"Aren't they just bones? What if there are too many? You wait here, and I'll screw the skeleton's head off at once. Wolfwalker said, ignoring the warning, and rushed out of Cheese at such speed that the mage had no chance to stop him. Jack is not a brave man, although he appears to be an impulsive and reckless man, but who can be sure that this is not a trap that the werewolf deliberately shows his opponent to let their guard down?

But if Jack doesn't step into it, it doesn't mean that the layers of white bones under his feet will let him pass. "Wolfwalkers, in their name, are more perfect beings than humans, but they are nothing more than cursed creatures. Honestly, apart from being able to control your appearance, what is the difference between you and those plague-infected ratmen?" the lich's voice was emotionless, and could only be judged by the ups and downs of its intonation, but even so, the disdain in its words was immediately palpable. And with these sarcastic words, the bones under Jack's feet began to tremble violently! The blue fire beating in the gaps of those bones instantly expanded and expanded, enveloping a large number of dry bones, and then the bones that could not be connected because of different sizes began to splice strangely to form a terrifying creation. The cage of bones rose from below, threatening to trap the werewolf in place.

"Do you think these things can stop me?" said Jack, grinning as he slammed his wolf-clawed forelegs into the rising cage, trying to break the sturdy railings. He had easily accomplished his goal, despite the blessing of the blue flames, his fragile bones could not withstand the Wolfwalker's formidable strength, not to mention that he could have ignored the effects of magic. But the lich's attempt was not meaningless, because of this attack, the werewolf had to insert his feet into the pile of bones under his feet to provide a stable point of force for his body, and when Jack broke the bone prison and wanted to move on, he was surprised to find that he couldn't pull out his feet anyway!

"Look, while your strength is strong enough, your intelligence hasn't been much better, well, improved. A simple trap is enough to unravel all your strengths. The lich's voice whispered as Jack fell into an embarrassment.

Lothar, who was still standing on the steps, immediately wanted to rescue his companion when he saw this, but although Cheese didn't have time to stop the wolfwalker, he finally failed to make the count rush through. "Wait, it won't hurt Jack for a while. But if we rush in, it's not as simple as stumbling up. The mage said, his brain racing through the situation at the same time. Clearly, the enemy wasn't unprepared, and judging by the trap it used to control the wolfwalker and the long list of sarcasm it had made to Cheese, the lich must have gotten information about the members of the squad from the Edward family. This is the trickiest part of this battle, a well-prepared spellcaster forces Cheese to carefully arrange the team's strategy, because no one knows how many traps are hidden under these layers of bones.

The mage now felt as if the crypt in front of him had become a chessboard without a grid, and he and the Lich were the kings and chess players on both sides, but the pieces in his hands were limited and all placed on the board, and it was completely unknown how many pieces his opponent had and where they were hidden. The layer of blue flames on the skeleton now seemed to have the effect of shielding magical vision in addition to splicing together the scattered bones, and it was difficult for Cheese to see through the situation under the blue fire at this time.

However, this difficulty did not deter the dignified gray-robed mage, in fact, it piqued Cheese's interest. The expression on his face calmed down again, and he spoke, "I'm curious, if I do it again to you now, the spell that was in the Iron Castle Cemetery at the time, will you still be able to get away with it like last time?" You've finally found the point, Lord Grey Mage. The lich's laughter sounded like it came from the throat of a man who was about to suffocate, "I must admit that you have more knowledge than I can comprehend, and with my abilities, I have absolutely no defense against that spell of yours. But the question is, can you use it again now?"

"It seems that it's not just the ghouls, you also communicate with the demons?" There are not many people who know that the power of Cheese has been sealed, and excluding those who are absolutely impossible to reveal this matter, it seems that the only one who can intersect with the lich is the demon who was expelled from King Sigget's body, Dodo. Cheese originally wanted to use the power of the seal to completely kill the demon, but because of the seal on his body, the power of the spell was not enough, allowing the other party to escape.

"Erdo asked me to say hello to you on his behalf. He said that the next time he came back to this world, he would definitely visit you and repay you for what you did. The lich's words undoubtedly acknowledged his connection to the demon, and made Cheese a little more jealous of it. Very well, it seems that this guy is not only desecrating the way of death, but also has an ambiguous connection with the guy in the abyss.

"Yes? That's good news. Should I ask you to convey to me my expectations for his visit? As he spoke, Cheese threw the lantern from the old ghoul into the bones at his feet, and the orange-red flame in the lantern instantly grew larger, and the flying tongue of fire almost licked the top of the crypt. At the same time, the mage put his right hand into the flames in front of him, and quickly recited the incantation in his mouth, only to see that the flames from the lantern began to expand with the help of some invisible force, squeezing the original blue flames out of the gaps in the skeleton. When the fire returned to normal, nearly one-fifth of the space in the crypt was replaced by orange-red flames, with lanterns as the origin. It's just a pity that the boundary between the two flames is still some distance away from the place where Jack was trapped, and the wolfwalker can't get out of it.

"It's unexpected, you saw through my spell so quickly. However, any flame needs fuel to support it, and how long can your lantern last?"

"Burn until the moment you fail, of course. The palm of Cheese's right hand, which had been put into the fire, flipped upward, and a ball of flame jumped at his fingertips. "Your flame comes from death, and my flame comes from life. Victory over you is not only a personal vendetta, but also for the sake of what you have blasphemed, the owner of this crypt, the faith of the soul keepers for generations. With that, the mage slapped his right hand towards his chest, and the orange-red fire spread along his heart, quickly covering his entire body! Then, he turned to look at the rest of his team, "Do you trust me?"

Lothar smiled, he already knew what the mage was going to do. So the Count of Montenegro put his hand on the shoulders of the cheese burning flames, and the flames burned on him at once. "Magic, it should have been something that the witch hunting knife should resist with all its might, but this time, it seems to recognize its own powerlessness, and the Hearn hand in Lothar's hand has no reaction when his master is affected by magic, and even, if someone looks closely, they can see that the eyes of the male lion on the axe are faintly glowing with fire.