A sandstorm in the distance on the Gobi cut off Andy's vision, and he couldn't figure out where the fleeing Auston people came from, but he knew that the fire of the valley had caused the king of Auston in the north to list the "Storm Prophet" as an undesirable magician. It seems that Tyron and Eric's plot has worked, and that the Austonians on horseback are likely the bounty hunters who have come to take his head.

Andy lowered himself to find the nearest route to Greystone Castle before it was flooded by a sandstorm, and when he saw a fleeting light, he immediately put away the idea of attacking Greystone. Instead of going toe-to-toe with the Saxons, it is better to rescue Xia Zuo unknowingly.

There were constant wails in the dimly lit Greystone Fort dungeon, and Xia Zuo stuck his head into the barrel, and then shouted: "It's useless for you to shout out your throat, the most valuable clues are given to that stupid big man, let's wait here for death!" "I'm your friend, please don't do this to me!" he continued, repeating useless reasons, hoping that the Saxons would give him a way to live.

Suddenly, a soft singing voice came from the cell next door. "Listen, harvest festival ballads, in Auston!" said Jarvis, who stopped shouting, and whispered. Xia Zuo listened carefully with his ears sideways, although he was adventuring with Andy, he was not yet proficient in Auston, especially in this special place. "Your life is about to be gone, do you still have the heart to listen to the song?" Xia Zuo complained. Jarvis left the stake and walked over to the barrel and whispered, "Do you know?" Chazzo replied with wide eyes, "What do you know?" Jarvis said slyly, "The barrel you used just now was used by the Saxons to hold dung. ”

Xia Zuo heard the words of the "ghost hand" and turned his head to sniff the wooden barrel next to him carefully, and then bent down and vomited wildly. Jarvis smiled with satisfaction at the embarrassment of Xia Zuo, then closed his eyes and continued to listen to the beautiful ballad. After a few moments, Xia Zuo wiped the stain from his mouth and complained, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could have found the Black Bow and Arrow back to the camp, but you tricked me into coming here. ”

Jarvis looked indifferent, he simply sat on the ground and told Xia Zuo what he thought. It turned out that Dr. Bunier did not betray his friend for his own greed, he said that he was a down-and-out royal, and that the task of reviving the Bunier race had fallen to him alone, or so he said. Xia Zuo didn't have a good impression of the Bunier royal family, and now the two of them were naked and in the same cell, which distorted his concept of status superiority. Jarvis looked at the indifferent Shazo and continued: "I am for the revival of the Bunirs, we must open the Shrine of the Grimire with the Time Key, and you also know about the fall of the Tower of Time, without Tyron, we Bunir will always be free, but now we have been reduced to the role of slaves. ”

The singing in the next cell suddenly stopped, and then came a sweet greeting, "Aren't you Saxons, can we talk then?" Jarvis had a very lewd expression when he heard this, and he glared at his eyes and grinned, as if he had found the lover of his dreams that he had been missing day and night. He cleared his throat, then straightened up and threw the weeds on his shoulders. "We are the Bunier people from the Echo Valley of the Cloud Mountains. Jarvis replied to the next room's question with a very contrived emphasis.

"Oh, so you're really not Saxons, so I'm relieved. With that, the sweet singing voice came again. Xia Zuo walked to the corner of the cell and sat there, then tidied up the damp weeds. Jarvis looked at Xia Zuo who was about to sleep in surprise, and then asked nobly, "What are you going to do in such a place?" Xia Zuo put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, although Yalvis's harsh tone annoyed him, but the singing from next door made him sleepy.

Jarvis stood there very embarrassed, then nodded and said, "Even if you find the treasure of the vast continent, you can't become a true nobleman. With that, Dr. Bunier, known as the "ghost hand", continued to wonder about the identity of the person in the next cell.

With the help of the sandstorm, Andy made it to the place where the light was shining just now, which was a sewer, a pattern that is very common in muddy alleys. The stinking ditch stretches all the way to the interior of the Greystone Castle, and if you are right, you can quickly sneak into the interior of the Greystone Castle without alerting the guards. The smell of fish that permeated the surroundings made Andy disgusting, not to mention walking into the Saxon lair, even if he stayed here for a few more moments, he would be disgusted. Andy reached for his pouch and fumbled for a piece of soft leather that was taken out, and he was suddenly surrounded by a fragrant fragrance.

Andy muttered quietly, "I didn't expect Trace's relics to come in handy." Although the smell of the sewer was disgusting, he was able to hold the leather over his nose a little better. He covered his mouth and nose with his skin, and sure enough, it offset the smell of the surrounding fish. Andy groped his way through the sewers of Greystone, which, according to Brian, was imprisoned in a dungeon with the damn Jarves, and the Greystone Castle complex was so large that it was not easy to find the entrance to the dungeon.

Andy follows the sewer to an iron fence with dirt on the surrounding stones, but there is no entrance to the inside of the fortress. After hesitating, he suddenly heard someone talking overhead. "I'm going to eat those two gnomes sooner or later, and now I'll give them a little dog food so they don't get hungry!

Andy carefully discerned the source of the sound, which should be the direction above his head, according to the analysis of what the other party said, Xia Zor and Jarvis should not be far from here. Looking at the heavy iron fence, Andy was helpless. Although he carried a blitzkrieg on his back, if he smashed the iron fence, the Saxons would surely follow the sound. With that in mind, Andy began to look for other entrances nearby.

Suddenly, the mud under his feet slid a little, and Andy immediately realized that there should be a gap under the iron fence that he could drill through. After some fumbling, he finally found a depression in the corner. Andy secures the blitz and puts Triest's skin over his face. After a quick gasp, Andy sank into the mud and slipped under the iron fence. The moment he emerged from the mud, he wiped his face vigorously, and then prepared to put away the skin that Trist had left him.

Andy felt very strange, there was no sewage on this piece of skin, and the smell was still very sweet. It suddenly occurred to him that Trist was the best apothecary of the Buniers, and that the skin must have been treated by her. Thinking of the old days, a sour feeling welled up in my heart. Andy put away his leather and continued to move forward, the light above his head gradually cleared, and he was already able to see the building above him. Suddenly, a large hand reached down from above and grabbed Andy tightly.