"No, I don't think so. Ella replied. She turned to watch Robert close the door.

"From now on, when he lies beside her at night, he will find himself thinking about me.

He will remember the last words I said, and he will be moved by my words.

I gave them happiness, and she had to endure my image in his heart from now on.

I have poisoned the seedlings of their love for each other. My revenge on them is over.

Now, did you bring what I wanted?"

"Yes! Sir Southe replied, and with a spell something materialized in his hand, and his skeletal hand reached out and solemnly placed it at her feet.

Ella held her breath, the light in her eyes almost as bright as Sir South's.

"Great! Assemble the troops. We're going to take Eriakas and send it to Karaman's Flying Fortress.

Then we had to retreat and regroup. ”

Sir Souths pointed to what was in front of him. "Now it's completely yours.

Those who dare to resist you are either dead or run away in a hurry before I can catch them. ”

"Their end has come. Ella put away her sword. "You have done a good job, Sir South, and you will be rewarded.

I think there will always be elven women in this world. ”

"You order that the damned must die. What do you think deserve to live—" Sir South, looking at the door, "you should live, remember, among so many who serve you, Daughter of Darkness, only I can offer your immortal loyalty, which I am honored to provide."

My warrior will return to Daga Fort as instructed by you, where we will await your orders. ”

He bowed to the ground, and his inerent hand grasped her. "Goodbye, Ella," he paused for a moment.

"How does it feel to bring joy to the cursed form, my dear? you make my terrible nightmare of death funny. If only I had known you before I was alive!" the transparent image smiled.

"But, anyway, I have time. Maybe I can wait until someone shares the throne with me—"

The cold bones of her hands caressed Ella's skin, and she couldn't help but shiver all over, and what she saw was a myriad of never-ending nights waiting for her.

The image was so vivid that even after Ser South's disappearance, Ella couldn't come back to her senses for a while.

She was alone in the darkness at the moment, and for a moment, she felt fear. The temple shook around her.

Ella leaned against the wall, feeling alone and scared. So lonely!

Then her foot touched something on the ground. She bent down and thankfully held it tightly with her hand.

She held the thing in her hand high, this is the real thing, the real thing, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Without the light of torches shining on its golden surface and dazzling rubies, Ella didn't need the light of fire to appreciate such a thing.

She stood alone in the hallway, her hand stroking the blood-stained crown for a long time.

Robert and Lolana run down the spiral staircase to the dungeon, where Robert stops at the jailer's table and looks at the goblin's corpse.

Lolana saw him hesitantly looking north and shouted at him.

"Hurry up," she shivered, pointing to the east. "You don't want to go to that part of the north, that's them...... Shut me up—" She quickly turned her head with a pale face as she heard the prisoner's roar coming from that direction.

A dragonman hurried over. Perhaps a deserter, Robert saw that he saw the officer's armor shrink a little.

"I'm looking for Calamon. Robert said, crying. "They must have been brought here. ”

"Calamon?" asked Lolana, surprised. "What-"

"He came with me. Robert said. "And Lena and Wade, Hubble—" He paused, shaking his head.

"Well, if they've been here. They must be gone now. Let's go. ”

Lorana blushed. She looked back at the stairs, then at Robert.

"Robert—" she stammered, his hand covering her mouth.

"We still have time. Now we have to find our way out!"

As if in response to his words, another violent tremor shook the entire temple.

This time it was more intense than ever, causing Lorana to hit the wall.

Robert's face, already pale from tiredness, grew paler as he tried to stand still.

There was a loud noise in the corridor to the north. Suddenly, a thick puff of smoke erupted from that direction, and the original noise stopped.

Robert and Lolana began to run eastward as if desperate, constantly past cracked pillars and corpses.

The temple began to shake again. They can no longer stand on their feet.

Crawling forward hand and foot, they could do nothing but watch in a daze, frightened manner, as the hallway began to move and deform, wriggling like snakes.

Together, they slipped under a girder, hugging each other and watching the floor and walls sway up and down.

They could hear a strange sound coming from their heads, not the sound of a boulder falling, but more like the sound of a boulder rolling. Then everything fell silent.

They staggered to their feet and began to run again, fear giving them unparalleled strength.

There is a violent vibration every few minutes. Robert was afraid that the ceiling would fall every time, and every time he looked up, he realized that it was the same as before.

The two of them listened in fear to the strange noise coming from overhead, and they were overwhelmed with fear, maybe it would be better to let it collapse like this.

"Robert!" Rolana suddenly shouted. "Air! fresh air!"

Withering, the last of their strength flowed through the winding hallway to a door that swayed back and forth.

There was a pool of red blood on the ground, and—"Wade's package!" Robert muttered.

He knelt down and searched for the Kander's scattered treasures. Then his heart sank and he shook his head sadly.

Lorana knelt beside him and held him with both hands.

"At least he's been here, Robert. He got so far away. Maybe he escaped. ”

"He's never going to leave these treasures behind. Robert said. Sitting on the shaking ground, the half-elf looked at Hongraka outside.

"Look. He said hoarsely to Lorana.

"That's the end, and maybe the Kandes are in the same situation. Look!" he pointed angrily, seeing the usual calmness on her face, refusing to admit that he had been defeated.

Lolana looked out.

The cold wind that swept across her face now felt ironic, for the breeze brought with it the smell of smoke and blood, and the cries of dying life.

The sky was lit up with orange flames, and hordes of dragons fought in the sky, some of the dragoons were fighting for power, some for power.

The night sky is lit up with spitting flames and lightning.

Dragonmen scurry around the streets, frantically slashing and slashing every creature they come across, killing each other without mercy.

"Evil kills each other. Lorana whispered, resting her head on Robert's shoulder and looking at the horror in front of her.

"What does that mean?" he asked wearily.

"Elistan used to say. She replied. The temple shook again.

"Ilistan!" Robert smiled sadly. "Where is his god now? Look down from their castle among the stars and enjoy the thrilling sight.

After darkness has gone, the temple is about to be destroyed. We're stuck here. There's no way we're going to live more than three minutes out there—"

Then his breath got stuck in his throat. He gently pushed Lolana away, leaning over and rummaging through Wade's treasures.

He hastily swept away a broken piece of blue crystal, a piece of poplar wood, a piece of jade, a piece of white chicken feathers, a withered black rose, a dragon's tooth, and what appeared to be a hand-carved statue of a dwarf.

Between these things is a small gold ornament with reflections from the hellish scenery outside.

Robert picked it up and tears began to drip from him. He gripped it tightly with his hand, feeling its sharp edge press against his palm.

"What's that?" asked Lolana, confused, her voice filled with fear.

"Forgive me!" Robert whispered. He pulled Lorana closer and opened his palm in front of her.

In his hand was a small, delicate ring, made of yellow gold, with a fine carving of ivy.

Around that ring, still sleeping under the magic, was a golden dragon.

Chapter 32 of the text is the ending of good and evil

"Okay! We're outside the gates. Calamon whispered to his twin brother, his eyes on the expectant dragonmen.

"You're with Lena and Findley. I'm going back to Robert. I'll take this group of dragonmen with me—"

"No need, brother. Rodrith whispered, his golden eyes glistening in the red moonlight of Nurintari.

"There's nothing you can do to help Robert, his fate is in your own hands. The mage looked at the sky lit by flames and filled with dragons. "You are still in danger, and so are those who trust in you. ”

Lena stood wearily beside Calamon with a pained expression on her face.

Wade's expression, though as happy as ever, was pale, and there was regret and wisdom in his eyes that had never been seen in the eyes of the Kande.

Calamon looked at them, his face solemn.

'All right!'" he said, "what are we going to do from here?" Rodelis raised his hand and pointed to the sky. The black robe was faintly shining, and his hand was set off by the night sky as if it were only a bone.

"There's a light over there—"

They all turned their heads, not even the dragonmen. Behind this desolate plain, the shadow of a mountain can be seen in Karamon.

There was a little shiny white light on it, flickering steadily, like a falling star.

"There's someone waiting for you over there," Mr. Rodlis said.