While André was still inspecting the nearby ground to determine where to go next, Siggett placed the prisoner on his shoulder by the lampstand. The king sat down slowly leaning on the lampstand, he did not have the same strong stamina as the dwarves, as a human, although Sigurt could burst out with enough strength to rival Andrei in a short period of time, and even his speed could catch up with Krus, but that required abundant physical strength as a guarantee.

"I need a break, you find your way and talk to me. The king put his head against the lamppost to relax himself without being completely relaxed, and he did not want to fall asleep. Sigget's gaze was gradually engulfed by darkness along the faint light of the lampstand, he had never been afraid of the dark, whether it was as the inheritor of the kingdom of the blue lion, or as an adventurer who wandered between life and death, he regarded the darkness as the same thing as the light. But today, he realized that he might be wrong.

"Don't think about those weird things. I don't want to fight with some inexplicable monster here. The dwarven voice interrupted the king's thoughts just in time, and André knew what a terrible thing could become of the mind in the dark heart. Besides, he can't guarantee that they are the first people to visit here, once a dwarf strayed into the heart and found that there is an entire nuclear gold town inside, and the most terrifying thing is that the metal dummies in the town are still acting like living creatures.

Shaking his head to dispel the horrible thought, André followed the lines of the ground to the end of the lampstand's illuminated range, his excellent dwarven eyesight allowed him to see farther through the light, but in this place, it didn't make much sense. How to leave the heart of the dark is a topic that the dwarves have discussed for a long time. Unfortunately, while these sons of the mountains did discover many of the properties of nuclear gold, the way to escape from this dark cage was not among them.

"Do you hear that?" asked the king, who had been pretending to be asleep, suddenly.

"Hear what?" the somewhat agitated dwarf walked up to his friend, but he didn't hear anything. And Siggert obviously wouldn't joke at such a time, and the invisible tension made Andrei's throat tighten a little. "You'd better not be talking in your dreams. ”

"It's not a dream, there's something, in the dark. It's whispering... It's too vague for me to hear. The human frowned and stood up with his hands on the ground, but then half-knelt down again, trying to find a place where he could hear his whispers more clearly.

Hearing this, the dwarf's backhand was a slap in Sigget's face, making a crisp sound. "Smack!" Although André didn't use all of his strength, the dwarf's broad palm still made the king's face jerk to the side.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Sigget, who was attacked by his companions, subconsciously covered his cheek, and the dwarf's slamming caused him to have severe tinnitus in his right ear, and it was not until a long time later that he slowly regained his hearing.

"Do you still hear that voice?" Andre straightened up, looking at his friend condescendingly (because humans were kneeling), the expression on his face indicating that the attack was definitely not a joke. His left and right hands kept swapping positions to hold the hammer, a sign of the dwarf's restlessness.

"I don't think so, but I don't know if it's stopped or if you've knocked my ears deafened. You bearded potato. The king shook his head to get rid of the vertigo from the tinnitus, and he told his companions his grievances with a term that he could only use in times of extreme anger.

"Listen to Sigget, many of my people have come out of the dark heart alive, but most of them have died inside. And those who are alive say that those who remain in the darkness claim that they heard some kind of whisper, and I don't want to be alone in front of your angry soldiers. Andrei shrugged, then glanced at the captive lying by the lamppost. "Look, if I don't stop you, you'll be like that. ”

When the king heard the dwarf's words, he also looked at the steppe priest. He saw that the unlucky guy rolled his eyes at some point, and the uncomfortable black liquid slowly flowed out of the seven orifices on his head, forming a terrible pattern on his face. The priest was visibly unconscious, but his body was bowing as if he had been electrocuted, and his body was convulsing silently.

"Hell, what's going on with this guy?" Siggett was startled by the appearance of the captive, his attention just now was all focused on the perception of the whispers in the darkness, and he didn't notice that the guy next to him had become like this.

"Well, strictly speaking, there are many explanations for this state, but according to you humans, he is demon-possessed. The dark heart had invaded his head. The dwarf wiped the beard from the corner of his mouth, and the weapon in his hand was ready to be struck. As long as this humanoid creature made any threatening move, Andre would not hesitate to smash his head.

However, before the two could discuss further, the steppe priest made the first move. I saw that this guy folded his limbs backwards and lifted his body up like a quadruped. His mouth began to open and close rapidly, as if to say something, but even in this absolutely quiet space, Andre and Siggert did not hear anything. The nomad's head turned to the two of them, his white eyes swept over the faces of the dwarves and humans, but the creature was more like a giant insect than a human could bend his neck, and the priest looked more like a giant insect than a human.

The monster smiled at the corners of its mouth, and then moved its limbs in unison and ran quickly towards the darkness outside the lampstand. "Don't let him run!" shouted the dwarf, striding forward. Siegert was caught off guard by the chain of events, and he didn't yet understand why Andre was chasing after the man who seemed to have lost his mind. However, out of trust in his friend, the king ran in the direction where the priest had disappeared. When he looked back at the lampstand out of nostalgia, Siggett was surprised to find that the lampstand, which was originally the thickness of his arm, had somehow become as thin as a toothpick.

"What the hell is this. The king cursed in a low voice and ran into the darkness.

After all the people left the range of the lamp, the creature made of nuclear gold disappeared completely, melting into the ground as if it had never existed at all.