As soon as he recognized it as Beclaire's voice, Calamon immediately continued to rush forward.

The cells had come to an end, and the corridors had shrunk into narrow tunnels. Although there are torches on the walls, they are few and far from each other.

Calamon continued to rush along the tunnel, the roar now becoming clearer.

The warrior tried to speed up, but the floor was sticky and slippery, and the further down you went, the more humid the air became.

He was afraid that he would accidentally fall and was forced to slow down.

The shouting was closer, just ahead of him. The tunnel is getting brighter and brighter, and it must be coming to an end.

Then he saw Berclery. The two dragonmen slashed at him with their swords, and Belclery dealt with them with his bare hands, the emerald on his chest glowing strangely, enveloping the room in a green glow.

It took Berclery's insane strength to hold on for so long.

Blood splattered uncontrollably from the wounds on his face and waist. Calamon stumbled forward on the dirt floor, and Belcleral grabbed the blade of one of the dragonmen with his bare hands.

The cold steel cut into his palm, and he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

Blood flowed onto his arm, and he reversed the knife and pushed the dragonman away. Then he staggered back, gasping for breath.

Another dragonman approached and was ready to slaughter him.

The guards were so focused on the prey in front of them that they didn't see Karamon rushing out of the tunnel. Calamon just had time to remember not to stab these monsters with his sword, or he might risk getting his sword stuck.

He grabbed one of the guards with one hand and snapped his neck neatly.

He dropped the corpse and struck a swift knife at the neck of the rushing dragonman. The guard fell screaming.

"Are you okay, Beclaire?" Callamon turned around and was about to help Becleral when he suddenly felt a bitter pain in his lower back.

Ground stepped back in pain, and turned to see a dragonman. It was clear that he had been hiding in the shadows, perhaps hearing Calamon's footsteps.

The sword was supposed to stab him to death, but because he didn't aim in his hurry, and the heavy armor that Calamon was wearing, it only cut a deep wound.

Calamon fumbled with his sword, backing up, trying to buy time.

The dragonman was not prepared to give him this chance. He raised his sword and rushed towards Karamon.

Everything shook, a flash of green, and the dragonman died at Karamon's feet.

"Belclery!" Calamon was taken aback, pressing his hand against the wound on his waist. "Thank you, you-"

The eternal man seems to know him completely. Then, with a slow nod, he walked away.

"Wait!" Calamon shouted.

Holding back the sharp pain in his lower back, the big man jumped over the dragonman's corpse at his feet and chased after Belclery.

He grabbed Berclery's hand and forced him to stop. "Wait, damn it!"

He kept repeating and wouldn't let go.

This sudden action made him quickly taste the bitter fruit. The room shook before his eyes, forcing Calamon to stand still, wrestling with the pain of his wounds.

When he could open his eyes again, he looked around, trying to figure out where he was.

"Where are we?" he didn't expect any answer, just wanted Berclere to hear his voice.

"Deep, deep under the temple," Belclaire replied in a hollow voice. "I'm close. It's very close. ”

"Yes," Calamon said inexplicably. He pulled Berclerc tightly and looked around.

He ran down the stairs that connected the small circular room. He realized that it was a guard's room, with an old table with a few chairs scattered around it, and a torch on the wall. It makes sense.

The dragonmen here must be guards. Berclery accidentally crashed into them.

But what are they guarding? That's what Calamon wants to know.

Calamon quickly looked at the small room and found nothing.

The room, perhaps twenty feet wide, had been dug out of the rock. A staircase leads to it, and on the other side is an arch.

When Calamon grabbed him, Belclaire was about to go in this direction.

Calamon looked at the arch and didn't see anything special.

It was pitch black behind the door, and he couldn't see anything, and Karamon felt as if he was looking at the chaos that had preceded the creation of heaven and earth by the gods. The only thing he could hear was the sound of the water crashing.

The underground waterways, he thought, no wonder they were so damp here.

He took a step forward and looked at the arch above his head.

The arch is not like this room, which was built by digging a hole in the rock. It was made of rock, and there must have been very elaborate carvings on it, but now nothing can be seen clearly.

They had peeled off a long time ago due to the dampness and the accumulation of time.

As he looked at the arch, hoping to find some clues, Berclercle suddenly grabbed him in a frenzy and nearly knocked Calamon down.

"I know you!" the man shouted.

"Of course," Callamon snorted. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Angela called to me. Berclere said, his eyes shining wildly again.

He turned and stared at the darkness behind the arch. "Right there, I have to go...... Guard...... To stop me. You come with me. ”

Calamon suddenly understood that the guards must be guarding the arch!

What was behind the door? Did they recognize Berclery, or were they just ordered not to let anyone in?

He didn't know the answers to these questions, and then he realized that the answers to those questions didn't matter. Even the question itself doesn't matter.

"You're going in," he said to Belclery. It's not a question, it's just a statement. Belclery nodded, and took a step inside urgently.

If it hadn't been for Calamon pulling him, he would have walked into the darkness without hesitation.

"Wait, we need light," Dahan said with a sigh. "Wait here," patted Bercleral's hand, glaring at him intently, carefully backing away until he could touch the torch on the wall.

Taking it off the shelf, he returned to Berclery.

'I'll go with you,' he said breathlessly, not knowing how long he would be able to endure such wounds and pain.

"Take it, wait for me. He handed the torch to Belclery, and then tore a piece from Belclery's shapeless garment, and tied it tightly to the wound.

He finally took the torch back and continued to the archway, which Callamon felt something float in his face.

"Cobwebs!" he murmured, flapping disgustingly. He looked around in fear, afraid that there would be a lot of spiders. But there was nothing.

He shrugged his shoulders and continued to walk inside without thinking, dragging Belclery with one hand.

The tranquil atmosphere was pierced by the sound of horns.

"It's a trap!" Calamon said with a solemn expression.

"Lena!" Wade shouted proudly in the dungeon hallway. "Your plan worked. ”

The Kander ventured back and looked. "That's right," he said breathlessly. "I think they're all following us,"

"Excellent," Lena murmured. I don't know how, but she didn't really want the plan to be so successful. None of her previous plans had succeeded.

Could this be the first? She stole a glance behind her back. At least six or seven dragonmen were in hot pursuit, all with swords in their hands.

Although the clawed dragonmen can't run as fast as the girls and the Kander, their stamina is amazing.

Lena was a lot ahead of them at first, and it didn't seem like it would last long. She had begun to gasp for breath incessantly, and her lower back hurt so much that she wanted to lie down and rest.

Every second I held up, I gave Calamon more time, she told herself.

I just need to lure the dragonmen that far.

'I ask you, Lena,' Wade stuck out his tongue, his expression as cheerful as ever, but a little pale, "do you know where we're going?"

Lena shook her head, she didn't have the strength to answer. She felt herself slow down and her legs became as heavy as lead.

I looked back and saw that the dragonmen were slowly catching up. She quickly looked around, hoping to find another passage, even a door, a cave, anything as long as she could hide in.

But there was nothing. The hallway in front of me was empty. It's a narrow, long, gradual upward corridor that seems to have no end.

Then she suddenly felt very excited. She slowly adjusted her breathing and looked at Wade, who was a little fuzzy in the smoke from the torches.

"This corridor...... On the ...... up," she said breathlessly.

Wade blinked in confusion, and then he suddenly understood.

"It's going out!" he shouted excitedly. "You did it, Lena!"

"Maybe......" Lena could only squeeze out the sentence.

"Come on!" Wade exclaimed excitedly, his body filled with new power.

Grabbing Lena's hand, he pulled her forward. "I know you're right, Lena! I smell—" he sniffed, "fresh air! we'll get out......

Find Robert ...... Come back again...... Rescue Calamon—"

Only the Kander can be chased by the dragonmen while still talking, Lena thought tiredly.

"Why do I always feel that all this we are doing is in vain? Lena thought of everything she had been through in the past few days, and her heart felt sour.

Robert is trapped behind the darkness, unable to protect himself, let alone rescue Lorana. And if Scarlet Moon and River Wind lose news, it is estimated that nothing good will happen.

Rodrith had not appeared for many days, presumably because he had completely abandoned his former friend and escaped the war, which had been unfair from the start.