Rodrith looked at his brother, and he saw that the big hands that hugged Wade could be so gentle.

He used to hold me like that, Rodrith thought. His gaze turned to the Kande.

Memories of their youth came to him vividly, carefree and Hubble...... He's dead.

Stone, dead. Warm sunshine, verdant poplar forests in Villo......

Countless nights at the final homehouse...... It was now in ruins, and the poplar trees had been burned to ashes.

"This is the last debt I owe you," Mr. Rodrith said.

"We don't owe each other anything from now on. ”

He ignored the look of gratitude on Calamon's face and instructed them what to do.

"Put him down. You go and deal with the dragonmen. This spell will drain all my attention.

Don't let them bother me. ”

Calamon gently placed Wade in front of Rodlis. The Kande's eyes were staring at the sky, and his body twitched stiffly.

His breath turned into a gurgling sound in his throat.

"Remember, brother," said Rodrith, reaching into the inner pocket of his robe, "you're still wearing the armor of the Dragon Legion, so don't make a big deal of it if you can." ”

"Okay," Calamon gave Wade one last look, then took a deep breath.

"Lena," he said, "lie here and pretend you're still unconscious—"

Lena nodded, lay back, and closed her eyes obediently.

Rodrith heard Calamon jingle around the corner, and he heard his brother's muffled voice.

Then the mage completely forgot about his brother, forgot about the dragonmen who approached, focused on his spells, and forgot everything else around him.

Rodrith took out a white, round pearl from his inner pocket, and in his other hand held a gray-green leaf.

Rodrith pried the Kander's closed jaw open and placed the leaf under his swollen tongue.

The mage looked at the pearl for a moment, summoned the complex spell of the spell back to his mind, and repeated it in his mind until he was sure that it was completely right.

If he makes a mistake, not only will the Kander die, but he will also lose his life with him.

Rodrith put the pearl on his chest, closed his eyes, and began to mumble the mantra, repeating each sentence six times, each time changing the intonation.

He felt a rush of ecstasy, powerful magic flowing through his body.

Consume part of his life force and imprison it in pearls.

The first part of the spell was over, and Rodrith placed the pearl in the heart of the Khand.

He closed his eyes again and chanted the complex incantation again, this time completely upside down.

He slowly crushed the pearl and sprinkled the fine white powder onto Kander's stiff body.

Rodrith's spell is complete. He opened his eyes wearily, proud to see the pain on the Kande's face vanished, replaced by an immense calm.

Wade opened his eyes.

"Rodlis, I'm bashing!" Wade spat out the leaves.

"Disgusting! What kind of disgusting thing is that? How did it get into my mouth?" Wade sat up groggily, then saw his package.

"Hey, who's messing with my stuff?" he looked at the mage reproachfully, and immediately opened his limit.

"Rodlis! You're in a black robe! Awesome! Can I touch it?

Oh, well, you don't need to stare at me like that.

It's just that they look so soft. Hey, does that mean you're really evil now?

Can you perform some evil moves for me to see? I see! I've seen a wizard summon a demon.

Can you do it? A little devil is fine -- you can send it back later.

No?" Wade sighed in disappointment. "Okay, hey, Calamon, what are those dragons doing with you?

What did Lena do? Oh, Calamon, I-"

"Shut up!" Calamon yelled. He frowned and pointed at Wade and Lena.

"The mage and I were going to bring these prisoners to our dragoons, but they tried to resist.

They were very valuable slaves, especially the girl. The Khandman was a clever thief.

We don't want to lose them. They can sell it at a good price in Santa Cressen.

After the darkness is gone, everyone is left to themselves, right?"

Calamon elbows the dragonman. The creature howled in agreement, black reptilian eyes looking greedily at Lena.

"Thief!" Wade felt his self-esteem badly damaged, his shrill voice echoing through the hallway. "I'm—" He swallowed the words, and Lena, who was supposed to be unconscious, punched him in the ribs.

"I'll catch that girl myself," Calamon looked at the drooling dragonman.

"You look at the Khand, and you, go and help the mage. He's cast too many spells and is a little weak now. ”

One of the dragonmen bowed in front of Rodrith and lifted him up respectfully. "You two ......"

Calamon was directing the rest of his soldiers, "ahead of us, making sure there would be no other trouble before leaving the city."

Maybe you can come with us to St. Kese. ”

Calamon picked up Lena and continued. She shook her head, pretending to have just regained consciousness.

The dragonmen nodded in agreement, and one of them grabbed Wade by the collar and rudely pushed him towards the door.

"But my stuff!" Wade writhed and cried.

"Go ahead!" Calamon yelled.

"Oh, well," the Kand man sighed, looking pathetically at the treasure scattered in pools of blood.

"This probably won't be the last stage of my adventure. After all, there is more to an empty bag, my mom used to say. ”

Wade staggered behind the two dragonmen, and Wade looked at the starry sky.

"I'm sorry Ro, Hubble," he said softly. "Wait a little longer. ”

When Robert walked into the room behind the archway, the changes around him were almost incomprehensible.

One moment he was trying to stand his way between the panicked crowd, and the next he was in another dark, cold room, the same room that Ella's troops had been in.

Robert quickly looked around and realized that he was alone.

Although every cell in his body was urging him to run out and continue his search, Robert forced himself to stop, take a breath, and wipe away the blood that kept seeping into his eyes. He tried to remember if there had been a population of the temple before.

The rooms leading to the main hall should have an extremely long corridor leading to the main entrance.

Many years ago, when the temple was built in Ishtar, it must have been built according to some kind of rule.

But the transformation that the temples had just undergone made them meaningless labyrinths.

The corridor is abruptly interrupted where it should have continued, and the corridor that should have been interrupted is suddenly extended indefinitely.

The ground shook beneath his feet, and puffs of dust fell from his head.

A painting fell from the wall and smashed to the ground. Robert doesn't know where Lolana will be.

He saw her walk in, and he didn't know anything else.

She had been locked up in this temple, but it was underground.

He didn't know if she remembered her route when they sent her in, so that she could have a chance to escape.

Robert then discovers that he doesn't really know where he is.

He found a torch still lit and lit the room.

A door hung from a tapestry opened a small crack and swayed back and forth on a broken cabinet. He saw the door leading to a dark hallway.

Robert took a deep breath - and now, he finally knew how to find her!

A gust of air rushed into the room and blew on his left cheek. It was fresh air, mixed with the breath of spring renewal and the quiet atmosphere of the night.

Lorana must have felt the gust of wind as well, and she must have remembered the path that led beyond the temple.

Despite the pain in his head, Robert ran quickly down the hallway, forcing his tired muscles to move.

A group of dragonmen suddenly appeared in front of him, coming from another room.

Robert remembered that he was still wearing an officer's uniform, and he stopped them.

"That elven woman!" he cried, "she must have escaped." Did you see her?"

Judging from their reactions, it was clear that the dragonmen had not seen it at all.

The second group of dragonmen that Robert had encountered was not seen either. Only two lone dragonmen, busy looting for belongings, had seen them, and they vaguely pointed in the same direction, pointing in the direction Robert was now facing.

He rekindled hope.

At this time, the battle in the main hall was over. The lucky dragoon escaped and was joining up with the troops outside the city. Some are at war with each other, others are retreating, waiting to see who will be in charge in the end.

There are two issues that still plague most people. Will the first of these dragons disappear with the darkness as they did after the Second Dragon War, or will they remain in this world?

The second - if these dragons stay, who will be their masters?

Robert desperately restrained himself from thinking about these two questions all the time, and sometimes he would accidentally turn the wrong corner and curse himself at a dead end;

Then he had to retreat back to where he was, to the place where he could feel the fresh air coming in.

In the end, he was too tired to think. Pain and tiredness began to dominate his behavior.

His legs gradually became heavy, and every step was a struggle. His head throbbed, and the wound next to his eye was bleeding again.

The floor began to shake incessantly under your feet. The statue collapsed in front of him, and stones fell from the ceiling, sending dust everywhere.

He was starting to lose faith. While he did follow her only possible path, none of the dragonmen who passed by saw her.

What had happened to her? Could it be- no, he didn't want to think about it anymore.

He continued as he walked forward as he felt fresh air mixed with thick smoke coming in front of him.

The torch ignited the fire. The temple began to sink into flames.

Everything in the fire is so illusory that you can't forget it. Robert's mood was like this bleak scene at this time.