They could hear Becleral's wild roar all the way down the hallway.

At this time, the two dragonmen came to their senses. One of them ran up the stairs and shouted at the top of his voice.

He used the language of the dragons, but Calamon knew what it meant when he used pigs.

"The prisoner has escaped!

His call summoned the stumbling footsteps of the stairs.

The goblin glanced at the dragonman's corpse and immediately fled back to his guardhouse as if dead, shouting in panic with the dragonman.

The other guard, quickly gaining his footing, jumped into the cell.

But now Calamon was on his feet. There is only action. He can handle the situation.

The stout warrior reached out and pinched the dragonman's neck, and as soon as he pulled his big hand, the guy collapsed to the ground.

Calamon quickly snatched his sword from the rapidly petrified dragonmen.

"Caramon, watch your back!" Wade saw another guard, sword raised, rushing into the cell.

Calamon turned around just in time to see Lena give him a kick in the chest, causing him to fall.

Térokosi stabbed the second guard in the chest with his knife, forgetting to pull it out in excitement.

The Kand noticed another petrified corpse and immediately lunged at his knife. Too late.

"Leave it alone!" Calamon ordered, and Wade reluctantly stood up.

They could now hear the roar overhead, the sound of claws and boots on the stairs.

The goblin had climbed the stairs and was now in front of them.

His shouts drowned out the footsteps of the rushing soldiers.

Calamon somehow looked at the stairs, then at the hallway behind Belcleral.

"That's right, Calamon, follow Belclery," Lena said urgently. "Come with him! Can't you see?

'She's calling me!' he said. It was his sister's voice! he could hear her. That's why he suddenly went crazy. ”

"That's right......" Calamon stared blankly down the hallway. He could hear the dragonmen, running down the stairs, armor and swords crashing against the stone walls.

They only have a few seconds. "Follow me—"

Lena grabbed Calamon's arm. Her nails dug deep into his muscles, and she forced him to turn his head to look at herself.

The red hair looked like a burning flame under the torches.

"No!" she said firmly. "They're going to catch him, and that's the end of it — 'I have a plan. Let's go our separate ways.

Findley and I lure them away. We'll buy you time.

No problem, Calamon," she said insistingly as she saw him shake his head.

"There's also a corridor to the east. I saw it when I came in.

They'll chase us in that direction. Go away, don't let them see you!"

Calamon hesitated for a moment, his face twitching in pain.

"This is the end, Calamon!" said Lena. "It's the same for both good and evil.

You must follow him, you must help him find her! Hurry up, Calamon! You are the only one who can protect him. He needs you!"

Lena actually pushed him away. Calamon took a step and looked back at her.

"Lina ......," he began, trying to convince him not to adopt this crazy plan.

But before he could finish, Lena kissed him quickly, grabbed the sword from the dragonman's hand, and rushed out of the prison door.

"I'll take care of her, Calamon!" Wade assured, running after Lena, the package flicking around.

Calamon looked at her back. The goblin jailer screamed in fear when he saw Lena rushing at him with her sword in hand.

The jailer tried to catch her, but Lena slashed the goblin's throat open, causing him to make a strange gurgling sound and shoot out of foul-smelling blood.

Lena ignored the corpse lying on the ground and ran down the corridor to the east.

Tysohov, who had been following Lena, suddenly stopped at the top of the stairs.

The dragonmen could see them now, and Karamon could hear the Kander's shrill insults at the guards.

"Dog meat eater - blood is like jelly, goblin loving guy!"

Wade then ran away, following Lena, who had disappeared from Calamon's sight.

Enraged by the insults of the Cooks and the sight of the prisoners fleeing, the Dragonmen did not take the time to search carefully at all.

Without thinking about it, they chased after the quick-moving Kande, their curved swords glowing strangely, their long tongues chattering in their desire to kill.

Calamon realized a few minutes later that he was alone. He wasted a precious moment looking at the dark cells around him.

Nothing can be seen. The only thing he could hear was Wade yelling "Dog meat eater." Then everything calmed down.

"I'm the only one left...... Calamon thought. "I lost them...... Lost everyone.

I've got to catch up. He was about to walk in the direction of the stairs, when he paused again.

"No, and Belclery. He was also alone. Lena was right.

He needs me now, he needs me. ”

Calamon finally thought it through, turned around and ran awkwardly down the hallway north, chasing the Eternals.

"The dragoons will pitch to Germany. ”

Eriakas lazily watched the whole process, he wasn't tired of the ritualized stuff.

Quite the opposite. It was not his idea to convene this combat meeting. In fact, he was against the meeting.

But he had to be measured and not to oppose the proposal too vehemently.

This may make him look timid, and he won't tolerate timid fellows after darkness. No, this combat meeting will definitely not be boring......

At the thought of his darkness, he turned his head slightly and looked at the fireplace above him. It was the most majestic fireplace in the whole hall, and the throne inside was still empty.

The door to this throne was blocked by the living darkness.

There are no steps leading to this throne. That door was the only way to get in and out. As for where that door leads?

Let's put it this way, it's better for humans not to think about it too often. No mortal had ever crossed that iron gate.

After the darkness has not yet arrived. This did not surprise him. These rituals of the beginning, it didn't matter to her. Eriakas was half-reclining against his throne.

His gaze shifted from the throne behind the darkness to the platform of the Dark Maiden. Of course Ella was already there. It was her moment of victory, at least that's what she thought.

Eriakas cursed under his breath.

"Let her go!" he murmured, listening absentmindedly as the master of ceremonies repeated the name of Toude.

"I'm ready. ”

Ariacas suddenly realized that something was not quite right. What? What happened?

He was just concentrating on his thoughts, not noticing what was going on around him. What went wrong?

Quiescence...... This damn silence...... How? He struggled to remember what he had just heard.

Finally he remembered, his eyes sharpening at the second throne on his left.

The troops inside the main hall, most of them dragonmen, squirmed restlessly under his feet, all eyes on the empty throne.

Although Toude's troops were present, and his banner and other dragoons were present in the hall, the throne was empty.

Robert looked from the steps he stood on in front of Ella's throne and looked at the same place as Ireakas.

When the half-elf heard the name, the image of the goblin came to mind, and he had seen him standing in the dust of Vero Road.

The image reminded him of the beginning of the journey, that warm autumn day.

Reminds him of Hubble and Stone...... Robert gritted his teeth and forced himself to focus on what was happening in front of him.

The past is over, it won't be repeated, and he sincerely hopes that it will soon be forgotten.

"What about Toude?" said Eriakas angrily. The troops inside the hall began to exchange heads. No dragoon had ever dared to disobey orders and not participate in combat meetings before.

A human officer walks up the stairs to the empty throne. He stood on the top floor (he was not allowed to go any further) and sobbed for a moment, facing the black eyes below, in fear.

And to make matters worse, there was the dark shadow above Ireakas. He took a deep breath and began to report.

"I regret to inform Your Excellency, and Your Majesty after the Darkness. ”

He glanced nervously at the throne, which was thankfully empty, "Dragoon—uh—former Dragoon, who was unfortunately and unfortunate to be killed. ”

Robert was standing closest to Ella's throne when he heard a disdainful voice coming from under his helmet.

Snickerers began to be heard from the dragon crowd, and the officers exchanged "long-expected" looks.

Eriakas, though, didn't think it was funny.

"Who would dare to kill a dragoon?" he asked angrily, and at the sound of his voice, and the anger it contained, everyone fell silent.

"Yes—it's in Candlemore, my lord," replied the officer, his voice echoing through the vast space. The officer paused for a moment.

Even from this distance, Robert could still see the man's hand, nervous and relaxed and clenched, clenched and relaxed.

Obviously, he still has bad news and is reluctant to continue.

The officer apparently knew something internal, and was now tasked with figuring out what was really going on.

Robert was forced to stay by Ella's side for the time being, even though she scoffed at her own thoughts.

But the half-elf has always believed that Ella truly loves her, and although she is unwilling to rescue Lorana, she will not harm Robert's safety.

Why did she delay showing up after the darkness, Candlemore's so-called dragoon was just a pawn for her.