resistance the moment you insert it into the keyhole, but this key is like being lubricated, and it is easy to insert it all without encountering any resistance.

With a heart like Ron, he couldn't help but be stunned at this time, his heartbeat soon soared to the extreme, in this world, there is such a magical, coincidental thing, this key that even Rhys doesn't know what it is for, is really the key to open this ancient treasure chest!

Ron tentatively turned the key to the right, and there was an immediate creaking sound in the keyhole, and soon, with a crunching click, a small crack suddenly appeared in the originally tightly knit chest.

Ron held his breath, this kind of pie-in-the-sky luck made him a little confused, and his hand holding the treasure chest trembled slightly.

The lid of the treasure chest was slowly pushed open by Ron, and what appeared in front of him was a golden short knife.

Weapons?

Ron was surprised for a moment, the knight of this weapon was not good, the golden hilt looked very conspicuous, but the blade was pitch black, and there was even a small notch near the tip, which did not look sharp.

I have to admit that the expectation in Ron's heart has been greatly discounted, and he carefully took the short knife out of the box, the handle of the knife was held in his hand, and there was a cold touch, Ron waved it lightly twice, making a low sound of breaking the air, the weight of the short knife was very light, but other than that, there was nothing special.

Ron slashed at the nearby mountain wall with a short knife in his hand, but it didn't appear as sharp as he had imagined, only a small white mark on the mountain wall.

"It's no different from a normal knife. Ron looked at the scratches on the mountain wall and couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment, a weapon of this level was not worthy of being a treasure among the ancient ruins.

What's more, this weapon doesn't even have a scabbard, and it's a problem to take it out yourself.

Ron could now somewhat understand the feelings of the crowd when they found the gill grass on the shore of the lake, and the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, and slowly closed the box, Ron pulled out the key and put it back in the stone door.

"Maybe this short knife needs to be infused with fighting spirit to be a little more powerful. Ron made a guess and put the blade aside for Sivir to wake up and perhaps test what made the short knife unique.

"Ron?"

At this time, Sivir, who was leaning against the mountain wall, also slowly opened his eyes, and heard the dream-like call of the female knight, Ron immediately stood up and came to Sivir's side.

"How do you feel?" Ron subconsciously grabbed the girl's hand, and the palm of his hand was no longer cold, but had the temperature of life.

"I ...... I'm fine. Sivir's gaze quickly fell on the golden short knife that Ron had stuck upside down on the ground before: "Ron, is this a treasure of the ruins?" I want to chat about "Shadow of Exile" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~