The village chief led us around the alleys and finally walked out of the village. After walking a few hundred more steps, we came to a steep cliff. Almost as soon as I saw the white cliff, I assumed I had seen a cave, even though there wasn't even an entrance.

Yes, there was a raised rock, as if it had been carved by hand, and the ground next to it was full of rubble, which stood out against the snow. The village chief stepped forward silently, groping with his hands on the rocks. Then, with a rumbling sound, a hole suddenly opened in the cliff. It was dusty for a while, and I couldn't help but sneeze several times.

When the dust cleared, a black hole was revealed in the cliff. A foul stench wafted from the depths, and everyone involuntarily took a step back and covered their noses with their hands.

Suddenly, for some reason, a strange wind seemed to roll up directly from the ground, enveloping all the ice and snow on the ground under his feet, and in just a few seconds, a small blizzard was formed. As more and more snow and ice were blown up, I gradually lost sight of the crowd. I also seemed to hear Wigginsmanid calling out to me anxiously, but the voice was quickly swallowed up by the whirring wind.

What's going on?!Could it be that some mechanism was triggered? The idea popped into my head. But I was shielding myself from the snow with my hands in the blizzard, and I couldn't open my eyes at all, let alone worry about everyone. And the wind also made all the shouts completely ineffective. Damn, everyone is next to this cave, it doesn't matter, as long as this wind and snow stops, everyone in this vicinity will be easy to find. I thought to myself.

Perhaps it was God's bad taste, and in order to shatter my last vestiges, the blizzard soon stopped. I hurriedly wiped the ice chips from my eyelids on my face with my hands, and opened my eyes, but I guess I am still covered with snow on my temples, and even my eyebrows are covered with ice and snow.

I didn't have the time to take care of my face, but I immediately turned around and observed if anyone was with me........ I was disappointed in the results.

It was covered in snow and ice, and there wasn't even a single person beside me. And because of the snowstorm just now, all the footprints have been covered, and now there is not the slightest trace of anyone who has been here. If it weren't for my own experience, maybe I would have thought that it was all a dream just now, the village chief, the people, and the cave were all fictional, maybe I was just a poor mercenary who no one cared about, and I had always been ...... Alone.

“............”

I had a feeling of being abandoned by everyone.

The treasure is right in front of me, and I can't afford to miss this opportunity from that point of view, but can I survive this terrible cave alone without the help of others?

For the first time, I had doubts about my own strength. Obviously, everyone has always helped me through the difficulties, and in terms of business talent, I am not as good as Manid. In terms of tracking, I can't keep up with Mama Tea and so on. Isn't the strong combat effectiveness of this team because of the addition of these capable people?

I slapped myself. Feel terrified of this thought that pops into your head. Am I not the leader? Am I not the leader? It is with my leadership that this team can be extraordinary! What are you doing here! Am I afraid of death? Have you forgotten who you were before? I have survived all the painful days before, and I was just a poor mercenary at that time!

I smiled wryly, pulled out my crossbow, drew my sword, closed my eyes and prayed silently. Gradually, I felt the strength in my body, so I touched the damp rock wall and walked in cautiously step by step.

There is some standing water on the ground, and if you are cold, you will fall. After walking a dozen steps, I turned my head to look at the entrance of the cave, which was like a small dot out of reach, radiating a ray of hope. But it's about to go out, I sighed and walked on. The sword in my hand was trembling uncontrollably, and I was embarrassed to say that it was actually my own hand shaking.

After a few more steps, I felt something was wrong, and the feeling under my feet was a little different from before. The walls on both sides seem to have changed, and the air smells warm and humid, but instead of giving people a sense of security, they feel uncomfortable.

What the hell is going on? I suddenly remembered that the village chief had given me a torch earlier. I pulled out the flint and steel, and wiped it a few times. I cursed in disgust, almost going crazy. The endless darkness was like a torrent that wanted to swallow me up, but what scared me more was the fear in my heart. Ever since I entered the cave, I have not dared to come out because of the fear in my heart—and a hint of awe. Maybe it was the Holy King Leon who had invisibly influenced me? I clutched the Hero's Badge tightly in the darkness, secretly cheering myself up.

With a snap, the torch was finally lit. The faint light of the fire, although not far, was enough. By the light, I was amazed to find myself in a large room flanked by fences, like ...... A dungeon.

Wooden fences, potholed ground, and water droplets that constantly drip from the ceiling.

A series of questions crossed my mind in an instant: Who locked them in? Who released them? Or did they get out on their own? Crucially, who were they? Why were they locked up?

I don't get answers to these questions. But one thing is for sure, whoever enters this dungeon is a mistake. Maybe there will be something invisible inside.

I felt like I was stepping into a no-go zone, a no-go zone that couldn't be mentioned. There's something in there, there's no doubt about it. But what is it that makes the Holy King Leon so troubled?

I took a few more steps. The sound of clear footsteps traveled far away, reflecting off the walls on both sides and back, forming a faint echo that sounded like a ghost scream.

In the midst of trembling, I suddenly stepped on something under my feet, a round, bony thing, which stood still after I stepped on it.

In an instant, the hairs on my body stood on end. All sorts of bad thoughts crossed my mind. I raised my sword and shuddered, moving the torch to my waist.

When I saw what it was, I hurriedly took a few steps backwards, and the torch fell from my hand.

The bleak and lifeless eyes looked at me hollowly, and the dead man grinned, his paralyzed skeleton pointing straight in. A few small bugs crawled out of the cracks in his ribs and fled in a panic.

The words of the village chief sounded in my mind for a moment: That...... It's a devil's cave! a devil's cave that you can't get out of if you go in!"

That's- that's a white bone!

The eerie skeleton glowed with a hair-raising sheen, and those eyes seemed to destroy my will, causing me to drop my sword and flee.

"Smack!" Although my legs were still shaking, I still raised my hand with difficulty and slapped myself hard. As a person who travels south and north, is not afraid of the earth, and is not afraid of holding a hero badge and a mercenary certificate, he is actually afraid of a skeleton?

I froze and kicked the skull away. I was relieved that I didn't feel like I was being targeted by death. Just as we were about to go inside, we stood still. The fear in my heart exploded and permeated my whole body. I just felt cold in my hands and feet.

What was that sound just now? In addition to my own heartbeat, there was a sound — a heavy wheezing sound. I've heard this sound in the forest before, and it's a characteristic sound made by predators!

A warm, damp gas rushed in front of me, and I didn't want to pull out my sword and stab forward. Perhaps it is because people in desperate situations can always gain extra strength, and my sword must not be light, because the other party howls in pain, and the sound is comparable to the distant thunder of winter.

I staggered back a few steps, and the numbness in my hands impressed me with the guy opposite. This guy seems to be clad in a layer of metal armor, and with all my might, it seems that all I can do is pierce his skin.

By the time I finally saw the guy hiding in the shadows, I almost wanted to get down on my knees and pray. The man in front of him - no, he can't be counted as a human at all!

It was more than a head taller than me, its skin was turquoise, and its hideous, cloudy eyes looked at me viciously. It had a foul stench in its mouth, and it had fangs more than twice as long as those of a wild boar, and its waist—was that a fig leaf? Although the appearance of such a discordant thing made the nerves in my head twitch slightly, but at this moment I couldn't laugh at it. The sword seemed to pierce the skin of his chest, but since this guy's flesh was as good as armor, I didn't hit him in the right place.

Hope burns in my heart that if I can hurt him, I can kill him too!

The big guy was clearly enraged, and he waved his stick like crazy, shouting in a language I didn't understand (if his mouth was still a mouth, howling would be a language).

I didn't give him a chance to attack again, and directly sent all the five crossbow arrows in the repeater into his heart along the wound just now. I don't know what this guy's physiology looks like, but that should be enough to kill him. Sure enough, the big guy snorted, and his stick-wielding hand suddenly stopped stiffly in the air, and his fat body fell to the ground, motionless.

I held my sword in both hands and carefully kicked him in the head. The big guy should be dead and didn't react at all.

I slowly lowered the sword in my hand, straightened my waist, and a self-consoling smile crossed the corner of my mouth: "So this is what was put in the dungeon, it doesn't seem to be very good, how can you compete with someone like me?"

Keep going...... It's the kind of guy all the way, and every time I show up, my heart stops beating for a second. It's so scary, a big monster jumps out of the dark dungeon passage and roars in your ear, and anyone will go crazy. But after killing a few more of them, I'm getting used to the big guys with a faint green glow.

Turning a corner, going down the stairs, smashing a wooden door, three or four more guys came out. Lifeless eyes, stiff arms, waving wooden sticks. In the silence I felt the malice they revealed. I clenched the charge repeater in my hand, it was a bit difficult to deal with.

I suddenly felt that something was wrong. In addition to the rancid smell of monsters, there was also a faint fragrance in the air. A smell that is reassuring when you smell it, just like the smell of the big sister next door patting your head to comfort you, makes people feel safe for a moment.

I froze in place for a moment, monsters, treasures, Saint King Leon, hero badges...... It's all gone. It was as if he had returned to Zenda, and saw the familiar gray city wall, the bearded Kai instructor, the Suke greeting guests with a spring breeze, and the slave trader Ramon with a dagger in his hand.

At this moment, I miss them immensely. At some point, Zenda implanted a sense of home in my heart.

By the time I came to my senses, I found myself in danger - damn it, when did they surround me? I was okay to fight one by one, it wouldn't be fair for these big guys to beat one of them! Besides, these big guys were so powerful that my sword would tremble as I blocked to eliminate the force.

However, the battle is like that, there is nothing fair or unfair. The winner is king, and the loser can only die!

Without hesitation, I sent an arrow into the eye of a monster. It looked like it was their weak spot, and the monster fell to the ground and roared helplessly. Gradually, his limbs spread out and he no longer moved.

The rest of the group gradually approached, and it was evident that the death of their companion did not frighten them, but made them cautious and stop fighting. They still have a certain level of intelligence, what kind of monsters are these?!Who put this extremely aggressive guy in the dungeon?Saint King Leon, or someone else?

I have a quick answer to the second question, St. King Leon. Only he has the power to do this, and these creatures are locked up here by him to prevent them from escaping. Maybe he didn't expect that they would be able to run out and become the guards of the treasure in a daze.

The encirclement gradually narrowed, and the leader raised the wooden stick in his hand and was about to slash at my head.

I was a little desperate and a little relieved. It's not easy to get all the way here, just dedicate yourself to the revolutionary cause, and maybe you can get the name of a martyr.

At that moment, an arrow emerged from the darkness and headed straight for its throat. The big guy snorted, and then fell to the ground motionless, dead.

I just don't know how to express my feelings. I didn't expect anyone other than me to break into the treasure cave!

The hidden man slowly came out of the corner. He was dressed in yellow and covered his face with a blue scarf. The hat on the head has a small pointed bump in the center and a symbol of the moon in the center of the hat. Judging from his forehead and eyebrows, this man should not be very old, and he belongs to a young man like me.