Pale smoke filled the deep cavern, the pungent smell of sulfur and burning rocks took their breath away, and Vorragon followed closely behind Awinhai, wiping his red, swollen eyes from time to time. "The smoke here is poisonous, Lord Awinhai, and it is poisonous enough to kill any living animal. ”

"Just be glad you're alive and keep talking to me, remember, stay that way, or you'll be a dead animal. Awinhai's voice was very low, the cavern was large, but it was difficult to hear the words of conversation, and a muffled rumor came from the depths of the stone wall, as if from the abyss of the earth, but in fact it was a peak above the clouds.

Morse Craters are completely hidden under the volcano, and the hot and foul air collects depending on the location, and in Morse Craters, large and small caves form an underground labyrinth in which you can get lost if you are not careful. But it seems to have been explored by some brave or stupid people. No, this is the Corridor of Shadows, and no one has ever been here, except for the walking bones: the undead roaming around with torches made of skeletons and skeletal tomahawks in hand, exploring the terrain of Mount Delon in droves, perhaps in search of lost treasure. But only a few managed to make it out in the end, which was a good thing for Avenhai and Voragon, otherwise they would have been lost in this deep labyrinth.

"Are these ancient signs really guiding us? Lord Awinhay, when did you believe the words of the undead? Voragon said to Avenhay as he looked at the strange and vague symbols on the cave walls.

"It's hard for me to convince me of anything but light, but we're in a ghost place where even the dead can't reach it, do you make me believe in the light thousands of miles away, or do you believe in the words of these undead, if you can't believe it, and want to oppose the route of the undead, you can convince me to believe in my instincts, and I will be scorched to death by magma in less than half an hour. Awinhai said.

"The strange symbols on it remind me of the ancient words left in the caves by the ancestors of the human continent, which made the civilization we are today. ”

"And what signal can the text here give you?" Avenhay stopped in front of a red stone wall, with a string of symbols above his head that looked like they had been scratched by rats.

"I couldn't tell it was words, it was more like it was made by air and air currents. ”

"The language of the dead also represents the rise of a civilization, but its civilization is very different from the civilization of the human race, long before the birth of the ancestors, the language of the dead has existed, I said, the language of the dead is better than the language of the elves, earlier than any language in the wilderness, you should not underestimate these symbols, it will get us out of the Morse pit. ”

Savage Lands...... It seems apt. "I hope everything will go well," Woragan sighed, "will there be new life in this civilization, will there be a life of farming, fishing, and hunting, will there be feelings and beliefs?"

"Of course not, whether it is the undead parasitic in the shadow corridor, or the undead in the undead world, they are just sins, killing and deprivation are the essence of their existence, you don't want to link the two. More than a thousand years ago, when the three of us came here, the continent was full of undead footprints, riding undead horses, holding weapons forged from the flames of the undead, roaming all corners of the continent, perhaps with rows of living humans tethered behind them, until they turned into rotting and stinking corpses behind them. Flies will cover the corpses, crows will peck at the bones, the earth will be filled with gunsmoke, the breath of death will envelop the human continent for a hundred years, and the survivors will be forced to flee to the Pillar of Dawn in the depths of the West until the undead are driven out of the human continent. ”

"Pillar of Dawn? I know there. Woragon said.

Awinhai opened a small opening with the mask covering his face, "The glory of the Pillar of Dawn is long gone, but the wreckage of the past can still bear witness to the imprint of humanity's former strength, which is a kind of hope and faith, until the Western powers destroy it in order to profit from it." You haven't seen the Pillar of Dawn in its most glorious days, it sits in the Western Sacred Lake Bend, built by the Earth Elves. When the elves left the Sacred Lake, they gave the wealth to the Emperor of Man, Palandi. The majestic buildings there are whiter than snow, the Avenue of Udas is glittering with gold, the Parandi guards are clad in mythril armor, and the white gulls of the Sacred Lake Bend soar above the Pillar of Dawn, the white world, the most prosperous city of mankind, and the place where humanity announced the beginning of the Second Age. ”

The two of them walked through a winding cave and came to a large cave full of broken bones, surrounded by cracked red stone walls, and hundreds of stalagmites hanging above their heads, three feet long, but fortunately, the cave was huge enough to accommodate two ancient castles at dusk, and the stone pillars were nothing more than slender ice needles in the cave. A thick layer of smoke covered their ankles, and Vorragon could feel the heat of the smoke. A layer of shattered bones accumulated under the pale smoke, and specks of phosphorescence seeped through the cracks and disappeared into the smoke, like hundreds of unjust spirits wandering between the bones.

The crisp crunch of Voragon sent chills down his spine as his feet stepped over, but Awinhai didn't care about the place of smoke and bones, he was as calm as an elk walking on the prairie. Awinhay once again reminded Vorragon to watch his feet and not to get his skin hurt by bone spurs. Woragan was worried that the moment he breathed, he would inhale the evil smoke under his feet.

"It's hard for me to imagine that we can't feel the heat of a huge volcano beneath it. Woragon exclaimed.

"You could also say that Volcano Delon also has his docile side. Awinhai's eyes were still on the walls around him. Woragon also followed Awinhay's gaze to the wall, and the symbols on it seemed to be interesting, the undead with one leg, the undead without arms, the undead with two heads, the undead with tall skeletons and short limbs, and the undead with clothes...... , they stand in a circle, with an irregular circle above their heads, and a tentacle sticks out of the circle, pointing to the intersection ahead. Yes, there is no doubt about it, there is only one way forward.

It was a low cavern, with an upward slope, glowing red, and the rocks on the surface were dark and shiny. When you enter the cave, you will quickly turn to the left-hand side, and the space here will become more open and the view will be much clearer due to the light. The rock in front of you changes from red to black, and the surface of the rock is densely marked, and there are various stone nodules in the corners of the rock wall until the end of the cavern. The red and yellow bursts of light refracted through the rock wall countless times, making the position of the two men dim and hazy. At the moment, the pungent smell of sulphur and rock melting is getting stronger and stronger.

The two of them walked through this passage, the temperature was rising, and the stuffiness could no longer express Voragon's situation at this time, he instinctively shook his body, feeling that his body could no longer adapt to the environment here, and he just wanted to leave this closed underground cave as soon as possible. But the crater that erupted wantonly above was like a huge monster, lazily spitting clouds and fog into the sky.

"The Morse Crater is longer than I thought it would be. "It seems that talking constantly makes you feel safe.

"It's not a long time to be in the Morse Pit, but to the Shadow Corridor to conserve some strength, Voragoon, we have to pass through the Red Cauldron Channel, where danger lurks, something more terrible than darkness awaits the arrival of the prey. Awinhai's tone became heavy. Woragon probably had already thought that the place where the Grave Keeper warriors died was there—the Red Cauldron Channel. Who gave it such a nasty name.

Finally, the two of them rounded a tortuous hole, curled up through a crumbling stone crevice, and entered a flat, muggy hallway. There is room for three horses to walk side by side at once, pale soot spilling through the cracks in the rock walls on both sides, flowing to the top of the crack, accompanied by the sound of crackling and crackling. The hallways were littered with shattered skulls and weapons made of white bone, most of which had been eroded over the years, and most of them had turned into piles of slag, like bags of earth where termites gathered in the dim light.

"Delve into the Delon Volcano, your weapons won't be of use. Avinhai told him, "You need to be sober, you know, be vigilant." ”

If you're in Lanya or the Green Thorn Nation, sometimes weapons really don't work. But Mount Delong is not Mount Delong, I don't believe it. Voragon nodded wordlessly. After entering the corridor more than a hundred meters, the two turned to the right-hand side, and the corridor in front of them became more open and brighter. Dense patterns and patterns were carved into the walls, and rumbling and scorching heat swept through the fiery red light at the end of the hallway. It's so hot here that almost the whole person can be evaporated at any moment.

Awinhay put away his scepter and raised his hand for Vorragon to follow. He was speaking, Voragon was sure, but there was an even more deafening sound in the fiery red light that overshadowed his warning, which was the end, the center of the Delon volcano, the channel of the red cauldron. As he drew closer to the end, the heat grew hotter and hotter, and Woracan could feel a wave of churning heat rushing down to his cheeks, baking his skin, breathing hard, and the sweat of his body had evaporated, leaving him with a certain heat to scorch his shriveled and wrinkled skin. Awinhayi in front of him seemed to be struggling to walk, the two of them were less than three meters apart, and in Voraghan's vision, his back was blurred and distorted until his entire body merged with the light and shadow at the end of the corridor.

This is a stone bridge, connecting the crimson mountain rock opposite, at the foot of the abyss, a winding magma river in the abyss to form a wriggling snake, countless tentacles gushing out from the magma river, splashing flames to form a crimson tide of ten million degrees, straight to the stone bridge. Fearing that his cloak would catch fire and bury the sea of fire below, Vorragon subconsciously pulled it up and held it in the palm of his hand. The bridge is straight and slender, two hundred meters long, and is supported by rocks jutting out from the cliffs at both ends, and in this underground cliff, the red pot channel is like a thin hanging line, fragile and small, and passers must be on high alert to avoid slipping under their feet and falling into the abyss.

Awinhay's words are not wrong, weapons are useless here, I need to take every step, keep my body balanced, don't look down, don't look overhead, watch my step, watch my step, Vorragon reminded myself over and over again.

"Brave child, you can do better, don't give up, don't hesitate. A slender voice appeared in Voraghan's ear, it was a woman's voice. He looked up slightly, and a woman appeared in front of Voragon with a warm glow around her, and between her long hair, a familiar face appeared to Voragon with open arms and a kind smile. "Follow me, I'll take you out of here. ”

"Mother, why are you here, it's too dangerous here, get out of here. Woragon couldn't control the torment in his heart at the moment, he couldn't stand her wandering here, and he couldn't stand the flames surrounding her, "Take my hand and walk out of here with me!"

"No, dear Voragon come, come to me, and I will take you out of the corridor of shadows. She stretched out her slender arm, "Don't follow this man, he will hurt you, you always know, he is the one who started it." ”

Avinhai is the one who broke the contract?" ”

"Give me your hand and I'll tell you the answer, trust me. ”

Voragon hesitated, and suddenly, the temperature of the red cauldron channel was no longer so high, and he felt a cool breeze, smelled the smell of ice and snow, and heard the howl of the wolf spirit. None of this was true, I could see the face of the Delon Volcano, the clouds were billowing red, the magma was flowing down from the clouds, at the foot of the volcano were the dry Shadow River Demon Swamp and the Shadow Black Forest, there were undead cutting down trees in the forest, they communicated in human language, and it was the 'green flies' who ruled over them. There was a tall black tower, and as Lord Awinhay had said, there was a great army, the Black Angel Legion led by the Green Fly, one of the three legions of Orendine.

I can recall every step I took, every danger I experienced, the fear was real, so it couldn't be Delong Snow Mountain, I didn't dream, it was all real.

"You don't want to believe it, all the while?"

"I had a hard time believing it. Voragon stood still, breathing in the snow and ice, listening to the wolf spirit's cry, his hands clasped together.

"Fear takes possession of you, but it will not defeat you. Mother drew closer to him, "Your Maester Pesil has given you eternal life, but it cannot give you warmth, and you know that there is no way back. No one complains against you, much less praises your deeds, as you see as you stand in front of the temple of Anas. Your friends will forget you, your Angay will hate you, Pesil won't thank you, everything you have done is in vain......"

“...... I'll find ......"

“...... The contract has been destroyed, the balance has been broken, do you really think that the grave keeper and the man in black can resist the defeated undead? The earth elves have left this world, and the human will cannot resist the threat of darkness. When war comes, your friends will curse you for abandoning them, your friends will curse you, and the most terrible word in the world is curse, isn't it?"

"I've done my best. Woragon fell to his knees, and with his snort, he smelled the putrid stench and the smoke of gunpowder, and heard the flames of war and the screams of curses. He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look up, afraid to see his friends who had died in battle and countless eyes full of hatred. "I've done my best, I've tried my best....... ”

"I don't blame you, kid. Mother lifted Woragon up. When Vorragon looked up at his mother again, he was greeted by Master Awinhai, and a deafening sound resounded in his ears again, and the heat beat against every inch of his skin, making it red and hot. Everything that had just happened turned into a vague memory in an instant. "My lord, I saw it...... See. ”

Avenhay clasped Voragon in both arms, "I told you, focus. ”

"I can't judge everything here. His eyes were red and swollen.

"Trust me, Voragon Wards!"

Awinhay grabbed Voragon by the arm, and pushed forward with great difficulty. A gentle murmur echoed intermittently in Voragon's ears. "My dear child, you are more precious than any treasure in the world, you are irreplaceable in my heart, you want to leave me, leave me?"

Woragon burst into tears, with no joy in his face and no hope in sight, stopped, shook off Awinhai's arm, and stared blankly behind him, where his mother was crouching alone, the light on her body fading away, and her flesh began to peel off, until only a skeleton remained.

Woragon fell to his knees, tears streaming down, "I'm sorry, I can't give up hope, I still have a chance." He knelt on the ground, moving his knees little by little until he touched his mother's bones.

At this time, Awinhayi once again grabbed Voraghan, "Cheer up! Vorragon! Everything here is not true, don't be deceived by dark tricks!"

"It's true, my mother, I'm not going to leave her again, I'm going to take her out and take her out of this hellish place!"

"Your mother has been buried in the stars of Grevyn, this is a dark realm, you have to keep your sanity, Voragan!" Awinhay knelt on one knee and comforted Vorragon who had lost his way, "Your mother is not here, and there is nothing kind here, you must know that this is the Red Cauldron Channel, a place where the dead dare not approach, cheer up, only by standing up can you save your friends and relatives!" Awinhayi grabbed Voragan and dragged him away from the stone bridge.

Suddenly, a white fireball flew above the heads of the two of them, the fireball was the size of a carriage, and the tail end dragged a tongue of fire nearly ten feet long, and the cracking sound of tearing and bursting shook the mountain rock cliffs, stirring up a magma river thousands of feet high and rolling firefalls. The fireball slammed into the rock, a few leagues away from the two of them, and then bounced off and crashed into the other side, mixed with a dull rumbling sound, and the rock fell off and fell into the abyss, turning into white smoke in an instant. The stone bridge is like a hanging vine, swinging up and down as the mountain rock breaks and collapses. The collision made the fireball even larger, causing the rocks to fall off everywhere it went, and it was getting closer and closer to the two of them.

"Are you awake? Avinhai said.

Woragon saw the fireball, and he saw that the cliff where heaven and earth met became so vulnerable in front of that fireball. "That fireball has thoughts. He noticed that his tone of voice had become quivering, and he realized why the undead did not want to come here. The Red Cauldron Channel is no less terrifying than the dark tokens of the River Demon Swamp, if not more so. "It's coming towards us, my lord!"

Avinhai drew his scepter, "Very well, get out of this bridge, I'll carry it here." ”

"I can help you. ”

"As long as you can walk, you're doing me the most of a favor. Avenhai smiled bitterly, "Please, get out of here." ”

Seeing the huge fireball swooping down, Vorragon didn't have time to think, turned around and rushed out of the stone bridge, hid in a dim corner, only to hear a huge collision, the fireball collapsed in front of Awinhai, forming thousands of flowing white tendrils, and regrouped in a very fast time. Awinhay took his scepter in both hands and stepped back. The heat flowed, the fireballs hissed, the manic horror, Avinhai's cloak fluttered, and the sparks danced around him. He was at a disadvantage, and if there was another strong impact of this kind, I am afraid ...... I can't just look at it, I have to do something. Woragon pulled out his golden blade and swung it hard, plunging straight into the throbbing fireball. As if feeling the pain, the fireball became more irritable, and the mountain shook and flames erupted.

"Run, sir!" shouted Voragon as the two of them rushed desperately towards the deep black hole. The rock walls on both sides continued to tear apart, the ground shook and smoke filled the air, and a boulder blocked the entrance to the cave, and the two turned into another hole. Running non-stop, running desperately, the small gravel is like a flying arrow, cutting through clothes and scratching cheeks. The flames behind him were still in hot pursuit. Voragon didn't have a moment to turn his head to look, but he could imagine the flames, the burning skull, the eye sockets shooting flames, the limbs stretched and twisted, leaving scratches on the rock wall, and the short sword, Voragon dagger, which was stuck in the center of the burning skull's eyebrows. If I have the chance to get it back, I will definitely take it. Look at Master Awinhay again, his legs and feet are more nimble than ever, and he is as afraid as I am, and he is afraid. Forget it, a weapon can slay the undead.

The chase lasted for a long time, until the two could no longer tell where they were, but wherever there was a hole, where there was a passage where the fireball could be shaken, both of them would not hesitate to rush in, but they could never shake off the fireball. Finally, in a small cavern, the entrance behind him was completely obscured by the crumbling rock overhead, the brightness and temperature of the fireball suddenly disappeared, and everything in front of him became extremely black. But the deafening sound had not stopped, and the volcano was still trembling.

"My lord, where are you?" Voragon stood still, afraid that he would fall into a cliff if he took any further step because of the darkness.

"Shh......h Don't make a sound. A faint voice came from the other corner.

After that, the cave was quiet for a long, long time, until the trembling ceased and fell silent. Maybe an hour passed, maybe a whole day passed, and Vorragon couldn't remember it clearly. "Are you alright, sir?"

"It's never been better. ”

"Is it safe here?"

A dim light rose, and Awinhay sat in the corner beneath the rock wall with his scepter in hand, munching on his food and looking with interest at Vorragon on the other side. "I think so, what about you? Do you miss your loved ones?"

"She's dead, those are illusions. ”

"I'm glad you can say that. Avenhai said as he waved his hand, "You have grown up again, come to me, I brought food." When Vorragon staggered to his side, Avenhai handed him a biscuit, "Eat it, it will make you feel refreshed, hum, look at your face, you are not scared." ”

"I'm fine, it's just that my mouth is dry and I need water, lots of water. He glanced around, "When I came out of the castle at dusk, Scordy gave me some merlan fruit, and although it can fight my thirst, I want real water. I miss the appearance of Delong Snow Mountain, and I miss the feeling of heavy snow covering me. Especially when I first came into contact with the wolf spirit...... I want to meet her again. ”

"White fur, blue pupils, cold breath, loud howls, creatures that can control the wind and snow, who would refuse to see her a second time. Avinhai insisted on handing him food, "Eat, maybe it's sweeter than the merlan fruit of the Castle of Dusk." ”

After a moment of silence, Avinhai brightened the light of the scepter, and in an instant the entire cavern appeared before their eyes. "You see, this is not a dead end. ”

Following Awinhay's guidance, Vorragon saw that the walls were also carved with the words of the dead and strange patterns. In the darkest corner of the cave, a hole was opened, and layers of stone steps led to the bottom of the cave. "Before we enter this cave, I tell you a secret of Orendine. Avenhay probed the scepter's light into the hole and said, "Orendine has used the power of light to control thousands of undead, and they have dug holes in the ground for Orendin, building underground palaces and underground corridors, so the undead have the ability to dig holes in the ground on their own. I think this is the way to the outside world, and even if it isn't, then there must be one of the caves that leads to the surface. ”

"I'm worried about ......"

Before Vorragon could finish speaking, Avenhai interrupted him, "Are you worried about where this road leads to the east of Deron Volcano, where we are walking?"

"That's right. ”

"Maybe, but I also want to say that the specific location of the Black Demon Tower should belong to the west side, but not exactly, the undead can open up the passage between the Black Demon Tower and here, why not open another way out. ”

Woragon shook his head in confusion, "There's only one way we can go. ”

"You have to remember my words, enter the world of the dead, don't get used to the judgment of the dead, the intruder will definitely suffer, this time we will believe in the dead once. So Avinha went into the cave first, with Voragon following closely behind. Luckily, the path was the only one, and there were no forks in the road, and the horrible white fireball didn't reappear. By the time they came out, Vorragon only remembered that they had rested three times, slept three times, and eaten food once, and if that were the case, they had walked in the cave for at least three days.

When you step up the stone steps to the outside world, you will see a sea of clouds intertwined with lightning and blood, and although the air here is terrible, it is better than the foul and sultry smell of the cavern. Worakon stumbled two steps before slumping headlong on the black, scorched earth, and he rolled over to look at the swirling clouds and the silently falling ashes above him, feeling his whole body swing away. "It's beautiful, it's quiet. Worakon sighed.

Awinhai sat on the rocks under the rock wall in a daze, his hands trembling, unable to utter a word.

"Master Avinhai, you saved me once again. After a long time, Vorragon said.

"You saved yourself. Avinhayi's words were simple, but there were countless words in his eyes. And Woragon on the side laughed hysterically, "This kind of ordeal is really unforgettable for me, I can't forget the eyes of adults." ”

Avinhai clenched his trembling hands tightly and couldn't help but sneer.

"I seem to understand that there are only a few kinds of dark tricks, and if they want me to be fooled again, I think they will be very difficult to do, Lord Awinhai, you are all right. Woragon said.

"Okay, as long as I'm not dead, everything can still be controlled, and the way after that, we just need to quietly avoid the patrol of the undead, if you want to test your ability again, you can go in again, I won't stop you." ”

"Such a good opportunity, save it for next time. ”

Avinhai got up and looked around, "It seems that the undead who are not disturbing the patrol are not disturbed, if they find out, it will be a big problem, so let's hurry as soon as possible while we still have enough strength." ”

Woracan got up and looked around, the area was open, and the two of them were standing at the foot of a raised mountain, walking down the magma-eroded tunnel, and they could safely leave the Delong volcano in front of him, but the uneasiness still surrounded him. Standing from this position and looking far away, the western horizon is a line of red, and there is no end from the southernmost to the northernmost point. Avinhay told him that it was made of torches held by the hands of the dead, and that there were enough of them to rival the entire army of Lannia. At present, the vast forest spreads out, which is no different from the Black Forest, except that it has another name - the shadow of Hein.