Her only motivation now was fear, she knew it.

Soon this force will also leave her. Then she'd collapse down the hallway, tired and sad, with no strength to care about the dragonman—and then.

"Fresh air!" she whispered.

She had just thought Wade was lying, so that she could keep going.

But now she could feel a breeze blowing on her cheeks. Hope has made the lead-heavy legs lighter again.

She looked back and felt that the dragonmen's speed had slowed down, and perhaps they knew they would never be able to catch us!!

"Hurry up, Wade!" she shouted. The two of them kept running forward with the new strength, and the smell of fresh air became stronger and stronger.

Rounding a corner, they all came to a sudden stop, and Tyro Kochy stepped on a small rock!

"So that's why they're slowing down," Lena said softly.

The hallway came to an end. Two wooden doors sealed the exit. The door has a small window with iron bars on it, allowing the night air to blow into the dungeon.

Both she and Wade could see the scenery outside, and freedom was in front of them, but they couldn't touch it.

"Don't give up!" Wade said after a pause. He quickly regained his composure, ran forward and pushed the door open—but it locked.

"Damn," Wade squirmed, looking at the two doors. Calamon might be able to knock it open, or he could split the lock with a sword. But neither he nor Lena could do it.

Wade bent down to inspect the lock, and Lena leaned against a wall, wearily closing the ceiling.

Blood was pounding in her brain, and her feet were in pain.

She tasted the bitter taste of tears in her mouth and found herself unable to hold back her tears because of exhaustion and despair.

"Don't cry, Lena!" Wade patted her quickly. "It's a very simple lock, and I can get us out right away.

Don't cry, Lena. I'll just need a little bit of time, but you'll have to be prepared to face the dragonmen.

As long as they don't bother me......"

"Okay," Lena swallowed tears.

She hurriedly wiped her nose with the back of her hand, turned to her sword, and faced the hallway so Wade could concentrate on the locks.

It was a simple, very simple lock, and he looked at it with satisfaction, and there was a very simple mechanism on it, and he didn't understand why he bothered to do so.

I don't know why they are in such trouble...... Simple lock ...... Simple Trap ......

The words echoed in his head. He had thought about it before.

Wade looked up at the door in surprise and felt like he had been to this place before!

But no, it can't be.

Wade shook his head in exasperation and rummaged through the package for tools. Then he stopped.

Cold fear overwhelmed the Kander, shaking him so incessantly that he could barely move.

That dream!

This was the door he had seen in Sivanasti's dream. This couldn't be simpler lock, and a simple mechanism!

Lena fought behind his back...... Death......

"Here they were, and the hand that held the sword was sweating. She glanced at him quickly. "What are you doing? Why don't you hurry up?"

Wade couldn't answer. He could hear the footsteps of the dragonmen, and the gruff laughter of the dragon when he knew there was no way to escape his prey.

They rounded the corner, and Wade laughed louder and louder when he heard them see the way Lena held the sword.

"I don't think I can help it, Lena," Wade said with a wincing winch, looking at the lock in fear.

"Findley," Lena said quickly, solemnly, with her eyes fixed on the enemy, without looking back, "we can't be taken prisoner, for they know about Belclery!"

They're going to make us tell us everything about Bercleral, Wade! You know what they're going to do to make us tell the truth—"

"You're right!" Wade said grumblingly. "I'll give it a try. ”

You have the courage to walk ...... That's what Evan told him. Wade took a deep breath and took out another slender iron wire from the bag.

Anyway, he told his trembling self that what could be a more exciting adventure for the Kandes than death?

Hubble is still running around there alone! Maybe if you're in trouble......

Wade's hand was now fairly steady, and he carefully inserted the wire into the keyhole and began the delicate work.

Suddenly there was a rude roar behind him, and he heard Lena scolding and the sound of gold and iron.

Wade glanced back stealthily. Lena had never learned the art of wielding a sword, but she was a professional bar brawl expert.

The blade in her hand kept fluttering, and she kicked with her feet, dug with her hands, banged her head and bit with her teeth.

Her furious attacks sent all the dragonmen back. Each of them had bloody cuts, and one of them had a large pool of blood on the ground and one arm hanging limply.

But she couldn't hold them back for long.

Wade turned back to get back to work, only now his hands were shaking again, and his clumsy hands couldn't grasp the delicate work.

All he had to do was open the lock and not touch the mechanism. He could see the mechanism, a small poison needle controlled by a spring.

Don't panic!he commanded himself. Is this like the Kande? He reinserted the wire, and this time his hand was steady again. Suddenly, just as he could open the lock, he was hit.

"Hey!" he said, turning to Lena in exasperation. "Be careful," he suddenly shut up.

He said exactly the same thing.

In his dreams, at this time, he would see Lena lying at his feet, blood seeping through her red curls.

"Don't!" Wade shouted angrily. The wire slipped, and his hand touched the lock.

The lock curry opened with a thud. It was followed by a faint voice, barely audible, a sound that resembled "Kada". The trap was touched.

Wade's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at the tiny drop of blood on his finger, and then at the tiny golden needle popping out of the lock. The dragonman has now captured him. Wade ignored them. It doesn't matter anyway.

His hand felt a tingling pain. The pain quickly crept up his arm and spread throughout his body.

I wouldn't feel it when the venom ran to my heart, he told himself in a daze.

I didn't feel anything at that time.

Then he heard the sound of the trumpet, the noise of the noisy, brass trumpet.

He'd heard it before. Where? In Tassis, just before the dragon attacks. Then the dragonman who had grabbed him disappeared and scrambled back down the hallway.

"It must be some kind of siren," Wade thought, noticing that his legs could no longer hold up.

He slid to the floor and sat down beside Lena. He reached out a trembling hand and gently stroked her blood-stained red curls.

Her face was pale, and her eyes were tightly closed.

"I'm sorry, Lena," Findley felt as if something was holding on to her throat.

The pain spread quickly, and his hands and feet were numb. He couldn't move.

"I'm sorry, Calamon. I tried, I really tried—" Wade sobbed quietly, leaning against the wall and waiting for the darkness to take him away.

There was a moment when Robert couldn't move when he heard Lolana's heartbroken cry, and he had no intention of moving anyway.

If any god could hear him, he prayed to the merciful God to kill him with lightning on the spot at this time, when he knelt before the darkness.

But God was not so gracious. After the darkness, his attention shifted elsewhere, and the shadow left him.

Robert struggled to his feet, his face full of shame. He couldn't look directly at Lorana, and he didn't dare face Ella.

Because he knew that he would see the pleasure of mockery in those brown eyes.

But there was something more important in Ella's mind. It was her moment of victory. Her plan was complete.

Just as Robert was about to volunteer to escort Lorana, she reached out and hugged him, coldly pushed him aside, and stood in front of him.

"Finally, I wish to reward my subordinate for helping to capture Lorana Serasa, Sir South.

He wants you to give him her soul so that he can take revenge on the elven woman who cursed him so long ago.

If he was cursed to live in darkness forever, then he hoped that this elven woman would be able to enjoy the same fate as him after death. ”

"No," Lolana looked up, fear penetrating her numb mind. "No!" she kept saying.

She took a step back, trying to find a way out, but there was no way out.

The ground was crowded with dragonmen, all looking at her with longing eyes. She looked at Robert again in despair.

His face was gloomy and full of hatred, and he glared at the human woman not at her, but with a burning gaze.

Lolana had already begun to regret her gaffe, and she had made up her mind that she would rather die than show fear in front of these two people, and never again.

She looked up proudly, regaining her composure.

Robert didn't see Lolana at all. Ella's words were like a hammer to his head, making him unable to see anything clearly, unable to think about anything.

He took a frantic step forward and walked over to Ella. "You betrayed me!" he said.

"That's not the plan!"

"Shhhhhh "Or you'll spoil everything!"

Ella didn't look panicked at all, she stared coldly at the scene in front of her. Because she didn't really plan to help Robert in the first place, but wanted to take this opportunity to hit the half-elf, the guy who didn't know what to do.

In order to cover Calamon, the dream scenario of Lena actually came true, and she died in this originally foreseeable tragedy.

Calamon instantly fell into a deep remorse, and he thought it was useless to blame him for all this.