He closed his eyes and tried to open the bar.

His face was flushed, his arm muscles were bruised, and his knuckles were white. It is of no use in the slightest. Calamon gasped and fell to the ground.

"Seston!" Tysokov shouted. "Crack the lock with your axe!"

The dwarves of the valley opened their eyes wide. He looked at the group, and then at the road that Xiumaster had walked.

His face was distorted in pain because he didn't know what to do.

"Seston—" Wade spoke again. An arrow shot past the Khandians.

The dragonman began to shoot arrows into the inside of the prisoner cart. Wade lay on his stomach. "Seston," he began, "help get us out, and you can escape with us!"

Seston's expression was determined. He reached for his axe. The group watched anxiously as Seston groped his shoulders as his axe hung right behind his back.

Finally, he reached for the axe behind his back with one hand and pulled it out. The blade of the axe shone in the morning sun.

Hubble looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but wail. "This axe is older than me!

This must be an antiquity before the Cataclysm! it probably won't even be able to cut through the Kander's head, let alone the lock!

"Shh

Robert commanded everyone, though his own flame of hope was extinguished with the blade of the axe.

It wasn't a tomahawk at all, it was just a small hand axe that had been so badden, full of rust that the dwarves of the valley didn't know where to pick it up, and used it as a weapon.

Sethon tucked the axe between his legs and spat on each hand.

Arrows continued to hit the bars of the prisoner cart, one of which hit Karamon's shield.

Another arrow pierced the sleeve of Lena's blouse, cutting a wound in her arm.

Lena couldn't remember being so scared before, not even when she was attacked by the dragon that day, and she wanted to scream, hoping that Calamon would hold her. But in this situation, Calamon did not dare to move at will.

Lena turned her head to see Scarlet Moon and saw that she was protecting Tyros with her body, and her face was pale but calm.

Lena pursed her lips and took a deep breath. She silently pulled out the arrow stuck in the floor, holding back the pinprick pain in her arm.

She looked south and saw that the dragonmen, who had been disrupted by the sudden attack and the imminent escape of Toude, had reorganized their formation and quickly ran towards the prisoner cart. They shot a rain of arrows from cover.

The cuirass shimmered in the morning light, and each dragonman held his sword in his mouth and ran desperately.

"Dragonman, approaching. She reported to Robert, trying to force her voice not to tremble.

"Hurry up, Seston!" Robert shouted.

The dwarf of the valley swung with all his might, but he didn't hit the lock, and when he struck the iron gate, the shock force almost knocked the axe out of his hand.

He shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment and swung his axe again. This time he struck the lock accurately.

"There wasn't even a trace left on the lock!" Ston reported.

"Robert," Lena interrupted, gesturing ahead. About ten feet in front of their cart, a group of dragonmen was temporarily suppressed by the elven archers, but it seemed that their approach to the cart was only a matter of concern.

Seston took aim for the lock again—and slashed it down with an axe.

"A small piece of the lock has been dropped!" Stone said urgently. "At this rate, we'll be able to open this door in about three days! What the hell are those elves doing?

Why don't they stop their sneaky sneak attacks and fight head-on!" "We don't have such a strong force to fight such a team!" said Gilcenas as he struggled to climb up to the knight's side. “

They're going to come to our rescue if they have the strength they can! We're on the front lines now, you see! The others have already started to run away. ”

The elf pointed to the two prisoner carts behind them. The elves had unlocked the carts, and the prisoners began to flee towards the forest, and the archers jumped out to cover their escape with a rain of arrows.

As soon as the prisoners escaped to safety, the elves retreated into the woods.

Dragons don't want to chase these elves into the forest. Their attention was focused on the last prisoner cart and the trailer where the prisoners' personal belongings were stored.

Everyone could clearly hear the roar of the dragon captain. The implication is obvious: "Kill these prisoners and divide their belongings!"

Everyone could tell that the dragonmen would kill the elves before they arrived. Robert cursed in chagrin.

It seems that all this effort has been in vain. He felt a commotion around him. The old mage Evan was trying to get to his feet.

"No, old gentleman!" Rodrith grabbed Aven's satiety. "Lower your body!"

An arrow slammed into the old man's tattered hat. Evan was so focused on the words that he didn't seem to notice it. He was an obvious target in the hazy morning light.

The dragonman's arrows rained down on him, and although there was a palpable look of displeasure on his face when one of the arrows hit the bag he was digging around, the dragonman's attack didn't seem to have much effect on him.

"Get down!" Calamon yelled. "You've attracted all their firepower!"

Evan did kneel for a moment, but only to ask Rodrith questions. "I said, boy, do you have any braided claws over there? ”

"No, old man. Rodrith shouted in despair, "Get down!"

"No, that's a pity. Then I guess I'll have to take a risk. The old mage stood up, his feet firmly on the ground, and rolled up the sleeves of his hands. He closed his eyes, pointed to the door of the prison cart, and began to mutter.

"What spell is he casting?" Robert asked Rodrith, "do you understand?"

The young mage frowned and listened intently. Suddenly, Rodrith's eyes widened. He screamed, trying to hold the old mage's satiety, trying to disturb his concentration.

But it was too late, and Evan had finished the last incantation, pointing his finger straight at the lock of the prisoner car.

"Get cover!" said Rodrith ducked under a bench. Sethon saw the old mage pointing to the lock, and he was standing on the other side of the door, and hurriedly lay face down on the ground. The three dragonmen just ran to the door, their weapons still dripping with saliva, and stopped alertly.

"What kind of spell is that?" called Robert.

"Fireball!" Rodelis shouted with all his might, as a huge orange-red fireball flew out of the old mage's fingertips and slammed into the iron door of the prisoner cart.

Robert buried his face in his hands, dodging the flames that were coming at him.

A wave of heat rushed through him, tearing at his lungs. He heard the dragonman screaming in pain, and he also smelled the smell of burnt meat. Then the smoke poured into his throat.

"The door is on fire!" shouted Calamon. Robert opened his eyes and struggled to his feet.

He had thought that the old mage in front of him would turn into a cloud of smoking black ash, like the dragon man in front of the door. But Evan stared at the iron gate alive, stroking his messy beard in displeasure.

The door was still tightly closed.

"It should work. He said.

"How's the lock?" shouted Robert, trying to see through the smoke. The iron doors of the prison cart have become red-hot.

There was no movement and Stone yelled, he tried to approach the door and open it with his foot, but the heat from the door made it impossible for him to get close. ”

"The locks may be hot enough to break!" he said, choking in the smoke.

The shrill voice of Sestonlutekhov pierced through the cacophony of burning flames'. "Try again!"

The dwarf of the valley staggered to his feet, swung once, missed, and swung again, this time right on target!

The hot metal shattered, the lock fell to the ground, and the door of the prisoner cart opened outward.

"Robert, help me!" Crimson Moon and River Wind helped Tycorn up from his smoking blanket.

"Stone, there are others!" Robert shouted, then took in a puff of smoke and coughed violently.

He staggered to the front of the prison cart, and the others jumped out of the cart one after another, and Stone pulled away from Aven, who was still looking sadly at the door of the cart.

"Hurry up, old man!" he cried, and though his voice was urgent, he only grasped the old man's arm softly.

Calamon and Lena caught Aven jumping out of the smoking wreckage.

Robert and Riverwind carried Telos on their shoulders and dragged him out of the prison cart, followed by Scarlet Moon. She and Stone escaped under the collapsed roof of the car in a desperate manner.

"Calamon, get our weapons out of the car behind!" Robert shouted, "Stone, follow him." Hubble and Tysokov, go get the backpack. Rodrith—"

"I, I'll take my parcel myself," the mage coughed, "and my staff, which no one else can touch." ”

"Well," said Robert, his thoughts racing as fast as lightning, "Gilthenus—"I'm not a soldier at your behest, Thancyrus. The elves ran into the forest without looking back.

Before Robert could react, Stone and Calamon had already run back.

Calamon's knuckles were cracked and bleeding. It turned out that two dragonmen were just looking for loot in the car behind.

"Run!" ston shouted. "There are more enemies in the back!What about your elven friends?"

He asked Robert suspiciously.

He ran into the forest first. "Remember, he and his compatriots saved our lives." ”

"Really?" said Stone, narrowing his eyes. "It seems that we caught between the elves and this old man are in the same danger as staying with the dragons!"

At that moment, six dragonmen came out of the smoke and immediately stopped when they saw them.

"Run to the forest!" Robert shouted, looking down to help River Wind pick up Telos.

They held the blacksmith for cover, and Stone and Calamon covered them side by side. Both of them immediately noticed that the dragon in front of them was different from the one they had faced before.

They had different armor and skin tones, and carried bows and swords with some kind of foul-smelling liquid dripping from them.

Both of them began to think of those, descriptions of dragonmen who would explode and spew acid.

Like an angry beast, Karamon rushed forward with a fierce force, his sword arcing. The two dragonmen fell before they could see the enemy clearly.

Stone saluted with his sword to the other four dragonmen, and then cut off the head of a dragonman with a backhand.

He rushed at the other enemies, but each of the drakes deliberately kept a distance from him, with an eerie smile on their faces, as if waiting for something.

Stone and Calamon watched uneasily, unsure of what would happen next. And then they knew.

The corpses of the three dragonmen began to melt and flow into the ground, their flesh boiling like oil in a hot pan.

A puff of yellow smoke mixed with smoke from the prisoner van, enveloping them. Both men felt a pang of discomfort as the yellow smoke rose. They began to feel dizzy and soon knew that they had been poisoned.

"Come here!" roberted in the forest.

The two men stumbled backwards, through a rain of arrows, and the forty dragonmen behind them happened to run to the prisoner cart, screaming angrily.

The dragonmen began to chase them, and then suddenly stopped, for they heard a clear voice shouting, "Hayulasat!" and ten elves, led by Gilthenus, ran out of the forest.

"Queen Tarasjor!" roared Gilsenas. Calamon and Stone ran past them unsteadily. The elves covered their retreat, and then began to retreat as well.

"Follow me," Gircenas told the group back to lingua franca. With a gesture from Gilsenas, the four elven warriors immediately picked up Telos and ran towards the forest.

Robert looked back at the prisoner cart. The dragons all stopped and looked uneasily into the forest.

"Hurry up!" Gilsenas urged. "My compatriots will cover you. ”

Elven voices began to appear in the woods, teasing the approaching dragonmen, trying to lure them within range of their bows and arrows. Everyone looked at each other hesitantly.

"I don't want to go into the elven forest. The river breeze suddenly spoke.

"It's okay," Robert patted River Breeze on the arm, "You and I are in the same condition," River Wind looked at him for a moment, then ran into the woods, with the others following behind. The last to follow were Calamon and Rodrith, who were holding Aven.

The old man looked back at the prisoner cart, which was now a pile of ashes and twisted scrap metal.

"Awesome spells. Why didn't I hear even a thank you?" he said thoughtfully.

The elves quickly led them through the wilderness, and without their guidance, they would have been completely lost. In their "Dragonmen know they shouldn't go into the forest with us." Gireenas smiled proudly.

Robert saw many armed elven warriors in ambush in the trees, and he was not worried about the pursuers. Soon the shouts of killing were inaudible.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, and the bare branches swayed in the cold wind.

After spending several days in the closed prison car, everyone's movements were a little slow and stiff, but they were also happy to see the opportunity to stretch their muscles.

When the morning sun rose, Gireenas led them to a flat grassland.

The grasslands are full of fugitive prisoners. Wade anxiously searched the crowd before shaking his head in disappointment.

"I don't know what's wrong with Seston," he said to Robert.

"Still, I remember seeing him run away. ”[.]